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legendary jesse james Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 6:17 pm
It's a party!
And I'm too drained to describe it.
It's in the living cavern, there's lots of booze (weyrlings not allowed), food, and people crowded in. There's harpers set up in a corner playing music and there's a cleared out section for dancing.
Have fun, make merry.
Randieh!edit: The Feast is occurring the following night since it was late when the eggs Hatched. The newly-Impressed Weyrlings moved their things into the barracks and their dragons are in their rooms now. The hatchlings are not allowed to attend the Feast and most are probably resting from a previously long day (because wouldn't you be bouncing all over the place, talking to your dragon until they fell asleep or you had somewhere else to be, if it was you?)
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 7:53 pm
Ixiara ran a caressing hand over the eye ridges of her beautiful Ghinath. The baby green was lying curled up, almost entirely asleep. All of the lids on her eyes, except the last, were closed and her breathing had slowed to a steady in-and-out rhythm. Ixiara was lying next to her, leaning against Ghinath's side. With one forfinger she traced the contours of Ghinath's face before running a hand over the top of her head and down her spine, applying gentle pressure. She had learned very quickly that Ghinath was as eager to hear flattery as Ixiara was to give it, and the girl kept a soft refrain of adoration in the back of her mind as she soothed her weymate into sleep. She couldn't help it; her green was a paragon of draconic beauty in Ixiara's eyes. It was almost a gut reaction for Ixiara to admire her now. Ghinath's final eyelid closed and the glow of her eyes was shut off. As the little green slept Ixiara was reminded that she was, after all, still no more than a baby. Ghinath looked positively adorable in her sleep.
Her stomach churned and growled audibly, and Ixiara was reminded of why she wanted to persuade her dragon to sleep: she was hungry. It wasn't nearly as bad as the pangs she had felt when Ghinath had hatched, but it was very unpleasant. Ixiara had been fawning over her dragon so much that she hadn't paid much attention to her own needs. Plus, Ghinath seemed strangely reluctant to allow Ixiara out of her sight - and hatchling dragons weren't supposed to attend the feast.
Ixiara carefully sat up and stretched, raising her arms over her head and groaning a little. Taking care not to wake the sleeping dragon she stood up and slowly began walking out of the weyrling cots toward the living cavern - where the feast, and the promise of food, was located. Maybe she would see B'ron there. She hadn't talked with her only friend since the time she caught sight of him during the hatching. It seemed like turns ago! Had she ever really known a life without Ghinath? The noise of the cavern put her off slightly when she first arrived, but the smell drew her forward like a magnet.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 8:09 pm
B'ron
B'ron, ever social, had arrived as the women in the lower caverns were setting up for the feast. As soon as the Hatching had ended he had hurried down, investigating the plans for the meal. Certainly it would be lavish. Pern had prospered this Pass, and B'ron felt sure that the tithe Telgar Weyr recieved was a hefty one. What better way to celebrate a successful Hatching than with food, wine, and merrymaking? There had been injuries, B'ron admitted to himself, but no deaths as far as he'd heard. No dragons had disappeared between, either. Yes, for all purposes and intent, it had been a successful affair.
The brownrider had taken a place at a long table, meat on his plate and his glass generously filled with wine. He hoped fervently that Ixiara would arrive. She had Impressed, he knew. He felt proud of her in a proprietary manner, though he had no right to. She wasn't his belonging or even attached to him in any way more than that of an acqaintance, but he still thought about her and wishes she would attend the feast. He kept a close eye on the door to the living cavern, waiting for the brown curls to come through the entrance.
There she was! Happily, B'ron half stood. He paused, looking morosely at his wine. The glass was still half full. With a determined movement of his arm he drained the last of it, returning his glass to the table forcefully. He headed purposefully Ixiara's way, his stiff boots pounding against the floor as his stride took him to her.
"My Lady Ixiara! A greenrider!" he cried by way of greeting, a cheerful smile on his face. Without thinking, he held his arms out and wrapped Ixiara in a warm hug, holding her close for a few moments before releasing her as if surprised by his own actions. "Er, I hope you didn't mind, my lady. May I escort you to the tables?" he asked, proferring his arm.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 8:17 pm
Ixiara turned as she heard B'ron's voice carry across the hall. "B'ron!" She said as he strode over to her her face split into a wide grin and she met him halfway. She was caught slightly off-guard by the enthusiastic manner of his greeting, but she was pleased nonetheless. She smiled at him again to show that she didn't mind. His obvious pride in her accomplishment again brought to the surface the joy that had come with impressing, she couldn't help but be cheerful tonight. She even felt, surprisingly, playful. "Certainly, My Lord B'ron," she answered him, mischeaviously straightening her shoulders and raising her chin before taking his arm. Some dry part of her brain remarked that some of either B'ron of Ghinath had rubbed off on her: most likely both. "Oh, B'ron," she burst out, unable to contain herself, "I can't believe it! Ghinath chose me! And she's wonderful, B'ron! I never imagined anyone like her!" The joyful glow of her impression still clung to the back of her mind, and she was constantly, acutely aware of Ghinath's presence - even while the green slept.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 8:51 pm
R'shal gently scratched Isoeth's eye ridges. His blue hummed gratefully, but sleepily. "Sleep now, little guy," R'shal told him. "I promise you nothing will happen to me if you are not awake." Isoeth rubbed his head against R'shal's leg lovingly. I trust you, R'shal, he whispered into his mind. You remember that no matter where you go or what you do, I will love you. R'shal smiled. "I know, Isoeth. I know." Isoeth's eye lids slowly drooped shut, and the immense waves of love slowed slightly, though it would never leave. At least he could think a bit easier, R'shal thought to himself. He got up and, giving Isoeth a final light pat on the head, headed out to the party.
Cracking his knuckles along the way, not of neccesity, but instead out of habit, he grinned as the sounds of music and conversation floated out to him. Tonight would be fun, surely. And, perhaps, he'd make a new friend or two. Or, more likely, he'd see the ones he had made earlier. Either way, he was sure it would be a joyful night.
He walked in and soaked in the sights and sounds around him. He had never seen anything like it. Perhaps he would have if he had been to the gathering, but oh well. This would surely suffice. He laughed a little at that thought.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 8:56 pm
B'ron
B'ron laughed happily, glad she wasn't offended at his hug. He was pleased at her reaction and her sudden playfulness.
"Of course such a wonderful dragon would choose you, dear," he said, grinning. "I was expecting all of them to fight over you." Turning serious, he continued. "It is amazing, isn't it?"
He lead her to the tables, his fierce glance at a stranger causing him to scoot over and make room for Ixiara.
"I hope you don't mind this seat. It's messy here. We who have been Impressed for years have been eating and chatting for a while now."
He hastily cleared a spot for her and sat down, gesturing for her to do the same. He refilled his glass of wine and grasped one of the clean, upside down glasses to fill for her. "Juice or klah, dear?" he asked. "And do tell me all about your dragon. What is her name?"
Well B'ron knew of the desire of a weyrling to gush about their new lifemate.
B'ron did not mention that he was especially excited to be at this feast. He had missed the Gather, which, as a social creature, had denied him his yearned for party. He had been drinking wine since the beginning of the feast, and while it had not hit him yet he had a feeling that it would soon. Shards! He wished with all of his being that he would not, would NOT make a fool of himself tonight. Not only was his sister a gold weyrling -- an affiliation not widely known yet -- but Ixiara was here with him and would hopefully be so all night.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:02 pm
 Aleerna was loath to leave Sidheth, her beautiful, amazing, and wonderful Sidheth. She sighed as she looked down at her dragon. Sleepy eyes stared back at her and Aleerna once again found herself staring back. She kept getting lost in the beauty and the depth of them as they gently wirled. They were almost completely lidded, and as Aleerna watched the final lid slid slowly closed and the peaceful feeling of deep sleep filled Aleerna's mind. She sighed again, tempted to just curl up next to Sidheth. Instead she gently stroked her dragon before turning away. She was already dressed for the Hatching feast, having decided to wear her best clothes. Amazingly one part of her outfit was green, her top was a pale green with silver lining, almost the exact colour of Sidheth's hide. Maybe it she had always meant to have Sidheth, even before she had been Searched. Once again she looked back, taking in the beautiful form of her sleeping dragon. She knew that she would have to describe everything to her later, Sidheth always had to know everything that Aleerna thought, felt or saw. Aleerna found it amazing that someone could care so much. She shook her head slightly and stepped out of the Weyrling Cot carefully, not wanting to wake her sleeping dragon. Soon she could hear the sounds of the feast, and by what she could hear, it was already underway. She hurried along the corridor, her grumbling stomche urging her. She pondered breifly as she walked, trying to remember when she had eaten last. She couldn't remember and shrugged, content to fill her stomache that night. Once in the room she grabbed a plate of food and looked around. Most of the people she didnt know, although she recognised a few of her fellow Weyrlings. She found a spot near the edge which gave her a good view of the room. She was mostly looking for Minno and Falin, no F'lin. She hadnt had a chance to speak with them since the hatching and she couldn't wait to talk to them and congratulate them on Impressing as well. Southernboll Hold Telgar Weyr Weavercrafthall
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:07 pm
Ixiara shot the man B'ron had ousted a slightly apologetic look as she sat down before replying to B'ron's quiry. "Fruit juice, please," she said, hoping that she remembered the one that had tasted better to her. She took the glass with a polite 'thank you' and sipped it sparingly, holding the stem in between her fingers and twirling it - finding pleasure in watching the liquid flow around. "Her name is Ghinath," Ixiara began, and her face lit up as the name slipped from her. "She's... well... amazing!" Ixiara's face slid into a somewhat distant, dreamy expression. "She's very clever, B'ron. It's already amusing to speak with her." She laughed softly then, raising a hand to her forhead and rubbing it briefly. "You should have seen her the first time she walked past a mirror! I can already tell that the lake is going to be her favorite place!" She continued on, filling B'ron in on everything that had happened so far. He was surprisingly easy to talk to, and Ghinath was a topic she could go on for days.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:14 pm
Onie
Resplendent in red, Onie made her entrance as quietly and as unobtrusively as she could. At Yokaith (and her brother's) urging she had dressed up for the occasion. In a deep red flowing gown that had been her mother's, and was a tad bit out of date, and with her wavy black hair rippling down her shoulders, Onie was the picture of stark contrasts. Her hair was a dark as between and her skin as pale as white sand. Her red dress only made the insistent colors of her natural body -- black and white -- stand out. Around her waist was a linked belt of gold, also an heirloom from her mother. The sleeves of her dress covered her hands and the neckline was a deep U that did, in fact, show a pale hint cleavage.
She made her way to the tables, her stomach growling. As Yokaith had fallen asleep only an hour before there had been no opputunity to eat. During Yokaith's earlier naps the weyrling had napped as well, and her fatigue was evident in the purplish circles under her wide green eyes. However, she was far too excited to eat. Her insides were a jumbled mess of joy and apprehension as she faced the steadily growing crowd. Instead of a thick slice of wherry meat and steamed tubers (those bloody things!) Onie merely grabbed a glass of fruit juice and started to sip.
As she examined the crowd she began to think about the added responsiblities of a gold rider. Besides the normal duties of a dragonrider, gold riders had to be somewhat diplomatic and able to handle people well. Before Onie had arrived in the living caverns it had been her solemn intention to learn the names and dragons' names of every newly Impressed weyrling in the Weyr. The task seemed daunting as she watched the mingling crowd and the diners, but it certainly couldn't be that difficult. All she had to do was look at their faces and see if she recognized them from the sands. Sadly, however, the faces of the other candidates had been the last thing Onie was looking at during the Hatching. Dejectedly she stared into her glass of juice, wondering how to fulfill the task she had set before herself.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:22 pm
"I'm sorry, B'ron," Ixiara said at last, draining the last of the juice from her cup. "I'm rambling." She blushed a little, aware of how she had gone on. "I'm forgetting my manners: how is Hath? Would you pass my greeting on to him, please?"
Her gaze had wandered around the hall as she listened for B'ron's answer. She recognized most of the faces of the candidates who had impressed. A lot of them didn't seem to know what to do with themselves. She probably would have been the same if she hadn't known B'ron. Shards, she might have simply come in, grabbed a plate and gone back to eat next to Ghinath. Not that that was a bad thing... but it was nice here, she had to admit. Ixiara caught sight of the girl who had smiled at her on the hatching grounds. She looked quite lovely, really, but she seemed to be too depressed to appreciate the effects of the dress for herself. Ixiara smiled slightly, hoping to catch the girl's eye and encourage her - she had grown to truely appreciate kindness from strangers in the course of her stay here, and had no qualms about dishing it out herself.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:51 pm
B'ron
"Ramble away," B'ron said. "I remember when I Impressed Hath. He was all I wanted to talk about for days and days and .. still. I get such enjoyment from talking about my Hath." The man seemed rather tender at the mention of his dragon. "Speaking of that brown lump, he's asleep. I'll tell him you said hello upon his awaking, though I doubt it'll be soon. That one likes to sleep."
He obligingly filled Ixiara's glass. He was very aware that the weyrling beside him was from a hold. She had probably not had much interaction with dragonriders or their .. loose lifestyle before, and he didn't want her to think he was trying to take advantage of her. As he looked up from the wine he was pouring for himself he noticed his sister staring into her glass and snorted. He followed Ixiara's line of sight and realized that she, too, was looking at her.
"That would be my sister," he whispered conspiratorially. "I haven't gotten to speak with her much but I'm sure she'll make her way over soon. Ah, there! She's looking at us!" He waved at Onie, who smiled politely and waved back. Onie also noticed Ixiara, and grinned broadly back.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:58 pm
"I remember you telling me about her!" Ixiara said, raising a hand respectfully toward the girl - she was a queen rider now, after all - before gratefully reclaiming her glass. Lovely. "She looks tired. Hasn't she slept at all?" Ixiara frowned a little in a disapproving way before sighing. "Although, I suppose being tire is better than being injured." With a slight twist of her gut, Ixiara remembered the maulings. Added to the sympathy there was a new note; guilt. She had completely forgotten about the girl she had been going to help once Ghinath had chosen her. "You don't happen to know what happened to the injured candidates, do you B'ron?" She asked, turning away from Onie to face him. "I've just been so caught up with Ghinath that I haven't... well, I haven't even really asked about them yet." A slightly sheepish look crept across her face before turning to a more serious one: she remembered the close calls she had had. Ixiara was very thankful that the blue's temperment had been one that led him to ignore her rather than bowl her over in his quest for his partner. The thought of that bronze, too, was enough to send a shiver down her spine: though now it was more a shiver of loathing. She still couldn't forgive his attacking his sister.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:16 pm
Drusilla leaned against the hearth, back to the 'party' as she stared into the flames. Her father had died during the hatching, she'd failed to impress, and smithcrafthall was refusing to take her back. No, she was their new journeywoman. Please, she was a glorified vender who was to remain in this Thread forsaken place until she rotted, taking and sending orders back and forth. Granted she was being sent an allowance to keep her own and find a place to live. But now that she'd seen a hatching and come that close...And all she got in return was a bandaged leg, a limp, a sense of loss and a job that wouldn't let her go home. Only two would ever go away.
She stared into her cup, willing it to hold the answers she needed. The wine within was the same as her dress, bloody black, smooth as velvet, and really not what she needed.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 11:02 pm
Somewhere during the past turn and a half, N'kal had found weyrling feasts to grow more and more tedious. Perhaps it was a selfish thing to say, hardly being out of weyrlinghood himself, but anything done away from his dragon seemed only to bore him. A pale hand ran itself up and down Aleith's smooth skin, the dragon wrapped sleepily around him. I don't see why you have to go, Mine, when I'm here. The blue proclaimed into his rider's head, as the man's hand reached to scratch at his eye ridges, "Stop being so full of yourself," he complained back, fingers never once stopping in their treatment, "It's important for the newly Impressed to get a chance to talk with riders, let them get a sense of what they have ahead of them."
Miiiiine. Aleith whined, rubbing his nose along his rider's head, I love you. Don't leave me. The man could merely roll his eyes, placing a soft kiss on the dragon’s smooth hide, “Responsibilities are responsibilities, my love. I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” he responded, a smile flickering across his lips, “please try to behave yourself,” N’kal added as an afterthought, though he knew perfectly well that he had no reason to worry.
The first thing he noticed when he stepped into living cavern was the excitement that he could practically see buzzing around the room. A smile unconsciously made its way onto his face, the exhilaration of the entire thing not bypassing him as he made his way to the long table adorned with food and decoration alike.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 11:30 pm
 It was surprisingly easy to settle in. Lusuth seemed quite comfortable to be where he was, and wasn't clingy at all when Fal'n made ready to go to the feast, so unlike some of the other dragons. Not that the brown would have minded in his rider stayed, either, but he understood Fal'n had his own duties.
So the tall weyrling left his new dragon, though was comforted by the now familiar presence lingering in the back of his mind. The hall was full of people, but it was easy to identify who the new weyrlings were. Fal'n stayed by the entrance for a while, scoping out the people there. A flash of red caught his attention, Shifting himself, he saw it was Onie, the new gold weyrling. She seemed awful lonely to him. Without a second thought, he meandered over to her, smiling sheepishly. "I thought you looked kind of alone, Onie. I know you don't know me at all, but I'm Lusuth's new rider."
While waiting for her to respond, he glanced around, spotting a familiar face. His sheepish smile for Onie soon turned into a wide grin for Aleerna, who Fal'n waved over to join him with Onie. He was sure the green weyrling would be the other female at ease, since Aleerna seemed so happy all of the time.
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