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[Natai]

"Maybe next time I shall plead Holdgirl or friend of the riders," Natai ducked her head in a small smile as she spoke to Bereck. "It's not really a lie, you know." Then everything went cut short by the arrival of a small dragon, very close and personal.

She made yet another mental note that wearing bright colors to the Weyr attracted attention. If she'd known this ahead of time - well, she'd lamented that fact enough already. Next time, dark blue. Maybe dark blue or green later if she could find some way to get her hands on something. The goldrider looked down to the rogue green, momentarily too surprised to answer with the bright voice in her head. She reminded her vaguely of a young Iachixth, excited and full of curiousity, although Iachixth bounce around quite so much.

Dig for worms and eat cakes, burrow under the bathtub? Yes. She'd been reserved in who she talked to, at any rate.

"I wear them because I like them," she said after a moment to Kalteth, pleasant smile right back in place. It didn't appear automatic to the regular observer, genuine and mild and, yes, perhaps a little shy. "I don't know why other people aren't wearing them. And - ah, I'm actually not sure what a scarf is. It sounds very nice." Being a southern girl herself, Natai may have had read about scarves in one of her books but she'd not had a reason to wear one. She covered up well enough when flying and had no need to learn. She glanced up to C'ross again, walls still up in the form of her smile and calm eyes. "You and me both. It seems to be... Perhaps next time, we should both dress in gray."

And then I'saak, another tall and built man - from all intents and purposes, the little greens human? The first green. She wound about him and nuzzled, he offered her food, looking almost as awkward as Natai felt. She blinked back at him, one hand up to wave at I'saak. "Ah - thank you, Kh'men," she said, half-distracted, and looked to the young man. "I'm Natai. I hope you have a good night." She'd say more but he'd made it clear he needed to leave; it made sense with people everywhere after what she imagined to be a rather hectic day. She remembered Impressing. It took a lot out of a person. Or a dragon? She remembered being tired, full of stress, and hungry. So hungry.

Polite probably wasn't the best way to compliment baby dragons. Her cheeks heated up somewhat, head ducking. Natai caught a glimpse of Narisa's blush as well and that made her feel a little better. "Iachixth and I are doing well. I've not seen too much of the feast just yet, we were all just talking. Trine is very nice, from what I've seen. It's good to have energetic hatchlings, isn't it? I'm just sorry we weren't able to get here in time."

I aaaaaammmm.... Iachixth stretched out and looked about, chirping curiously. She flapped her wings and started off towards the Weyr proper, squeaking and bouncing as well as she could until she just stopped. Iachixth stretched up on her back legs and looked around, surveying and sending Cephieth what she saw. There! I am there. I don't know what a Weyr looks like, so you are there and I am a different there. Is Suunath-who-clutched-me coming? Are the babies coming? Can I meet the babies later?

Cai

How much harder could Cai frown? Or, how long did it take for the red head to snap? Wen seemed determined to find out. As was, she'd already shown a surprising amount of patience for the evening, helped by Miath of course. "Like I ever shaffing cared if what I wore matched my hair." She grumbled through gritted teeth. Cai wrapped her arms tight around her own body rather than give a hand to Wen.

"I don't know how dancing is an important skill to know." Cai snipped, the angry flush of her cheeks spreading to her ears and down her neck as she became more and more embarrassed. She barely even wore shorts and here she was with her freckly pale calves exposed to the world, there was a breeze across her collar bone that was making her all too aware of her dresses neckline, as well as her hemline. "I don't dance." She reiterated.

[V'ail and Crimson Lanterneth]
"I think... we might have traveled there once. " V'ail mused as he handfed Lanterneth. He looked at Syriacuth and smiled. "She's fine, Lan just tires easily." He relaxed as she took more pieces of meat from his hand, daintily lipping them into her mouth with a focus on being as neat as possible.

Lanterneth sent and chewed on her meat, swallowing and gave a soft pleased sound. She opened one eye at her blue brother and snorted. < You don't need to hover so.> She sighed and got onto all fours, opening her eyes and straightened up slightly. She was tired not dying.

[Wen]

"You have two left feet?" Wen questioned, and glanced down at them in question, seeing pale skin and freckles and noted to make sure he placed his feet away from her boots. "I'm starting to take this as a challenge. At least let me teach you a single dance." Wen seemed rather immune to the steady frown tugging on Cai's lips.

Ah, there was I’saak! At last. C’ross smiled at him and shifted over to allow him space to stand with his dragon, offering his friend a brief clap on the shoulder in congratulatory greeting. “Glad you could join us,” he said quietly. “Seems we’re the center of attention.” Which, indeed, the group around them was only continuing to grow despite his and Natai’s best efforts not to attract undue attention.

If it was strange that C’ross had been so casually associating with Ellibreth up until a moment ago, it didn’t seem to have occurred to him at all. Nor did it seem to have occurred to him that he now had a goldrider on one arm and a greenrider on the other – a rather ambitious position for a brand-new bluerider, if made somewhat moot by his status as a weyrling. Whatever Bereck might have thought was occurring with Natai and C’ross, he needn’t be concerned. It was old habit for C’ross to take up guarding whoever was nearby and seemed in need of it, as ingrained as a healer’s urge to fix injured people. And right now Natai seemed like the person in the room most in need of a big meatshield to scowl at anyone who made her uncomfortable.

Fortunately, it seemed that Narisa and Natai were on good terms. C’ross allowed himself to relax a little, even when another man approached. Another bronzerider – but Natai wasn’t getting uneasy the way she had when Z’fer had looked over, so it was probably safe. He permitted his attention to wander away from Natai and onto the greenrider at his side. “Did you find who you were looking for?” he asked I’saak.

Thank you, ma’am, Nimith told Cepheith, angling a curious green-blue eye back towards the crowd he’d vacated. Don’t worry about my rider, he’s fine. He just doesn’t know how to socialize with those of higher rank. Which was something that Nimith intended to fix, but not right now. There would be time.

When T’lon addressed him directly, Nimith gave the greenrider his full attention, head cocked curiously on one side, but he relayed his response via Poth. This situation was – well, slightly unorthodox, but that was no reason to forget one’s sense of common courtesy. My rider is used to sharing living space with many people in the guard barracks. I don’t believe he will be any trouble. Perhaps we can even help one another.

Kindra waited until Narisa had made her speech before moving over to the feasting tables, Seating herself at the head where the Bronzeriders were she ate sparingly. Enjoying the wine despite the fact it wasn't a good Benden White. She paid as little attention towards the rider of her Suunath's golden daughter as possible. Easier that Narisa talk with her. Kindra thought the girl was a silly fool for staying at Holdtown, putting her Gold's life at risk every day.

Suunath on the other hand was pleased her daughter had come. She hadn't visited since that first time due to Kindra's unwillingness to speak with the gold's rider. She returned Cephieth's nuzzle "I will watch your hatchlings a while longer, then i will come and join you" She yawned a wide yawn, she liked it here, when she remembered Benden through Kindra it had mostly been cold. She liked the warmth and the sunshine here.

After a short while she grew bored, she was tired but it wouldn't be advisable to be caught napping when Kindra was in a mood. Instead she got up and shook herself off. flaring her wings up to stretch them. She looked out towards the Weyr but couldn't see Cepheith or Iachixth "I shall join your exploring of Trine Weyr" she sent to both gold dragons. "Tell me where you are so i may join you"

Kindra noticed her dragon getting up and moving off. "Where are you going Suunath?" she asked "I am going to show Iachixth around with Cephieth. I will be back before it's time to return to our weyr Kindramine" she soothed, sending a bolt of love down the link between them, "Do try to have fun mine, the hatchlings are strong and Tyeth's is surely around" Kindra frowned a little but gave a resigned sigh. Suunath was right, she should relax a bit. She looked for N'mol among the Bronzerider faces but couldn't see him, it didn't mean he wasn't here, just that he wasn't at the table right now. She could find him later after she'd eaten.

"I am sure she will be fine. I have Naanash and he flooded me with all sort of information to keep her healthy. He's a sort of healer." V'ail reached over to find something to clean his hands off with and continued to clean up a bit of blood that had spilled out on the crimson's maw. 'Better?'

Lanterneth preened and paused, ears flickering at the sudden chatter and peered over.

"It might be. We will be butchering things it seems, considering what they eat," V'ail said and stroked over the delicate skin. "Ooh, it seems we are getting even more company."