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Vosin and Killakeeth

As was her tradition for Turnover, Vos had allowed Killakeeth to eat her fill; buying the extra beasts her dragon ate from local herders around Trine. That morning, she’d bathed the gold until her hide gleamed without oil then oiled her until she looked like a gold statue come to life. Only after that did she allow her dragon to eat. It was much easier to send her to the lake for a quick rinse after her meal. With a sated and sleepy dragon resting in her hallow, Vosin took her turn to get ready.

She’d picked out a fetching dress to wear. Comfortable enough to move around or dance in, and gave her a bit of a sophisticated look. Vosin had men to hook in. Besides looking for a good time this Turnover, she had an ulterior motive. If her calculations were correct, Killakeeth would be rising again soon. She wanted a good pick of the guys for when the time came. So she dressed in something nice other than her usual shirt and pants.

Once ready she headed down and called Killakeeth from her nap. The dragon always wanted to sleep after her big meal. From her weyr she could hear the musicians tuning their instruments. Come my dear. The show awaits. Vosin swirled into the main area. First she’d get some greetings in and then head over to the food tables.

Killakeeth yawned and stretched slowly. She was gorgeous and she knew it. The dragon moved slowly to a favored perch where she could watch the festivities. She thought about the meal she’d enjoyed only a couple of hours ago. If only every day could be like that. It never occurred to the dragon that her rider pushed her a bit harder the following days after Turnover ended to help work off her big meal.

The gold enjoyed watching and listening to the festivities. They got up to some interesting antics. Plus she loves listening to the songs, particularly those about dragons, and especially ones about her. The scarred gold stretched her wings then settled them with a practiced flip against her sides. Wagers on how many shall fall to your charms tonight Vosin? Not that she made too much of an effort for any dragon nearby to also over hear.



Banashe and Severith

She was looking forward to three days of just Turnover festivities! Particularly after they’d all gotten to help clean out the Weyr. It had been a dingy job, but someone had to do it! Unfortunately there weren’t enough drudges for that massive task. Luckily, Severith was still slim enough to follow her into the tunnels to help. She was proud at how sleek her dragon was growing. Flight lessons couldn’t come soon enough!

Banashe had been practicing a song to sing for today. Ready to go Severith? Try not to fight with Zangoth too much today ok? We’re supposed to have a good time and intend to. I don’t want to get sent out early.She fixed a stern eye on the brown as she put the last touches in place on her outfit. The teen knew all too well the pair’s tendency to argue over the tiniest thing. “Coming Octavia?!” she yelled to get her twin to hurry up if she wasn’t ready.

Severith pulled back his head to regard his rider with a slowly whirling eye. If he wouldn’t be so stuck in the mud, then we wouldn’t argue. His tone implying that he should be right. He followed after his rider, seeming to stretch and contract as his front legs moved at a different speed from his back legs. Occasionally he tripped. A nasty side effect he found of growing into his limbs. He put extra effort into watching where he put his feet as they entered the square.


Litaidar

Lita was excited and terrified all together. Excited as Turnover celebrations were finally here, and yet terrified that she’d have to go out there with all the dragons. While they’d been cleaning she’d been able to stick to the lower levels and avoid, most, dragons. She’d been wavering back and forth about actually attending. Kitchi could go get her food so she wouldn’t go hungry. In the end, with a bit of persuasion, she’d been convinced to attend. It was Turnover after all.

The teen carefully skirted the edges. She peeked around the edge of a stall to ensure the coast was clear. People were starting to gather. The trader’s stalls looked interesting. A double check, no dragon or wher were in sight. Only those perched high above and all she needed to do was not look up. Not hard. Lita edged around the corner to count herself sufficiently “present.”

R'an walked around the area, he wasn't much of a story teller, but he was enjoying watching the few that had taken up spots and seeing how some of the younger kids were listening raptly.

Syriacuth was enjoying himself further away from the activities, enough to see R'an clearly but also not be near enough to anyone who would bother him. He huffed and looked up seeing Kalteth flying above everyone, casting a shadow that covered much of the area. 'Are you ever still?' He asked playfully.

R'an happened to glance towards a group of children and saw Sh'en just finishing a story. It had been so long, his heart didn't hurt as much as it used to but there was still a ping of pain. He heard the request and he couldn't help himself, stepping forward, "How about an adventure story?" He asked, to the 'oooos' of the kids around them.



The older black rider sat at one of the tables, for once his darling black wasn' anywhere near him, instead sleeping in their weyr and keeping out of harms way. Even after so long at a Weyr, first Euclid then here, Mi'ca found himself worrying for Turoth's safety.

Sighing to himself and sipping a cup of wine, he watched the dancers as they turned and moved gracefully. It had been a long time since he had been to any type of proper party, maybe this would be a good new start to a new turn.

Sh'en and Kalteth
(1... not a good story oops)

laughed Kalteth, swooping a little to get a better look at the humans and dragons and see if she could spot Syriacuth. It was a fun game for her – where was the blue?

she said, hovering slightly over him, eyes glittering a happy green, she chirped, delighted that she had, indeed, found him.

Sh'en tensed very, very slightly as R'an showed up, but Kalteth's excitement had already tipped him off. He was ready. He could handle this. He smiled. “Oooo, an adventure story, huh? Lets see what Sh'en here can come up with.” he cracked his knuckles – he had just the thing... a war story.

"So this one's about me - I've had tons of adventures, you know." he began, "Kalteth and I were flying over a field outside a wherhold - scouting, you know - and we were nearly ready to report back to our wingleader that all was quiet when we saw people moving around in the fields. They weren't farmers, and it wasn't even farmland anyway, so I thought that was sort of odd. I wanted to check it out."

He gestured with his hand, mimicing a dragon landing.

"So Kalteth landed really quietly... and I snuck over. Turns out, they were troops! Wherhold troops! They were getting ready to make that place an outpost, and it was obviously something I needed to report right away."

"I was pretty excited - that's a much more interesting report than nothing - and maybe I got a bit carried away as I was getting back to Kalteth. Not sure how, but they saw me... So I ran!"

He moved his arms like he was running.

"I ran and ran, fastest run of my life, I tell you. I was dodging arrows and rocks and really bad words the whole time, but I just kept running. Finally, I got to Kalteth and I leapt onto my dragon in one bound, and we took to the air in three wingbeats - really fast! And then we soared out of there, leaving them in the dust!" He smiled proudly, "Pretty sure we changed the course of the war that day... Adventurous enough for you?"

Some of the story may or may not have been exaggerated.

Malta and Poecileth

Malta found her husband, Aglar, with her children at the dancers, watching them do their thing. She smiled at the enthusiasm on her young son's faces, watching them squeal and clap in delight at the grace and flexibility of the dancers.

She joined them, smiling fondly. It was nice, she felt, to have a family. It gave her something to feel good about, no matter what happened. Finally, the children needed a break from the excitement, and she ushered her husband off to get them fed – no sugar, of course – and took a moment to get herself a glass of wine and finish off her plate.

The dancers started a new routine and Malta settled in to watch them, relaxing as the alcohol eased any residual nerves. “They really are something, aren't they?” she commented to the man next to her.

Syria tilted his head back to look at Kal, smiling for a dragon, he shifted over minisculally but that spoke volumes. He hated having dragons too close to him but he had a special spot for Kalteth. 'Hi Kalteth.' He replied, his eyes swirling to match her green.

The story started off roughly but slightly truthful. Sh'en and himself and many of the wing riders had experience and adventures. He crossed his arms and listened, trying not to seem too angry or annoyed. He hadn't wanted to trip up Sh'en but he wanted to hear him tell a story.

As the story went on, R'an surpressed rolling his eyes. He knew some of it was fake because there had been drama with the report, he had heard about it. A simple fly-by scouting and yes there had been an outpost planned but it wasn't that exciting.

So Sh'en embellished, the kids couldn't tell. Or maybe they could as a few made faces about the shortness of the story. Sh'en was good at embellishing the truth...

R'an took a deep breath, it as a celebration, a new turn. He wouldn't get angry. "Nice story." He said, though his tone came out harsher than he wanted. "How about I do the next one?" There were some looks like they didn't want to leave Sh'en to listen to him. Well nice blow to his pride but he chuckled and raised his hands, the kids and other younglings making his kinder side come out. "Alright alright, no stories from me."