Post by summerrain on Jul 2, 2012 5:32:38 GMT -8
Ayleneth had come back, but had fallen asleep in her own bed soon after. Yuki suddenly wondered just how many sleepless nights the Aurora had while waiting for her eggs to hatch. The young woman smiled slightly. She got ready for the Feast. She and D'gan were considered guests of honor, as those who were bonded to the parents of the Clutch. The dragons themselves would not come, but the people would. She had the same long blue skirt she'd worn at the Hatching, but had changed her shirt to something nicer, remembering to slip the knots on her shoulders that marked her as an Aurora rider. She then walked purposely toward the largest Dining Hall, where most of the Weyr would be in attendance. As the one bonded to the Clutchmother, Yuki knew she needed to be first to arive.
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Mine, what are you doing?
"Angeth, it's the Hatching Feast," Kokoro told the White. "After every Hatching, there's a feast to congradulate the Candidates who Impress a dragon."
Those who get chosen by a dragon, Angeth corrected.
"Yes, that's what I mean," Kokoro agreed with a laugh. Anyway, new dragon and rider pairs are considered Weyrlings. So the Hatching Feast is like a party to congradulate us for... Moving up in rank."
Too bad dragons can't do that, Angeth said quietly. A sudden image of a Bronze-sized White flashed into Kokoro's mind, and she dissolved into laughter, falling on the bed in the Weyrling barracks, where she now resides.
"That's not gonna happen," she said after calming down. "Whites are perfect the way they are. If there were more huge dragons, then the little Grey ones would get squished."
Grey dragons?
"I'll show you after the feast," Kokoro promised. "You just go back to sleep." Angeth obliged, falling asleep again quickly. Kokoro had on a new shirt with the white knots laced with faignt gold, like Angeth's hide, that marked her as a Whiterider. She also had donned a simple skirt of dark, forest green, and a pair of black shoes. She then left the barracks and headed for the dining hall.
________
Mine, what are you doing?
"Angeth, it's the Hatching Feast," Kokoro told the White. "After every Hatching, there's a feast to congradulate the Candidates who Impress a dragon."
Those who get chosen by a dragon, Angeth corrected.
"Yes, that's what I mean," Kokoro agreed with a laugh. Anyway, new dragon and rider pairs are considered Weyrlings. So the Hatching Feast is like a party to congradulate us for... Moving up in rank."
Too bad dragons can't do that, Angeth said quietly. A sudden image of a Bronze-sized White flashed into Kokoro's mind, and she dissolved into laughter, falling on the bed in the Weyrling barracks, where she now resides.
"That's not gonna happen," she said after calming down. "Whites are perfect the way they are. If there were more huge dragons, then the little Grey ones would get squished."
Grey dragons?
"I'll show you after the feast," Kokoro promised. "You just go back to sleep." Angeth obliged, falling asleep again quickly. Kokoro had on a new shirt with the white knots laced with faignt gold, like Angeth's hide, that marked her as a Whiterider. She also had donned a simple skirt of dark, forest green, and a pair of black shoes. She then left the barracks and headed for the dining hall.