Holt watched, with mild disgust, as K'tar clammed up as the girl arrived. Dressed up too, it seemed K'tar had taken all his attention to notice, but they had their dragonets to consider. So Holt tried very hard to keep his face straight as he fought the inclination to frown. Since he didn't feel particularly welcoming towards a person that could get the impulsive K'tar into even more trouble, and the welcoming was taken over by Svak and M'ros, he decided that having his mouth full of something or other would be an acceptable reason for not saying anything.
Viarth's Mine would say you are too serious. Korith mentioned, picking up on the stress feelings rising up in his Rider.
But you are not K'tar, and you are not Viarth. You are Korith.
Yes, and I still say you are not to be stressing on a holiday. Our friend will do as he will and if it's serious enough trouble it will stop. You aren't the Weyrling Master, Mine. I care that you have a nice evening. Relax...
The words came with a wash of soothing feeling and though Holt wasn't entirely convinced he knew his dragonet had some sense in him.
"So, Svak, M'ros, I see you've Impressed but I know nothing of your dragonets," he started. He was honestly interested about their dragons, though he was more interested in who they were as people. He had to start somewhere, though, and an easy question to answer and talk about was a good place to start.
Kokoro looked around, then saw her new friends. Her smile widened, and she weaved through the crowd to them.
"Svak, you're really gonna hear it from Tsubareth if you get yourself hurt so soon after Impressing," she said with a laugh. "Hey M'ros, K'tar." She sat down next to her new friends. "I'll admit that I never expected to Impress Angeth. I was hoping to Impress a Silver. What about you? Did you Impress what you were hoping to?"
She checked on Angeth quickly, within the period of a single blink, to make sure the little White dragoness was still alright. The little dragonet was still asleep. She hadn't eaten as much as her Clutchbrothers, but she was the smallest dragon Kokoro had ever seen. The girl's expression became unfocused as she thought about the dragons she'd researched so many times. She wondered what she would feel if she had Impressed a Silver. How would it feel to have another mind so similar to her own. She then thought that it would be hard to have decent conversation, after all, what's there to talk about when you're so similar that you see the world in the same way?
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jul 5, 2012 21:40:57 GMT -8
((Please note that drinking as a Weyrling will negatively affect one’s dragon. The more drunk, the worse the effects.))
K’tar smiled as he gestured for Chantrea to take the open seat, which also happened to be the one right next to him. He started to ask her if she wanted some wine, since he was fairly confident in his ability to obtain another glass, rules or no rules. It’s not like I’m going to be drinking a second one, he told himself, attempting to assuage his guilty conscience. Besides, it’s only polite to offer, since I’ve got one, and Viarth’s asleep anyway.
Before he could complete, or even start, his sentence though, yet another person showed up. Not a fellow member of his Weyrling class, White-rider knots (not that that helped any) but he was pretty sure that he’d met the chestnut-haired girl before. He tossed his head back in a quick laugh at the young woman’s question, which was seemingly directed towards all of them.
“I had no clue what I was going to Impress, I just wanted to Impress so that I wouldn’t have to get teased by Jatheiron and the other guys,” he replied. He’d remembered that the young woman’s name was Kokoro midway through his reply, though he still couldn’t recall exactly how they’d met. Candidate lessons before he Impressed Viarth, he thought. It was actually a good thing that Kokoro had shown up, since she’d saved him from a blunder. Politeness, after all, dictated that he offer wine to the entire group, not merely Chantrea.
He felt a guilty twinge at the thought of offering his follow Weyrlings something he knew they weren’t supposed to have, but… It’d only be a glass each, and the dragons are all asleep anyway.
“Does anyone want some wine? I can get more easily.” No going back now, he added silently.
Cyanee was eating some food. She hadn't impressed, but she was feeling a little better about everything so she was hungry. She still hadn't asked her brother about his weird words before the hatching but it was okay, she had time. Cyan had a roll she was nibbling as she looked sidelong at her brother. Cr'wean wasn't that hungry so he was playing with the mug that held some K'lah. Apparently he had a shift tonight. Not that they often needed a specialist at the late hour but there should always be a healer around to help people out when they needed. Cyan looked around a little, not seeing that many candidates around, she suspected some had elected to go back to the barracks. She kinda felt that way too, but any time to hang out with her brother she had to capitalize on. Even if he wasn't saying much. So she continued eating.
Cr'wean was toying with his mug, since it was mostly empty. It was balanced between his fingers and the table, angled on its edge. He wasn't talking since Cyanee was still eating, and she wouldn't eat if she was talking. He put the mug back on the table properly and stared at some of the weyrlings. They were all chatting in a group it seemed. Sure there were a lot of groups around but the number of new weyrlings was small, since the hatching hadn't been large. He stared at the group, putting his arm on the table so he could lean his head against his hand. Weird, one of the weyrlings looked kinda familiar. he stared at the group trying to remember where he might have met him. He couldn't remember a name, and why on Pern would that be? So he continued watching and hoped it would stimulate his memory.
Post by darkwanderer on Jul 9, 2012 3:25:30 GMT -8
M'Ros had been stuffing his face when his friends began making conversation. It took him embarrassingly long to clear his stuffed gob of food before he replied, "Oh, Argeneth is just...the perfect Dragonet for me! He's practical and a protector and I know we'll make a brilliant team" he said, choking a little and patting his chest, "as for which colour I wanted to Impress...I honestly had no idea!" he laughed. Just as he was regaining his composure, K'Tar offered the table glasses of wine. M'Ros paled a little at this offer. He didn't want to seem rude, but he didn't much enjoy the taste of wine. And he wondered what effect it might have on Argeneth... "No, thank you K'Tar, but please don't let my prudishness put anyone off!" he said with a nervous laugh.
She felt a little out of place as Kokoro came up and started asking about dragonets and what people had expected to Impress. She had honestly been hoping to Impress, but of course she had not even gone to the hatching and now she was at a loss as to what had kept her away when she should have been there.
Chantrea was quiet though she smiled at Kokoro and gave a slight nod. It wasn't until K'tar offered Wine to everyone that a frown took over her features. "K'tar... What about Viarth...?" She sounded both concerned and chastising. "Will the dragonets be okay?" She knew enough to know that wine was not good for young dragons... She looked at the others concerned. Seemed M'ros had hte right idea. She poked K'tar and smiled at him softly. "I'll have just one... and I hope you aren't planning on having too much more..."
Her expression had turned soft and her cheeks were just slightly rosey. She felt a bit uncomfortable... Maybe it was because the attention was not on her or because she was afraid of making K'tar uncomfortable...
Dan looked at his brother with a slight smile, though his expression was still far away. "How's Hocteth, Dal?" he asked his brother, stroking Andi's eyeridges gently. He wanted to Impress so badly... he felt much more distant from his brother for the simple reason that he... hadn't Impressed yet and his brother had. "You can't be that lonely without me... after all... you have Hocteth..."
Holt was pleased with M'ros's description of his Argeneth, though he was at a loss for the dragonet's color. Perhaps M'ros would mention it later. The Blue Rider weyrling didn't recognize the coloration on the other weyrling's knots. Color aside, M'ros sounded like he had a strong new bond with his dragonet and that pleased Holt. Things were with him as they ought to be. "Where did you say you were from?" he asked M'ros, as he thought he still had the other boy's attention. Among all the talking he hadn't heard a reply from Svak, if she had made one, so he made a note to ask her later and resumed enjoying his dinner.
He sputtered a bit, trying not to choke, when K'tar offered them all wine. He felt his irritation rising up again but Korith fought it off, the dragon had a great ability to calm him. It was almost annoying sometimes. Finally having his mouth and lungs back, H'rarn got out a "No, I'll pass." and tried not to look at K'tar at all. Surely they all knew better and anyone who didn't could figure out what was right just by paying attention to the others' reactions. He needn't say anything. Someone who would break the rules was going to, regardless of how many nagging reminders they got.
The wine related squabble nearly out of his head, Holt actually had a moment to consider Kokoro's query about if they had Impressed what they had hoped to, and from her view that meant coloration. He reached out to feel Korith's calming, albeit somewhat sleepy now, touch. He knew he rode a Blue dragon, he announced it with pride to whomever asked, but what of a color? There were so many at Rainbow Mists that he doubted he could have learned them all before Impression, let alone had hopes about one over the other. Korith was Korith, as he had told the dragon earlier, and he'd be the same Korith no matter his appearance, right? He didn't know the answer to that question, and he didn't like the trail this thought was leading him down so he abandoned it. He wasn't sure where to make a comment about his one certainty about the topic, so he said nothing and stored it away for later.
D'ziel let out an exasperated sigh. "Hocteth is fine. Sleeping at the moment. I'm the one who wants to clobber him sometimes." It wasn't really so bad as all that, D'ziel admitted it to himself. Sure they usually worked together pretty well, most times. Still he felt like it could still get heated when Pounce got to the Moonlight. He felt like he was always trying a balancing act lately, keeping Pounce well behaved while getting to know the Moonlight dragon. He hardly felt like he had time for anything else besides chores.
When Dan spoke again, D'ziel looked shocked before anything else. Where had that come from? The weyrling looked at his brother seriously for a moment, looking like he was trying to figure something out. He gave up though, and just said what was on his mind. "Lonely or no, I think I'm allowed to miss my best friend. Unless I missed something."
Post by darkwanderer on Jul 11, 2012 5:21:05 GMT -8
M'Ros swallowed another mouthful of food and smiled at Holt, "I'm born and bred here in Rainbow Mists. I used to be overly shy, so I sort of blended into the background" he said and laughed a little. Argeneth sent a wave of sleepy reassurance to his lifemate. M'Ros grinned. He would never be alone ever again, not when he was a Dragonrider, "I'm embarrassed to say...I don't know what to expect from the Weyrling lessons. I don't even know what the Weyrlingmaster is like" he admitted, looking around for anyone sharing his nervousness. He also secretly hoped for reassurances from the older Weyrlings. He'd heard stories and he wasn't sure what to believe.
Svak had gotten really sleepy after eating all the good food. And there was a ton, of good food. It kind of made her sad one could only eat so much. She had just kind of sat there poking at her plate zoned out and not really paying attention to the conversation. Not that she had meant to be rude but as soon as she had eaten she had just gotten so tired. So tired in fact her head almost drooped onto her plate and she dropped her fork the clatter jerking her awake. She yawned leaning back a bit so she could stretch without smacking anyone and stood up.
"Not to be the unfun one of the group but I'm exhausted and all this food isn't really helping much." She smiled tiredly. "I'll see you all later." She turned and walked outside waving. She found her new Weyrling room and found Tsubareth sprawled out on her bed half wrapped up in her blanket. She curled up beside him her touch causing him to stretch and settle in around her. His wing draped over her, his head nuzzled into her shoulder, his tail wrapped around her legs. He let out an exhausted sigh.
What took you so long SvakMine?
I was hungry too TsubarethMine, but now I'm here.
Content with that answer her nuzzled closer to her and they both fell into a satisfied sleep.
Svak and Midnight Tsubareth Sk'ar and RR Flame Verith Lesti of LifeWing Klesh
D’gan strolled into the hall and surveyed the scene as if he had planned on it. He was late, and he knew it, but Mosiliath had asked him to visit before he had rejoined the festivities, and it wasn’t a request he could ignore. The Tiger had been listening on his conversation earlier, when he was alone with Yuki, and had much to discuss with him – or as much as could be spoken about in the eye of the public.
After Ayleneth had retired to her bed, Mosiliath remained sprawled out on the Sands, soaking up the warmth and nosing the indents where his eggs were. He seemed quiet, reserved, but D’gan imagined it was mostly due to a lack of sleep.
“You know, they are more fun now that they’re out of the shell. They can talk to you and you can watch them play.” He adjusted his shoulder knots, though they had been in perfect order since that morning.
Yes, but now I shall worry over them. They are not all in one spot.[/b][/color]
There will be plenty of other dragons and Riders who will watch out for them. If it helps, I’ll speak with the Weyrlingmaster and make sure they’re being watched carefully for you.
Mosiliath shifted on his forearms. I just want the best for them,[/b][/color] he sighed.
Now that the high of the Hatching was beginning to wear off, the fatherly comment made him uncomfortable, though he put aside his feelings for the Tiger. Don’t worry…This is a good Weyr for them. It was true. Plenty of room for them to grow up. And seeing as how Thread isn’t a threat now, there’s even less of a worry. Now, you should sleep. You’ll do them no good if you can’t stay awake!
They carried on like that for a while, until the topic was turned to what was spoken about in Yuki’s weyr. The lighthearted tone of conversation soon became serious, much too serious for such a happy day as this. And while Mosiliath had given him much to think over, now was not the time for talk of business. They would have to continue this discussion in their own weyr, and perhaps alongside the Weyrwoman and Archith.
As his dragon drifted off to sleep, D’gan walked into the hall, passing by the chattering Weyrlings and the familiar faces of older Riders as he made his way over to Yuki’s side. Truth be told, he wasn’t very hungry at the moment, but his appearance – even a late one – was better than none at all. Not to mention, Mosiliath had entreated him to watch over the new, young Riders and make certain they wouldn’t cause trouble for his children.
So far, they seemed as ravenous as their dragonets. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Taking his seat beside Yuki (and making an apologetic face as he did so), D’gan spied one of the Weyrlings – Svak, he guessed – making a discreet exit. All seems well here, he thought to his Tiger.
“So how has the feast been?” asked D’gan, turning to the Yuki, hoping she wouldn’t take his lateness to heart. “Enjoying it so far?” He still felt uneasy after what she had revealed to him in her weyr, but he had committed himself to helping, and knew nothing more could be done tonight.
“Mosiliath has been worrying over the Weyrlings,” he added with a smile, trying to lighten his own mood along with hers. “I think he’s being a bit overdramatic; quite unlike him, actually. Does Ayleneth ever get like that?”
Post by summerrain on Jul 16, 2012 13:05:27 GMT -8
Kokoro glared at K'tar. "Are you pretending to be a dimglow?" she asked, completely serious. "You know we're not allowed to drink. It'll damage the dragons, not to mention our reputations within the Weyr itself." She took some juice instead, then focused on eating.
"K'tar, have you noticed the change in that one Weyrling child from Archith's Clutch?" she asked after a moment. "Ever since the Gather at CliffSide, she's been acting... Different. She's not as energetic as she was. I know she met you there... Do you know what happened?" She didn't look at the elder Weyrling as she spoke. The child had worried Kokoro, which was surprisingly hard to do. ________
Yuki saw D'gan, and visibly relaxed. "Better, now that you're here," she admitted softly to him. "I was worried that our earlier conversation might've made you rethink this." As to the question about Mosiliath... "I've heard Tiger dragons honor parental bonds more than other dragons. I've never noticed anything with Ayleneth, but this is only her second Clutch. She's confidant that they'll be fine. That's how she was at the Hatching of her first Clutch." She rested her head on his shoulder. "Mosiliath will probably be that way until the Hatchlings reach maturity. The only ones I worry about are the two Auroras." She would go to Ice Stone Weyr within the sevenday. That much she was sure about.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jul 17, 2012 14:59:08 GMT -8
K’tar swallowed, but the sudden narrowing of his eyes reflected his true feelings. His youthful pride called up anger at this offense, to be called out like a little child in front of his friends, and particularly, in front of Chantrea. Then on top of it all, to have it implied that he had something to do with the way Tera was acting. He hadn’t even said anything to her.
Besides, it’s been over a month. Even if I’d had something to do with it, that can’t possibly be why she’s acting odd — for her — still, he told himself, trying to mask the twinge of guilt that he, in his present mood, found completely unacceptable. The truth was, Tera was acting the most odd when around him. She never said anything, but she kept watching him, only she wouldn’t look at him if he caught her doing it. It was like she wanted him to say something, but didn’t want him to at the same time. Why couldn’t she just be logical about it, they hadn’t hung out much anyway, so why did she keep acting like she was walking on firelizard eggs.
“The dragons are asleep,” he said, forcing his voice to calmness and forcing his shoulders to shrug. “Besides, it’s getting drunk that’s really going to hurt them. A few drinks here and there, might as well be having water.” He smiled. “At least, I might as well be having water.” He hadn’t really intended to get a second glass, but there was no way he was letting Kokoro scare him off.
He walked up to the wine glasses with easy self-assurance, quite as if he had every right to be there. It was a practiced attitude, he’d learned that if he didn’t look or act nervous, most people tended to assume that he had perfect right to do whatever it was he was currently engaged in, even if they knew better. No more than a scant handful for seconds later, he was strolling back to the table, one wineglass in each hand.
Upon reaching the table he gave one of the glasses to Chantrea, smiling as he did so. His grin broadening, he flopped back into his chair and lounged back, picking up his own wine glass.
Cr'wean continued to watch, since Cyan was slow with her food. Hmm, where was that kid from? Weird, he was kinda hazy on where he saw them... Oh wait, that was it. He was sick a while back, and there was that wyerling with the purple dragon that had got into some trouble at the gather. He hadn't even gotten the kid's name, so it must be that. Cr'wean tilted his head but couldn't see the boy's ankle to see how it healed up. That is, he couldn't until he got up to get something. He checked the lad's gait and it all seemed to be healed up neatly. Well that was good, nice to know that he hadn't been off his game while under the weather. He was pretty good with that sort of thing, so he didn't like to think he'd slipped up on that. Cr'wean refocused his attention and almost jumped straight up. What on Pern was that kid doing? Was he a complete idiot? That was wine! He abruptly put his mug back and got up, Cyan finally catching what her brother was doing.
"Cr'wean, where are you going?" She'd caught her brother's mood, which was fairly standard for him.
"Gotta knock some sense into someone. Stay here, back when I'm done." The man made a beeline for the weyrlings and Cyan watched him go, looking a little worried. Her brother wasn't afraid to let people know they were stupid, but it could mean trouble on occasion. Still, he hadn't gotten in big trouble since he had Kiyosh, but who knew. She decided to get some fresh K'lah for her brother when he got back. It was about all she could do.
Cr'wean walked over to the wyerling and put a hand on the boy's shoulder to make his presence known before speaking.
"Hey kid. I think you grabbed the wrong glass." His brown eyes gave the impression that he wasn't about to take any attempts to talk out of this.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jul 29, 2012 20:35:16 GMT -8
At any other time, K’tar would probably have made some excuse or qualifying statement. The feel of someone’s hand landing on his shoulder had rattled him, and any replies or actions taken by his table-mates had been lost on him as he had instinctively glanced up over that shoulder at the man standing behind him. In a flash, he had recognized the man as the Healer who had seen to his ankle at the Gather a month previously, though the man’s eyes were hardened into brown stones at the moment. K’tar knew that look, he’d seen it from guards at Stormy Plains often enough, when his penchant for trouble irritated the wrong person. There was no way that excuses were going to work. The truth was, even if an excuse would have worked, K’tar would not have given one; his youthful pride rebelled at the very idea of asking forgiveness, particularly in front of his classmates and friends.
“Why would you think that?” K’tar asked mildly. He almost drawled the phrase, leaning back a little further into his chair and placing his feet on the table before him. The entire gesture seemed nonchalant, and was actually a mask, behind which K’tar was hiding the mix of fear and guilt that he, at that moment of youth’s pride, could not allow himself to acknowledge. It was still manifest in the tension of his shoulders though, as he, with outward calm and indifference to the man behind him, raised his glass and took a sip of the wine.
Setting the glass back down, K’tar added: “Although, if you’re feeling nice, you could get us some of the white; I haven’t had it in a while.” He turned back to his friends as he finished speaking.
“The Weyrling Master’s not that bad,” he mused, recalling M’ros’s earlier question. “A little on the strict side, but friendly.”