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Devith had never been so proud of his rider as he sat with his chest puffed out his wing's half mantled among the other dragon's practically beaming at his Hekate's success and the many congratulations for his choice. The few greens who had sought to rile him were met with rather dashing croons as the dusky silver greeted and thanked them in turn. Perhaps he couldn't be teased as the non-atypicals could, but that certainly didn't stop him from putting on quite the gallant act. He had chosen well. He'd always known he'd chosen well though there had been plenty of murmurs when he'd first impressed about the wisdom of his choice. However none could say the pair of them had not worked hard to prove themselves at every turn. Now as he watched his rider steeling herself to be introduced he practically beamed.

Hekate had never met the Senior Weyrwoman of Trine before. She'd seen the strange woman at a distance at times since she had awoke, but never up close as Abigail had still been unconscious when she had impressed Devith. As such when she received her weyrling knots and attended the feast she'd been unable to meet the woman who's dragon had borne her friend. Now though as Abigail stood on the podium cast in ethereal light Hekate could see why so many followed her. There was a innate inborn confidence this woman bore. A sort of regal bearing the others lacked in their manner that left the young rider in awe.

As she listened to the Senior Weyrwoman speak she couldn't help, but feel the whole situation rather ironic. What would her family think of her if they could see her now? A rider of a silver dragon recognized by the Weyr for using her once less then reputable skills not to steal items, but to recover them. Would they be proud? She'd certainly risen much farther then had been expected of her.

And this is only the beginning Mine. Devith crooned low in his rider's mind his voice rich with pride as his confidence mingled with her own filling Hekate up as she straightened her back looking up at the Weyrwoman as she stepped forward at her introduction. Taking Abigail's handshake she couldn't help but beam back at the woman an unusual touch of shyness in her usually chipper smile. "Thank you Weyrwoman." She replied her tone a bit softer and more tinged with awe and demur then might have been expected as the ribbon was pinned to the shoulder her dress tunic alongside her knots.

Then suddenly she was ushered to turn and the red haired woman found herself staring out at the expanse of the Weyr as the audience waited. Scraping up her courage Hekate spoke.

"At the Dragonlights I was among the crowd. There I heard traitors rant of a new world. A world without the binding of the color of hide or ranks where be you a wherhandler, a holder, a crafter or dragonrider you could make your own path and that without this strife there would be peace. However no true peace can ever be secured with murder and the Rebellion's foul tactics only served to prove how false their preached ideals were when the lure of power proved to be of greater value to them then life itself." She spoke her voice strong and steady despite her worries at facing a crowd so large. "It is therefore all the more bittersweet that in their attempts to tear us apart and cause strife and chaos they have created at this very Weyr the beginnings of the very thing they had hoped to see. We would not be broken. Dragonrider, Holder, Weyrmen, Wherhandler, Crafter and even the Dolphin handlers, people from all walks of life have come together working side by side to create a better Pern. We have risen from the ashes. It wasn't easy. We lost many a good man, woman, dragon, and even wher to hold our ground. It was crowded and hard, tempers flared, but we've held strong and as the Senior Weyrwoman said the traitors should be afraid." She continued throwing a hand wide to motion to the Weyr around them.

"My kinsmen look at what we have built together! Let our enemies be afraid! Because if we can do this in so short of a time by working side by side just Imagine what we can do to them! Today is a triumphant day for all who chase after a dream of a better tomorrow! Be proud!" Hekate called out the passion of her voice mingling with that of Devith's as the dusky silver reared letting out a brassy bugle at the top of his lungs wings spread and eyes flashing. Today was a good day to be alive.

Dizzian

Courath reclined near Devith content to watch as he soaked up the attention and adoration he and His were receiving. The flirtations of her sister greens were very amusing. It was not dissimilar to how she herself treated the silver though in a much subtler fashion. Her blue eyes glittered in the torchlight ~ Yours has worked hard. She deserves this. Are you happy brothermine? ~ Courath knew the answer of course but she wanted to ask anyways. Hekate may not be Hers but Devith's was Dizzian's best friend and Courath felt pride for them.

Dizzian was clapping and cheering and whistling as loud as she could after Hekate finished her speech. She laughed as tears pricked her eyes. With all the whershit Hekate had been dragged through recently it was inspiring to her friend that she should still be so hopeful and optimistic for their futures. She knew Hekate didn't feel the way about Trine that Dizzian did but she could believe that Hekate was beginning to understand.

Z'fer

Z'fer kept silent during Abigail and then Hekate's speeches. He was impressed. Not just with the effort she had put towards the betterment of Trine but with her speech as well. He hadn't known she had it in her. Z'fer had been worried that Hekate would be uncomfortable under the spotlight but she preformed marvelously. While he didn't agree with reordering the status quo of color ranks he could understand a little. There was a fanciful beauty to the idea of equality among colors. He could see where people might be attracted to that. Z'fer would maintain his stance though. Dragons were all equal in their worth, but their strengths and weaknesses dictated their place in life. It wasn't some created hierarchy of man that determined their fates but the limitations of their own bodies.

He stood from the Wingleader's table as the applause began. His hands clapped together with a loud echoing sound as he beamed upon the silverrider with a mixture of love, pride, and confidence in her.

Hekate stood for a moment allowing the applause to wash over her as she took in the sight of the crowds before her. Then as quickly as she had stepped forward she took her bow backing up to her former place in the line to await what else was to come.

Now that wasn't so bad Mine. You did quite well for such a spur of the moment speech. Devith rumbled with amusement in his rider's mind though their bond swelled with his pride and approval. His had been afraid, but she had not let that fear best her and it seemed the crowd at least approved of her speech.

You're one to talk basking in all this attention. Hekate teased her lifebond with a small grin her grin widening into a smile as she spotted Z'fer not far from her clapping in earnest. Malvren's Wingleader was acknowledged with a nod as Hekate straightened her back a little glancing over at the Weyrwoman and other officials to see what would come next.

Ah, but it would be rude not to bask and accept their attention when we have worked so hard to earn it. Besides~ I have a rider who is as strong as she is beautiful. Let us enjoy our well earned time in the spotlight. Devith crooned in Hekate's minds his eyes in the distance whirling blue and green in amusement and content.

Turning at his clutchmates voice the dusky silver greeted his favorite green with an affectionate nuzzle. A privalige he reserved for her and her alone as he ducked his head in greetings to her. This place is not yet home to my rider, but this work has helped her to feel more as if the Weyr is hers. It is a mark of her own that she can see and it makes her happier then she was before. As to me dearest sister~ With my rider content and a beautiful green like yourself dancing about the Weyr how could I not be happy? Devith crooned his tone turning from serious to gentle teasing of his favorite sister though his words of her beauty rang true. Scars or no there was no better dragon then his favorite sibling in Devith's mind.

Jordan
(For Felix)

If this wasn't the most self-congratulatory load of nonsense Jordan had ever attended he wasn't sure what was. Good show for gathering materials, certainly, but this was all a bit much. A ceremony and a medal? Everyone had done their part. Why weren't they all getting medals? Jordan for his part had even ended up with splinters. Splinters! That this one girl above all had received honors for her efforts seemed like a slap in the face to the rest of them. Jordan didn't even bother to stop the rolling of his eyes at her impassioned 'for the Weyr' speech. At times it was only the memory of that vicious Gold wherhandler that kept him from wondering why he was here instead of on their side where he might have more opportunities. He was going to age out soon. Only another Turn for him, and how many Clutches could there be? One? Two? Well, he'd made his bed. He'd lie in it.

He clapped slowly, slowly enough to be sarcastic, and then as the crowds dispersed he did the same, making his way to get a drink since he hadn't had the opportunity to do so earlier.

As he threaded his way through the crowd, he caught sight of an extremely unusual individual. The hair cut away from all but the center of his head stood out to Jordan first, but as he stared he noticed a blotch on the side of his head as well as the man surveyed the crowd. It could have been a birthmark, but... Jordan took a few steps closer to him, trying for a better look. No. That was definitely... a dolphin? Some kind of tattoo, though those were few and far between on Pern. Where he could have gotten it was a mystery to Jordan, but the face he saw now attached to the outlandish hair and ink wasn't uncomely. Jordan could certainly get behind that.

Or in front of it, if the chance arose.

A drink seemed like a must-- Jordan could pull of some superb conversations as long as he had a drink as a distraction-- but he was concerned he would lose this man in the crowd. Unusual hair was no guarantee that Jordan could find him later (without making himself obvious, of course). A moment's quick calculation and Jordan was making his way the rest of the distance toward the interesting potential conquest.

"Sorry to bother you," he said when he got close enough, tapping Felix on the shoulder. He'd come in from an angle slightly behind and to the side of the man, to make his beeline less noticeable but without being as creepy as coming up behind him. "I was wondering what that you're drinking was and if you could point me in the direction of getting one of my own."


Cetalese
(For D'lin)

Cetalese wasn't one for many public displays of affection, considering that she still didn't know what it might cost herself or D'lin if it was discovered, but she slid a hand across his lower back and briefly left an arm wrapped around his waist as she came up beside him. It was a little risk, one she could keep brief. "Not a bad speech. She did the Weyr proud."

Through Eliza she had heard several less than flattering assessments of Hekate's behavior over the last few months, but Cetalese rarely put much stock in rumors until they chalked up to be true. And even if they were, that didn't mean she hadn't put out a good speech. Rather rousing, actually, even if it seemed a bit over the top coming from a Weyrling. She was clearly proud of her accomplishments and the acknowledgement she had received for them, though, and Cetalese couldn't begrudge her her candlemark in the spotlight.

Her arm dropped away from D'lin and she smiled up at him. "I thought I saw Eliza in the crowd before I reached you. Want to go find her and get to a less crowded area?"

Hekate couldn't help, but smile down at Z'fer her eyes softening at the sight of his injuries. However she knew it would only wound his pride more if she declined his hand in worry for his health and took his hand stepping down from the stands only releasing it to smooth the her rich red tunic. It was a little faded with yellow edging, but was clean and looked respectable enough for the night. In lue of the fighting she was lucky enough to left with anything nice enough to wear to such an occasion on just a weyrlings pay. "Thank you Wingleader Z'fer." She replied with a grin letting his full title roll of her tongue. While it might have been appropriate to tease and play on a normal day tonight Hekate was trying her best to behave. Even Devith had deemed to act respectable

The silver in question couldn't help, but let out a rumbling draconic chuckle at his sibling. All too true sibling dearest. You are far too clever. He crooned back to her though he seemed to grow a bit more solemn in his content as he thought on Him and His progress. It is. Few bother to see past our reputation to see her true potential. She will enjoy herself tonight and for that I am glad. Devith added his eyes whirling a rich green and blue in content.

Roscoe
Tag N'mol

Roscoe had considered not showing up at this little shindig...but the desire to be responsible and make Benden look good had won out and so he'd dressed in suitable clothing, plastered a smile on his face and dragged himself over. To be honest the speech wasn't all that bad, it was a pity the girl rode a silver. Imagine what she'd be capable of if she had impressed to something normal.Oh well.

Collecting a drink after the clapping had died down he wandered the crowd until spotting a familiar face. He hadn't seen N'mol in quite a while - understandable given the man's position and recent events, Roscoe had been pulling for Tyeth in the chase but dragons were fickle beasts and it had turned out not to be so, he hoped his friend wasn't too disappointing. There would be many other flights.

Since N'mol didn't seem to be engaged in an important conversation he decided to go over and say hello. "N'mol! Long time no see!" He greeted the other rider as he came over. He wondered briefly where Kindra was - it wasn't often that the two weren't together at things like this but shrugged it off as women being just as fickle as dragons.

D'lin
Tag Ceta..and Eliza, but that seems pointless.

D'lin rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly when Eliza went off about the gold flight, Plexith had been close, close enough that D'lin was acutely aware that it could have been him wandering the Weyr in such a fashion - though he knew he likely would not have done so with the same bravado as the Malvren Wingleader had apparently done. It did not make him look forward to the next time and there would be a next time, it was inevitable.

"Yes, I'm sure it will blow over in time... everyone's tensions run high in a goldflight." He stated smoothly glad that Ceta had gone on to try and change the subject. Trust Ceta to know how to handle Eliza. Hoping that would be the end of it he glanced around them to make sure the involved parties were not close by..thankfully none of them seemed to have been close enough to hear and hopefully the rest of the evening would proceed without any such commotion. Though he started to get a pained expression on his face as Eliza continued.

Eliza
Tag Ceta

Eliza beamed at the both of them, clearly quite pleased to have come across that tidbit of recent scandal. "I don't know, I heard both goldriders were involved. Both! Imagine that...I don't know why they would kick him out, I mean he doesn't look that bad looking to me" She stated with a glance towards the stage where the aforementioned bronzerider was speaking with Hekate. Shrugging slightly she switched gears to answer Ceta's question.

"She's fine, we got through the last threadfall without to much problems." She stated with a wistful expression on her face. IT wasn't a secret that Eliza was not happy with the Wing she had been assigned. Given the choice she would switch..in fact she was trying to figure out just what she had to do for that to happen. She didn't even care where she wound up! "She's probably looking for Halith...or staring at that silver some more. Pointless..but .." She shrugged.

'I am not staring..I'm admiring.'
'Still pointless'

Velath huffed silently to her rider before letting her eyes search for Halith.

Dizzian

Dizzian picked at a platter of shredded meat beside her and nodded. "Mercy then." She smiled. She hadn't exactly left their lesson in the best of moods and she felt guilty about that. Dizzian didn't want the weyrlingmaster to be mad at her as well. Now, at the feast, it was a good time to approach without too much risk. "Yeah, Hekate's really happy about this. I didn't know she was going to give a speech though. What about you?"

Courath thrummed with a feeling of agreement. Scanning the dragons around them she caught sight of another green staring intently at them. She leaned in to Devith and pointed her nose in Velath's direction. ~ You're being stared at. ~

Z'fer

It always made him smile to hear his title. Hekate could call him anything she wanted and it'd probably make him smile at least a little when she looked at him like that. "You're welcome SIlver Wingrider Hekate." He used the title the Weyrwoman had given her. He wasn't sure if it had been a slip of the tongue or not but either way it'd be true soon enough. Z'fer crooked his elbow to her. "Care to share a drink with me? No alcohol of course." For her sake he would do his best to behave tonight as well. They had appearances to make and one of them was to be proud and presentable after the queen flight. To be seen as unbothered by anything Benden's gold or bronzerider's did in retaliation.

(( I promise I will get to the others. XD I wanted to get SOMETHING in before I had to run to school. Felix, Ailin, Cai and Zarike will all be posted. ))