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Notes:

- Feast takes place the day after the hatching, starting around noon.

- Those who were deemed too injured to return for the feast will be delivered food by the healers.

- The location is a large building that is probably the only real extravagant / decorated place on the living island. There is a big table in the front where the masters / seconds / wingleaders sit, and other tables in front of them. The front two are for dragonriders and the back two are for anyone else.

- The food this feast is of wide variety and there is more of it than usual, probably in an attempt to cheer up the down-and-out Weyrlings.

- As of now, Whitemaster Jasaro and Whermaster Bekar are absent.

- If you have any other questions, please ask in the thread!

Curith stared up at the large building they were about to enter. It was the biggest one she had ever seen and she had seen plenty on her walk here. How many people are inside Mine?

Mairin shrugged "No idea, probably less than a hundred," she guessed. Hatching feasts were supposed to be big and festive but she had a feeling a lot of people were going to opt out of this one. The fact that some who might have attended were either now dead or too injured to come was a thought she tried to keep quiet lest she upset Curith. " I'm sure it will be fun though." In the young woman's opinion any chance she had to eat good food, hang out with people and tell some stories was bound to be at least mildly fun.

Curith's eyes whirred a placated blue for the moment as the green trundled after Hers and into the Feast. She was still sore from the night before and unsure about what was supposed to be happening now but nothing in here looked too weird. Just people and tables and a lot of food. I hope you are very hungry!

Mairin laughed softly and reached down to rub the spot between Curith's headnobs. " I am but remember there are a lot of boys coming and they eat a lot too." There was probably more food here than anyone could eat but it was nice to look at regardless. With a respectful nod to the head tables Mairin headed towards where the seafood was being kept, shellfish she didn't have to work for herself would be welcome right about now.

That, Mine. Get some of that, Harth instructed, sitting back on her haunches to raise herself up in order to get a good view of the feast's spread. And that, she added, with a mental sort of frown when her rider hesitated to heap another item onto her plate. You are hungry, aren't you?

Well...yes.

But? That Iafri needed prompting to contradict someone - even her dragon! - was adorable, but not good for her in the long run. They were going to have to work on that!

But...I'm not sure I'm hungry enough enough to eat everything? she admitted hesitantly.

Good girl, Harth approved, of the elaboration but not the answer itself. But you're very skinny, darling, and you need to eat if we're going to put some meat on your bones! A little at a time, though, I suppose. So...

The young green surveyed the options again. A bit of that, annnd some vegetables of course! And that should do for now, sweet Mine.

C'nor hadn't wanted to show up too early - oh he had to make an appearance obviously, it was expected...but he didn't want to wind up spending more time then he had to here either. Well unless someone important came along to talk to. He wouldn't even have shown up when he did..if it wasn't for Lioth.

Lioth..if he'd has his way would have been waiting at the door before anything was set up and likely stayed there to greet everyone who showed up, mostly just for the 'being first' factor. C'nor had had to spend a long time explaining the perks of being 'fashionably late' ..and in the end they'd compromised and waited longer then Lioth would have liked but left earlier then C'nor would have appreciated.

Ah well, such was life yes? C'nor had of course dressed for the occasion in the best clothing he could scrounge up and Lioth had been oiled and cleaned so that he gleamed about as much as a brown could be expected to gleam and a least to C'nor' eyes they made a rather dashing pair as they entered the feast.

'There are not many here yet Mine' Lioth remarked as they strode in and glanced around 'No there isn't..we could have waited a bit longer..' C'nor responded with a sigh.

K'ia turned at the voice and frowned slightly, not knowing the speaker. By nature, the young woman was cautious of strangers and usually quite shy to the point of seeming rude or frosty.

But Tochinath had no such problems.

I won't tip the table over, he replied rebelliously, sticking his forked tongue out at the green. Then he turned that tongue to the table and wrapped it around a piece of spiced wherry, slurping it down in an instant and letting out a content rumble.

"He missed his first meal last night because of the cave in, so he's behind the others. I fed him before bed, but I guess that first gorge really can't be missed."

Turning, she grabbed a plate and wondered what the other girl wanted. K'ia wasn't big on social interactions, and hoped her dragon would continue stuffing his face instead of talking.

Again, she was disappointed.

Curith, come try this dish. It is amazing, the small blue said almost raptiously, and this time he did climb onto the table before his rider could stop him. She actually found it a little comical, to see him picking his way amongst the plates.

My love...You're pushing it.

"Ahh well that explains it then." Mairin hadn't realized the cave in had lead to some of the last hatched dragonet's not eating. She'd been too focused on keeping Curith calm and stuffing food into the sensitive green to see the last of the hatching before the tragedy struck. " I'm Mairin by the way, decided to keep my name as it was," besides it wasn't like her name was that long to begin with. " What do I call you?" Might as well use this time to start familiarizing herself with the names and new names of those she didn't and did already know respectively.

Mairin snorted and shook her head at Tochinath's antics while she waited for a reply. Dragonets definitely did not belong on tables. Sure Tochinath wasn't hurting anything yet but it was only a matter of time before the table buckled or he knocked something over. After all dragonets were not exactly known for being well coordinated in their early days. Still, it was impossible to deny that the sight was cute in a way few other things they might see this afternoon would be.

Curith found no humor in the situation and instead sent a distressed stare at the blue as he clambered about, now actually on the table. I am not hungry Tochinath, please come down before you are hurt. Even if she had been hungry Curith's appetite vanished when she became concerned. She cared less for the food being consumed and disturbed though than the idea that Tochinath might slip and fall.