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T'ren couldn't say he knew music too well- he wasn't around Harpers too often, so he heard song rarely. But he couldn't deny that M'dor's song was good, great even.

His song is nice, Mine, Chaveth hummed. T'ren rubbed the ridges of her eyes fondly.
"It is nice, en't it?" he said, content. He'd finished eating long ago, and had taken to lounging about with a cup of Klah and his Green for his company.

I am going to tell him! and that made the rider pause. And then he shook his head. That was the Weyrsinger! He didn't want to just go up talking to a fellow like that! Who knows how they could get in trouble-

But Chaveth wasn't listening. She craned her head around and crooned loudly at M'dor, thanking him for the music. T'ren sat beside her with a hand flat against her neck, looking sheepish and embarrassed.

Chores; check.

Morning run; check.

Candidate lessons on topics which she had thoroughly memorized by that point in time but had to sit through anyways because she had failed to Impress at the past two hatchings, clearly as result of her own lack of dedication and commitment; check.

Deneva stalked through the halls with a stare that should have leveled the Weyr, if only looks could kill. Her features were set in a look of cool apathy, a mask to keep hidden the growing, gnawing worry in the pit of her stomach. Nineteen turns as of the last sevenday. Nineteen turns. Nineteen turns. The words echoed in her mind with each step, and the low din of the halls did little to alleviate it.

Only two turns left to stand, and the queens of Telgar were busy tug-of-warring over the vacated seat of power. Didn't they know she had a destiny to fulfill? Didn't they know that her future - a meaningful, purposeful future – hinged upon one of those sharding golds rising? Surely there had to be some herbs or something to make them rise. Somewhere in the face of Pern, some magical Dragonphrodesiac must surely exist. The very idea that this childish bickering could go on for another two years, that she would have to return to the Hold to take up bakercraft... why, it practically nauseated her. Deneva's pretty face turned in a less-than-pretty snarl of disgust.

She needed a distraction. Fortunately, as she emerged into the dining hall, a small gathering was occurring to provide her with one.

“What a lovely pair of voices,” she said as she approached the small group, taking a seat a short distance away. Well, if the Weyrsinger and company couldn't distract her, then surely nothing could. It took focus to turn her sour expression into a pleasant smile, but Deneva managed it. She regarded the three, and one rather adorable green, with a small but respectful nod.

The Weyrsinger looked up at the croon, and then tipped his hat to the green. Chaveth, by the looks of it. Her rider's name was something like T'ren. It was hard keeping up with all the greens and their riders even with the small population that lived at Telgar Weyr. Nonetheless, praise deserved a thanks, and his green would know who to direct the message to. Ichoth, you should thank Chaveth for the compliment. She appreciates my music.

Ichoth blinked several times from her perch near their weyr, before shyly replying. Mine wishes to thank you, green Chaveth. He is glad that you like his music. Once the words were out she quickly curled her tail over her nose, quietly pleased with her own bravery. She had spoken to another dragon!

As M'dor moved into the next verse, he was surprised to find another voice added to his. A nice soprano voice, if he was going to be specific. Very interesting. It was likely she had been Searched from the Harper Hall near High Telgar Hold. She certainly knew her songs, if that was anything to go on. His lips quirked upwards into a small smile as he continued to play, singing along with her until they reached the ending of the second verse. He stopped singing then, simply playing the notes on his guitar so he could address the gathering around him.

"Your compliments and your voices are most welcome, Telgar Candidates and riders. As are your instruments." He gave a nod to Folen. "And it seems we have some Harper apprentices among us. I am afraid I have not officially met many of you, though I'm sure you have heard of me."

As the weyrsinger came to a halt, Jadamirei ceased her performance as well. Folen recieved a smile as he sat next to her and she patted his hand in a friendly manner, and the tall girl who had complimented their voices- she looked familiar to Jadamirei but she couldn't place a name- received a mouthed Thank you and a wave. "You are weyrharper M'dor." she said with a smile when both he and the dragonrider seemed to be done speaking. "And you're right, we were apprentices." She seemed to be including Folen, but not speaking for him. "A pleasure to meet you. I've been assigned to be your help for the evening if you have anything you need done. My name is Jadamirei. A pleasure to meet you and Yours as well, dragonrider T'ren." she gave the green dragon a fond smile.

Her voice was warm, friendly; her round face was open and warm; however her fingers tapped nervously- a nervous habit, likely, but the beat was familiar- the Question Song, perhaps?

What was this? Iloraz thought, as he noticed the crowd in the dining hall. It didn't look like there was anything special going on, but if nothing else, this was more interesting than just doing nothing, which was what he had been planning to do.

Things were always better when there were a bunch of people around, and this looked like it wouldn't be the exception. Plus, if he was here, he wasn't getting into trouble; at least at the moment.

He approached the group quietly, listening to see what he could hear, and looking for people that he knew, or at least reconized. There were a few of his fellow candidates in the group, and he found a place where he could sit and listen, while still being near people he knew.

"Nice to meet you, Deneva." Jada'Mirei's eyes crinkled at the corners as she seemed to positively beam kindness and sincerity at the other candidate. "Not everyone in Harper Hall can sing, either." her eyes danced with laughter. "In fact, I believe Folen over there was flat out asked not to sing." she was teasing, of course, but knew her friend would take no offense- especially judging by the conspiratorial wink he gave the girl.

She saw Iloraz approaching and gave him a little wave. But then her attention was back on the weyrsinger, watching and waiting for him to speak.

The little green was quite surprised when Chaveth continued the conversation, stumbling over her words as she tried to reply as fast as she could. She didn't want to look rude or inattentive! Th-thank you green Chaveth! You are also very pretty. I am Ichoth. M'dor is Mine. It is very nice to meet you! Ichoth's heart fluttered in her chest as she tried to keep her cool. A real dragon was actually talking to her! And she was very, very nice. It was like meeting up with potential candidates all over again.

"The pleasure is all mine," M'dor replied, addressing T'ren first with another tip of his head. "Music does seem to attract the masses." It was one of the benefits of being a Harper. Wherever and whenever you played, people stopped to listen. A strange human habit, but a fascinating one nonetheless. Turning then to the selection of Telgar candidates that had joined him, he listened intently as they introduced themselves. Jadamirei from the Harper Hall, no doubt, and Folen the same. Deneva claimed no such background, and M'dor could not help but give a soft chuckle. "It would be unfortunate if all of Pern had the talent of the Harper, I believe. Other talents are required to allow for Harpers to exist. We should always be grateful to those who have other skills."

His eyes moved briefly to the more recent arrival, appraising him quietly but saying nothing. If he wished to introduce himself, he would. "You all seem to be adjusting well to the Weyr environment. Not too many problems, I hope?"