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Becka smiled again at T'nus, a little more weakly than previously perhaps though. "I guess there's nothing to lose" she murmured out loud "Alright, the worst he can do is say no right?" she asked, wary of approaching the Weyrleader. She wasn't a master, not even a candidate, just a healer but her master had told her before there was no such thing as JUST a Healer, because didn't everyone need a healer at some point in their lives?

She was slightly surprised at the blue fluttering to perch on her shoulder, she'd not been paying him attention though she still held out the bit of bubbly pie. Well, he MUST be owned by someone to be affectionate like that, she was tempted to tickle his chin when he rubbed his head against her cheek but he was gone before she could move her hand. Oh well, at least he got his bit of bubbly pie and wasn't stealing anymore.

She turned back, away from T'nus' stall with another breif "thanks!" and slowly made her way towards the Weyrleader's stall. Hanging back a little rather than trying to push her way past anyone to get at the pots.

Mei and Hennory: Location -- Meandering between stalls

((Skip down to the ~*~*~ if you don't really care what Hennory and Mei are wearing ))

With how Hennory dressed, one would think him some sort of esteemed bronze rider, tall and with a confident stride and his gather fineries telling of opulence, a brazen show of wearing a tailored suit of an ivory leaning just toward a golden cream. The embroidered trim was a mix of silvers and gold, looking every bit a Holder's son. That is, until the stark colors of the weyr coiled over his shoulder, laced with the telltale strand of blue that marked him as what he truly was; a blue weyrling… albeit one that was very soon to be a senior.

An arm was linked with his own, the tiny creature beside him a stark contrast. While he was a pale, tall creature with a carefully tailored braid of red hair, Mei was short.. hilariously so. Over a foot shorter than her gather partner and a near-black tone of brown tone of hair that curled and hung uninhibited down her back and shoulders. His skin was pale and freckled; hers was a dark olive and spattered lightly with scars from her earlier career as a glass blower. Lastly her gather finery… which honestly was that of a pauper's clothing compared to Hennory, a simple green dress whose dye job was mottled, an obvious error that she wore with pride regardless.

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And now that we've got past the 'gather finery' that some people just don't want to read through! On to what the characters are -actually- doing.

Mei's steps were more of a rapid shuffle to keep up with Hennory's long stride, even if he took a slower pace to compensate for his Gather partner.

"Oh, look. They're selling flit eggs. Didn't you say how much you wanted one?" Hennory queried, gesturing towards the stall where people were gathering.

"Eh. You know.. I'm so pumped about getting ready for flying lessons that I'm thinking it's not so good an idea." Mei admitted. Hennory could swear he could feel the energy vibrating through the green weyrling at the mere mention of it. For someone who was -terrified- of dragons when she first came to the Weyr, she was taking to dragon riding rather well. His own adjustment was a touch more rocky. He loved Halusilth; he knew that much, but Weyr life was so absurdly different from hold life that he found it hard to keep up at times. Mei… seemed so much more flexible, both emotionally and socially to the upheaval. He found it quite easy to merely follow in her footsteps.

A marvelous, curious creature, she was…

"What are you staring at? I'm serious! I'm not getting one until I graduate to Rider." Mei barked, taking is nostalgic stare for scrutiny.

"Oh no, no! I agree with you; that's probably the best course of action." Hennory gave an easy laugh to hide his embarrassment, reaching out to poke her on the nose. This of course, made her wrinkle it into a face he always thought to be cute. "Just pointing it out."

Ashlyn
"Yep, I do indeed have siblings, quite a few of them actually. Thank you, I do try to be the best rider I can be, Gyafrith kind of expects a lot out of me. I don't know if I can keep up being a healer and a rider though. I haven't quite decided what kind of job I want as a rider. Oh and look, seems your little one found you. And yes, I thought I heard someone mention firelizards, shall we go check it out?"Ashlyn asked.

I don't expect a lot out of you, Mine, I just know you are a wonderful person. I want everyone to know what I know, that's all,Gyafrith explained.

Ashlyn
"Hmmm, I suppose I could always do that, though I think my dragon expects me to be a leader. I suppose we will see what calls out to me when the time comes. Yes, I am curious how much they are too. I haven't had one of my own, though those belonging to my family always felt like mine in a way,"Ashlyn admitted.

I cannot help it you would make an excellent rider, Mine. I think a firelizard would be wonderful to have, someone else for me to look after,Gyafrith rumbled, bending down to nuzzle his rider's cheek.

"But if you're feeling sick--" T'rel fretted, studying Lute. He allowed her to suggest the songs, and seemed to prefer singing duets with her. He was relieved when their turn was over, bowing to the crowd. Singing was thirsty work, and suddenly, as Lute mentioned getting something to eat, the bronze rider's mind went to his stomach. It felt as empty as the void that was between!

"T'nus is selling bubblypies!" He exclaimed, leading her over to T'nus' stall. There were tables and chairs nearby as well. You sit down, I'll fetch us something to eat and drink." He went to get something to drink from a nearby vendor, then took two pies from T'nus' stall. He curled an arm around Lute's waist and nuzzled her cheek lovingly. "Here," he said, smiling. "You're so beautiful, Lute. Now, tell me what was troubling you while we eat? I won't hold with any secrets!" He teased, sipping at his drink, and then placing a kiss to her cheek.

"I love you."

T'rel stiffened. He paled under his Istan tan, staring, wide eyed, mouth gaped and bubblypie halfway to his mouth. "What?" He asked, allowing the pie to drop to the table. He continued to stare at Lute. He hesitated, before taking his now free hands and gently grasped Lute's face, hands on her cheeks. "Pregnant?" He asked, if he'd never heard of the word. He didn't seem remotely interested in eating now, brown eyes glued to Lute's. "A baby? A baby! T'nus! We're going to have a baby!" He called to his friend, a broad smile on his face. A baby. They were going to have a baby! He gently pulled Lute into his arms, nuzzling her.

"We're going to have a baby," he muttered, delighted. "A baby. You're sure? The healers aren't wrong, are they? Why are you running around agather in your state? Lute! Are you sure this is safe? Shouldn't you be resting?" He fretted, curling his arms, just slightly tighter around her. "Shards, a baby." She had to be a few months along. That meant--that meant he probably had less than seven months to prepare!

Agh. Shaffitall!

Iona and Hisith –

Iona had been stopped before she could make her way to the Gather so that she could tend to one of Lute’s ‘little boys blue’ who had popped in to say hi. He had brought most of a dead tunnel snake as a present and seemed immensely proud of himself. She had to take the time to get rid of the snake, a task that Hisith volunteered to help with, and once the victorious visiting hunter was thanked and congratulated for his work, sent him on home to His’ home weyr. Decked out in a lilac, lavender, and soft blue dress with a small satchel hung down against her hip, Iona had finally made her way to the Gather. Hisith followed alongside Hers, head held high as the chipper mood passed from dragon to rider and back. The vibrant green was in high spirits. Hers was feeling good. There was merrymaking to take part in, Hers family was there, and most certainly some of her own clutch siblings would be present.

When the crowd started to thicken as the pair drew closer, she lowered her head to nuzzle the crown of Iona’s head and then took to the wing. She was an adult now and, while she was a little below average in the size department for a green, she wasn’t a tiny thing any longer so slogging through the crowd with or after Iona would be a little much to ask from the Gather goers. She would be content to watch and listen from a perch above the festivities. All the better to see all the coming and goings of this merry gathering! Coming down to land, she visibly perked at being reached out to by her clutch brother. ‘Oh, Helioth, hello! It’s good to hear from you today. Yes, Mine is here. We ran a little late, but she is below now. Are you and yours in need of her? Shall I let her know, if so?’

Iona had made her way to where good many stands had been set up and had been investigating a particularly intriguing set of chimes and a sun catcher made out of smoothed colored glass pieces and shaped pieces of looking glass. They’d both make for pretty additions to her weyr. The thought made her smile. As a graduated weyrling and now fully fledged rider, she got a weyr of her own! She was really enjoying nesting and making her place truly her own space. From where she was shopping, Iona heard a very familiar voice shout out above the general din of the crowd. Pausing, she looked around, brows arching as she searched. Had she heard correctly? A baby? And being shouted by T'rel? Looking quickly to the merchant, she excused herself and made her way closer to where the tables were. Her half brother and his weyrmate were embracing tightly. They both were practically glowing and T'rel was looking like he was winding up to fret. By the First Egg! No way!

The young greenrider drew closer, practically beaming already. "Lute, T'rel...Did I hear you correctly? Am I going to an aunt?!" She pretty much could guess the answer, but she wanted to hear head on just what she thought she had heard.