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...Okay, so they were bigger, but at least she was getting respect. She would not hiss at them, because they were being good and respectful. Pleased by this, Arioth flipped her wings onto her back, rather than flaring them wide to appear bigger. Thank you Ailurath and Uktenath. I am Arioth.

Glancing down at an Arioth that seemed to have been neatly defused, Rinfala couldn't help but wonder just what Uktenath and the new green had said to her. Whatever it was, it had removed the orange from her eyes and added...was that a hint of blue? Shards, she'd have to ask Uktenath for his secret. "Thanks. It was wild out there, but I think she's settling."

Shards, was there something written on the back of his bald head? Did it say something warranting all this attention? 'Hey, come bother me please! I really want to be hugged and apologized to right now!' Worse still was that either nothing was happening or everything was happening. M'rik's contact, though not all that welcomed by the more gruff young man, was understandable given their standing with one another. Doomed to be roommate's forever.

Before he could respond with the default 'thank you', someone else was there. Yelling at him. Why was everyone yelling at him?! She wasn't telling him to do this or that, just apologizing. It took B'lin one too many seconds in his exhausted state to realize what she was pleading for forgiveness about. By then, it was too late.

Xanthoth had been mid-sentence too, observing the most clumsy of brothers out of the corner of his eye. Yours is-- Whap! The bowl landed on his head, blinding the dragonet in a most embarrassing of ways. With a startled cry, more than loud enough to echo across the entire room, Xanthoth reared back, trying to shake the offending bowl off. He did, but in the process, some food fell to the floor.

It took only a few seconds and there was nothing anyone could have done. Grace was something he prided himself in, but it looked as though he had anything but when he slipped. Not once, but twice, the first time bumping head first into Nimwae. Following that, he toppled back and plowed right into his brother.

B'lin nearly fell into M'rik when Nimwae fell into him. There wasn't much time to make the decision, and he knew, no matter what, he was going to fall on one of them.

He decided Nimwae would be the best option, but after all was said and done and he was bolting back at a speed that would make a green blush, he had to question if he'd made the right choice. This... was not going to look good. He should have picked M'rik, he realized, because no one could assume anything about it considering he'd just Impressed a bronze.

Shards. This was not his week.

At the nearly infamous screech of the new queen dragonet, Weiwin scribbled something on a piece of hide placed neatly next to her plate, which, of course, had no food on it. She glanced around the room, making note of something which she quickly scribbled down. She seemed content where she was in the packed hall sitting tall in the subdued cloth wrapped around her body, unabashedly watching Weyrlings and Candidates alike.

Well met, Arioth. You have done very well, Uktenath informed her. Yours is a very good one. In his own opinion, in fact, one of the best that she could have chosen. The Queen might have been a bit odd at a first glance, but the truth was that there must be something good about her, to have seen the potential in Rinfala - it was a comforting thought, at least, and one that helped Uktenath to see Arioth more in the light that a gold was supposed to be seen in.

"Good to see you, Jessmet!" O'asis greeted the greenrider as she approached. It occurred to him that he wasn't sure if Jessmet and Rinfala had met before - shards, but they must have, right? Just to be safe, though, he offered out, "Jess, you've met Rinfala before, haven't you?," properly covering the social courtesies.

Terisa had slipped back to the candidate's barracks to change out of her robes before the feast. She didn't much feel like any more of the sympathetic half smiles that those still left as candidates received at these sorts of things. No, it would be much more pleasant to simply blend in with the crowd and take advantage of the large amounts of food before calling it a night. Perhaps with her roommates at the feast she'd be able to do some weaving in peace after dinner.... She couldn't recall if she'd seen her roommates impressing, she hadn't really been paying attention after all, since she mostly kept her head down around them. The close quarters made everyone on edge, and she would be relieved if at least one of her roommates had impressed, so that no one had to sleep on a bedroll on the floor anymore....

Pushing those thoughts away and trying to make herself a little more cheerful, Terisa adjusted her tunic slightly and then stepped around the corner to enter the dining area. No one really paid much attention to her, since now she simply resembled another weyrbrat, and so she easily made her way to the food and was able to pile her plate high. Settling down at an out of the way table, she dug into her plate, quite hungry from the emotionally draining night.

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Jessmet thought a moment. She and Rinfala had never been officially introduced, but she did recognize the girl.

Uktenath says she is good, Ailurath piped up. The greenrider smiled at this vote of confidence.

"I believe so," she said aloud. "I'm sure we'll get to know each other better now, in any case. Who else Impressed? I missed some of them." Jessmet's voice trailed off momentarily. She had missed some of the hatchlings finding their mates because she had been comforting Ailurath. Avoiding that particular subject was rather like not mentioning the dragon in the room.

Yes, Arioth affirmed firmly, her eyes becoming bluer and bluer at the mention of Hers. Mine is very good and very strong. Many of the others were not strong, so I had to look for a long time. With a draconic frown, she added, A very long time. And Varth yelled at me. Nevermind that she'd been yelling right back. She would ignore that part.

"I think so, yeah," Rinfala nodded, glancing over at Jessmet. The name faintly rang a bell, and she remembered her green somewhat. A kind, gentle green preceding the one that had sliced open her legs. At the thought, Arioth shuffled uneasily. "Easy, Ari. I'm not hurt now. It happened a long time ago."

Mine? I would like to see the others, may we go? S'van, whose eyes were suspiciously red, was pouring over a last little bit of something for the Feast. Miiiine, Uktenath's will be at the Feast! You have said you will have words with him. You cannot have words if you do not go. Finally drawn out of his fussing in the kitchen by that, the Weyrling handed off his task to a kitchen girl. "Stir this, and mind that you don't burn it!" Leaving his latest concoction (that had been carefully watched over by Mirelle of course) in her care, he gave her a stern look... or tried... and left to meet his dragon in the Weyrbowl.

"Galliath... you know, you're getting a little big to be going to celebrations," he said wearily, not at all feeling the excitement he had after the previous Hatching. I will watch, Galliath countered, landing to observe the rigmarole. If S'van trudged a little as he walked toward his dragon, it was for reasons that were obvious, and shared. He put his hand up, and Gall pressed his cheek against it carefully. The Brown was growing rather well, lately, and he would soon be adult, in S'van's estimation. You should go be with your friends, S'van. For the moment, S'van did not agree.