Ayleneth's Hatching 73.11.18

[darkwanderer]

M'Ros smiled at Svak, but included everyone in the gesture,
"They are a hungry bunch" he agreed and looked down at Argeneth. His hide seemed to swirl and shift even as he looked at it. He truly was a beautiful creature,
Of course I am beautiful M'RosMine the Dragonet said calmly. M'Ros grinned,
"Yes you are, the most beautiful Aurora outside of Ice Stone Weyr" he said. Something occurred to him just then and it brought about a wave of anxiety. Would they want to take the Auroras and their Riders back to Ice Stone? He most certainly didn't want to leave his friends, but he also didn't want to impose upon the other Weyr. What if they had more than enough Weyrlings to be worried about?
As long as we're together M'RosMine, it doesn't matter where we are Argeneth said with such adoration in his voice that it banished M'Ros's anxieties. He did not want to leave behind Svak, K'Tar or his new acquaintance Kokoro, but he would do it if that was asked of him.

[Simile]

Oh no! Oh no! He was late again! Why was he always late! Dandzael was dashing into the Hatchin Sands and bowing to the mother. "So sorry... so sorry lovely Ayleneth...." he muttered as he ran to take his place with the other male candidates. He hoped the mother would not punish him.

Of course.. at Archith's hatching it had been hsi brother who was late, not himself. Faranth! And hsi brother had Impressed instead of him. It wasn't fair. He hoped he would Impress. How could he not? He had ot have a chance.....

((Sorry... x.x it's so short *flails* ))

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

“Are they always this short?” K’tar asked. Certainly the one he’d been standing in had seemed longer, but the perspective of the guests was, he suspected, entirely different. The whole Hatching seemed to blur together. He had cheered for M’ros when the Aurora Impressed, he’d seen Dandzeal race onto the Sands late, and had crossed his fingers, hoping that his friend would Impress, he’d seen N’kio and Metanath go running to greet the final pair of new Weyrlings, and then, just like that, the Hatching had been over.

Jatheiron laughed. “All the ones I’ve been to have been short seeming, although I guess the one you stood in probably felt incredibly long to you.”

“It did at that,” K’tar replied. “I didn’t even have to stay on the Sands until the end of it and it still seemed to take forever.”

“Find me after the feast,” Jatheiron said. “I’ve got something you might like.”

No matter how hard he tried, K’tar couldn’t convince Jatheiron to tell him what the “something” was. He finally stopped bugging Jatheiron when the pair of them reached the Lord Holders who’d been invited. Jatheiron went off with them, while K’tar ducked into the kitchen and emerged with some not-so-officially-obtained meatrolls to snack on until the feast.

[Moo]

Metanath, rapt, listened to Elora and hummed before he fixed Saphireth with a bright gaze. Hello, Saphireth! My Rider and I are excited to meet you. He considered her quietness and gurgled, Don't worry about being shy. The best thinkers I know are quiet. He glanced over to N'kio, waiting for a sharp retort -- but the jab was lost on him, as he wasn't even paying attention. Eyes swirling with momentary annoyance, the Black settled down (taking up a fair bit of room in the process) and crossed his forelimbs, content with observing Saphireth move about.

N'kio's eyes, however, never left Elora as she hurried around to feed the DarkBlue dragonet. "It truly is the most incredible feeling in the world," he agreed. "Nothing can...well, actually, almost nothing can compare to it. But that's neither here nor there." He sat down beside Elora and kept quiet once he noticed her eyes unfocus -- a sure sign that she was conversing with Saphireth.

His smile grew wider. It was one thing for her to talk to Metanath -- nothing special about that -- but it was another thing entirely to see her having a conversation with her own dragon. That was what made imagining the topic so enjoyable. Any ideas as to what they're talking about?

Not about you, if that's what you're considering. You're boring. I'd more than likely say it was about food, or else they're just getting to know each other.

I'm not the boring one, you are! Now 'shh', I'm trying to watch.

You asked me the question in the first place, he grumbled.

N'kio grinned and winked at Metanath, who was trying his best to avoid all interaction with him now, so he turned to watch as the dragonet inhaled the offered food. He leaned over to Elora.

"Metanath still eats like that, you know," he whispered loudly. "Probably why he's so fat." He nodded to himself, as if that explanation solved everything. "Mmmm, yes. Might want to watch Saphireth in the future. You know, just a thought."

I am not fat, I'm muscular. The Black sat up abruptly, slapping the ground with his tail in the process. Get it right!

Only if you admit I'm not boring.

Only if you say I'm not fat!

"It apears...we find ourselves at a draw."

Hmmph, Metanath sniffed, more annoyed by the fact that he couldn't win this round, as opposed to the comment about his size (which he knew his Rider really didn't mean). I'm going to ignore you now and watch Saphireth. Don't bother me or I'll bite you.

N'kio laughed, and then lightly tapped Elora on the shoulder. "Hey, this means you can travel to Melisong now," he said, looking from her to her dragonet and back. "Since you're one for self-educating. Though I must admit, in terms of fantastic views, food, and people...Cliffside is the better bet. Much more fun. Closer, too."

[Nicole]

If N'kio had said something during her conversation with Saphirith, she hadn't heard it. She slipped another piece of meat into the DarkBlue's mouth, drops of blood rolling down her hands and hitting the ground.

For Saphirith's part, she had heard everything Metanath said with perfect clarity. However, the dragon was large and overzealous and as the food in front of her took far more priority, she did not answer.

However, she did catch the comments about Metanath being fat and Metanath's promptly pissy response, and she resisted the urge to giggle. Saphirith's slow moving away from Metanath and closer to her didn't go unnoticed by her new Rider.

What's wrong?
I am hungry. And he is large and likes to talk.
Is that bad?
I think he may be diseased. Are all dragons this... prone to staring?

Saphirith's tongue licked the blood off of Elora's hand as Elora bit her lip to stop from laughing. She looked up, still trying to keep from a gigglefit, as N'kio tapped her on the shoulder.

"Perhaps. Though I think you may be biased. And I do need to learn many other things before I can get there!"

[Moo]

“I would say that’s a fair bet,” laughed N’kio. “But yes, you’re absolutely right. Your lessons with Saphireth should always come first. Before anything else, really.”

Before anyone else, he wanted to add, though he already knew that anything between them would have to wait. This was expected from a Weyrling pair, of course, but that didn’t make the idea of waiting any more enjoyable. They can’t visit until Saphireth is bigger, but it’s not as if I can’t see her – see them – until their training is completed. So we’ll be doing a lot of visiting in the mean time, Metanath.

The Black didn’t respond, though the color in his eyes changed to a smug I-figured-that-out-already blue. It seemed like a perfect plan, so N’kio continued to talk, feeling as if he should impart some sort of ‘older-Rider wisdom’ to her. (Metanath narrowly avoided snickering.)

“Just remember to follow your lessons exactly, and if you’re not entirely sure about your limits, don’t push them yet – particularly with flying. Plenty of time to do that later,” he smiled. If there was ever a girl who looked nice with blood on her arms, she was the only one.

Fighting the urge to roll his eyes at what his Rider was thinking, Metanath turned to Elora. Swimming will help Saphireth’s wing muscles, but don’t push too hard.

“And if you’re worried, I promise you these lessons won’t be as dull as what they’ve had you doing as a Candidate.” He sniffed, and ran a hand over his beard in thought. “I would avoid the self-teaching here, so don’t be afraid to go up to other Riders if you need help.”

Also, don’t follow N’kio’s past example of skipping classes, Metanath added. He missed a few, probably chasing a girl, and paid well for it in the end. Not that I minded, of course, but I would –

“—What are you talking about? You just about had a fit, if I’m not mistaken.”

The Black sighed loftily, Details, details, and rose to a sitting position. Anyway, Elora, I wouldn’t want you or Saphireth getting into trouble, so if you avoid doing anything N’kio says, you should be fine. With the exception of staying safe and following rules.

Just at that moment, a small firelizard popped out from Between and perched on N’kio’s shoulder, chirping with excitement.

Raising a hand to pet the annoying creature, N’kio looked apologetically over at Elora. “I’m afraid we’ve been summoned back,” he announced with a sigh, noticing Metanath rise to his feet. “Wish we could stay, but you’ll be in good hands here, and no doubt tired after a while.” The firelizard launched off his shoulder and disappeared Between again, his task complete, and N’kio moved to mount up on Metanath. “I hope we’ll see you two soon. Have fun at the Hatching feast tonight!”

The Black avoided sentimental goodbyes today, though he watched Saphireth as N’kio settled between his shoulders. Take care, Elora, he hummed, before spreading his wings and lifting off into the sky.

Cliffside was calling once more.