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He couldn't really fault O'asis for that tone of voice; at least, he didn't -think- he could. It was certainly fitting enough, given the situation, and the bronzerider seemed a decent enough sort. Ceanandin decided to assume that he was not being mocked nod in response, his smile perhaps a touch more genuine. "And you as well," he offered Zara's way, then took O'asis's offered hand, giving it a firm shake. "I'm Ceanandin."

"I transferred from Fort Weyr a couple of sevendays back," he went on in explanation. A fat lot of good that transfer had him. He mentally kicked himself, a reminder to behave. "Just before the Gather. Are you both from this Weyr, then?" If O'asis was so familiar with the Candidates that missing one's name would baffle him, he must have been around for some time. Cean could only name a handful himself, excluding his roommates.

C'mor grinned and rolled his eyes, adding brief laugh as Beru squrred. "She's lovely! Yes though, they do comment. Lots of people seem to want to be friendly with me more than they did before. All very interested in when I think Gilden might clutch too. Funny that." Hilarious; not. Egh. He couldn't stand such falseness. "So where are you from, if you don't mind my asking?" C'mor went on. "I've lived here at the Weyr all my life, parents are riders, so if you need to know anything about the place that you've not already found out feel free to ask me."

Naedreth gave a rumble of sympathy to his clutchmate; being nervous couldn't be any fun at all! "I can see how staring could be upsetting. I don't mind it, but I still see how it could be nasty! I think soon people will stare at all of us less in any case, they will get used to us being here eventually." They'd even get used to him in the end and not feel the need to completely fix their attention on his well-formed body or his shining hide. He would, Naedreth suspected, miss the attention a little bit.


Well, Veyes was still asleep, there was nothing he could do for the lad so he might as well have some fun! L'thor pushed his way through the crowds and managed to claim a cup of wine for himself. Right! He had a few bets to collect on now, and a few to pay up on as well. He had broken almost exactly even on this hatching, and while that wasn't ideal, it was better than making a loss. Moments later however, the rider caught sight of something - someone - that made him grin, forget bets, and find a spot to ditch his cup.

"Merya!" L'thor called, grinning hugely and striding towards the slight girl. "Congratulations! Oh!" he spotted Conomor, who would now be called something other than Conomor, and gave the lad a smile and a nod. "Congratulations to you too!" Even if he had Impressed a bronze, he seemed like a decent enough young man. Maybe he wouldn't let the shiny hide go to his head. Stranger things had happened, albeit not many!

As it turned out, S’van’s bad luck was Mal’s good fortune. He learned two very important things at that moment. First of all, S’van looked far better without a shirt than he had any right to. Really, there ought to have been a law against that. S’van would break it anyway, so there was no harm there. And, secondly, the Brown Weyrling ought to have wine spilled on him far more often. While S’van was berating the clumsy Candidate, Mal just… stared. Staaaaared. Hey, he’d get what he could, alright? He turned many interesting shades, most of which could rival the wine that was now staining S’van’s very fine shirt. The only thing that got his attention away from this was an angry hiss from Aeron, who was still waiting on a treat.

Not totally, but he could at least pretend to be blushing from… uhh… something else. Yes! Something far away from here. Speaking of far away… “I think I need a drink of water,” Mal said quickly, backing away from the increasingly dangerous situation. “Because it’s a really hot night,” oh, bad choice of words there, “And I really think I need to cool down,” damn, another bad choice. “And I’m thirsty.”

Ok, so that last one worked out pretty well. Maybe Xeran could find an innuendo in that, but Mal couldn’t, which meant it was probably safe. Very, very carefully avoiding looking anyone in the eyes, Mal started to scurry away.

Nandeli responded in turn by sticking her tongue out at him. If his idea of living dangerously was sleeping with queenriders then he was on the right track. He'd probably have the majority of the Weyr's bronzes collectively shunning him and or hunting him down for touching what was "theirs" by right. Still, if he really wanted to impress her, then he'd have to do something more than that. Anyone who made it out of F'sey and C'ren's weyr alive after a Flight received her utmost respect.

She tilted her head slightly to look up at the hand on her head, and then beamed up at N'tos. The hugger had returned! And he was also in one piece! Clearly E'si was head over heels for this one, or at the very least thought he would make a decent partner in the near future. You could count on greenriders to not kill those who they thought they might like to have later. "Oh my dear brownrider, he enjoyed it more than you know! The fact that you still have both your limbs and your head means that at the very least he finds your company pleasing. Do not give up hope just yet!"

And the brownrider laughed about the hug with E'si! This young man was meant for great things. The Nose could feel it! "No no, you don't have to bribe any names! Not from me anyways. It's a pleasure to meet you N'tos! I'm Nandeli! I'm surprised you haven't heard of me before."

"So long as I stay away from the wine I should remember the night's events." He smiled and rubbed his head. Now that was a can of worms! "But, I'll remember you. I'm good with faces. Have to be when your work can last over several days and you don't know who ordered what." he smiled a bit more at N'tos. What had he been before his life as a candidate? A wyerbrat? A holdbrat? A trader? An apprentice? None of it really seemed to fit with his image anymore, now, he clearly looked like he was a rider. Huh. How odd. Past didn't really matter at this point now did it? "However, it always helps to memorizes a name and face over a good cup of klah." The handshake also was a good sign. If he didn't back down, that meant he was probably interesting. Dorinelic liked interesting people.

He didn't miss Nandeli's little face making, dispite his attention being mostly on N'tos.
"Miss Nandeli, you scorn me? Truly, I do not think I can bear it." He laughed at his own words. Must have sounded like an old dimglow harper. "But you have to admit, your face does look like you got a mouth full of bad klah. Please, if I'm ever feeling down, make that face again, It'll defiantly cheer me right up." He couldn't help it. It was a bit funny to look at.

It had taken quite a while for the new bluerider to make his way to the post-hatching feast. He had entered shuffling behind the dark blue dragonet who had Impressed to him. The entire way U'ru was offering up the good things that awaited them with all the food and festivities. Atosith was making His very aware of his displeasure, but slowly shuffled along in front of his rider into the party nonetheless.

U'ruMine, I don't see why we have to go. Too many others. I just want to spend time with Mine alone. It will be too noisy. Too many eyes. They will look at me. I want us to go somewhere away. Atosith looked up hopefully to U'ru.

U'ru had been looking for a place to sit. He was feeling fine and wouldn't mind meandering through everyone to go congratulate the other new riders, but he imagined that his Atosith would feel a bit more comfortable if they were seated somewhere off in a corner or along the side. He wasn't too familiar with many of them, but he at least knew of them, or recognized their faces, and a few of their names. (Or by reputation, in some cases.) He smiled down to the dark blue between his feet as he paused, chuckling softly as he reached down to rub the youngster's eye ridges. "There is so much going on. I doubt everyone would be focused so intently on us. This is to celebrate those who Impressed, like us. Those who were lucky enough to have found their other half. I won't let folks stare. Think of the music and the tasty foods they have out. I just want to congratulate the others and maybe grab something to eat or drink. We shouldn't be too long. Okay?"

Young Atosith huffed and scanned the clusters of folks in the crowds, namely looking for those whom his clutchmates Impressed to.

Oh, this did sound promising! Merya grinned broadly at C'mor. "Wonderful! Thanks ever-so - that'll probably save my silly self from getting into any more embarrassing misunder- "

"Merya!"

" -standings - hold up, is that..."

It was. Merya gave a little squeal of glee that sounded something like "L'thor!" - matched by an excited squeep from Beru - and raced across the intervening space to leap into the elder greenrider's arms. "L'thor! I did it! I really did it! And now we'll be greenriders together!" She kissed his cheek impulsively and clung to him, grinning like an idiot as Beru buzzed around his head a few times. For once, not a shred of the girlish display was feigned. She'd never been so happy in her life - so completely, innocently joyful. She wasn't thinking about the possible benefits of being a dragonrider. She wasn't thinking about the people she could influence, or the wealth she might come into. She was only thinking about the first real friend she'd ever had, and the darling little dragon who was even now gamboling clumsily over to join her, and that she got to keep them.

Mine! Who is this? Anidanth's mental voice cut into her blissful thoughts. Is he safe?

"He's very safe, love," Merya insisted without otherwise moving. "He's L'thor, and His is Green Raith, and they are both wonderful."

A green like me! The hatchling seemed almost about to get caught up in the excitement, but then she faltered. ...And you are sure that neither of them will hurt me?

Merya sighed happily, resting her head on L'thor's shoulder for a moment. "Absolutely sure," she said, and meant it.

Then...will you please tell him that I say hello, and to please not drop you?

Laughing, Merya did so. "This is my Anidanth, and she worries about me because she loves me. She says hello and please don't drop Mine."

Beru, realising that she wasn't going to get any more attention for the moment, zipped over to introduce herself to Gilden with a cheerful series of squeeps and a friendly thought.

"Indeed I am," Zara responded with a slight nod to Ceanandin. "And I'll be the first to tell you that where you come from doesn't affect your chances one bit. I've seen Holders from a tiny cothold Impress their first time out, and weyrbrats stand for turns." Sure, it was 'common knowledge' that dragonrider blood made it more likely for a dragon to notice you, but she herself was proof of what such rumors were worth. How many more chances would she have had, if Fuxith hadn't seen fit to choose her?

But I did. You are Mine. Shifting from his vantage point, the blue peered in the direction of the festivities in an attempt to find His. I would not choose another.

Hmm. From the mouth of babes came wisdom?