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Poth was briefly distracted from the important business of eating when her sister called out to her. But not too distracted, of course. She looked over at Kaltath even as she opened her mouth for another piece. It goes well, now that I have found mine and he is feeding me. Though he is not fast enough at it, she added and nudged Tacelon. He'd paused in reaching for more meat to she what she'd been looking at, and ended up looking at the other new weyrlings gathered at the tables. He looked back to her, sent a feeling of apology and fed her more meat.

He'd also noticed Shenja smiling at him and smiled shyly back, giving a small wave. He considered doing the same for the other weyrlings, but Poth was keeping him too busy to try and catch their attention.

[C'tis]

"What?" C'tis blinked and looked down at Rochelle. "Well, yes," he agreed with a shrug, "not saying you shouldn't hate her. I don't, but then I'm not exactly attached to Bereck, and also she stitched me up rather than slapping me.... Not that I've got anything again him either, just... not close to him like you are, and I'm not sure he's too keen on me to be honest. Always looks like he's disapproving of something or other." Shards that had been badly worded, she should just hand his knots over right now! Oh well, he was fairly sure he'd got his meaning across.

"Better him than 'wingleader I live in a storybook' though," he added with a snort and a shake of his head. He didn't hate the woman or anything but he did find her mannerism pretty ridiculous.

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"Congratulations rider," Bereck said with a nod as the young man and the dark blue moved over to him. "Hold still, this shouldn't take long," he continued, getting awkwardly down onto his knees again with a small grimace.

"Shouldn't need stitches," Bereck muttered as he inspected the wounds, shifting the rider's candidate robes out of the way to do so. "Really don't see the point of these damn robes, light leather armour would be far more sensible, but we'd hate to break with tradition!" Muttering to himself as he worked was a habit Bereck had got into many many turns ago and never seen the need to break, perhaps partially because he hardly noticed he was doing it. "More costly I suppose but not that much," he mumbled as he started cleaning the lacerations. "Keeping robes so pure white isn't exactly cheap, how much worse could be adjustable leather gear? Humph...."

Redwort applied Bereck smoothed on a little numbweed and then reached for some bandages. "How are you feeling?" he asked with a glance up at his patient. "Faint at all?" Last thing he needed was a large young man collapsing on him, and possibly sending his new dragon between in panic. Calm the dark blue had seemed, certainly, but a new bond was always delicate.

If C'tis had been drinking something he would have choked. As it was he spluttered and then laughed as Rochelle clarified. "I was going to say!..." Wait, she wasn't interested in Aleck? That was... that was interesting. Very interesting. It didn't mean he had a shot, but at least it meant he wasn't potentially competing with one of his best friends... for his other best friend.

Food for thought. A lot of thought, but later.

"I suppose she's alright," C'tis went on after a rather long pause, frowning as he tried to drag his brain onto this topic, away from the other. "Prefer her over Wingleader TrouserTunnelsnake, or the kid. D'lin seems okay but he's still a shaffing bronzer. Reckon I'll join the frilly talking one's wing when the time comes, if we get a choice. Last lot did." If he didn't get to choose, and didn't end up with the next best option to not a bronzer, to wit a decent bronzer, then he was going to be very unhappy indeed. In general when C'tis was very unhappy indeed he spread it around with the biggest shovel he could find.

Ildresaak's lips twitched at the idea that the maulers might go to him or Kaeyne. "If the bitey one's yours, that's cool, but I'm not sure I want an angry one," he said quietly. Of course, he had no choice in the matter, but it was nice to think that maybe by virtue of not wanting a dragon that attacked other people, he could...get one. He wasn't entirely sure how Hatchings worked beyond the basics of If a dragon wants you, it gets you, and there had to be some kind of caveat for dragons that simply wouldn't be compatible - right?

"I have no idea what I'm doing here," he confessed after a second. "I'm not even sure I like dragons as much as I thought I did." Particularly not if they kept mauling people.

Green again? Kleos refused to look anywhere but down at the Sands, if she was seen glancing at the gold riders or her fellow wingleaders.... There would be other colours, either that or nobody would be foolish enough to decide that a lack of large dragons made Cepheith an unfit senior.

Moriath, perched up with her fellow dragons, decided to take matters into her own paws. Cepheith,> she said to the gold, including Sunnath, and all other ranking dragons in her words as well. She was but one voice but she spoke without hesitation, perhaps others would agree with her. Well, probably not the males... which made up all of the other ranking dragons save for Aerith. Ugh! Well, perhaps the clever little white would back her up at least.

Mercy and Aerith never missed a hatching - even before gaining their rank they had always held an interest in the arrival of new dragons and so they were sitting quietly watching as the hatchings emerged to find theirs.

Moriath's words were quick to bring an end to the silence however..at least on the part of the dragon. 'And look at how robust and strong they are, they act as though they have been out of the eggs for days already! All of that strutting and hearty eating.' The white chirped at her fellow dragons, eager to add her own praise of the clutch to Moriaths. 'A fine clutch indeed!'

[Rochelle]

She grinned in blatant triumph at his lovely sputtering, pleased as punch to have caught him off guard as she did. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with older men. Just not one I see as more of a father figure." The glasscrafter grinned and patted his hand. "Besides when I'm friends with the guys kid my own age, it just gets creepy."

Rochelle's fingers hooked together then, hand pulling away from C'tis' though she didn't move from her leaning, almost curled close. He had a nice laugh. She had enough survival instincts to not tell him so in public. Physical affection from her in public, people knew to expect that. Soft and squishy words, maybe not too much.

"I don't see why they wouldn't give us a choice. I think it'd be nice to have a female wingleader. Or one that doesn't sparkle. Are all of them outside of her shiny hides?" Her nose wrinkled, eyes on the newly Impressed green. "Look at her! She's so pretty. Are you really someone who should be talking about frilly words, Harper? You can spin some pretty phrases too. I've heard them. Was suitably wooed."

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[Kaeyne]

"The bitey one might be mine," he admitted with the briefest curl of his lips. He'd been called a wher before, a human and pretty one, but a wher never the less. Kaeyne tugged idly at one fallen length of hair. "I'm sure you'd get a mostly nice one."

The Candidate paused and gave Ildresaak another look over, longer than before, and he shrugged. Expressive as always. He wouldn't feel comfortable with a simpering, scared dragon or one that wanted to Chase everything all the time.

"If it's not for you then it's just one day out of your life and you never have to Stand again," Kaeyne said mildly. "A dragon doesn't want to be attached to someone it's not suited for. Don't worry."