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 Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 5:23 am
Another Turn is gone and it's time to celebrate the beginning of a new one. Everyone is welcome to participate and celebrate. This thread will remain opened for about a week or so so that all RPs started here can be finished.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 1:44 pm
[*steals first post*]
N'tren took a deep breath as he left his weyr and made his way down to the bowl. Turn's End was nearly upon them and he was sure that once again he would be stuck on kitchen duty until the best of the festivities was over. It did not matter that he had graduated to senior weyrling, he was still also one of Citrey's charges until promoted to wingrider.
Which meant he would miss seeing all of his friends while Datiath lounged with his clutchmates.
His faced flushed as he thought about some of the girl riders out in their fineries and he wondered what Remia would be doing as the old Turn ended and the new one began.
He was after all, going to be seventeen turns soon... N'tren was not immune to normal longings that males had for females.
I think you should ask her to dance. And you are not even sure you will be stuck below. Datiath added his two marks in. He had become a nice copper bronze with a lighter underbelly. Not bulky like some of the others in his clutch, he was more lean and leggy. And long. N'tren reckoned he would soon be one of the largest in Rias.
I am all but promised to be down below. And besides, and he said this part really quietly, I don't know how to dance.
Then do what all the others do. Learn. Datiath gave a little bugle from his perch in the heights and then resettled himself. I shall be with you soon, love.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:37 pm
Though the thought of joining another Weyr's Turnover celebrations had daunted the tall bronze rider at first, the oppurtunity to watch the Turnover Ghosts from the southern Weyr appealed to him enough to venture out before the celebrations to help with the preparations.
Seidoshokuth, of course, was delighted that his rider had joined the revelry of his own accord, and was content to rest on the highest ridge and await nightfall. It was a small tradition between the two; sharing Turnover together, and the bronze relished the time with his rider as much as P'athen put to rest the worries of the previous Turn and said his prayers for his departed friends.
- - - - - - -
Ridermine...
Bent over a boiling pot in the lower caverns, P'athen's only outward sign that he had heard the bronze was a slight stiffening of his shoulders and a queer tilt to his head that took on a "listening" appearance.
Yes Sei?
Why are you in the lower caverns?
Stifling a chuckle, the bronzerider shrugged and sent a wordless flash of laughter to his dragon. Because I asked the Headwoman if she needed any help, and in her panic, she directed me to this pot and told me to watch it. I fear she may have forgotten me.
Ridermine... that is silly. Why would she forget you.
Glancing around, P'athen spotted the Headwoman busily scolding a pair of weyrlings who had abandoned their task. He chuckled again and sent the image to his dragon.
I see...
Don't worry Sei, she'll remember me when she needs this pot.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 3:59 pm
Another turn coming closer to an end, and another chance for Janista to sneak away for a bit. Since she had not Impressed a dragon from the last clutch, her father was starting to teach her a few things about the Smithcraft. Which suited Janista just fine, since she was allowed to hit things and break rocks into nice shapes and such. Still, though she was a turn older, she knew that she was still candidate age, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before another clutch was on the sands...
...to reject her, most likely, but a dragon was a nice dream to hold onto. In the meantime, she had dressed herself in slightly nicer clothes - a simple blue dress, of all things - and ventured out amongst the crowd of people. Hopefully, with the dress on, her extremely short black hair and small frame wouldn't make others think that she was a boy, as normally happened. As long as that creepy bald guy wasn't around anywhere, Janista would remain in a good mood.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 5:08 pm
A other turn ending and begining of something..well different that was for sure. Kalhin fiddled with the collar of his shirt as he watched the crowds in a skittish sort of way. He was going to start this next turn right and that ment at least talking to a few people.
He scuffed a foot, made sure his flit was still in sight and started down into the crowd. "Don't do anything rash this time Sonia," he said more for his own benfit then the content flit who just made a small peeping sound and nibbled on his sleeve cuff.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 5:33 pm
Her first Turn celebration at the Weyr! The very thought sent tingles of exhilaration down her spine and through her limbs. Bethan straightened her bodice- old as it was, it still looked nice enough. Of course she didn’t have a skirt, but it was fine. This surely wouldn’t be too big of a celebration, would it? Still… it was very, very exciting.
Fingering the scant few quarter marks in her pockets, Bethan could feel herself drooling in anticipation of bubbly pie and other goodies. Maybe she could even sneak some wine into her belly… She was old enough, after all! And, she scoffed mentally, I’m responsible enough.
Finally Bethan was complete with her dressing. There we go. A nice bodice with simple stitchery of vines over a plain white shirt tucked into black breeches, which were in turn tucked into black boots. There we are then, she thought to herself. Show the world that not all females are the same. Show them assertion. Show them dominance.
Still, by the time Bethan had reached the site of the festivities, she felt slightly nervous. Already there seemed to be many people about… The nervous feeling increased until her eyes locked upon the dragons. They were so beautiful! There were only a few about yet, but she held no doubts that soon there would be far more decorating the Weyr ridges and adding their own cacophony of noises to everything else. Well, they would once everything was properly set up. Tents and stands were still going up, and Bethan suddenly doubted that she was supposed to be here just now. Maybe she should assist a bit? Not in the kitchens- she was absolutely useless in cooking anything beyond the bare practicalities. Setting things up then. Drudges could always use help. Turnoverwas not just for those living in the Weyr- it was for those who worked there too.
Extending a polite hand towards one of the workers, Bethan was quick to integrate herself among those hauling and building temporary structures. It felt like good, honest work, something that her hands could work at automatically while her mind drifted gently. This, she decided, was what being happy was about.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 5:58 pm
Luckily, the wayward bronzerider was not left to his own devices for long. Eventually the women of the caverns came together and seemed to organize themselves without a word, and he was politely pushed aside with a waved spoon directing him elsewhere.
"We's be appreciatin' the help Rider, but them muscles of yours would be better suited out there." The portly cook said cheerfully, dipping the large spoon back into the steaming kettle. "And a pleasant Turnover to'yah too!"
She added after he inclined his head and gave in to the pressure.
Smiling slightly, P'athen ducked past a trio of weyrbrats as they stampeded into the Caverns; no doubt after the bubbly pies left unattended by one of the apprentices.
Overall his mood was curiously open and cheerful as he strode out across the weyrbowl to the gathering of drudges and other volunteers who were helping erect tents and dance floors. Silently he slide into an open space where two men and a woman were pushing up part of a tent frame, glad that some of his rider-born strenght could be put to use in other ways.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 6:09 pm
R'ael tugged nervously at his shirt collar as he came to join the festivities, his nerves not entirely soothed by being unsure what he was supposed to be doing as a Senior Weyrling here. He'd dressed up a bit himself, though the colors he tended to choose were muted, sea tones. He'd left his hair down, and Rikk sat on his shoulder boldly, looking around for small, shiny, stealable things.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 6:17 pm
Kalhin paused at the glimps of someone familiar and looked back blinking as he saw R'ael. He paused stroaking Sonia as she chirped at Rikk, clawing up his shouder, flapping her wings to be noticed.
R'ael looked a bit nervouse..he really didn't understand why. R'ael always seemed so confident. Kahlin walked over to R'ael. "Umm, hey."
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 6:31 pm
Suddenly the weight of the door seemed so much lighter. Bethan felt her arms sigh in relief. Tilting her head backwards, she saw someone join them. He was older, and by his knots… Some sort of rider. Bethan wasn’t entirely familiar with all the ranking knots yet, though she did try her best to learn quickly.
“Thank you so much for your help.” Wiping sweat out of her eyes, Bethan gave a grateful smile. “I’m Candidate Bethan, helping out here instead of the kitchens, for once.” Another smile, though somewhat crooked.
The other drudges appeared to have finished their job here and were shuffling off to do other work. Bethan felt she should join them, but a short break could never hurt. She’d been doing her fair sure of hauling, after all. “Would you mind if I went to go get a drink of something cool?” There should have been fruit drinks out at that point. She had helped to put up the stand, after all!
Bethan wasn’t entirely sure why she was so talkative (in comparison to her usual self), but she strongly suspected it had something to do with the air of anticipation hanging over everyone. It was like being a child again, just waiting for something you knew would be fantastic fun.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 8:49 pm
R'ael jumped slightly at the touch, then grinned at Khalin, relaxing slightly. "Oh Hey. Sorry....I'm....sort of not sure what I'm supposed to be doing at the moment. it's a lot different from the first time I did this, you know?" He grinned, sheepishly, tugging at his own knots vaguely.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 6:17 am
"I've noticed you seemed unusually nervouse. I'm sure someone will tell you it your suppose to do something when they see you," Kahlin grinned in amusement. "Relax till then. Enjoy the party."
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:50 am
"Tell, or yell?" He grinned awkwardly at this, rubbing the back of his neck. "Anyway, what do you think of all this? Another turn under our belts....everythings so different from when I first got here and yet there's a lot thats still the same. G'dor is still -very- G'dor...for example....that kind of thing."
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 12:33 pm
G'dor paced himself into the gathering hall, running a hand over his face to hide a long yawn. He'd grown overly fond of sleeping these past few days, something he was working hard to break. It wasn't exactly something a rider should get stuck doing too often. The thread of threadfall was all to real and while he was still a wyerling, he was old enough to fly with those of his class against the thread. G'dor felt he, like his brother, had a lot to prove against the other wyerborn riders. Despite being a brownrider, it was hardly a secret that he had all the ambitions of that of a bronze rider.
Will, once a small white kitten, had grown to a large white cat. Still insistent on hanging around his master's shoulders. Thankfully he'd always been smaller than the others and he wasn’t too much of an inconvenience unless he got it in his head to jump and grace G'dor's skin with his claws. Partly why the man chose to wear his leathers to the gathering. Thankfully, the cat seemed perfectly content with sitting with his lids half-open, looking dully around at the activity around him.
"I'm not sure to take that as a complement or otherwise, brother." G'dor piped in as he came up behind R'ael, smiling pleasantly enough. "You could have at least knocked on my door or something." He ran a hand along his chin, it was growing faint whiskers. A bit odd..the hair on his face was dark, a large contrast to his snowy locks.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 12:45 pm
"Take it however you want." R'ael shrugged, glancing over his shoulder at his taller brother. "The rest of us will take it how we see you." This with a wink. "...You didn't even shave?" He snorted, raising an eyebrow. "Why should I wake you up, you're man enough to roust yourself." He snorted. "We're senior weyrlings, it's about time I didn't have to babysit you, little brother. We've come a long way from me shoving you off the dock, maybe we should both start acting like it." He pointed out, as Rikk flared his wings for Sonjias benefit, chirping and showing off. He was a little tense and it showed, trying to prove that he fit his years. "You've met Khalin?" He asked, nodding to the boy nearby, with his flitt Sonjia who was currently the object of Rikk's displays.
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