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Maybe there was such a thing as pushing a rider a bit too far. Bethan began to feel as if she had encroached on P’athen’s boundaries. It had been a rather presumptuous question, and a somewhat selfish one as well. But the past was the past, and she had said what she had said. Still, the silence was stretching onwards and Bethan felt herself began to shift weight uneasily from foot to foot.

“Oh, thank you so much! I don’t give a wherry’s worth about tradition, so you needn’t feel uneasy.” Excitement broiled in Bethan’s very core, and she felt like running ahead to go see the dragon before anyone else. It was like being a small child, and that was a rather guilty pleasure.

“Where should we meet him? Should I bow to him? I don’t know how to properly respect a dragon at all, I’m afraid.” Words were tumbling from her mouth now, and she grinned happily. All her wit had flown out the window to be replaced with… this. Calming herself down, Bethan tried to glance askance for a piece of glass that would show if she was presentable or not.

“You lead the way. I would, but I don’t know.” It rankled her not to know things, not to be the leader, but circumstances called for it now, and she really didn’t mind in this case. She was going to meet a dragon! And she had already met a rider. He was very nice, if somewhat shy and introverted.

His mind decided, P'athen only nodded shortly, managing a friendly smile before his features returned to the normal stoic expression. "Sei will meet us not far from here, so as not to distrub the tents." He said quietly, almost fondly as he felt the presence of his dragon overhead.

Seidoshokuth was nothing if not a showman, and he was quite proud of his size and rugged appearence... despite the odd looks he often got from his rider for his antics. So as he passed overhead, he let loose a small goat of residual flame and backwinged to land. He was easily one of the larger bronzes in the Weyr, and with the night lit up from below by torches, his midnight bronze hide almost appeared sinister, scarred as it was by thread and metal. Coming to rest in front of his rider and the young woman, Sei trilled happily and curved his finely chiseled head down for a scratch from his bondmate.

P'athen was used to Sei's tricks, and only frowned at the bronze bafoon. "As you can see Bethan, you needn't worry about decorum with Seidoshokuth."

Ridermine! She can pay all the respect she wants.~

Ignoring the mental comment, P'athen continued without pause. "In fact, if you were to try, I would have to stop you. His ego is large enough already."

"Thats rather the damnable part about it isn't it?" he sighed, looking around. "I hate getting to the aprty after everyone breaks up into groups, then they just sort of pretend you aren't there..."

"That sounds like a plan....at the very least people can enjoy a good laugh watching my incredible impression of a heard beast trying to dance." He joked, elbowing Khalin and grinning.

A soft laugh greet the joke and he shook his head. "Come on R'ael. I'm sure you dance just fine. Or I'll be doubled over laughing at your impression of the dancing herd of herd beast judging by you bulk," he teased back and scampered towards the dance floor.

(( Shoot, I didn't even realize this was going on. *sighs* ))

Remia sighed as she arrived at the gathering after it had already gone into full swing. She'd fallen asleep, and woke up to find that she'd slept away most of the gather day. While she needed the sleep and didn't begrudge herself the indulgence... it was a shame to miss a day of socializing.

You sleep as though you just ate a herdbeast, mine, Trith teased her gently from her place on the heights. The cheerful teen rolled her eyes, and sent an image of herself lounging like a dragon after a full meal. The two shared a warm moment just before Remia moved into the crowd.

Remia looked around, looking for people she knew. She wanted to catch up, learn how things had been going with others. As she did so, a drudge passed by with a platter of meatrolls, and she snagged a few. The smell of them had made her stomach grumble.

Her blue flit swooped down as she balanced the meatrolls in one hand, and she chuckled. "You're hungry, too, hm? Well, okay, here you go," she said, and broke off a chunk of meatroll for the whining blue. He snatched at it greedily, and sounds of happiness escaped him as he tried to eat it whole.

"Chew, Oli, chew!" Remia said, with a bit of exasperation in her tone. Here he was, almost a turn old, and he still wanted to gorge himself like a hatchling.

Caleten started to tell him that she was only doing this not to stand out. However, she decided not to spoil his fun. For a male, he really wasn't half bad.

Gem liked him and took the perch his arm made for her. Caleten was still her friend, but Caleten's friends were also hers.

She nearly told him if Gem flew, and she could find the nest, she could always give him one. For many reasons she didn't, all she told him was, "Just look around rocky areas. Flits seem to like dragons so Datiath may be able to help by just being there." That wasn't how she found Gem; she wasn't even near water at the time. Then again, admitting she stole anything no matter if it was the right thing to do, was not a wise thing to do. So, she kept quite about how she managed upon the treasure of a gold flit.

To Datiath, she remarked, 'I'll probably leave after the gather, threadfall or not. This is the first time in many turns that one saw me in the same place twice. Many times, I do not come back to the same place for two or more turns.' It still confused her as to why she was back in the first place. Sure, she was kidnapped before, but this time she willingly came. Why?

Dancing, she wanted nothing of, so she was careful to stay right behind him through the crowd.