Finish Line Feast

[Shoki]

Evening, after the hatching

Hedara and Temperanth had both gotten some rest before the feast, Hedara being one of the first people there. Pleasant aromas wafted through the hall, though it wasn’t nearly as large as the last time a Queen had risen. Still, no one would go hungry here, not today, and not in the coming turn. Leave that to Hedara. However, it was hard to think of such troubles, when the scent of spiced drinks filled the air, and such enticing food was available. The days were short, and the cold intense, encouraging people to come in and celebrate where it was warm.

With all of that, Hedara found herself in an uncommonly good mood. Oh, she didn’t smile, but her hazel eyes were not quite so intense in their gaze. Ivy lay, content and curled up, on the table beside Hedara’s food. Every so often the Flitter crooned, basking in the fun around her. Hedara herself was still working on a delightful spiced concoction, which warmed her quite nicely. She was considering a few things at the moment, more lighter in quality. For one, she was thinking about how interesting a group of weyrlings she now had. Between these new ones and Lanikath’s last, no doubt, R’niaan was going to have his hands full. Hopefully not too full.

The other thing she was contemplating at the moment was where her Sr. Weyrleader had run off to. The other woman always seemed to duck out when official duties were done with. At least, that was how it seemed. Not that Hedara particularly cared how Cier spent her off time, but she was curious as to where she had run off to right now.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T'vax worked his way through the Hatching feast, Ribbon following after him with Tyavra on her back (Ninarwa preferred to perch on T'vax's shoulder). His presence here was one message, a message to those who knew nothing, that nothing was happening. His other message...

Temperanth, can you tell Weyrwoman Hedara that the storm gear will probably be needed soon.

That message, relayed in that manner, meant that the first round of operatives would be ready to commence their missions shortly.

[Breeze]

F'ri breathed a sigh of content relief as he made his was into the warm room, glancing around as the rest of the chill left his body. [smear:4c9693] The food is [/smear:33d790][smear:33d790] over there F'ri. [/smear:219462] Esheth chimed in his mind, stumbling slightly, although she held her head up properly, not look down at the offending feet that were causing her clumsiness. I'll go get us some food then. Would you like to choose a seat for us? F'ri offered, looking down at the Aurora with a small smile. It was quite strange to be suddenly bonded, to have another voice in his mind, and he would have to figure out a way to filter his thoughts so that Esheth did not get all of them. There were some things not even a life partner needed to know. [smear:4c9693] I will respect your privacy. [/smear:33d790][smear:33d790] but you should know you don't need to keep things from me. [/smear:219462][smear:219462] I am yours and you are mine. [/smear:4c9693] Esheth stated, standing on F'ri's boot as she looked up at him.

"It's that simple." F'ri nodded in agreement, feeling slightly guilty for having thought about keeping things from Esheth. [smear:4c9693] There is no need for that muggy [/smear:33d790][smear:33d790] unpleasant feeling. I will go and find us [/smear:219462][smear:219462] the best place possible to eat! [/smear:4c9693] With the last word Esheth moved off of F'ri's boot and darted towards the tables where people were already beginning to sit and eat. "Be careful Esheth!" F'ri called out, worry in his voice as the dragonet slipped, completely wiping out and staying sprawled on all fours briefly. He made to move towards her to help her up, but was stopped by a chiding tone. [smear:4c9693] I am fine [/smear:33d790][smear:33d790] F'ri. Go and get food [/smear:219462][smear:219462] the meat smells delicious! [/smear:4c9693] She pushed herself to her wobbly legs, shaking herself off, before moving at a slower pace to investigate the tables.

"I-okay, thank you Esheth?" F'ri couldn't help the confusion out of his voice. The formal little dragoness was clearly excited about the task she had been given of finding a seat. He just hoped that she wouldn't inadvertently get them into trouble. He shook his head, moving towards the table of food.

Esheth, on the other hand was paroling the tables, occasionally peering at once table longer that she had the others, tempted to bespeak the people that were sitting there, but deciding against it every time. She didn't want to be rude and disturb their feast, after all, they might be saving those seats for friends that hadn't come yet. She shifted her weight uneasily from left to right, rocking in a calming manner as she paused beside the table that Hedara was sitting at. She wouldn't stay here long though, the Weyrwoman definitely should not be bothered by such a meaningless task as finding a place for her and her rider to sit. She had to find the best seat though, she had promised her rider that she would and-and was that a little small flying dragon by the Weyrwoman. Esheth extend her neck, attempting to get a better view, propping her front legs up beside the Weyrwoman to enhance her view.

[Shoki]

Temperanth’s head rose as she got a message from T’vax. She would recognize the Chromerider’s mindvioce anywhere. She took the message warmly, sending back with reassurance, [smear:33ccff]Of course, thank you T'vax[/smear:3366ff] Temperanth observed her rider’s mind, as it was in fine spirits. Well, perhaps it was okay to send it along immediately.

[smear:33ccff]T'vax says that we shall need storm gear soon.[/smear:3366ff] One of the sides of Hedara’s lips twitched up, but only a little. Soon enough her face smoothed, and the Weyrwoman looked quite at peace indeed. It was all coming together. Very soon all her preparations would be able to bear fruit. There were hundreds of other little things that Hedara would have to worry about later, but for today she was pleased how things were going. Of course, she still had to keep her eyes open for those who might be good for her little squad of people. Still, that was a little later. She caught sight of movement, and her gaze shifted as Ivy was investigating a new friend. The Aurora, that had hatched today, was taking a look at Ivy herself. The Flitter went closer to look, then crooned and flew to the Aurora’s side. A serious of chirps escaped her, a welcoming little string of notes. Hedara’s gaze touched the young dragon, who seemed curious about something.

“Greetings, young Aurora. Have you come to speak with me on some matter?” Hedara and Temperanth were like two sides of the same coin in one regard. Neither of them cared to let the other speak for them. If Temperanth wished to speak to a human, she did so. If there was a dragon before Hedara, she would speak to it, not request Temperanth to go around. However, it was exceedingly useful for Temperanth to speak to those who were out and about, so it was less obvious on Hedara’s side. It was up to others to set pace if they felt uncomfortable though.

[Breeze]

Esheth followed the chirping firelizard with both eyes and muzzle moving along with the motions. What a charming little creature, she would have to speak with F’ri about them. She froze in her movements as she noticed Hedara looking at her, then the Weyrwoman spoke to her. She scrambled off the seat and black to the floor, landing with a slight thump, before nervously straightening herself and giving a bow. [smear:4c9693]Greetings, Weyrwoman.[/smear:33d790] She lifted her head, rocking once more,[smear:4c9693]I did not meant to bother you, I was simply[/smear:33d790] [smear:33d790]admiring the little flier. It distracted me from my task-F’ri is getting food, and I am meant to be[/smear:219462] [smear:219462]finding the best seat. I will leave you to your food now![/smear:4c9693] Esheth gave another bow.


F’ri hummed as he finished picking up food, freezing as he noted where Esheth was. This wasn’t good, should he go and help her? Then again Esheth hadn’t wanted his help when she had fallen, maybe this would be more of the same.
"Or maybe I should help," He mumbled under his breath, watching as the Aurora began to rock, moving to set his food down at an empty table.

[Shoki]

Ivy enjoyed the brief amount of time that she was paid so much attention by the Aurora. Of course, when the conversation between the dragon and her mistress began she got quiet and merely flitted about, pleased for the good atmosphere. As a Green, she loved people, and moved when they were happy, so the joyous hatching feast was a good place in her mind.

“Is that so?” Hedara mused over how interested young dragonets were in everything around them. “In that event do-“ Hedara paused as she watched Ivy circle about the now rocking dragonet. It seemed the Green was quite interested in this one. The Aurora’s coloring did remind one of a Green dragoness, though the build was an Aurora’s of course. She wasn’t planning on it but she was in a good enough mood that she was willing to give in, at least a little bit to what her flying friends wished. “Would you and yours wish to join us here? You seem to get along well with Ivy.” The Green chittered briefly, so very pleased at what was being suggested. She loved new friends. Hedara could feel a reassuring wave from Temperanth, who very obviously approved of this. They had better not get used to it, but it was good day.

[Breeze]

[smear:4c9693] Come F'ri![/smear:33d790][smear:33d790] I have found us [/smear:219462][smear:219462] the very best place to sit![/smear:4c9693] Esheth chimed cheerfully, notifying him before placing her focus back on Ivy briefly, ceasing her rocking. F'ri, however, didn't move, and he didn't quite have any intentions of moving. Esheth's eyes whirled yellow slightly as she turned to look at her rider. [smear:4c9693] F'ri! It is rude[/smear:33d790][smear:33d790] to keep a Weyrwoman waiting! Come [/smear:219462][smear:219462] on over here and introduce yourself![/smear:4c9693]

Esheth, I am not going over there! The Weyrwoman does not want to sit with me, and if I went over there I would only be bothersome. You can stay over there if you would like, but I am staying here. F'ri firmly planted himself in the seat by his food. He was not going over there. No. He was staying right here, and there was nothing Esheth could do about it unless she came over and dragged him over there.

[smear:4c9693] I am sorry Weyrwoman,[/smear:33d790] Esheth apologized, [smear:33d790] F'ri is being most awfully rude and stubborn.[/smear:219462][smear:219462] If you will excuse me for a moment I will remedy this.[/smear:4c9693] She gave a slight bow, before scampering off in the direction she had sensed F'ri was in, stumbling every so often at her fast pace. 

F'ri's eyes widened as he saw the dragonet fast approaching. By the Egg, she must have heard the dragging comment, and now she intended to put that plan into action. He jolted to his feet, not wishing to have a scene caused. Alright! I'm coming! Just stop running! He picked up his food, following after the now calm Aurora as she led the way back to the table, shoving the feeling of dread and nervousness down further. "Weyrwoman Hedara," He greeted, slightly awkwardly, bowing his head in recognition as he set his plate of food down. "I'm sorry if Esh-" [smear:4c9693]Esheth![/smear:33d790] "Esheth has caused you any annoyance."

[Itoshii]

Cier smoothed the fabric of her vest. She had decided that a more feminine version of what a Weyrleader would usually wear to such a gathering was a better option than something along the lines of what she'd usually wear. She was settling rather well into the role she had been tossed into, though the fine details were still a bit out of her grasp. A weight had lifted off of her shoulders, however, once the eggs had finished hatching with all the babies Impressed off. It had been a good clutch, nothing too bad to speak of, and Brignith's pride in his offspring carried over to his rider.

The aforementioned Cloud lap sprawled in the dwindling light of the sun, a very interested presence in his rider's mind. He wished to learn more about his young and to be sure that they were all faring well on their first day free from the shell. They're fine, love. she smiled at his ledge as she left their quarters to head down to the feast. A wherry mother would be jealous of your maternal instinct. she jibed, glancing around at the few that had managed to gather in the dining hall before her.

Hrmph. he snorted at her as if he should be doing any different. Shame there weren't any Clouds.

She smiled again but didn't reply. She knew he'd been hoping for a miniature version of himself to come from one of the eggs, but she also knew he was not disappointed in the clutch he had sired. The smallest of the clutch, White Tinidrith, had easily won his heart when she had leapt out of the midst of the chaos to make the life of the wonderful deaf woman his own rider had introduced herself to. He had been fond of the woman and was happy that the little white had chosen her. Whitepairs were often wonder teams of intelligence, at least he though so (even if that feeling was just brought about by his pride in Tini, as he'd decided to call her.)

Unsure of where to head first, she opted for the obvious choice of going to greet Hedara. She waited for the little Aurora to wander off again before speaking. "Good evening Weyrwoman." she gave her a small smile. "That was a wonderful Hatching, I do believe." She glanced out at all the Hatchlings as they arrived for food and fun. "Brignith is happy with the outcome to say the least. You would think it was his first Hatching all over again."

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

L'van didn't like dressing up, not as an goal in and of itself, at least. However, he was a lordling (even if he had a dragon now) and he did enjoy projecting that image. For which, of course, there was nothing better than a good bit of dress-up.

Adjusting his fur-lined collar with a quick downward jerk on the left side, he strode into the room and made for the food. On the way there, he nearly collided with a slightly younger man, the Chromerider.

"Watch your step!" he snapped.

T'vax came to a sudden, jarring, halt and glared. At a different time, he might have avoided this confrontation, but he'd had enough of skulking. "Why don't you worry about watching your own step, Lord Clumsy Brat," he snapped back.

Silence, as if the whole area around the two young men held its breath.

[summerrain]

Ch'ara stretched and stood, watching as Velageth curled up in his bed. The Brown had just eaten, and now he was ready to sleep. Ch'ara laughed softly. "It's fine Velageth. You sleep. It's time for me to get food now anyway." He picked up the bucket of meat, only a small layer of cubes remained on the bottom of the bucket. Velageth gave His one last tired look before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. Ch'ara laughed again and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. He dropped the bucket off in the kitchen, just inside the doorway, before heading to the feast.

He first went up to Hedara, his light brown Weyrling knots on his shoulders as he stepped up to her. "Weyrwoman," he greeted her, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Velageth wishes me to give you his greetings as well. He has just been fed and found that he didn't want to put a damper on the party by falling asleep at the table." A pop split the air above his head, and a silver and gold flit circled before landing on his shoulder. Ch'ara rubbed her head with two fingers. Of course, she wasn't his, but she was his older sister's. And, of course, Yuki cared for him, so Grace did as well. He dipped his head respectfully to the Weyrwoman, still smiling, before continuing on to look for some of the others. He knew the new Healer was the one who Impressed to the White dragoness, and he wanted to get to know her better. Then again, he didn't really know his fellow Weyrlings all that well anyway.

[Shoki]

Ivy watched the Aurora carefully as she went to her rider, looking as patient as she could manage. However, when a more familiar face arrived, Ivy chittered a greeting Cier. Hedara’s gaze shifted to the Weyrleader, and observed her clothing. Hedara had not been forced by…parties of whom would not be spoken (least that summon them) to dress up. So she was infinitely more casual, or rather, practical. Cier looked more formal, which admittedly, was nice to have to offset her. When the other woman spoke, Hedara returned in kind.

“Good evening, Weyrleader.” Hedara gave a small nod to Cier as she spoke. “I have no complaints. It is well Brignith is proud, a hatching not so vexing as previous have been will be good for us all.” And more importantly, now it was over she could get back to a half decent sleep schedule. “Likewise, Temperanth is still overly pleased.” Temperanth chuckled in the back of her mind, though Hedara ignored it. She was not in the habit of putting her emotions on display, though it seemed she had little issues declaring for her Ice Queen. It was not long before the new Aurora weyrling came back, and Ivy naturally gravitated toward them. Hedara’s gaze shifted to include both the Weyrleader and the new Weyrling before speaking frankly.

“She has not inconvenienced me in any way. She is very well mannered.” Hedara noted the name Esheth for her notes. She did like to keep tabs on her Weyrlings. Call it being prepared. Of course that thought brought up all manner of more paranoid thoughts which put something of a dampener on her mood. She wasn’t given any time to dwell on it, as another of the new Weyrlings came forward. She recognized him, as she had put something in motion for him, though apparently it hadn’t gone through quite quickly enough.

“Give to him my greetings in return.” Hedara watched him bow out and head to the party, something catching her eye as she did so. T’vax and L’van were staring each other down, and it did not look like a kind thing. The woman leaned back in her chair and snapped her fingers, Ivy instantly turning toward Hedara and moving to orbit her. The Green was quite well trained, in her own way. The woman thought intently about the Chromerider, Ivy picking up the directed thoughts.

“Ivy, fetch.” This was probably the most direct statement anyone present had heard Hedara make to Ivy. She kept her voice somewhat low though, so it might not have been heard. Instantly Ivy made a beeline for T’vax and landed on his shoulder, giving a single chirp, and waited for her existence to be acknowledged.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T'vax started, his head turning to take in the firelizard that had settled on his shoulder. Of course, he recognized Ivy immediately, though it took a couple seconds for him to calm down enough to react. Of course, L'van didn't choose to help the calming process.

"You will apologize!" L'van's voice cut through what little noise there was in the two riders' general vicinity.

L'vanMine, perhaps this is best continued later? That is the Weyrwoman's firelizard.

T'vax opened his mouth, then clenched it shut and swallowed, clenching his fists. He gave L'van one more good glare, then turned and strode off towards Hedara, ignoring L'van's shouted words, except to call, over his shoulder:

"You should heed your dragon's advice!"

Upon reaching Hedara, T'vax bowed, although he was still obviously bristling.

"You wished to see me?" he inquired.

[shapeshifter]

Andromedae came waltzing into the Hatching Feast, making herself known to some of her fellow Weyrlings from her hatching, Saphierah and Skylar. She began to chit chat with the girls, discussing their newly bondeds in an excited chatter.

She then had her eye caught by L'van who was in an altercation with a ChromeRider. She had a look of instant hate fall over her face as the yells between the Riders grew, all of it directed at T'vax.

How dare he talk to her L'van in such a manner?

She watched as the ChromeRider left; she walked over to L'van. She was wearing a pure white, long sleeved dress that faded to an ice blue swirled with purple at the bottom of the dress. The full skirt swirled gracefully around her ankles. It was form fitted from her bust to her hips, flowing out to a full skirt.

She found herself standing in front of L'van, "Hello, L'van." She said sweetly, "What was that about?"

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

"You mean besides the fact that he's a useless, threadfodder..."

Thoth was trying to break in, but L'van ignored him, still growling about the Chromerider even as he turned towards Andromedae. He'd intended to just look, but his eyes wouldn't move away from her. She looked simply astounding. For some reason, he didn't feel as angry anymore. He clung to it, not wanting to relinquish his righteous wrath at the Chromerider, but it kept slipping through his hands.

Finally, he was left standing there, anger dissipated (for now) and about to say the first thing that same to mind.

"You look good in that dress. You should wear things like that more often."

[shapeshifter]

"Well, he may be a threadfodder but you're still much more than he'll be."

Then he complimented her nicely.

Andromedae blushed as she looked at L'van's handsome face. How come he looked so ravish-able tonight? She had a shiver trickle down her spine but made no move to show it. She simply looked to the floor, back up at L'van and bashfully said, "Well, thank you L'van, sir."

She then got the sudden urge to dance as the Harper's struck up the music. It was that time of the night anyways.

"Care to dance? I know you must have some training under that belt of yours!" She grabbed his hand and made a slight tug, "Please?" She made a cute little sad face, hoping he'd take the bait and agree to dance with her. She was good with the "sad canine face" look.