You're surprised, right? (T'vax/EVERYONE)

[Cait]

Late Afternoon | Weyrling Communal Area | Turnover's Eve, 3073

Since discovering that Tivax—T’vax shardit!—shared his Turnday with a very special holiday, celebrated throughout the whole of Pern, Dav had been giddy with the prospect of throwing a Turnday celebration for the Chrome Weyrling. A surprise, Turnday celebration! Though with the way the Weyr passed about gossip it wasn’t likely to remain that way, try as she might to keep it from T’vax. Then there had been the Hatching and Impression of Niekolgoth that had taken up much her time, yet the Purple-Grey was surprisingly eager to participate in the plans…most of the time anyway.

But since Impression, Davquil had spent a large amount of her time that wasn’t spent taking care of her derpy little dragon, poking and pestering her fellow Weyrlings until she’d gotten as many of them as she possibly could to agree to participate in the party. It was going to be wonderful. She’d somehow managed to sweet talk Korvalia of Moonlight Korinanth to agree to help with the sweets and other foods—as she was apparently a decent cook or knew those that were.

Because she’d had so much to do between Niekolgoth and planning the event, she hadn’t had much time to actually spend with T’vax and he was certainly clever enough to realize that something was being planned or that something was wrong. Either way, she’d fluttered around like a deranged flitt while another of the Weyrlings distracted her friend so that she could set up the communal chamber with decorations and tables to hold the food.

Of course Niekolgoth, rarely far from Dav, had decided to try to help though really he only managed to hinder the process—not that Dav said anything about it, she was just glad that he was happy—more than help. Currently he was “inspecting” the cake, his tail twitching and dancing behind him as his eyes swirled merrily.

How did they make this, Davquil? It smells nice. And all the meat…why do you cook it? I like it when it’s still squishy.[/b][/color]

His voice was cheerful as he stretched his neck, lifting a grey foot to try and get closer. Setting down the tray of meatrolls she’d just brought in from the kitchens, Dav hurried over to the sweet table and pushed the cake closer to the center of the table and redirected Niekolgoth’s attention. ”Why don’t you make sure that no one is hiding in their rooms thinking they can get away without attending. Remember, love. Be firm!”

She knew that the poor dear had a tendency to get a bit intimidated by the more forthright of his siblings, and even other riders but she did her best to bolster the little male’s confidence and much of the time it worked. Thinking this was a fantastic job, the Purple-Grey set off down the hall, calling out to all of the weyrling dragonets.

Time for the party, everyone. Make sure you get here before Slinesteth’s rider or the surprise will be ruined![/b][/color]

((Feel free to have your character already here helping, or have them arrive before T'vax...or after. Also, you don't have to be a weyrling for this as Dav would probably invite anyone she ran into))

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

In a corridor, a young man slid down to sit against the wall, rumpling the red tunic he was wearing. Reaching up with a black-gloved hand, he rubbed his temples, unwittingly highlighting his ice-blond hair. His head was pounding, it had been pounding pretty much non-stop, because he’d been constantly listening, trying to determine what was going on. He leaned his head against the wall, his eyes closed, then opened them with a sigh and looked around. It was his Turnday, and the young man, once Tivax Noixay, now T’vax Cavernborn of Chrome Slinesteth, was convinced that the dragons must be trying to drive him crazy.

The dragons, of course, had been those whom he was eavesdropping on, but all he’d heard, apart from the usual statements, was that Davquil Varshay of Purple-Grey Niekolgoth was planning on throwing a party for the Turnday of one T’vax “Cavernborn” of Chrome Slinesteth. The whole thing might have made perfect sense to him, except that he hadn’t seen Davquil hardly at all since the Hatching.

Why would she not be talking to me if she’s actually planning me a party? he asked himself, not for the first time, returning to rubbing his temples.

Mine, you should go and ask at the kitchens about a meal for yourself. Ask the brunette, if she snickers, then there is probably actually a party. Slinesteth was already proving uncanny at his ability to judge what was happening based on how people acted, and the little Chrome was just barely a severnday old!

T’vax sighed again, then brought his “shield” back up — he’d had enough of listening to dragons for the day — and set off towards the kitchens.

[Shoki]

Hedara was contemplating Turnday celebrations. Specifically the one she was going to today. The Jr. Weyrwoman wasn't big on celebrations, but she supposed it would be good to go anyway. At least that was how she rationalized it. More or less the only reason she was going was because a certain Midnight rider had persuaded her to. Something about D'vill's sister. She wasn't quite familiar with every person that had impressed at Temperanth's hatching yet, though she was going out of her way to try to remember all the names. Davquil was it? Hedara knew that she had impressed the Purple-Gray, that was certain. It was part of the reason she was going. Apparently a lot of thr weyrlings would be there.

She was walking across the Bowl as her thoughts got to her. Ivy was following her, happy as always. Being followed by a little ball of joy was actually rather helpful and uplifting. It certainly helped her on her more stressful days. But again, she didn't actually say that. There were some people that you couldn't lie to though.

Worrying again? I would prefer if my rider didn't go gray early.

It's hard not to. Between Slinesteth and Azeriuth she had heard all sort of rumors on why ISW was doomed. She had wanted to scream at everyone that dragons were allowed just to be dragons. Of course she couldn't she just pointed out that nothing all that bad had happened at the hatching. No one got mauled, and maybe one person had kinda gotten bumped when they impressed. In the scheme of things, it was a pretty quiet hatching. Except for the people in the stands getting cranky that is. Hedara tried not to think about it. Instead she focused on being quiet and heading to a party.

Hedara slipped into the Weyrling communal area, trying to look inconspicuous. Or rather, trying not to be dramatic about it. She noted that the Purple-Gray rider was getting things ready, so it looked like she was right on time. She did so hate being late. Of course she also didn't like to be idle, so she went up to the Weyrling promptly to speak with her.

"What still must be done? Shall I help?"

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Unaware that the Weyrwoman was present, and completely unaware that she had thought of them, T’ruk and Azeriuth were just returning from a nice comfortable nap. They’d escaped having to decorate by the simple fact that they hadn’t woken up between lessons and that very instant. T’ruk hadn’t expected that the physical training would be as exhausting as it was turning out to be, but what a Weyrling from the last clutch having been kidnapped, the Weyrling Master had decided that all the Weyrlings could start learning weapons from day one, without having a moment of work taken off of the general conditioning schedule either.

T’ruk was in decent enough condition, but he’d never used a weapon or practiced unarmed combat once in his life, except for a couple disastrous fights with other children down at the Hold. It wasn’t the amount of physical work that was tiring him, it was the type of movements, which worked muscles that he hadn’t even known he had.

Hence, the two of them shambled sleepily into the common area, expecting to see it looking normal, and froze in place when it was not. It took a couple seconds for them to remember the party.

“Slineststh’s rider isn’t here yet, right?” T’ruk asked, looking around. He didn’t see the ice-blond Weyrling anywhere, or the little Chrome, so he rather hoped that he and Azeriuth hadn’t missed the show. It was at that moment that he recognized the blonde woman talking with Davquil.

Why’s the Weyrwoman here? he wondered. He was aware of Azeriuth’s likewise confusion, so it couldn’t be anything they’d done, right? She must just be here for the party. Still, T’ruk tried to make himself slightly more inconspicuous, sliding a half step back towards the wall.

[Terayne]

Two forms came in soon enough, one bouncing and happy and the other just looking tired, although still excited. Like the SilverlightWeyrling-who she'd come in right behind and nearly bumped into when he'd stopped-she saw Hedara and cocked her head slightly, wondering why she was there. Her Impression had been..... Interesting, to say the least, what with her Queenrider sister having to box her ears and remind her WHY she was a rider, but she hadn't done anything since that day that should merit the Weyrwoman's attention. So it wasn't her and Xinalinth then. She glanced down at the Cloud, who looked up at her with an almost amused expression in her faceted eyes.

Relax, DiamondMine. We have done nothing to deserve punishment. She is probably just here for the celebration, the little Dragoness said, tweaking her rider's pants gently with her teeth, which earned her a light tap to her nose, the signal for her to stop and leave her Diamond's clothing alone please. She obeyed it, arching her neck in apology, and Diamond gently stroked her, accepting it. The pair then looked to the Weyrwoman again.

I should change clothing... I'm not presentable for a party, Diamond thought, and felt Xinalinth's amusement again, but the Cloud didn't argue, instead leading the way as they slipped through the room and down the halls into their room, where the girl changed into a rich blue gown with silver accents, her golden brown hair tied firmly up into a knot and pinned with some diamond pins she'd received from her siblings for her Impression. She then put on her Golden Fire-Lizard pendant, having removed it for weapon's practice, and settled it, putting on the belt she'd gotten as a congratulations for her Impression from her parents, a beautiful piece of pale golden-brown leatherwork that had one of her father's trademark Silver Dragon buckles to hold it in place.

"Let's go darling," she said lightly, turning and returning to the communal room, her eyes dancing with even more excitement, that emotion reflected in her dragonet, who was dancing along at her side, crooning with pleasure at the prospect of a party.

[Cait]

Dav looked up from her preparations when one of the first people—aside from Korvalia who had been scampering back and forth between the kitchens and the communal weyrling area—and was delighted to see Hedara; Jr. Weyrwoman and more importantly, the rider of Niekolgoth’s mother. Her lips curled in a large, friendly grin and she set down gave the table she’d been moving one final shove before shrugging one shoulder. Was there anything that needed to be done? Most people would probably hem and haw and tell the woman to go stand in a corner and twiddle her thumbs, but Hedara had asked.

”Well I could use a little help moving the tables so that they ring the central area. I was going to see if I couldn’t get a few musically inclined people to play. You know, for a bit of dancing.” Flailing her hand in a beckoning gesture, Dav moved to the next table that needed to be moved and smiled, hooking her hands under the edge of the table at one end and waiting for Hedara to come along and help. Yes, there were people that were sure to think her insane for expecting the Jr. Weyrwoman to agree to heavy lifting but honestly…she was a little insane.

Just then, another of the Weyrlings arrived, this one the one that had Impressed to the little male Silverlight and lifted one hand to wave then shook her head at his question. ”Not yet, Niekolgoth alert Slinesteth when the time comes, feel free to pick at the snacks, just don’t let Korvalia catch you, I took a meatroll and she glared daggers at me and spent five minutes rearranging the platter..” A look of bemusement crossed her features before she turned her attention back to the task at hand.

[Cait]

Ladened with another tray, Korvalia slipped in behind Diamond and Xinalinth, skirting around them, her attention focused solely on the refreshment tables which were slowly filling with food and drinks. Carefully setting the wide tray down she took a step back and surveyed the table. The meats were near the meats and there was bread between the meat and the vegetables and pastries between the vegetables and the fruits. But it was a matter of arranging the trays to look proper now and Korvalia moved forward again, switching the tray of meatrolls with the tray of carved Wherry meat she’d artfully piled on top of the try she’d just arrived with. It was probably better fare than Davquil had hoped for when she’d enlisted Korvalia’s help, but the Moonlight Weyrling didn’t mind the work and she was on good enough terms with the Headwoman that it only took a bit of bartering on Davquil’s behalf to attain such a feast.

Taking another step back she very nearly tripped over Korinath who had slipped into the communal area from wherever she had been—likely helping Niekolgoth spread the word. Hissing, the young woman gathered her skirts and looked at the Moonlight with a raised brow. I have told you not to stand behind me, Korinath.

Are you going to get dressed to look all pretty like that girl over there with Xinalinth?[/b]

Korvalia sighed and looked back at the table and after giving one of the trays one final nudge with a fingertip, she turned to look at Korinath then over at Diamond who was indeed dressed to impress. Nodding slowly, Korvalia slipped out of the communal area and to her room without so much as a word to any of her fellow Weyrlings or the Jr. Weyrwoman where she proceeded to get ready for the actual party now that her part of the set up was finished. Korinath stayed behind and pranced over to Azeriuth, eyes whirling happily. You came![/b]

[Shoki]

The young woman who was running this sure did seem to have a plan for this. A good thing she supposed. So when she motioned to the next table she was trying to move, Hedara went over to help. It wasn't like she was a stranger to heavy lifting, so it was a simple request in her mind. She grabbed the opposite side, making sure her grip was good before nodding to the happy hostess. At least she could be useful.

Meanwhile, Ivy had stopped shadowing Hedara, looking around at all the Weyrlings. Oh dear, so many fun people to see! However, T'ruk caught her eye before she could decide to meet anyone else. Oh! It was nice-human who had the warm-fuzzy-thing-with-warm-wet. The Green firelizard dashed over and chittered her greeting quickly. She did so love meeting people again. Her whirling eyes spied the dragon beside him and she chirped a greeting there. Nice-human had a shiny-cousin-friend now! More friends were good! The Green turned to the dark-and-warm-cousin-sister that had come over and chirped here greeting there too. More cousins! The flitter was just far too excited. Ivy chirped a few times, to see if brightly-colored-friend was about, since he was nice too. Warm-fuzzy obviously wasn't about though. That was okay, there were a lot of warm-nice people about, so the room was warm and nice.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T’ruk had just started to slip forwards, angling towards the platters that were set so artfully upon the table, when Korvalia and Korinath appeared, as well as Diamond and Xinalinth. He stopped moving then, turning and leaning against the wall in a completely casual fashion. He did not want a confrontation over the food, although he most definitely wanted some of that same food.

Azeriuth was in strong agreement about the prospect of food. Food was good. He would definitely not object to some food. His nap had been good, but food would be good too. He liked the people who were here, friendly and protective, strong-willed, honest, loving life, enthusiastic… these were good individuals, people and dragons that he was glad to know.

Of course we came, Azeriuth replied to Korinath, eyes whirling blue-green. Where does Korvalia go? he asked politely. He looked up at the Green firelizard then, and crooned to her.

T’ruk smiled when Ivy came over to say hello, remembering their first meeting in the WeyrBowl. “You have to give them a chance to answer,” he said to the firelizard, almost teasing. At that exact instant, Guyaky poked his head out over T’ruk’s shoulder and chirped back. He liked green-friend, and he wanted to introduce red-brother to green-friend. Turning, he chirped rather imperiously in the general direction of T’ruk’s room, from which Crimson Atanek came gliding out, looking around curiously. Guyaky proceeded to chirp to Ivy, introducing her to Atanek, and inviting her to go bother the warm-fuzzy with him.

Noticing that Korvalia had left, T’ruk slipped over and snagged a couple pieces of meat, which he gave to Azeriuth. For himself, he just inhaled a meatroll and called it a good start. He could always come back and get a bit more later.

[Cait]

With the final table moved, Davquil grinned and brushed her hands back and forth in front of her in the universal sign that everything was done. Moving to stand next to Hedara, Dav grinned and nudge the woman in a friendly manner. “Thanks for the help. All the boys know exactly when to hide it seems, so that they don’t get roped into the laborious tasks.”

With a little laugh she adjusted her tunic—it was a rich red in color with yellow, green and blue embroidery along the hem, collar and sleeves—and looked around. More and more of the people she’d invited were arriving and so far they seemed to be having fun, despite the fact that the party hadn’t even truly started yet. “So you know my brother, right? Do you know if he’s going to show up or is he off being all serious and responsible?”


Korinath swayed back and forth, shifting her weight from left to right as she stood in front of Azeriuth. Though it had only been a sevenday, both dragonets had done a bit of growing. The little Moonlight watched Azeriuth’s rider curiously as he abruptly halted his advance on the food table and let out a little squeak which for all intents and purposes seemed like a laugh. The boy was scared of her rider! She was sure of it!

Her attention was quickly diverted by the arrival of a little firelizard which Korinath was fascinated by. Rising up onto her hind legs, front limbs tucked against her chest, she stretched her neck out to get a better look at the cheery creature and decided then and there that she wanted one of her own. How perfect would it be for gathering information on others? A little minion to do her bidding! Before she could share her opinion on Ivy and the plans the little green sparked, Azeriuth spoke again and she blinked, twisting her head around to look at where Korvalia had disappeared.

Oh! She went to change into soft and sparkly things. I don’t think she’ll be as sparkly as Xinalinth’s rider but she’ll look nice.[/b]

And sure enough, several minute after T’ruk snatched some meat, sharing it with his dragon, Korvalia reemerged wearing a blue and dark grey gown. The bodice was sleeveless fitted and embroidered with blue thread a shade darker than the material. The neckline was perhaps a bit more risqué than was called for and was trimmed in a silk-like dark grey material that gathered at her waist and split the blue skirt down the middle. The sleeves were of the same material as the skirts and the same shade of blue and rather than completely cover her arm and shoulder—as they did fit tightly and reach her wrist—they exposed the very top of her shoulder. Her hair was left down in golden waves, the front bits pulled back in two braids that wrapped around either side of her head and met at the back. As far as jewelry, she possessed only a simple golden chain from which hung a chunk of amber set in gold.

Looking around, Korvalia spotted Azeriuth and Korinath and approached, noting how the younger boy seemed to be chewing on something. Unable to resist, she glanced at the food table and frowned in consternation. She’d spent hours on that display! But the party had started and food was meant to be eaten she supposed. With a sigh, she slipped up beside the Moonlight then blinked at her strange behavior and interest in the Green firelizard. Another shortly joined the gathering and Korvalia watched quietly as Korinath seemed to grow even more excited by Guyaky’s presence.

DRESS

[Terayne]

(( Pretty dress. Wish I had an image of Diamond's, although it's pretty simple. ))

Diamond glanced around at the others in the room, and smiled when she saw the dress Korvalia wore. It fit the Moonlightrider, she thought, then looked to the dragonets, chuckling at their behavior, They were all so adorable, though of course her own Cloud was the best of them all. Said Cloud glanced up at her at her thoughts, crooning with love and adoration, then bounded forwards towards her siblings, chirring a greeting to them as she slid to a halt, her head cocked in a good imitation of one of her Diamond's more charming gestures of curiosity.

Hello, my clutchmates! How are all of you doing? she asked excitedly, her tail twitching with excitement. Behind her, Diamond rolled her eyes, then followed her over with an amused grin on her lips.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Guyaky looked down at the smaller than other large cousins Moonlight cousin. She seemed very interested in him and Ivy, perhaps they could use her for a couch? Intrigued by the concept, the little Aurora hovered closer to Korinath and chirped at her, conveying his request with a few simple pictures. Atanek was hanging back, still saying hello to Ivy, though he was ready to back up his Aurora friend’s request with one of his own.

T’ruk stepped back slightly as Korvalia approached. He could tell from the way that she looked at the table that she wasn’t happy to have seen the food missing. That wasn’t a good thing, she…

Azeriuth glanced over at T’ruk. No, neither of you ranks the other. We are Weyrlings together.

Right, T’ruk squared his shoulders. Not in an even remotely aggressive way, just as a way of reminding himself that there was no need to cower. It helped that Korvalia looked more resigned than angry as she approached, but some of it was in fact due to T’ruk’s own still-appearing confidence.

A Blue and White and Greyish movement caught T’ruk’s eye then, and he looked up to see that the Cloud weyrling was approaching. He couldn’t remember either her name or the name of the shortish slight girl who had Impressed her. The girl had clearly stopped to change, for she was wearing a very nice looking deep blue gown, along with the golden necklace, with its firelizard pendant, that she wore everywhere except weapons practice. The sight of that gown was a little intimidating, to be honest. He hadn’t seen many clothes like that since coming to the Weyr, and before coming to the Weyr, clothes like that signaled a great deal of danger to him should he damage them.

You’re fine, just act like it and eventually you will believe it. Repeating that advice to himself, T’ruk smiled at Korvalia. “You did a great job on the arrangement of the food,” he commented, forcing himself to ignore the little voice in the back of his mind that screamed at him to run away.

Meanwhile, Azeriuth was about to enter into another conversation. I’m doing well, for myself, Azeriuth responded, glancing over at Xinalinth with one blue-green whirling eye. What of yourself?

[Terayne]

Diamond smiled as she saw T'ruk looking like he was about to bolt, the gesture impish and charming, and she winked at him, then looked to Korvalia as well, grinning. "Lovely arrangement, Korvalia," she said lightly, agreeing with the SilverlightWeyrling readily. The table looked beautiful, although of course it WAS food, and food was meant to be eaten.

Xinalinth craned her neck slightly to her brother, acknowledging his response. I am well. Mine and I have been having a lot of fun with lessons, even though she doesn't really like the weapons' training... The Cloud's tail twitched slightly as she said that, looking to her Mine, who flicked her fingers at her, letting her know she had heard, but wasn't upset for the Dragoness admitting a weakness in her rider. Xinalinth then looked back to her siblings, although her head rose as she rather abruptly caught sight of the fluttering fire-lizards, and she chirred excitedly. Little cousins! I didn't know you had little cousins! I want one, but Mine says I have to wait. She says I am handful enough. Her tail flicked excitedly, and she chirred to the flitters again, greeting them.

[Shoki]

Hedara smirked a bit at the Weyrling's commentary. Indeed, it did seem that the boys were out hiding while work was being done. "A shame we have to pick up their slack. I thought for sure your brother was going to be here as well, perhaps he is also hiding until all the heavy lifting has already been accomplished." The Brown rider had convinced her to come, so he had better show. She didn't say that, but she was thinking it pretty loud. She glanced over at Ivy, who was making friends. No big surprises there. The Green was a ball of happy emotions on the average day, but with so many people to meet, she was in truly high spirits.

Ivy was just delighted. People everywhere to meet! Black-silver-cousin gave her a greeting and she returned in kind, happy to know another large cousin. Motherly-blue-cousin was very nice but more friends were better! The human spoke again, and revealed multi-colored-friend! Ivy spun about in delight, chittering a bit as she did so. Multi-colored-friend was introducing her to red-friend. She chirped out a greeting, pleased to have a new friend. Moonlight-cousin seemed interested to, so she gave a pleased greeting to her. Maybe Moonlight-cousin would be a couch today! Multi-colored-friend went to check while Ivy hung back with Atanek. She caught sight of a sky-with-white-puffs-cousin, who also wanted to say hi! Ivy crooned in response, so very happy to be around people who were so nice and friendly. Maybe they would greet hers. She really never understood why hers wouldn't want to talk with lots of people.

Hedara looked at Ivy and sighed a little. Ivy was Ivy. As much as she loved the little flit, she was not ever going to be like her. She returned her attention to the Weyrling, after a quick look around the place. "Well, if he is not coming soon I shall ask around. Maybe he is off doing something but forgot to tell me." She hoped not, she was feeling kinda out of place being the only one who was a full rider here.

[Cait]

As Xinalinth approached the other young dragons at a brisk pace, Korinath let out an adorable little warble of greeting, all but bouncing. The Moonlight twisted her head around to look at her rider who was well and truly beautiful…for a human at least, even in Korinath thought that she should dress to match her hide. When she ventured this suggestion, Korvalia immediately disregarded it with a simple explanation that not everyone looked good in such dark colors as the Moonlight did. Not convinced but for the moment appeased, Korinath turned her attention back to Xinalinth and Azeriuth, listening attentively and speaking just as much.

Hello Xinalinth! Your rider is so sparkly! Where did she get her sparklies? Oh! I wonder if Mine would let me get one of the little fliers? They look like fun![/b]

While Korinath conversed with her siblings and delighted over the firelizards—Ivy in particular—Korvalia stood quietly beside her dragon, surveying the growing crowd and spotting the rather comical way that T’ruk was holding himself, his shoulders squared. When he finally moved closer and complimented her on her food arrangement, she smiled and dipped her chin in a half-nod. The compliment was welcome and to be honest, the more she saw of the lad, the less repulsive his dragon seemed. It was strange how that worked, but such were the way of things among dragons and riders; one often reflecting and echoing the other.

“Thank you, both. I’m glad you are enjoying it.” When the Cloud Weyrling echoed T’rul’s sentiment, the older girl repeated her nodding gesture. There was a wry, crooked cant to her lips and any annoyance at her creation being disturbed was replaced by contentment that people liked what she’d help to make.

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Davquil laughed at Hedara’s words; she’d all but pegged her brother. For all that he was a diligent dragonrider and a bit of a stickler for efficiency, he tended to avoid actually doing the work wherever he could; most especially when it involved one of her hair-brained schemes. “Well, since the dawn of time we women have been picking up slack.” A gross exaggeration though not by much, surely.

Finding that she rather like her eldest brother’s friend—who also just so happened to be the Weyrwoman—Davquil was determined to make her feel welcome. It hadn’t slipped her overactive mind that she might feel a bit out of place surrounded by Weyrlings, even if they happened to be Temperanth’s Weyrlings. In the brief silence between them, Dav followed the Weyrwoman’s gaze to the mingling firelizards and dragonets and smiled. It would be nice to one day have a firelizard, though she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted one just yet. Niekolgoth needed almost all her attention as it was, she wasn’t sure he would appreciate having to share her.

“Oh I’m sure he’ll show up, if he doesn’t we can chase him about with sticks.” The sparkle in her eye hinted at a joke but anyone who knew the riotous young Weyrling knew that it was a distinct possibility that she would carry through. Casting a glance towards the door, Dav decided that now was as good a time as any to bring Tiv in. If they waited much longer he might end up wandering in on accident and they wouldn’t be prepared…or someone would decide that they’d better test his cake for him. But just before she was about to have Niekolgoth seek out the Chromerider, the brother in question stepped into the room, dark eyes searching before spotting Hedara.

With a grin, eerily similar to Davquil’s. V’quin picked his way through the growing crowd, nimbly jumping over a dragon tail before stopping next to the two women. He reached out and ruffled Dav’s hair, making it even more unruly than it already was then sketched a little half-bow to Hedara, still grinning. “Sorry I’m late, Shivvanneth wanted to make sure I looked proper.”

And in truth he looked quite nice with a dark blue tunic and black trousers, both adorned with embroidery. His hair of course, as unruly as his sister’s, stuck up in all directions no matter how he tried to tame it and his brown eyes—lighter than his sister’s—reflected his smile. He was a good-natured man, if a bit stuffy when compared to his peculiar sister.

“You’re just in time, Var. I was about to have Niekolgoth find T’vax.” And as she informed the others of it, she sent out the order to the Purple-Grey who made quick work of finding T’vax, slowing as he found the boy sitting against the wall on the far side of the warren of chambers dedicated to the fledgling barracks.

What are you doing sitting here? Are you not well? Davquil will not be happy to hear that. She was hoping to see you, she has a que…an urgent question for you.[/b] Niekolgoth stumbled with the words as Dav fed the last bit to him. His forked tail tip twitching, he peered at the boy, concern coloring his eyes.