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Orlina

"Scared?" Orlina's brow furrowed in confusion as she grabbed for another fish. "Of what?"

When Orlina was shouted at, she froze and then turned to look at who was yelling. The older woman wasn't someone she recognized, but it was clear she had caught them doing something they weren't supposed to be. This was not unusual for Orlina, though she was always contrite about that (and though it never stopped her).

"We're sorry! We didn't know we weren't supposed to," Orlina replied after Zarike had spoken his piece. Orlina looked contrite. "No need to get upset, we'll be right out!" Orlina looked at Zarike, her eyes far too wide to actually be innocent. They seemed to be encouraging Zarike to play along. "Come on, then. We're supposed to meet that rider about that thing anyway."

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N'mol and Tyeth

Tyeth kept anear on Suunath's conversation with the other Gold after his own respectful greeting to Cepheith. Of course he didn't mind basking in the presence of two Golds, even though another Bronze was present. Plexith's rider had become something of a partner or rolemodel for N'mol and Plexith was a steady Bronze. There was also the unspoken agreement that they each had their own respective Golds and although conversation and posturing might go on, they were not going to step on each other's toes until it became absolutely necessary.

N'mol did end up getting a bubbly pie-- after Kindra's cute faux pas he would have been hard put not to, even had he not intended to get one already-- but when a rider came up and distracted N'mol he found himself finishing it alone (unless Valkyrie counted, since she had shown up part-way through). Kindra had wandered off, not interested in the discussion N'mol was having, and so he tried to keep it short so he could pursue her. This was the first time where he felt he and Kindra were actually spending time as... well, friends, though he didn't really have many people he could use for that word. Kindra and Roscoe... and that was it. Therefore, he cut the conversation short with an apology and a promise to continue the discussion later and then went off in search of Kindra. The calls around the wrestling ring tried to draw his attention, but he stubbornly ignored it. Once he found Kindra, he could go.

He didn't have to look far for her. He caught sight of her with a rather shady looking trader who, the moment N'mol's eyes met his, seemed suddenly eager to be off. Of course, judging from the item Kindra was now hugging to her body, N'mol assumed he'd already completed his business with the Goldrider. N'mol lengthened his strides, coming up behind her as she was looking around.

"Kindra, what is that?" he asked, voice even. On his shoulder, Valkyrie chirred a welcome at Kindra. She liked anyone N'mol liked, both a blessing and a failing in the little Green.

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Cetalese

Cetalese followed Eliza's gaze and paused, before nodding. "Sure. We can come back later."

The girls made their way over to the ring and stood a few rows of people back, watching the fighting mostly to see who would win (or that was Cetalese's reason anyway; she couldn't say she was one much interested in bloodshed). Cetalese watched the first pair almost idly and then began skimming the faces in the crowd instead, first those she could see across the way and then those nearer to her. The man leaning against one of nearby vendor stalls-- one of the few "true" stalls-- caught her eye and she watched D'lin, a small smile coming to her face. It seemed everyone was going to turn out to watch.

Valkyrie chirred helpfully and excitedly at Kindra, leaning into the caress, and then promptly took flight from N'mol's shoulder and attempted to land on the egg to keep it warm. She squeaked at the surface when it wouldn't let her and glanced up hopefully at N'mol. See? See what a good mommy I am?

N'mol shook his head slightly at his addled Green. However, Kindra's wheedling had reminded him that she did like her pets. Like him, Kindra's friends were... few and far between. But they were working on that.

"They probably aren't even real, if he's not bothering to warm them, or they'll be duds soon enough. I guess buying one was saving it, if it's a firelizard." N'mol eyed the egg, trying to determine if it was or not. It certainly seemed to be the right size, in any case, but that would be the idea. "We should get it something warm." N'mol smiled slightly. "I suppose if we bought another bubbly pie and stuck the egg in there people would think we were being wasteful. But there's some sand by the lakes and we can probably find a bowl or something to tide it over in the meantime. Let's make that our first stop and we can come back and see the rest of the Gather after that." Obviously, wrestling was an event he was just going to have to miss. This was more important at the moment.

N'mol glanced at Kindra and just quirked a smile at her accurate guess of where his thoughts lay. He was a Wingleader... but deep down he was a 16-Turn-old man-boy too.

"All right. Find me when you get back. I won't go too far if the fights end before you return." N'mol watched her start to go before he turned his attention to the fights and began easing his way to a better vantage point. Thankfully, he was tall, which meant he was above the heads of many of those around him already.

Tyeth was inwardly filled with amusement at Suunath's announcement, but outwardly kept up an appearance of sympathy. I am certain it will be no more trouble than the others, since it will be about the same age. N'mol's can help look after it so Yours need not worry so. I will save your place, Suunath, do not worry. I await your return.

Suunath made short work of the flight, waiting on the ledge to the Queen's Weyr while Kindra grabbed the pot that had held Fury's egg, Shortly they were on the hatching sands, Kindra scooping sand into it and placing the egg in before scooping a little more sand in. She'd had to use a bowl as the sands were very hot to touch.

"Are you finished Mine?" asked Suunath, clearly wanting to get back to the gather and back to her cosy spot next to Tyeth. "Soon my love, i need to go and put this in my chambers, and get a Drudge to keep the sands warm" she said, patting her dragon's neck gently. It earned a gentle whuff of breath from the Gold, scattering sand at Kindra.

When she'd placed the pot with the egg in her chambers and summoned the drudge she uncoiled the gold form from around her neck, as young as she was the Gold was very reliable, unlike the brown flit that scolded her from the rafters. Apparently she'd left him and hadn't been coming back.. Kindra chuckled at the Brown. "Fury" she addressed the Gold "I need you to stay here and keep an eye on the egg, if it starts hatching i need you to come and get me ok?" the Gold chirruped at her then curled on Kindra's bed, watching the egg. "Good girl Fury, i'll bring you something nice back.... you too Patches" she said as the Brown descended on her at the mention of treats. He hopped right down next to Fury and his demeanour was hopeful of good things, it made Kindra giggle. "OK i have to go now... remember, come get me if it starts to hatch" she said before moving off and mounting Suunath again.

"Finally.... i am blaming you if someone has stolen my spot" she grumped, she KNEW Tyeth would keep his promise and not let anyone else take her sandy space but she wanted to get back to the gather, it was more interesting than moping around the Weyr. "Yes Suunath... we're going.. we're going" she laughed. Suunath grumbled but spread her wings, this time going Between and making the short journey even shorter. She dropped Kindra near to the Wrestling,... or as near as she could without blasting sand at the people gathered. If N'mol didn't see Kindra, he'd have been sure to see where Suunath had gone.

Kindra smiled as N'mol appeared to be distracted by the wrestling. She moved quietly up behind him and looped her arm into his "I'm back, i do think it's a real one, Valkyrie was interested... and Fury was, even Patches came down to watch it when i promised a treat" she said, enjoying leaning against N'mol. It was comforting.

At Dizzian's concern Hekate shot her friend a grin and a shrug. "Just a little dusted up, no actual harm done see." Hekate replied twisting this way and that to show that beyond some dusty patches that girl had taken no actual damage. "While being able to fight is good in the long run it pays a lot more in marks to know how to fall and get back up. I learned to tumble when I was first taught to dance so it comes fairly natural to me." She explained hoping to pacify her friend and her still somewhat on edge dragon.

Considering Courath's words Devith nodded continuing his low thrum. True. It seems the bronze two-legger is having just as difficult of a time. Perhaps we shall browse the many booths and see what wares ours will choose when he is done. Mine wishes to know how he fares in this match~ Devith crooned causing Hekate to turn to speak only to pause and wince as she caught sight of the blow to Z'fer's leg. No matter how much the bronzerider boasted she knew that leg still had to be tender and from the look on his face that had to have hurt.

"I'm sure he'll be fine Devith. He's a Wingleader after all." She replied giving her dragon a small smile as she rubbed his head knobs shrugging her shoulders.

Looking about a moment Hekate caught a number of eyes glancing her way as the red headed silver rider became rather self-aware of her dusty state. Very slowly she patted the dirt off herself taking care to straighten her tunic and adjust her weyrling knots with pride as she straightened up. Taking cue from his rider Devith was more then happy to pose and preen a little showing off his rappidly growing muscles and physic with pride. While Hekate enjoyed the stares she always questioned them, Devith however knew he deserved to be stared at.

Do we not deserve to be admired? Worry not Mine. Whatever ill reasons one may have for looking upon us we can easily address. There is nothing you and I cannot handle. The silver crooned dark and loving in his rider's mind as Hekate rested a gentle hand on his neck. While his assurance soothed her that didn't stop the pin prickling at the back of her neck.

N'mol

"The first match was over before we got here, but I'm not sure who's winning this one." N'mol looked back at the battle raging in the ring. "Z'fer's strong, but that girl has him on the ropes. She might win." She was definitely built more like a Smith than most women, that was certain. N'mol looked down at Kindra, almost a head shorter than he at this point, despite him being the younger. Well, people came in all sizes. Whoever the woman was fighting Z'fer, she was better to have as an ally than an enemy.

"All flits act like babies when it comes to feeding. Valkyrie still expects me to feed her most of the time. Only wild flits seem to fend for themselves, or the Bonded flits who act wild half of the time. I'll start stopping by in the morning before breakfast so we can feed all of them at the same time."

The shared feeding time would also give him the certainty of seeing Kindra. They usually ran into one another, but most days it was brief and it was almost always related to their fellow Benden riders, the relations between Benden and the other Weyrs, or other business.

N'mol squeezed Kindra's arm slightly. "Did you want to go see what the Crafters have to offer?"

N'mol

N'mol nodded and they started to work their way carefully back through the crowd, with N'mol tossing smiles and 'excuse me's at the people they were easing past.

When they were clear of the mess-- the hole they left filled in quickly-- N'mol led Kindra down the first short row of vendor stalls. Having fled from Benden neither he nor Kindra would have much on them, but he was hoping that if she saw something she liked he would have enough to purchase it for her. Kindra was stubborn, tough, and defensive, but he knew losing Benden had hurt her as much as it had him, though she was Hold-born.

"I think the Gather's going to last all day. I imagine there will be a great deal of music and dancing come evening, once all of the events of the day are done." He glanced down at her and then at her formerly-injured leg. "I think your leg is well enough healed for that, don't you?" The smile he gave her to follow his words was all charm and friendly teasing and the comfort of familiarity.