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Memories in the Making; Amber Hatching Feast
Topic Started: May 13 2018, 09:00 AM (128 Views)
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R'vis: Open

With the hatching done relatively early in the day, Basteth’s clutch was significantly politer about the timing then Nazteth’s had been, there was plenty of time to set up the hatching feast and celebration. Rukbat was only beginning to set when the festivities were open for business, with food laid out on trays and tables, and the sound of harpers tuning stringed instruments obvious from across the weyrbowl. It was nice out, if a tad chilly, but with the bonfires building just as many people would be enjoying their hatching night outside as in. Lanterns lit the way as well, warm light along that portion of the weyrbowl’s paths. To compensate for the lesser variety of food then normal there was plenty of alcohol, R’vis had caught a glimpse behind one of the counter’s serving wine and there’d been too many bottles and skins for him to easily count before the line moved forward.

R’vis was decked out in his most fashionable suit, though to his dismay it was technically from the previous turn and therefore ‘last season’s’ stylings. Weyrlinghood was busy though, and did not imbue one with heaps of marks, so he hadn’t had time, energy, or the funds to invest in as much clothing as he’d like to. How long had it been since such a celebration? Sure, there were gathers, but…no, the clutch Alasanth had come from had been the previous clutch before this one. Over a turn since eggs had been on the sand, he was told it was an unusual gap. Though of course, this clutch had its own series of dramas. A female brown and blue…. instincts born from R’vis' holder life rebelled against the idea of it being acceptable.

R’vis. A stern feminine voice interrupted R’vis thoughts. We’ll work through that particular regressive ingrained thought process of yours another time. Tonight, all the new weyrlings deserve congratulations, and you should give the boys tips on living in the barracks.

Mmmm. R’vis glanced over the current crowd, not yet seeing any new weyrlings in attendance. You’re right my dear. I want some wine, some warm food, and some proper dancing. And I’m always perfectly polite.

Alasanth’s draconic laugh at Riv’s last statement was audible from the weyr bowl’s darkness, where the grey was watching the celebration from a distance. He knew she’d come closer eventually, but she had been enjoying a short post-hatching nap. I want to meet the little ones too. If you find one, let me know. Also if you find Sh’ol, or Syrsha, or-

Or anyone you’re friendly with?

Yes, precisely. It’s a night for merriment and fun after all.

Having received the grey’s instructions, and with a glimmer of mirth residing in a slight smile on the weyrling’s face, he picked up a glass of wine and savored the aroma as was proper. Amber class was going to have a delightful feast.
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Junior Weyrwoman Zahrai of Gold Nazteth : Wingthird Dinion of Garnet Chinesith :
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Wingrider Irinei of Black Zandath : Wingleader Marios of Graphite Nynalth :
Weyrling R'vis of Grey Alasanth : Journeyman Beastcrafter Aeron : Journeyman Harper Tarik
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Porictir, no, P'tir now, could have stayed on his cot all night. He stroked the beautifully spotted wings and grinned to himself. HIS bronze... Jaerth slept, peacefully, curled up as small as he could get, as peacefully as you'd wish for. P'tir touched the soft muzzle, marveling at the blue streak that ran the length of him. He'd always expected a blue to come to him and, he supposed, one had, in part. Spook spoiled the moment by hissingly angrily at the bronze interloper. She'd lost the comfy spot on the dresser in their old room, she missed Roly and to add insult to injury, her pet was stroking that bronze like only she should be stroked. She insinuated herself under his hand, crooning reproachfully, and he scooped her up, hugging her to himself.

"You silly thing, you know you're still my little spooky girl." He crooned at her, scratching the blocky jaw as he did so, so her eyes half lidded and she all but purred in satisfaction. "Now, let's get dressed. I'm told I must attend the hatching feast, as Marlach wishes to see me." He winced slightly, he still felt awful that Marlach hadn't Impressed, not that the lad had let it get him down, he'd even sent Roly with a note of congratulations and an addition to promise to come to the feast. P'tir had send the promise by reply of Roly, who had sighed and taken it back to his pet.

P'tir chose a blue outfit, he didn't have anything in bronze but the blue did match his dragon. Who was, he sighed ruefully, flat out asleep. All he could do was keep a 'feel' for him and dash back should he be needed, though he didn't think Jaerth would wake with the amount he'd put away.

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He was proven wrong, just as they were leaving, the bronze woke and decided he'd come with P'tir, so there they were, wandering across the bowl to the lights and sounds of the feast, Jaerth pressed tightly enough to P'tir's legs that he almost thought he'd trip over him.

Who is that small boy and why is he running towards us? Mild concern coloured Jaerth's tone and P'tir was quick to soothe him. "That's Marlach, he's my friend and he's so excited to meet you!" Jaerth looked sceptical but did incline his head to the lad as he approached in greeting.

"I think he's a bit shy Marlach" Jaerth snorted. "But this is Jaerth." He stroked the hatchling gently. "Jaerth, this is Marlach, he's going to be a rider too one day."

Greetings, Marlach. Shy indeed.

Marlach, eyes wide with excitement of the day,and pleasure of meeting his friend's new friend, bowed deeply to the bronze. "Pleasure to meet you!" He turned then and looked back towards the festivities. "Come on, there's all sorts of food!"

P'tir, Jaerth and now Marlach headed towards the festivities, nodding thanks and acceptance of congratulations and commiserations, finally reaching the tabled areas. What to do now?
Candidates:
Marlach
Weyrlings:
Miyaro, Grey Feliceth, Blue Fitch and Green Fliss : P'tir, Bronze Jaerth and Obsidian Spook
Dragonriders:
M'thos, Blue Sidaminth and Blue Cullie : Tr'fen, Blue Tunith and Green Chitter : F'tir and Blue Kirtoth : Kirtesh and Blue Istioth : K'thar, Green Yravith, Brown Flip and Pyrite Glint : M'ran, Brown Wrath and Green Mimic : G'rev, Green Beeklath and Blue Sky
Wherhandlers:
Riza, Blue Risk and Brown Reese
Wher Candidates:
Maren and Green Whisp
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Sh'ol, Hellioth - Tag Riv, Alasanth

It was shaping up to be a fine day. An early hatching meant wing drills were canceled, as all hands scrambled to prepare a proper welcome for ten new dragons. Sh'ol spent his holiday in a chair out on his weyrledge, basking in the warmth of the sun. Between enjoying a glass of wine and napping at intervals, Sh'ol watched the festivities begin to coalesce in the weyrbowl below. It wasn't a particularly warm day—only the heat radiating from the cliff face behind him kept him truly comfortable—but it was a nice change from another bitter winter. He liked the idea of celebrating outside.

As the time of the feast drew nearer, Sh'ol went inside to prepare. After some thought, he chose a deep red tunic—not quite as dark as Basteth, but near enough to honor her. Not that that was Sh'ol's main motivation. He thought he looked quite striking in red.

Hellioth arrived while he was changing, returned from a long, leisurely flight. Plenty of blues and greens in this clutch. We might meet some future Coal riders tonight.

"We will spare them the wing talk, I think," Sh'ol said, pulling his tunic over his head and smoothing out the wrinkles. "Let them enjoy their night."

But I wanted to talk about business on my night off, Hellioth said in a feigned whine.

They went down to the gather together, though Hellioth took flight again almost as soon as Sh'ol hit the dust of the bowl. Off to find her friends, no doubt. Sh'ol was of the same mind. Scanning the swelling crowds, he moved toward the gather stalls. Syrsha would probably go for the food first, and Riv, he surmised, would want to kick off the evening with a glass of wine. That was his plan, anyway.

The glass of white he acquired was already halfway gone before Sh'ol spotted Riv's profile above the crowd. He veered toward him.

"Good evening, R'vis," he said as he approached. Stopping a few paces away, Sh'ol made a show of solemnly appraising the other man's apparel, raising one critical eyebrow as he looked him up and down. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hellioth laughed. "Nice suit. You look sharp." He broke into a grin. "Quite the hatching, wasn't it? Seems Vaioa is never out of surprises."

Ask him where Alasanth is, Hellioth put in. Kmith is being an absolute bore. I want some real company.

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Rosinthew - Tag P'tir, Jaerth, Marlach

Ros didn't often walk away from things feeling disappointed. Life wasn't always good. It didn't always work out the way he wanted it to. But as long as he lived the way he liked, a free man following his own rules, he could abide however things turned out and be content.

Yet he could not deny that when he walked off those hatching sands, feet burned to Rukbat, with no dragon at his side, he felt slightly dejected. Not that he longed to be a dragonrider. This whole thing was more experimental than anything, because it was new, and it was an experience that not just any bloke could have, and maybe it would turn out to be his life's calling or something like that. He'd never had one of those—a calling. That was fine, because he liked drifting.

But those little dragonets made him wonder what he might have been missing. What would that bond be like? He had wanted a wher, a long time ago. A bond with a dragon was supposedly even stronger.

Maybe...if one of them chose him...maybe he could be something.

Anyway, they were sharding cute, and Ros mostly wanted to get a good look at one. None had even come close. Fortunately, there was a hatching gather he could crash.

Wearing his best clothes—his cleanest shirt under his worn jacket, and the breeches with the newest knee patches—Ros swaggered toward the feast. He had half a mind to find some food, and another half a mind to find some booze, but he was distracted from thoughts of sustenance by a glimmer of bronze. His vision zeroed in on Porictir and his new dragon, over by the tables with Marlach.

"Hey!" Ros strolled over, offering a jaunty wave. "Congrats, man. Didn't think you had it in you. You got a fancy new name yet?" he said with a cheeky smile. "Ay Marlach, better luck next time."
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O'zen : Bronze Lenth
Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
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Lairah – Tag Everyone/Open:

It was strange being on this side of the festivities, Lairah reflected as she stared out at the gathered Weyrfolk. It was a smaller feast than usual; there were not as many guests, but the entirety of the Weyr was gathered and that was nothing to sneeze at. The atmosphere was especially charged tonight because of Wasteth and Elbereth, or at least she assumed that's why half the eyes in the room fixed on her the moment she entered with a wiggling blue dragonet at her side.

She lifted her chin and fixed her best smile onto her lips; she wouldn't be hassled this evening. Tonight was a triumphant occasion for her, and even the casual bucking of centuries of dragon gender roles and the chaos it had caused amongst the weyrfolk could do little to bring her down. Not with Elbereth trotting along happily beside her.

The little blue had refused to be left behind, had woken from a dead sleep in fact to chase Lairah to the feast. The former vinter had seen plenty of young dragons at the last few hatching feasts she'd attended, and so she figured it was alright, even if the strange little blue had the potential to cause a stir with her mere existence.

Look at all the people! Elbereth cried. Her little body practically vibrated with excitement, tail swishing like an over-stimulated cat and eyes flashing with every imaginable shade of green and blue. Hello everyone! Hello! I am Elbereth! It's nice to meet you!

Lairah rubbed a hand along her face, exhaling quietly. Well. That took care of introductions. She glided forward with her dragon skipping eagerly along and loaded a plate with what food she dared to take. There would be no wine for many months now – the only thing she regretted about Impression – but Elberteth rested her head against her chosen's leg and thrummed happily and the bluerider found she couldn't bring herself to care all that much.
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