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C'ryn and Bronze Aresoth

As he had continued to circle, enjoying flying through the air for the moment, a sweet voice entering his mind made Aresoth turn his attention to the ground once more as he neared. Sweet Cynosuth was near the dining hall with their other clutch siblings and she had called out to him. His whirling eyes moved to look at the ledge where Zenobiath was, but he knew she would understand if he took a small detour.

Landing as gracefully as he could, he moved to the smaller green and gently nuzzled his head against hers. I am glad to see you are here, Cynosuth. His eyes moved to look at all of his other siblings that were in the area as well. He felt his hearts torn, wanting to stay on the ground to watch them better but, his golden sister had summoned him to her side and he would not cause her to wait any longer. If you wish to join Zenobiath and I, please do not hesitate. I am sure she would love for you to join us. He knew that was true of all of their clutch siblings, though he had a feeling that Menankith might not like the fact that he and Zenobiath were sitting on a ledge above them all.

Taking wing once more, and hating pushing himself up from the ground, Aresoth alighted to the ledge Zenobiath was on. He pressed his head against hers lovingly. I am sorry I took a detour, sweet sister, but Cynosuth called out to me while I was still circling the air. I could not ignore her. His eyes moved to look down at where his siblings were connected, easily seeing why Zenobiath had picked the ledge she did. She could see all of their siblings and the dragons that joined them, she could keep an eye on them all to be able to protect them better.

With a cup of warm klah in his hand, C'ryn felt a little under dressed as he saw others arriving. He supposed he could have dressed in his best gather clothes but this was not as formal as a feast was. He supposed he would be happy with how he was dressed, it wasn't dirty at least and he was vaguely aware of how his tunic showed off the muscles his body had gained from becoming a weyrling.

Attention was pulled from his inner analysis as he noticed someone coming near, his eyes found Alumet and he smiled softly at her. He didn't know if it was his own fondness for the girl or Aresoth's fondness for his golden sister bleeding over, but he always felt his heart warm when he saw her. "You look lovely tonight Alumet."

“Making children do all your work?” L’mul tsked, shaking his head teasingly. “Why, I can’t believe you’d do such a thing, Love! They’re sure to sleep all night, then.” He looked around again. “I hope the boys are enjoying themselves,” he said, then.

He couldn’t remember the last time they’d been able to dance without a toddler interfering. This was nice. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight? All in my favorite—“

If you say color, you’ll be walking from now on.

“Shade of blue,” he hastily finished.

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With the gold’s announcement of food and music, Tassiel had been unable to resist the urge of inviting his girlfriend. He’d made his way to the healer quarters. He was much more confident now about his feelings—they’d been together a while. He didn’t have to stumble over his words anymore.

“Bekah, come on,” He beckoned her. “There’s dancing and food in the dining hall.” He hadn’t yet been able to take her dancing. He hoped she wouldn’t make some excuse that she needed to study. “It’ll be fun. Please?”

Tia beamed and padded over to the dragon's side, settling down on the floor beneath her wing. She was afraid she would be told just to go back to bed.

"It's so quiet here.." she said, leaning against he warmth of the dragon's side. "Not that that's bad." she added quickly, not wanting them to think she wasn't happy or grateful to be here or send her back. She wrapped the bed fur tighter around her shoulders, trying to pull it under her feet with her toes. "It's just hard to sleep," she sighed.

"Woah!" She nearly jumped when the dark blue swooped onto the ledge, so dark you could barely see him against the night sky. But his body was blocking the wind.. Was that on purpose? She settled back against the gold's side, leaning her head against her warm hide. "Your.. friend?" she asked her.

Oh. Aresoth, was, of course, on his way to join Zenobiath. The little Green was not surprised, but there was a touch of disappointment coloring the otherwise happy colors whirling within her bright eyes. No, dear brother, you go along ahead. For it was unlikely that Zenobiath would truly wish to share Aresoth with anyone, and Cynosuth did not wish to become... inconvenient. And so she settled beside Aurinkoth, giving him a little, affectionate nuzzle. He was such a devoted brother, and it did her hearts good to see him once more. Not that she ever didn't see him in a day!

Aurinkoth, I missed you, the little Green informed her dear brother, trying not to have a sad over the happenings of before. She had only wanted to invite Aresoth into their company, but of course he should spend time with their dearest sister. How handsome you look, Aurinkoth, Menankith, and Macuith. Where is our dear brother, where is Elzebuth? she inquired, a tiny lady holding an even tinier court, if only in her wistful dreams. She wanted to play with her brothers and sisters, and sometimes pretended that she could help them to be at their best. Dearest Monath, how beautiful you are! You will shine the brightest of all of us, I am sure.

Well hello, Cinonth! Cynosuth said, a bright spark of affection coloring her words. He was ever so kind to her! What a sweet older Blue he was. And His made Hers so very happy! Will you join us? she asked, folding her wings lightly upon her back.

Dr'stan, startled by H'sad's abrupt presence, tamped down on emotions that swiftly arose. He did not dare to let them blossom, and perhaps upset his little beauty. "H'sad," he said, turning about so that he might see his weyrmate. "No, I could not. I had been waiting." And... perhaps he had had his usual hangups. He was not the best in a crowd, truth be told. Quite unused to going anywhere without his beloved, besides.

"The fine sir would indeed dance, but only with you. Cynosuth is happy enough here." Surrounded by her brothers and sisters, how could she be anything but?

"Oh, Menankith doesn't mind. Good luck getting him to admit it, but he likes the attention." It made the brown feel not only valued, but included, which was a tricky thing to achieve when by his nature he so often set himself apart. Macuith didn't judge him for his views or his outbursts, just appreciated him for who he was, and even if he also appreciated Aresoth...well, that was fine.

If this was how C'lusi looked when all he'd done was throw something together, Nadry was a bit afraid to know what he would look like if he were actually trying. Deeply curious, yes, but it was difficult enough as it was to find a polite middle ground between staring and just not looking at him. Which would have been a beautiful solution, if she could have stood to be that impolite. And of course he had to keep on with his well-spoken compliments, deepening the color in her cheeks while she hoped that the floor might be merciful enough to swallow her up and get her out of this. Not that she didn't like the flattery, oh, she did, but she was at a loss as to what to do with it. No one else had ever been so open or effusive with such compliments, and she was torn between hope that he really did mean them, and certainty that he was just being a nice. An especially charming sort of nice. When she managed to get the words together, she echoed Ichta's sheepishness with a duck of her head and a small smile. "I...wouldn't know what to do with a gaggle of men, so it's probably for the best."

Especially if any of them were anything at all like C'lusi. One was enough. When the older bronzerider made his appearance, she was half concerned and half relieved, although the concern lessened somewhat when she realized which bronzerider had approached them. She'd never met him, of course, but it was hard to be oblivious to who the Weyr's wingleaders were, and this one was Illa's, which placed him easily and fairly securely into a 'can probably trust' category. Not only did he have a female brownrider as his Wingsecond, he had the female brownrider, as far as Nadry was concerned. He didn't get the same curtsy that C'lusi had, but he did get a respectful nod and a polite smile as she collected her thoughts. Again. Neither bluerider gave a firm answer as to whether they wanted to join him; C'lusi left it to her and Ichta, and Ichta leaned in a little closer to her. There was an urge to reach for her hand, but she stifled it and nodded. Whether she wanted to dine with the bronzerider or not (and to be honest, she didn't have a straight answer for herself), courtesy would win out and the invitation would be accepted, especially once a thought from Menankith revealed that he was scoping them out as potential recruits. "If Ichta and C'lusi don't mind, I certainly don't. Might Illa be joining us?"

It was a hopeful question she couldn't help but ask. Given half a chance, she'd be spending her Weyrlinghood following the woman about like a puppy. Who needed V'mel's lessons when there was someone so much better to look to and learn from?

Menankith, upon realizing through His that the bronze speaking to him was of Illa and Fenrith's wing, became much more receptive to his company. His tone became warmer and less guarded, and the yellow worked its way out of his eyes. He didn't even take offense when Macuith took Ironith up on his offer and settled himself against the bronze. I promised Mine a very long time ago that she would soar, he shared. It did seem ages ago now, when he had felt his Nadry touch his shell, but he would never forget it. I look forward to finally fulfilling that promise.

Zenobiath up on her perch, soon joined by Aresoth after the bronze deigned to greet Cynosuth before moving on to the most important of them all, was more or less ignored as he kept his attention fixed where it belonged, with his chromatic clutchmates and friends. Several of whom were missing, but encouraged by R'gan, the brown sent a thought paired with the image of them all to his darkest blue brother, Will you not join us, Basanuth? And, in case it might help to motivate him, There is a Wingleader here looking to take stock of the Weyrlings.

Menankith hummed affectionately and, with Macuith having gone to Ironith's side, shifted closer to Aurinkoth and, by extension, Cynosuth. Perhaps Elzebuth is taking his time before he joins us, he speculated. Surely this was something his fellow brown would wish to attend? Though maybe His would rather not... Hm. In the meantime, he would enjoy being the lone brown of the bunch, and where he belonged as opposed to resting apart and on high.

Wingleader G'er and Bronze Ironith
Ironith thrummed thoughtfully as Begath posed his questions, eyes whirling slowly before he made a sort of deep click sounded and lowered his head so the blue and he were nose to nose. Mine would very much like to speak to Yours if they want... and as for tears from the stars, there is wisdom in yours words. You may just be right, Begath, I am impressed. If you learn the truth of the matter, please tell me! The bronze seemed completely earnest as he complimented the other's wisdom, preferring the romantic nature of weeping stars to a leaking sky.

When Monath snorted and spoke of her plans for another wing, Ironith merely rumbled apprecitively, Then that is a good sign, I like to see ambition and drive in the young ones. If you find yourself unsure, though, Tsunami Wing rewards those with such traits. The bronze's response was warm, respectful as he shifted his gaze from Begath to Monath.

The absolute pleasure that visibly blossomed in Macuith as he was invited to sit with Ironith was not lost on the bronze and he trilled happily when the blue lounged beside him, shifting a bit so that the weyrling was nicely framed by the bronze's limbs. I would be fool to pass on your company, wouldn't I? There was a soft mental laugh as the bronze gently booped the top of Macuith's head then lifted his head to glance around.

Then Aurinkoth spoke up and Ironith chuckled in response, [colror=#D4C95F]Soft, observant, and good are all honourable traits. Yours intrigues Mine, he has noticed yours blossoms with support and is interested to see how much she can achieve given the means and opportunity. There was a definite sense of approval from the bronze as he skimmed G'er's thoughts. If nothing else, the wingleader had a reputation for looking past gender or colour for the skills and attributes he desired most in his wing.

The bronze gave another nod, And Menankith has also caught his attention, for her loyalty and dedication.

Ironith noted when the yellow faded from Menankith's eyes and rumbled pleasantly. That is good, I am sure you will soar far and wide. Yours has done much to ensure you are in good health. The bronze's amusement deepened as the brown invited others with the lure of recruitment. Good, that was what he hoped would happen.

He shook a wing a bit, addressing Begath, Monath, Aurinkoth, Menankith, and the others present, You are welcome beneath my wing as well, there is plenty of room still. It was to miss the mild edge of hope in those words – he liked nothing more than collecting small dragons to his side, though he favoured greens he did adore blues and browns, too... of course, if Zenobiath chose to grace him with her presence, the bronze would never rebuff a Queen.

When brown Fenrith made his presence known, Ironith bugled a greeting to his Wingsecond, pleased to see the other had decided to join... and if he was here, so was Illa. Good!

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G'er nodded formally in turn when C'lusi greeted him, smiling as he took the other in. C'lusi, the smooth-talking, handsome bluerider he'd heard spoke poetic flattery to anyone willing to listen. Such a suave individual was bound to go places – few were completely immune to such pretty words. “Very thoughtful, my friend, and fine ladies they are...”

The wingleader's attention then shifted to Ichta and Nadry, “Such potential as yours is uncommon. I am glad you walk with pride for Yours.” G'er chuckled as Ichta's preference for women, nodding, “All the more men for the rest of us then! You'll understand well enough one day, Nadry, whomever catches your attention. There's no need to rush, really. Some are just more amorous than other.”

His gaze followed hers out the door to where Ironith was currently entertaining a gaggle of weyrlings and he smiled fondly, “Yes, yes they do grow quickly... but as much as they grow, some things just don't change. The big bronze there, that's Ironith. He's an incorrigible flirt and has been since day one.” G'er's gaze softened when Ironith looked up when he felt his rider looking his way, the bronze's eyes whirling blues and greens with happiness.

As Nadry answered, apparently accepting his request, G'er's expression lit up and he bowed a little, “Thank-you. Shall we then?” He slipped over to a table and stood formally waiting for the others to seat themselves before sitting down.

Then she asked about Illa and his eyes lit up – ah but he was proud of his Wingsecond. The woman had fought hard for her position and, far as he was concerned, completely deserved it. “I don't see why she wouldn't drop by – everyone got the summons.”

Almost as if she'd been watching them the entire time, Illa showed at the perfect time and G'er grinned as she broke into their conversation. “Illa,” He greeted back, saluting her in turn, “We were just about to dine together, you're welcome to join us if you like. Weyrlings, this is Tsunami Wingsecond Illa of Brown Fenrith, my comrade.”

Weyrling Jynnat and Blue Begath

Jynnat stopped for a glass of hot cider to keep her fingers warm. She drifted over to listen to the musicians. Quiet and restful, she found the music tonight. It was a nice change from always seeming to rush.

Hello hello Zenobiath! What do you think of the weather? Begath paused to consider Monath's contribution on the subject of the weather. That's not a bad idea Monath. The young blue felt it was a really good idea, but he was disappointed he hadn't thought of it first. He would have added more flourish to it. Begath gave a soft meep at Macuith for his nuzzle. He wasn't ready to settle down yet!

Jynnat was slightly distracted by her blue's churning thoughts. Let it rest, Begath. The snow is just what the weather does when it's cold, instead of raining. Begath blew a mental raspberry at his, which caused her to laugh. Jynnatmine, Ironith says his would like to speak to you tonight if you want. They are looking at the weyrlings. Begath arched his neck under the bronze's praise. I will look into it most closely Ironith!

Ah, so it was that time already? Jynnat hadn't really considered which wing she'd like to fly in, since she'd been so busy with just Begath growing. But now it was almost time, and the Wingleaders were mingling to side up the new possible riders. Well she supposed she'd make an effort. Thank you Begath, I will stop to talk to him.


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Candidate Makimton

Makimton found a nice girl that was hanging out by the wall and asked her for a dance. He grinned when she agreed and set her out for a quick step. At least he could brighten someone's night tonight.

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Rider Ly'bur and Brown Hinburath

This whole "party" was turning into a bit of a drag for him. Ly'bur leaned back in his seat and watched the others mingle through slitted eyes. None of it was of real particular interest to him. He did note that there were some Wingleaders circling among the weyrlings. Scoping out the new offerings eh? He watched to see which weyrlings got special treatment.


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Candidate Nalacko

She knew the weyrlings were anticipating their first flights. Nala hoped R'gan and Bas did well. She tried a variety of the food that was set out.

Kinyegele

"There's no need for that yet! Let's give them a little while longer. It's cold and sometimes it's harder to get out when you're cold, right?" Though it seemed most people on a dragon were already there. The Weyrlings from the last hatching were still trailing in, however. Goodness, they all got so big so fast! Certainly she'd seen that all dragons eventually got rather large, but this was more than rather. "Besides, it will be the first time all three of us sisters have been in a room together in what feels like forever once she gets here and I'd rather enjoy that a little first."

Not that a mother with children and coordinating her life a little would be there in 10 seconds. But Kinye would pretend any moment Ash walked in would only be 10 seconds away from that very moment. "We can dance or eat first! Then I can go hunt down any familiar faces if I see them yet!"