Graduation
Shadowed Solitude
Shadows dominate this weyr as only a few glowbaskets have been placed along the rough, unpainted walls. Spacious enough to accommodated both rider and dragon, only a few pieces of furniture crowds the floor space; A large table, made from a slab of oak wood with four posts attached to it for legs, seats six, though only four chairs are placed around it. Toward the back of the weyr, an alcove has been cut out of the stone, making a sleeping space for Khena, her furs and pillows spread out to make her comfortable at night, while a rounded depression to the left of the entrance seems fitted to a dragon's body, two large pegs set in the wall, big enough to hang the dragon's straps on. To the right side of the entrance, a circle of stones keeps a fire contained, a necessity in the Reaches winter, though it fills the weyr with a constant smell of smoke, mixed in with the scent of dragon. A few shelves have been cut out of the rock, providing space for a rider's belongings to be displayed for visitors. Letting in only slivers of light, a large oiled canvas hangs from the entrance, keeping out most of the harsh freezing weather, while just beside the entrance several small pegs allow for rider and visitors to hang their overclothes.
It is a summer before dawn. The air is calm and a bit chilly still. The sky overhead is clear, and a constellation of stars dust the sky from horizon to horizon.
On the ledge, you see Mneoth.
You see Khena's Box, Stuffed Firelizard, Aya, Flasket of Tillek Sweet Cider, Midnight Chipped Sediment, and Jar of Sweesticks [Kinecha] here.
Khena
Eyes, grayish-green, look out from under long arched brows, darker than the shock-white blonde hair sitting on top of her head. Ragged and uneven ends cut short, bears witness that she doesn't put much interest in personal appearance. A bend in her long, narrow nose, tells of a long forgotten break, and adding to that is a two-inch scar on her right cheek, giving her a face of someone who's lived a hard life. High angular cheekbones and a strong square chin adds to the impression of masculinity, while the arched brows makes her retain some femininity in an otherwise harsh face. Shoulders and upper arms are hardened from long hours of training and work, as is thigh and -calf muscles, while hands and long fingers are callused and scarred. Along her flat abdomen is a five-inch scar, one of many on her body, but the one most predominant. Breasts are small and rounded, almost invisible when she's wearing baggy or heavy clothing, making her look all the more masculine, her height of almost six feet doing nothing to diminish that impression. Slightly tanned face and hands, from hours spent outside, complete the image of a woman easily mistaken for a man.
Matte-black, fleece-lined riding-jacket drapes loosely around Khena's upper body, tufts of the crystalline white lining showing at cuffs and collar. A line of metallic buckles down the front, add sparks of iciness in the darkness of the leather, continued in the buckles of the wide riding-belt, which is as black as the jacket. Forming her trousers are lithe leathers, stitched together with a moss-green thread, forming rows of x's all the down the side of her legs, disappearing into knee-high boots, glossy-black, with buckles matching those of jacket and riding-belt.
Twisting together in a single loop, around her left shoulder, are two cords the color of High Reaches Weyr; Black and blue. Midnight's colors, which extends into a small tail, snaking down the front. Interwoven with the dark cords is a thread of mahogany, representing her brown lifemate, while a tassle signifies that she is the Wingsecond of the Wildfire Weyrling Wing.
She is awake and looks alert.
Khena is 23 Turns, 6 months, and 16 days old.
Khena has no apparent threadscoring.
You go to the Mneoth's Matrix.
Mneoth's Matrix
Located two thirds up the wall of the Weyr, the view from this ledge is excellent. Looking up, up, up, over one's head, the Spires can be seen reaching toward the sky above. Below, the Bowl is spread out beneath one's feet, making any activity on the ground visible. The ledge itself is wide enough to hold two dragons, and deep enough to accommodate them comfortably, though only the left side hold the tell-tale hollow of many generations of dragons lounging there.
It is a summer before dawn. The air is calm and a bit chilly still. The sky overhead is clear, and a constellation of stars dust the sky from horizon to horizon.
Brown Mneoth is here.
With Mneoth lending a weary forearm, you have no trouble getting to a stable seat between his neckridges.
Mneoth [Mneoth's Matrix]
Myrrh and mahogany fuse together across muzzle and headknobs, entwine about prominent eyeridges, and sweep all silk and sisal down the grand lengths of this broad and ponderous dragon. Lighter klah-brown erodes the sharp edges of his powerful neckridges before dissolving into the brooding layers of umber sweeping his belly and forelegs. His smooth, suave hide speckles to bronze across the rounded curves of his withers, as if momentarily blessed by the sun. Wingsails - wide and high - are cloaked in a marbling of black, gray, and fawn, to create a secretive cove of shadows and covert camouflage.
Black-dyed straps are looped twice around mahogany neckline, fitting tightly enough to prevent slipping in swift aerial moves. Though glossy black, the color blends in well with the dragon's brown hide, adding to the darker patches, matching without being imposing. Metallic buckles add flashes of reflected light to the overall image, giving the strap-design an edge of starkness, softened only by the un-dyed rider's straps used to secure the rider to the dragon when flying.
Mneoth seems to be listening.
Above the Northern Bowl
Spires' magnitude and towering presence looms over the northern aspect of the bowl's sky; the narrow nonuniformity of their perpendicular rise gives way to depict the overall spontanuity of the weyr. Seasonably unpredictable thermals keep you aloft with this portion of the sky, oft to be slightly tepid due to the ocean's close proximity. At this vantage rests the weyrs and ledges of the weyrleaders themselves. Meanwhile, a panoramic scene unfolds below: numerous dragons, riders, and weyrfolk often lounge below, despite the seasonaly changes from winter to summer, and visa versa. To the northwest, the perpetual warmth of the hatching sands provides an influx of inquisitive visitors and possible candidates, while the newness of the weyrling barracks resides to the east.
It is a summer before dawn. The air is calm and a bit chilly still. The sky overhead is clear, and a constellation of stars dust the sky from horizon to horizon.
Gliding around are Precious, Persnickety, Cyclone, and Shango.
South you go, gliding across the bowl.
Above the Bowl
The ocean's tranquil thermals settle within the center section of the bowl's airspace, unusually smooth and bouyant -- though oft to switch as the seasons shift. Lingering beneath spires' constant presence, the perpetual activity of the weyr can be observed from every direction: from the testing rustle of dragonet wings, to the playful games sent aloft.
It is a summer before dawn. The air is calm and a bit chilly still. The sky overhead is clear, and a constellation of stars dust the sky from horizon to horizon.
Gliding around is Rowan.
Wings tired? Or you just want to feel solid earth beneath your paws...
Central Bowl
Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of the area.
To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold.
It is a summer before dawn. The air is calm and a bit chilly still. The sky overhead is clear, and a constellation of stars dust the sky from horizon to horizon.
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are sixteen firelizards.
Green Kelitath, green Zoryanth, gold Chayath, blue Sakuruth, bronze Jhanath, green Zaqith, bronze Rixesith, brown Druseth, green Miravith, blue Lainnoth, and green Alymath are here.
You see a wagonmaster, George Dubya bush, Trash n Treasures, and Trey's Trumbling Wagon here.
G'deon is here.
Mneoth crouches low as you shift to the ground below.
G'deon
G'deon appears at first glance to be quite calm and collected, though a mischievous gleam seems to tint his blue eyes from time to time. He has grown into a rather well built frame and finally stopped growing a few inches over six feet. Many Turns of hard work have helped his shoulders fill out considerably, along with his arms, hands and chest. His legs however are still the wiry limbs of his youth, which he will never lose. His sandy blond hair is kept quite clean, but it is beginning to grow out a little on top managing to look a bit tousled at times, a golden frame for a lightly tanned face accented by his calm eyes of sapphire, clear and blue as the summer sky over High Reaches.
A tunic of dark blue wool, the color of the ocean deep, fits like a glove to his well-built chest but offers a little peek; it flows out loose at the shoulders, the collar left open wide, allowing whoever cares to look a glimpse of what lies inside. Breeches of darkly tanned leather pour down from the narrow waist, fitting with ne'er a wrinkle, wiry limbs brandy-encased. A softened luster glimmers from this young rider's hide, but nothing compares to those gleaming boots, dark like the silence of night.
Unwavering shadows intertwine with the deep dark blue of a glacier, the two cords forming three glossy loops, mingled throughout with a fine ribbon of shimmering bronze, and two shinning silver tassels hang from the top of the knot naming G'deon as the Weyrleader of High Reaches.
He is awake and looks alert.
G'deon is 24 Turns, 3 months, and 12 days old.
Cerdith drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Cerdith extends a graceful forelimb as Reiko dismounts, easing her way safely to solid ground.
Rhajath drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*. Chelle slides down Rhajath's side, landing with a thump on the ground below.
Chelle lands on the ground with a *umph*, turning to pat Rhajath, the standard after-flying procedure. "Okay, now find you a good warm spot, and get some sun. That blue on your neck /could/ be brighter." she teases, smiilng up at him before turning towards her fellow weyrlings. "Well, well.../last/ day as weyrlings..actually, not even a day! How're you all?" she asks as she walks to join them.
Ayamizureth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Loe slinks carefully over sinew'd neck, squirming along stony hide and landing on the ground with an oomph.
Khena is standing tip-toe, hanging onto Mneoth's straps for balance as she reaches up to scratch the klah-brown neckridges. "You just /had/ to go and get an itch when I'd already dismounted," she mutters, stopping the scratching to slump against the brown side, blinking at the people who'd suddenly appeared around her.
Cerdith backwings to land a bit away from the others gathered, Reiko still blinking sleep from her eyes. At least she doesn't look as tousled as she feels, slipping to the ground with a light thud and a puff of dust and tucking a stray chunk of hair behind one ear. Chelle's greeting is returned with a twisted halfsmile and a nod. "Quite well, thanks," she says lightly, not bothering to add 'tired'. "You?" The muttering Khena gets a sidelong glance, unconsciously appraising, but no comment. Cerdith ambles to one side, furling his wings against his back with a flourish and finding a comfortable place to wait.
Chelle
Standing before you is a woman, a bit short, as she is only about five feet tall. She's also on the thin side, and if you get a look at her hands, you'll see many callouses there, hinting at hard work. She has light brown hair that gets even lighter, nearer to blonde, when she's been out in the sun for any length of time. It is worn shoulder-length, with the ends curling under. Her eyes are a light blue color, framed by long eyelashes. She has a stub of a nose, high cheekbones, and a thin set of lips that, when she smiles, shows nice, even, white teeth.
Icy blue enwraps itself around sleek curves, shipfish grey twining in and out of supple leather's aqua plateau. Sky unravels across silver-blue's mystique, simmering down into turbulent seas of precious sapphire around the knees, storm-cloud grey engulfing oceanic currents in it's wrathful grasp, shuddering with the intensity of grape's stained hue, culminating into ebony's decisive clasp around slender ankles, a small black beaded fringe adding that extra extravagance. Soft-white embraces her torso, engulfing feminine curves in a glorious contrast to leather's sultry black and in a cheerful union with aqua's iridescence, leaving arms bare and midriff hidden; limbs only to be hidden beneath a jacket crafted from the finest of leathers, variegating hues starting at autumn sky's brilliant blue and concluding at navy's regal darkness. Perched on Chelle's shoulder is Sombre. Perched on Chelle's shoulder is Hype. Perched on Chelle's shoulder is Lyon.
She wears, on one shoulder, a new knot, made of a double cord, blue and black, with a single loop. Running through it is a lighter blue cord, indicating the color of her new lifemate.
She is awake and looks alert.
Chelle is 19 Turns, 5 months, and 3 days old.
Chelle has a recent slight wrist score.
Reiko
Jet black hair falls shiny and straight just to her chin, a fringe of shorter hair in front just brushing delicate brows. Her skin is creamy-pale, with just a faint blush on high cheekbones and full lips. Wide-set emerald eyes are tipped up slightly at the outside corners and framed with thick black lashes, giving her a vaguely feline appearance. Neither overly tall nor overly short, Reiko stands straight-shouldered with quiet confidence and moves with an easy, quiet grace.
Supple leather clings to Reiko's slim form, so dark it seems true black until just the right light hits it, when it gives off a rich, plum glow. The jacket is a bit roomy but still tailored, more casual than truly elegant, given the collar up-turned in back in a flirtatiously naive way. Smudge-dark bronze fastenings allow for quite a bit of modification in how it is worn, even allowing a bit of cleavage to show when the jacket is not tightly closed for flight. The lapels are dyed a pleasant, contrasting cream, the color echoing in trim along the cuff and edges, as well as along reinforced seams. Emphasizing her slim hips and thighs, the trousers have just enough give to be comfortable, are snug enough to attract admiration. The cut widens a bit further down, parting in a slit below the knee along the outside of the calf to accommodate softly-buffed black boots.
Two cords, royal blue and black, intertwine in a single loop on her shoulder. The small tail and two tassels tell any who look that Reiko is Wingleader for the Wildfire Wing at High Reaches Weyr... and the brilliant turquoise ribbon weaving around and about the cords proudly signifies her lifemate, blue Cerdith.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Reiko is 21 Turns, 1 month, and 9 days old.
Skeseth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Sua slips down silently, hitting the ground without a sound with little help from Skeseth.
Serafa walks in.
Sua
Silence wisps through the thin threads of woven sepia hair, tailing down the curves of the shoulders and halting to a firm stop in a smooth straight tip just above mid-torso, each mahogany strand glinting with bleached blonde strips transforming a more honey-gold aura within umber depths. Obligatory optics blaze a bright amber and bear an arrogant hazel edge in a curious blend of hues. Personality swells in a mysterious form around the castaneous skin that stretches to cover the lithe body. Stiff frame stands tall and slender and keeps a graceful balance, bold spirit sparks and sizzles to show the daring glint in every hue embedded in the clear eyes. Tall and graceful, youth still shows in the sparking gold orbs around tawny velvet flesh that envelopes her form, strangely darkening around slender fingers.
Snugged tightly around this brownrider is a nice set of leathers, an impossible black covering every part of her clothing. Pants hug her hips, showing every nice curve before stretching out a bit and sinking up into deep dark crimson flames at the bottom. Suffocating shades seem to linger around the edges of leather pants, disappearing into the thick black shine of new boots. Moving upwards, the darkness begins to fade into a reddish-blue hint, where burning and drowning is the way for a devil's torture. Depressed red and black merges once again with the tight velvet thin skin of a shirt showing off her womanly form, only covered slightly by the comfortable fur-lined ebony jacket, just as snug-fitting as the rest of her clothes. Jacket is left opened, bearing her neck and the low V-cut shape of the shirt, with the final gloomy look descending upon the somber outfit.
Proudly displayed on one shoulder is her knot of a double twisted cord, with one strand blue and the other one black, in just one single loop and a small tail. It has an addition of a brown ribbon and a tassle to display that she is a Sr. Weyrling Wingsecond at High Reaches with her brown lifemate.
She is awake and looks alert.
Sua is 21 Turns, 1 month, and 22 days old.
Sua has no apparent threadscoring.
Chelle grins, eyes sparkling with excitement at the day to come, "Oh, I'm fine." she waves it off, though the wave of her right hand brings a bit of a grimace to her face. Ouch! She looks the others over, "Everybody looks so different now that the uniforms are gone!" she observes.
Yajisarath meanders in from the north. Yajisarath pulls her wings in tightly as she lowers her upper body towards the ground, allowing Lorsalia to dismount.
Sua tries her best to dismount, grumbling softly at the tight new leathers that prevent her from too much movement. A few audible curses can be heard, that and the chittering of something under the brownling's jacket. "You already ate, 'Seth, so don' be thinking of 'ny excuses." Hand soflty thumps the brown's side, boots slidding on the ground as the young woman makes her trun, narrowed eyes soon softening to the sight of fellow weyrlings, a slow smile twitching on her lips. "'M not late, am I?" She could always be late, of course...
Ayamizureth trundles in from the direction of the pens, making herself quite comfortable in some as-yet unoccupied spot of the bowl, leaving Loe to shuffle across half of it in order to make her way to those /other/ people. "You can't be /helpful/, no. Now I Have to go and get all dusty and I look stupid and you're really not helpful." Loe grumbles loudly, even as Aya folds her wings back and falls asleep. Wake her up when the good stuff starts. "Hmph."
"No... No more, Mneoth," Khena says, taking a deep breath as she pushes off the brown's side, looking over the other weyrlings, no longer in uniform. "It's good to be out of uniform," she notes, rolling a shoulder in a shrug, then stands tip-toe again to reach her lifemate's itchy spot again. "You really coulda told me for I dismounted..."
Loe
Blindingly bright -- brilliant silver tumbles over greenlet's head, feathery, rimrod-straight mass settling neatly at her rear. Thick bangs are combed carefully away from her forehead, styled to frame her face; thick locks curve closely against a narrow, heart-shaped face, tips curling up under a prominent jaw and chin. A few stray wisps flutter over sharply arched silver 'brows; vivid amethyst-indigo eyes gleam out darkly from beneath, owlish sockets curving into chubby cheeks and a hawkish nose, both dusted with a thin layer of pink over wint'ry-pale skin -- rosy carnation matches thin lips, quirked most often into a frown. Figure is slim; limbs are lank and decidedly muscular, curves carefully maintained -- slender shoulders settle into a cutely curvaceous torso, semi-flat stomach flaring into a shapely set of hips and rear. It's an odd match the the rest of her, but enough to appease the rider's ego.
Blackness clings -- tangible shadows hug greenlet's figure as fur-lined wherhide, buckles and laces galore to make it all the much easier to remove. Torso is of an interesting design; thick, silver-lined suspenders criss-cross over a thick grey tunic, sewn firmly to tight trous. Mid-thigh boots hide the silver-piping laces up legs' sides -- buckled sparsely in silver and folded over at the top to reveal another flash of grey, chunky footwear supports 'rider well; a rather elegant coat is pulled snugly over her torso, trimmed in silver and again lined in fur. High neckline gives her a rather swanlike appearance -- swirling hemline hides most of her boots, ending up a little above her ankles and undoing whatever good it may have done her appearance in the first place. A thick silver ribbon holds her hair up in a mass of flat buns to make slipping on her riding helmet all the easier: headwear matches the trim on the hat, as well as the careful stitching on ebon, elbow-length gloves: 'property of loe'.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Loe is 22 Turns, 2 months, and 2 days old.
Loe has no apparent threadscoring.
Lorsalia
Pink is Lorsalia's favorite color, so why not wear it all the time? Her strawberry blond hair, which was once her greatest pride, is dressed in chunks of flamingo pink and the wavy locks fall to her waist; mostly blond, the last few inches or so are completely pink and the sections framing her face are pink from root to split ends. Lorrie's complexion is light with a dusting of freckles over her well-placed cheekbones and almost pug nose, from pixy-pointed ear to pixy-pointed ear. Her eyebrows are thin, almost transparently light, and arch to match her moods. Lorsa's grey-blue eyes, tilted and almond shaped, work with her eyebrows; sometimes more one color than another, they are a true barometer for the moodswings she can get into. In the last stages of adolescence, her figure has begun to fill out more completely, with soft curves appearing where she once appeared almost skinny. Bosom is full and firm, her waist is tiny, and her wide hips curve gracefully to long legs, although she isn't very tal yet. She carries her head high on a long neck which curves into softly sloping shoulders and graceful arms ending in hands strong for the domestic chores she enjoys and soft from all the oilings given to Yajisarath.
Pink?!? Why of course. Bright, flashy, noticeable, draw lots of attention to Lors, Flamingo Pink. Other than that it's just your basic everyday riding leathers. Pants form fitting till the legs begin to flare out a bit as the material reaches towards the ground. A pocket on each side, left and right, front and back. As well as one of each thigh, half way between knee and hip, covered with a flap of the same material, this time in a purple equally as bright, fasting closed with a button of Tangerine Orange. The jacket too is made to fit perfectly. Pockets on each side for easy storage of gloves, as well as a breast pocket on both left and right in an Electric Purple to match those on the thighs finishing with matching orange buttons. The last few finger lengths of each sleeve can be removed from the rest of the jacket. These strips decorated by little daisy like pieces of material in matching orange and purple, a tiny bell attached to the middle of each. And to finish off the whole ensemble little bells are evenly spaced around the bottom of the pant legs and the bottom of the jacket, which, just in case you should forget, is all bright Flamingo Pink! Lorsalia wears a small ring on her right hand ring finger. It is silver with gold inlays making kaelidoscopic patterns with the flecks of amethyst and sapphire set into the silver.
The ebon black and sapphire blue double cord, single loop, and small tail of a senior weyrling's knot decorates Lorsalia's shoulder, plus an emerald ribbon for her lifemate Yajisarath.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Lorsalia is 16 Turns, 10 months, and 18 days old.
Kearneth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Zylpheth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Rianne is politely but /very/ firmly slid off Kearneth's neck and to the ground with a gentle thud.
Kh'ryn slides down from the cloudy peaks of Zylpheth's neck, leaving the breathtaking view behind.
Rianne
A green-eyed stare greets you as you look at her, and flecks of gold and dark, chocolate shades of brown appear and disappear in the light, seemingly ever changing, holding an hint of elusiveness in their core as they stare boldly from under long, dark lashes. Her round shaped face and high, though rounded cheekbones give her a finely featured appearance that her light, delicate stature agrees with. Her pert, small, rosebud shaped mouth is the only feature that mars her dramatic appearance, givng a hint of laughter to her face, detracting from the class. Framing her lightly tanned face are cascading curls of so many different shades, it is hard to say what color her hair really is.Chocolate colored, dirt colored, sandy blond, golden, flaxen hued, even a bit of strawberry tinged and some strands so pale, they are almost white in color combine to produce an intriguing mass of ever changing hues. They fall wildy down her back in masses of ringlets, untamed, wild, rather like the girl herself who wears them so.
These are the colors of midnight that cling to Rianne on all sides and all parts of her, but not unrelievededly so. Tight, form fitting leather pants with fringes that flutter lightly with her movements cling to her dancer's legs, gracefully and sharply outlining any movement that she makes, acceunating the smoothness of her movements to a strong degree. The leathers themselves, done in a black that would blend in with the darkest hours of the night, yet shine with the glistening of light when torches' light catch it, sending hints of the star's white light dancing across it, almost as if it were the night sky pictured there. Above her waist, a billowing deep blue shirt can be seen just slightly peeking out, shining faintly in any light with a luster that cannot be mistaken, but it is under a jacket, a jacket done in the same glistening black as her leathers, shining with a simple elegance and well sewn quality that cannot be mistaken, and fitting to her small figure to perfection, drawn shut at the waist, but halfway open down her chest, creating the very picture of relaxation. Perched on Rianne's shoulder is Trystane. Perched on Rianne's shoulder is Azriel. Perched on Rianne's shoulder is Cavalier.
The loop that Rianne wears on her shoulder proclaims her to be a High Reaches Weyrling, the cord of a deep blue threaded through it indciating the color of her lifemate as proudly and clearly as it can.
She is awake and looks alert.
Rianne is 21 Turns, 5 months, and 24 days old.
Lorsalia dismounts in a flood of jingles from the bells she and Yajisarath wear. Hitting the ground, the rider adjusts her pink jacket, redoing some of the lower-upper buttons so that cleavage might not show too much. "There, Jisa." She huffs, glaring at the golden green. "What else do you want me to do? Wrap myself in a blanket or something?" Already, though, the sixteen Turn old is removing the strips of pink leather from around her wrists and ankles, then stuffing the belled things into one of the saddle bags on her lifemate's straps.
Neolyth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Kh'ryn slides down from his quiet dragon; the blue's regular greetings and chatter towards the other dragons kept to a bare minimum. Khor, on the other hand, is smiling softly, though that grin doesn't quite reach his eyes. "G'morning all," he greets, coming up to G'deon and patting him heartedly on the back. "Fine day, is it not?" The pat on the back seems to have double meaning, as though the blond man is trying to tell the older rider something.... A gesture that nearly states, 'We need to talk.'
Serafa stumbles along behind Chelle, keeping to her shadow's as much as possible, not really knowing anyone at High Reaches really cept for the ex-nanny she just kinda turns shy, after all she really doesnt want to impose on thier special day or anything, a smile and a wave is offered to all and sundry, at least she was polite.
Cadgwith drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Reiko gives Chelle another look, as if just reminded to do so, emerald gaze sweeping appreciatively over the blueling's leathers. "Indeed," she says wryly, a twisted smirk curling the corners of her lips. But she's distracted by more muttering, and her gaze slides sidelong to check out Sua as she approaches, finding the stiffness of the new leathers oddly amusing. "No, not late," she replies lightly. "Just in time, I think. In fact, I was just going inside." She eyes the approaching dragons and riders with thinly veiled interest, then turns to head for the caverns.
S'cen slides from Neolyth's neck and lands gently on the ground.
Issryuith drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*. Hiza is removed from Issryuith's neck, sliding down and gaining assitantance from tail if need be.
Reiko saunters to the Caverns.
Chelle nods agreement at Khena, "Definitely good to be out of them, though I don't know if /these/ are any better. I suppose they better be, they're so expensive!" Of course she's gotta gripe about the cost! She takes a peek back at Rhajath, but he's comfy, it looks like, curled up in a hot spot where he can see everything and relax at the same time. Bells cause her to turn and grin as she notes Lorsalia and her pink leathers. She just rolls her eyes. It's to be understood. Reiko's look makes her get a bit pink, as usual, but she turns to Serafa without saying anything to Reiko. Might as well act like it's an everyday occurance.... "Busy around here, isn't it, Serafa?"
Pyrene carefully descends the cliff of Cadgwith's shoulder and foreleg until she's safely on land again.
Rianne flies in from the upper regions of the sky, just before another dragon who seems to be hot on her heels, Kearneth turning playful loops and turns in midair as if attempting to not only show off, but to enjoy doing it, with a rider who almost unwillingly seems to smile as he glides in for a landing with a flourish on the ground just in front of Kh'ryn and Zylpheth with a triumphant sound. "Good morning everyone," Rianne calls out almost on a forced cheerful note, looking back over her shoulder at Kh'ryn. "It is absolutely lovely....." As she looks up, she sees a brown dragon fly into land and a real smile comes over her face. "S'cen!" Rianne calls, running forward towards him.
Farleth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
T'am slides from Farleth's neck with a bit 'o help from the bronze, and lands safely on the ground.
T'am
Dark brown hair curls (and all too often tangles) as it tumbles about this young man's head. A few stray loops wander down across forehead and 'brows, barely brushing the lashes that frame his brown-flecked green eyes. The rest of his oval face is composed of an average nose, and a frequently grinning mouth. Bridge of nose and cheeks are dusted lightly with freckles. His frame is lean and wiry, filled out across shoulders and chest, muscles toned first from time spent as a miner, and now from life as a dragon rider. His skin is fair, though freckled here and there, and now again darkened red or brown by wind and sun. The only lines to mar it are a thin childhood scar on his left arm and whatever scrapes and bruises recent events have given him.
Riding gear! Its what all the fashionable dragon riders are wearing this season, and T'am is no exception. Jacket and pants are both made from wherhide: cured, then dyed a deep brown and lined on the inside for warmth. Attractive AND functional! For further protection against the cold of ::between::, sturdy calf-high boots cover T'am's feet. And of course, it wouldn't be complete without supple wherhide gloves (also a deep mahogany hue), a helmet, and goggles. This is one rider who will be prepared for threadfall.
T'am wears the double corded blue and black knot of a weyrling at High Reaches Weyr. A bright bronze thread interwoven in it shows him to be the lifemate of bronze Farleth.
He is awake and looks alert.
T'am is 17 Turns, 2 months, and 10 days old.
T'am has no apparent threadscoring.
Hiza
Not even reaching a full five Terran feet(4'9, really), this usually cheerful woman can only be classified as short. She is more cute than pretty, with an oval face, sharp-yet-soft nose, strong chin, and thin, rosy lips. Round, fern-green eyes are expressive, framed by thick lashes and thin eyebrows. Formally pale skin is now a light tan, freckles here and there a tawny shade, no longer a stark contrast to her onxy hair. Bangs cut choppily across her forehead, reaching unevenly to her 'brows. Dark hair falls in a straight curtain almost to her petite shoulders, framing her face, though adding a childish look to her. The greenrider is built slightly, muscles becoming athletic and well formed with the increase of activity, curves still just barely there. Though full grown, her height and build remain nearly identical to what they were at twelve, sparkle in her eyes and wide grin oft adding to this effect.
Bundled, indeed, is this rider. But in an absolutely lovely ensemble of lilac. Sleek is the leather that hugs her form just enough to be deemed revealing, as color gradiates into a darker lavender. Sleeves are looser than bodice of the jacket, tucked out at the ends to reveal the soft, white fur the item is lined with. Opening cuts diagonally across her best, kept together with darker purple buttons, or left slightly undone. When left open or when her jacket is off, smooth white-tinted-purple undershirt is revealed, almost caressing Hiza's body. Matching leather pants hug at barely-there hips and flare to the ground, revealing sturdy riding boots. A ribbon holding charms, Dusty Grey Necklace is worn with love and pride. Glittering and treasured, a thin chain hangs an Amethyst Charm about her neck.
Onyx glides with midnight, a double cord, a small tail giving rise to rank. Sr. Weyrling Wingrider, it says, with lovely green ribbon snaking and dancing through to tell of lifemate's color as well.
She is awake and looks alert.
Hiza is 21 Turns, 1 month, and 3 days old.
Hiza has no apparent threadscoring.
D'renn walks in.
D'renn
Dark curls flop into a still youthful, tanned face, but the faint thread of silver that twines back from D'renn's left temple has been joined by a salt&pepper sprinkle in his unruly mop of hair. He can only be described as short, wiry rather than stocky; muscles firm as a result of Turns of dragonriding. Blue eyes are framed by tiny laughter lines, another wrinkle or two furrowing a groove between thick black brows whenever he frowns - which is rarely. Mobile features are far more likely to smile, or laugh as D'renn makes yet another inappropriate joke at someone's expense... though malicious he never is, merely high-spirited and impulsive. The ingrained impetuosity shows too in the quick movements of someone who never sits still, but is constantly in fluid motion,
Velvet the very shade of the sea at night ripples dully over D'renn's torso, in the form of a long-sleeved thigh-length tunic. Gleaming with a tint of verdigris, copper buttons march down his chest, the top one undone in an expression of casualness at odds with D'renn's formal stance. Copper too are the suede trousers that cling obscenely tight to wiry thighs, matched by knee-high boots of a darker hue.
D'renn has a complicated knot once more: this one seems to have been stolen from a High Reaches Weyrsecond, with its elaborate loops of indigo and black. Trydanth's electric blue does flash through, though, so presumably it's D'renn's by right.
He is awake and looks alert.
D'renn is 45 Turns, 1 month, and 27 days old.
Pyrene hops awkwardly down Cadgwith's side, trying to keep her skirts straight. "Hello, hello... hello?" she greets friend and stranger alike, once she's safely landed. Cadgwith twists her head about her as she settles herself, making sure she doesn't squash some innocent bystander. She is not however taking a seat at the back. Anybody wanting to see will have to see /around/ her.
Pyrene
Slight and spindly, her frame is nevertheless held as stubbornly tall as possible, falling only just shy of average height. Curves have in part softened the sharp angles of old, leading sharp and scrawny towards thin and trim, while breast and hip bear slim testament to her motherhood. Still, there's nothing neat about the shrewish set of her limbs, or about the skimpy plait that struggles to keep her hair under control. Lank dark brown tendrils escape it to plague her point-nosed, thin-lipped face, only serving to emphasise the peakiness of her complexion. Yet if there were any doubts about her vitality, the grey eyes that snap out from beneath dark brows eliminate them as effectively as twin thunderstorms.
Formal elegance, sybaritic decadence: amber-fletched bronze sweeps and falters, as if this gown were too heavy a weight for the waif within. Each velvet fold crushes sunlight and shadow into refined metallics and spare, sparse lines; where smoky cinnabar flavours the loose-layered collar, inky blacks savour the inner swirls of flared cuffs and loosely-whirling skirts. In almost teasing contrast, saucy stripes of sun-caught sisal tighten and bind the rectangular bodice, matched by the intricate play of golden ribbons winding about Pyrene's slim hips. Poldhu is playing with Pyrene's knot. Kernow watches from Pyrene's shoulder in wide-eyed curiosity.
Black, blue and sea-washed gold tangle their way over the badge worn by all members of Esprit wing.
She is awake and looks alert.
Pyrene is 26 Turns, 6 months, and 5 days old.
Trydanth lands... D'renn slithers down... Trydanth taks off again. "Morning all!" he greets the bowl at the top of his voice, brushing down his smart tunic as he heads towards the assembling group.
Loe slinks carefully over sinew'd neck, squirming along stony hide and landing on the ground with an oomph.
Lorsalia and Yajisarath seem to notice Kh'ryn and Zylpheth at the same moment and, simulatneously, they hiss under their breaths. How could they have flirted with /them/ just a week ago? But, oh look! "T'am!" Lors calls, skipping over to the bronzerider, almost silently without the bells. "I was afraid you weren't going to come at /all/." She exaggerates, sticking herself to his side. "And that just wouldn't do."
Reiko steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Sua attempts to adjust her new leathers, tugging here-- well, if she can actually get them to make a difference. A small piece of redfruit is taken from a hidden pocket, the treat held to her shoulder where the slim form of a ferret is lured out from her jacket and into place. "There you go, Lati." Her smile brightens, bobbing her head back over to the other weyrlings, examing each in turn. "Seems to be quite a display out in the bowl. 'Lings no longer in uniform an' all..." Sigh. She leans back against the awaiting form of her lifemate.
Hiza shivers a tad, bouncing toward the others after giving a pat to Issryuith, cheerful as ever. "Goooood morning!" comes her voice for everybody to hear. A wrinkle in her not-new leathers is smoothed out idly, and hair untucked from ear before she enquires rather generally with, "How is everyone and their lifemate?" Cheer.
Pyrene tips her head back in an exaggerated shudder. Blueriders. Everywhere. "Lorsalia... T'am... Hiza... Sua... Khena..." she moves among a select few of the weyrlings, shaking hands and hugging.
Reiko returns with klah and a greatly improved disposition, but still remains a good distance apart from the others. For now. Some distance away, Cerdith lifts his head and greets her with a tuneful warble that brings a not-even-twisted smile to her face.
Kh'ryn just seems to be getting it from all sides today, doesn't he? What is he wearing? Anti-woman repellent? Shrugging to himself, he takes a stand off to the edge, his eyes glazed as he silently communicates with his dragon. Perhaps they should just get this graduation over with, so he can find himself a good skin of Benden and retreat, alone, back to his weyr.
Chelle scuttles around to one side where she can be heard, hopefully, gesturing for Serafa to follow her. "Too crowded." she moans, not that it's any different than the weyrling barracks were, right? New leathers jacket is smoothed down just perfectly before grinning towards Hiza, "We're fine." she answers, though with all the talk, it's amazing that anybody can tell what anybody else is saying!
T'am slips off Farleth only to find a Lorsa attaching herself to his side. Well, this is cause for a pink complexion. Bronzerider grins and puts an arm around the greenrider, "Well I might not be here long, but I had to come see...everyone." Especially one particular "everyone." But the others don't go entirely unnoticed, they all get a cheerful wave.
Ayamizureth trundles in from the direction of the pens, making herself quite comfortable in some as-yet unoccupied spot of the bowl, leaving Loe to shuffle across half of it in order to make her way to those /other/ people. "You can't be /helpful/, no. Now I Have to go and get all dusty and I look stupid and you're really not helpful." Loe grumbles loudly, even as Aya folds her wings back and falls asleep. Wake her up when the good stuff starts. "Hmph."
And shortly after Kearneth hits the ground, Neolyth glides in for a landing, his face as confused as any dragon's can look, but he's ok, really. S'cen chuckles and pats the brown's neck before sliding down his side. This is the right place, right? Istan Brownrider doesn't recognize anyone here... But he spins around as he hears his name called by a familiar voice, towards the direction the call came from. Yep, this is the right place. He takes the few steps forward that are required to meet the woman running towards him and greets her with a hug. "Heyya, Mari."
"Enough, Mneoth," Khena complains, shaking her head as she stops scrathcing her lifemate's neckridge to turn to the rest of the crowd. And what a crowd that's suddenly gathered. Nodding at everyone, she inches away from her brown toward her blueriding friend Kh'ryn, taking up a place next to. Edge of the crowd had always suited her after all. "Hey, Khor. How've you been?"
Weyrling, weyrlings everywhere... D'renn edges through the crowd, spotting some familiar fabric. "Pyrene," he materialises at her side. "Still wearing that dress?"
Serafa follows Chelle feeling kinda lost and well overwhelmed. "Are they always like this?" She asks hissing out of one corner of her mouth. Awkwardly she huddles behind Chelle as easy greetings and jests are shared amoung the clutchmates.
** G'deon just set the @party! Type @party to check it out! **
High Reaches' latest Weyrling group is about to graduate to full wingriders. If you'd like to join in the festivities please @go High Reaches. Also, at Ista Hold the gather gets under way. Bakers sell klah, stickybuns and bubblies, Healers explain their new 'gummies' for the younger set, and Harpers twiddle horrid tunes to sell their wares. Come, enjoy.
-- entered by G'deon on 2001-10-20 11:55 MOO Time. (5 seconds)
Squaln walks in.
Kh'ryn looks relieved when /one/ female finally makes her way towards him; even if it is Khena. Still, she is one of his good friends, so the company is gladly welcomed. "Oh, I could be better," he replies through a half smile, before casting off the bitter tone and allowing a full grin to surface. "However, today's a new day, and it's graduation, so good for us, eh?" Beside him, a way's off, Zylph rumbles his agreement. Time to celebrate!
Yajisarath doesn't bother to near Farleth as her rider does his. Instead, she makes it a point to stay far away from the bronze and even settles close to Ayamizureth. Lorsalia manages to ignore this and beams at Pyrene from under T'am's arm. "Hiya P'rene!" She returns the greeting, blue eyes virtually sparkling with glee at her current position. Let's just hope that P'rru doesn't show up right now, is all. Then our little greenrider will be wanting to dig a hole in which to hide. "But, T'am?" She turns to ask, "Why is your face all red, huh?"
Pyrene twitches and nearly makes a dive behind Skeseth for protection. "D'renn," she addresses the weyrsecond nervously. "Yes... At these occasions I'd rather wear something that doesn't show up the dust, you know." Sua gets a nervous grin: "And I was just about to give my congratulations to Sua. Count yourself lucky my girl that you didn't have D'renn here for a weyrlingmaster."
Catia appears from ground weyr's overhung shadows.
Elehu appears from ground weyr's overhung shadows.
Chelle shrugs at Serafa, grinning and nodding greetings to one and all that might notice them, "I guess so...Like I said, this is a first for me, too, you know...The one where we graduated to senior weyrlings wasn't quite this...er...festive." she chuckles.
Elehu
Elehu has grown into womanhood with quite a bit of success. She has curves in most of the right places, though her body is still a bit on the thin side and heartily built, a stubbornness of physicality to match the resolute bedrock of her character. Her skin glows faintly of golden bronze, the visage of a wanderer. Her rich brown, shoulder-length hair contains streaks of reddish gold, bleached by the sun, that seem to make her hazel-brown eyes shine with an inner fire. Her hands are small, but her fingers are slender and nimble, well built for her walk of life.
Snug leather pants cover Elehu's legs, neatly tucked into sturdy black boots, but the doe-brown material isn't quite so tight that it can't be rolled up from time to time. A belt of silver-touched onyx encircles her waist, and a slender dagger, about six inches in length, hangs at her right hip, with an odd sort of wherhide pouch at the left. Her loose blouse of rich emerald has been carefully and precisely tucked in, the roomy sleeves falling only a few inches past her shoulders. This combined with the small jewel like buttons down the front affords the Healer with quite a bit of freedom in movement.
A soft cord of the deepest purple winds itself around a similar cord of bright white in a single loop. Small strands of icy blue and shadowy black are intertwined intricately, a long tail of all four colors hanging from the knot, signifying that Elehu is a Healer Journeyman posted at High Reaches Weyr.
She is awake and looks alert.
Elehu is 21 Turns, 1 month, and 27 days old.
D'renn looks Pyrene up and down. "Doesn't fit you as well as it used to," he replies blithely, and then stands, hands on hips, beaming indiscriminately at weyrlings.
Hiza beams at Chelle, who was so good to answer her question, "I like your leathers." Eyes flicker toward the group, and she adds, "Everyone looks really nice in them. Like real riders." Which is what they're here for, now isn't it? "Hello Pyrene," is greeted chipperly as the goldrider makes her hello-rounds. Issryuith snorts and wiggles in her (not yet desced) straps, finding a spot suitably close for gossip sharing. Ooh, and the green's lifemate waves a hand enthusiastically as Elehu emerges, smile stretching.
Shandre steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Kearneth turns around and looks at Neolyth with a dragon bugle of greeting, and then is caught in S'cen's arms and twirls them around with the force she hits them with. "Heylo, Sorcen," Rianne says with a twinkling grin on her face, burying her face in his shoulder almost gratefully. "Thank Faranth you're here," she whispers, hodling him tightly and ignoring the other riders for the moment, rocking them softly back and forth, her eyes hidden far and away.
Catia strolls out of the ground weyrs, dressed for work in her leathers rather than in formal clothes like some of the others. Folding her arms, she leans against a rock outcropping, and scans the dragonets rather than the weyrlings - presumably checking their health.
Sua seems to have found a comfortable shadow to hide in with Skeseth as the crowd begins to arrive. More and more people... Oh, that's just not such a good thing when this brownling is involved. However, she seems to be busy enough with the small creature running around on her shoulders and in her hair. Skeseth has found something else to entertain himself with, eyeing his fellow weyrlings it seems, a curious twitch coming to his tail. "'Lo Pyrene ma'am. Oh, I wouldn't think that D'renn would have been that bad... Well, 'ny 'lingmaster can be bad an' good." And the bluerider gets a look, blinking curiously.
Khena frowns at her friend's rather pessimistic answer, tilting her head at him. "You sure you're okay?" she asks, her eyes moving across the bowl to catch a glimpse of someone joining the graduation a slight smile touching her lips. "You sound... A little upset, maybe?" Eyes still on someone else, her attention is torn between being a supportive friend and getting someone else's attention.
Catia
Slender and of average height, turns of dragonriding keep trim the ripened curves of motherhood. Maturity may have softened Catia's figure, but it has sharpened her tongue: finely-curved eyebrows are more ready than ever to arch in disdain or amusement. Near-black locks are showing their first strands of silver, cropped back to jaw-length to frame a generally solemn face. Almond dark eyes glint with an occasional mischief that can light delicate features with a warm glow; dusk-rose lips quirk with a relaxed smile that's grown more and more frequent as Catia's aged. Long, lightly-tanned limbs move with an easy, confident grace; shell-pink nails are still ragged and chewed, even though the myriad tiny fish-net scars that criss-cross capable hands have faded to mere pale lines.
Deep, rich red wraps her form in rippled hues, all hems done in storm-washed blues; wool-lined jacket fits like second skin, natural as ocean to a fin. Leather belt, tannin-true, features brassy buckle brightly new, Healer badge a backdrop for the dragon in flight atop; this adorns the pants so snug, flaunting legs at which no-one could shrug. Boots hold fast up to her knees like a cast, gloves match hem, completely femme, while helmet fits charming and well, green as any dell.
Strands of white and purple coil amidst Reaches indigo and black, all laced through with a strand of Myrineth's green to form the knot of a dragonhealer. This surrounds Inferno's dragon-eyes badge with its orange flames on a base of cobalt blue.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Catia is 42 Turns, 6 months, and 7 days old.
Zizth shuffles, iridescent apple-hide showing a glimmer of illusive fuchsia pink gleaming up from beneath in from the Beach.
Pyrene lets out a startled gasp at that and glares at him. She knew she should have had a new gown commissioned. She just couldn't be bothered to go the healers. And what was D'renn doing /remembering/ this dress anyway? "It fits me better than your green taffeta number fits you," she snipes back. "Trust me Sua. You had a lucky escape."
Reiko begins to edge her way through the crowd then, mug in hand, emerald gaze flickering warily over the impressive number of people gathered. She's always hated crowds... but at least they're in an open space, which helps. Finally she takes refuge near her lifemate, lounging indolently against the blue's shoulder and watching.
Squaln walks out.
Chelle grins back at Hiza, "Thanks...yours look nice, too." Of course, a compliment for a compliment! "It's nice to be out of uniforms." she finishes, for the second, or is it third, time in the time they've been here. Eyes continue to travel over the rest of the group, nodding slightly as she counts...Are they all here yet?
Kh'ryn is about to reply, when he sees where Khena's gaze is directed. Still grinning, he pokes the brownrider in the ribs. "Go on. Go and get her. Honestly, today I wish you more luck than ever before..." If he certainly can't win on that account, then at least one of his friends should. "I mean it. I'll be fine.. Plus, there's Reiko. I'll go and bug her for awhile..." Maybe see how a certain greenrider is doing...
Qelketh drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
D'renn shrugs one shoulder. "I never pretended that the green taffeta looked good on me, Weyrwoman," he answers to Pyrene, before winking at Sua. "Oh, I was a good weyrlingmaster. Don't believe a word Pyrene says."
Shirasuth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
T'am beams at Pyrene and manages to avoid answering Lorsalia's question about the color of his face, which is slowly beginning to fade. He ignores Farleth's disgruntled comments about flighty greens and continues to greet everyone with a smile.
"Such a good weyrlingmaster they asked you to step down so as not to outshine everybody so, I believe?" Pyrene points out cruelly. "Now who else is here.... Anybody got family?" She'd rather do the meet and greet thing than converse with D'renn it would seem.
Sua is lucky to have Skeseth as a lifemate, at least... That is, she really doesn't have to worry about crowds all the time. A rather confusing pair of amber eyes is set upon the weyrwoman, her head slowly tilting to one side. "Escape? I guess that is true... " Of course she really wouldn't know, not having had D'renn as a weyrlingmaster. "Oh? Don't believe her?" Who to trust? "Well, perhaps experience in the future might tell me something." She'll be silent, before she might say something wrong to the two older riders.
Shirasuth warbles loudly as he glides in for a gentle landing. He's here! He's here! Once settles on the ground, the rusty brown folds his shimmering wings and lets his passengers dismount. Not the plural. K'nex grins at Cris as he slides off the side of his lifemate, getting a little help down from a forelimb. Down's a lot harder than up...But for once he doesn't trip or fall. Yea! "Cris? Need help coming down?"
Neolyth, in turn, bugles quietly to greet Kearneth before settling himself down on the bowl floor next to his rider. S'cen sends a wave in the blue's direction even as he replies to Rianne. "Thank Faranth I'm here? I wouldn't've missed it for the world. You ok?" She doesn't, after all, seem her normal cheerful self.
"What?" Khena answers distractedly, her eyes returning to Kh'ryn, blinking slowly, while face is starting to flush. Was it really that obvious? "You're sure you're alright, though?" A hand comes out to touch the bluerider's arm lightly as her eyes glances toward Elehu again, then back to Kh'ryn. "We should stick together, though. I'll speak with her after graduation," she whispers, rolling a shoulder.
Cris climbs careflully down from Shirasuth's neck, using the bulky brown's extended limb, and steps safely onto the ground.
T'am hugs Khena! Khena grins broadly and pinches you in the.... (you fill in the rest!)
K'nex climbs careflully down from Shirasuth's neck, using the bulky brown's extended limb, and steps safely onto the ground.
Cris
Former waves of shining strawberry blonde drape down her face, the very silken tips drifting from her crown down to just above her ears. However, former beautiful rosy golden locks have been brushed with dye. Cascade of a 'wearied bangs drift listlessly down, stripes of plum periwinkle and rouge blush making their way at home among other stripes of queer colored hair. Throughout her short, shaggy crop of hair are the streaks of purple and pink dye, vivid and bright from their recent doing. Colorful bangs shade her deep, golden hazel topaz orbs, hinting innocent playfulness hidden 'neath solemn exterior --- the grateful love of a midsummer's afternoon. Stiff, strict, stern, long nose slips itself neatly in 'tween pair of oculars. Child's devious innocence has managed to escape from it's flow within, appearing with devilish playfulness. Freckles dance across bridge of nose, cascading down onto cheeks as well to soften stiff impression one gets from first glance. Soft heart-shaped face curves down into rounded chin. Thin neck curves down, stiff but slender shoulders forming, and those extending into long, but well muscled arms. Long, thin, precise fingers show signs of promise in artistic means, but thick calluses render her virtually unable to use delicate fingers, clumsy with most things in need of precise workmanship. Torso curves out into modest bust, down into medium weighted stomach and slender waist. Waist widening out into larger hips, and then thinning into short, but slender, well muscled legs. Overall, stiff, stern exterior barely gives way to child's devious innocence within.
Pure black shimmers with gold-brushed iridescence, leather's supply soft and sensuous material clinging to rider's toned legs, enhancing every curve of shapely thighs and calves. Midnight is accented by a stencilled pattern of amber that runs down the sides, mystical patterns tattooed upon fiery hues as golden flames lick up from ankles towards knees, interspersed with heated red, auburn and pure amber, sparkling with the tiny flecks of gold that enhance and makes the flames seem to leap and dance along rider's legs. Flamed, clinging leather along calves are carefully cut and stitched along the slice with glittering silver'd thread that disappears into ebon blackened boots.
She is awake and looks alert.
Cris is 20 Turns, 10 months, and 21 days old.
D'renn lets any insults from Pyrene slip from his velvet-clad shoulders like water from the proverbial duck's back. "You're all looking very well today, anyhow," he tells the nearest weyrlings, bestowing compliments like sweeties.
K'nex
Tall now, there's just no way he can be considered average height anymore as he falls just short of towering over most people. Although this effect is dimished slightly by the stooped posture he's developed. Kez is still quite thin, and at this point his lanky-ness doesn't seem like it'll ever completely disappear. Despite the new active life he's leading, he's still an awkward lad, but there's strength in those long limbs now. Long, dark red hair, messy from being rarely brushed, is tied up in small, multiple braids around Kez's head. The braids themselves are decorated by small, emerald beads that perch almost at the end of each braid. The tiny beaded plaits fall down almost to his chin. His long, lightly freckled nose almost seems to fit in his face now, and the baby fat left over in his cheeks from his childhood has gone away, leaving him looking older than he acts. Dark green eyes peer out from under curving brows, always wary of the firelizard...or anything else threatening. His dusky tan skin is marred most obviously in one spot by a long, thin, white scar running down his upper left arm.
Rows upon rows of brass buttons decorate the front of leather jacket, following the edge of the tetragonal flap that covers the front of the riding jacket. Whenever this lappet on the jacket is hanging open in a lazy sort of way, insulation of tan fleece can be seen. The whole aviation jacket of supple hide falls loosely about his frame and is dyed a deep burnished rust hue. Bronze and cream highlights scuff about the tops of the shoulders and wisps of the same almost-metallic hue crawl around his waist to tuck firmly into a thick wherhide belt, deep ebon in color. When not on his hands, a pair of sepia colored wherhide gloves is often tucked into the back of this belt. Strapped tightly about his middle, buckle hidden by the front flap of the jacket, the wide belt is threaded through straps of canary yellow that are interjoined with lissom jodhpurs of the same striking hue. The smooth, creamy leather bunches slightly about his thighs and knees, though it tightens properly to slide tight into knee-high, midnight ebony boots that shine and gleam like the hide of a just-oiled dragon. A bright, flaming wingbadge is worn with pride upon his right shoulder, denoting him to be a member of the weyrling Wildfire Wing.
He is awake and looks alert.
K'nex is 20 Turns, 1 month, and 22 days old.
Rianne buries her face in his neck even more tightly, refusing to look at the people around them.. particurally not Kh'ryn, in fact. Rianne's face is completely hidden as she nods her head slightly back over her shoulder and then says softly, "It happened yet again. I thought it was all over with. I had to do it again," Rianne says softly, holding him tightly with utter disregard for what might happen. But then she raises her face and smiles at him, as if attempting to rally her spirits again, though her smile is slightly bitter. "At least I've had practice now..."
Ayamizureth snores at Yajisarath, for no particular reason, leaving Loe to go off and tackle the challenges of being social by herself. How horrid. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." Huff, goes the weyrling, swishing out her coat and clipclopping towards Cris-and-Kez. Victims. There they be. "Hello-o-o! Hello, hello." Shifty-eye. "Hiyas." And all that sort of thing.
As the crowd grows surprisingly enough Serafa's shyness eases and she begins to look about from her rather small hiding place she had selected. Brown eyes twinkling with interest she notes the various colours of the new and not so new leathers. Much nicer than the drab things she's used to seeing back home.
Kh'ryn nods his head, his smile truly returning. "Yes yes.. Go! Shoo!" He sounds as though he's waving off a flitter, or something. Squeezing her arm back, he makes the first move and leaves here there... to either join Elehu, or stand alone, as he heads towards Reiko. He casts over his shoulder, "And don't ever wait Khena. You may miss out if you do that..." His eyes dart to Rianne as he says this.
Pyrene slips away from D'renn at the first opportunity. Instead her wandering brings her near S'cen and Rianne. "He's not one of ours," she observes to Kh'ryn. "What's he done to Rianne?"
G'deon has idly been lounging off to the side, quite happy to just lean against the stony wall of the central bowl and watch as people begin milling about. At last, however, he shifts the satchel slung over a shoulder against his back and peeks inside, perhaps doing one last mental count. Satisfied, he gives one fleeting roguish smile and begins heading towards the young group of leatherclad riders. "Wildfire wing!" he calls out, baritone carrying quite easily. "Front and center! Let's make a nice, neat line now..."
Lorsalia sighs and just tugs on T'am's hand. "C'mon, don't just stand there. Let's go say hi to- to Chelle." She decides, leading him towards the bluerider rather purposefully. Look who -she- caught. Heheh. Shoving the bronzerider to stand just in front of her, she bats her eyelashes at Chelle. "Those are some really pretty leathers you've got on. "Where'd you get 'em from?"
Cadgwith lets out a little hum of excitement as if they were hatching all over again. It's starting!
Catia straightens up a little, unfolding her arms to stick one hand in her pocket, checking for something. Looks like they're ready to go.
Hiza doesn't notice alot, which is why her smile remains bright and cheerfull, eyes searching around as people arrive, watching the skies a bit to see if any of her family arrives. Not that they aren't busy. She doesn't say anything in particular to anyone, giving a tiny chirrup here and there. And then G'deon calls and she scuttles in that direction merrily. She can socialize later.
Sua is quick to catch sight of a fellow brownrider, a grin soon coming to her face as she waggles a few fingers in greeting towards K'nex. "Oh, Kez! I've brought back a gift for you from the Hall." And a few more for herself, of course. Her eyes fade back a moment, glance shot to her own lifemate who has found a way to actually try and fall asleep. Frown comes and then goes, as her attention snaps over to the Weyrleader, a look still darting around to the other weyrlings before she shuffles foward slowly, hopefully in the line as directed.
Kariel appears from ground weyr's overhung shadows.
Cris clambers down Shirasuth's helpful foreleg, following K'nex in his dismount as she looks about, with wide eyes, at the crowd gathered. K'nex gets a poke in the side with an elbow as she points ... to the crazy looking Loe wandering over. "Watch out, Kezzy! Here comes Loe." is whispered as Cris attempts to look frightened.
Chelle is fixing to answer Lorsalia, mouth open, but G'deon's shout makes her pause. "Tell you later." she whispers and, with a wink, moves towards the line that's already forming. "Come on..." she calls to Lorsalia and T'am over her shoulder, "You can stand by me..." Serafa is given a last little wave before she walks away.
Loe pauses, blinks, and pivots, eyeballing G'deon and mumbling something grateful. She doesn't even have to be social, either. "Cris! Hey, Cris -- you wanna stand with me?" Brownrider gets a beam and an eyeball, even as Loe tries to back towards the weyrleader. "Whee. How fun." Right. Ahem.
Khena glances at Kh'ryn, her eyes shooting a 'told ya'-look at him as she hurries to take her place in the line forming in front of the Weyrleader, her hands busying themselves with straightening her jacket and the knot on her shoulder. Which would soon be replaced by another. Off to one side, Mneoth gives an encouraging rumble his eyes whirling blue and green.
D'renn's expression turns a little sulky. It used to be him up there, doing all that sort of thing as Weyrlingmaster. Shouldering his way to the edge of the crowd, he loiters near some of the other older riders.
K'nex grins at Loe as she clipclops over towards him. Victim? Hm. "Hey, everyone!" Ooo. The excitment. And look! Kez got all cleaned up just for the occasion. "Sua! You did? You went back? I /still/ haven't gotten off my lazy bum and visited. I'm feeling sorta guilty aobut it, but..." He trails off as they're all directed by G'deon to form a line. Oh. Oops. Talk later...The brownling winks at Cris as he shuffles int othe now forming line..
Kh'ryn joins Reiko's side, and then turns to glance at Pyrene. "Him? Oh, he didn't do anything.." 'Cept win where Khor failed. But hey, see what happens when you're too slow on your feet, or with your emotions? Maybe this will teach our blond, blueriding boyo to have a little more self esteem and courage, neh? To Reiko, he grins and waves them into line. "Shall we? Seems that the time's right for graduating!"
Relief floods the bronzeriding weyrling as G'deon instructs the weyrlings to line up. No more being paraded around by Lors. Pink in his face again (it's a reflection from Lorsa's leathers, really!), T'am steers the greenrider away and into the line. Lors, for her part, doesn't bother to move away from him and beams at Chelle, whispering, "They're still pretty!" as she waves at Hiza and Loe when they pass by to line up. They'd better all notice the person on whose arm she's hanging.
Nezdarvyth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
X'ner is freed from Nezdarvyth's clutches, landing with a soft thud on the ground.
X'ner
Light brown hair falls across the eyes of this young man, quickly being brushed back from time to time. Behind the curtain of brown locks, a pair of cerulean eyes look out upon the world, faintly glimmering with held in amusement. Thin lips form a mouth set expressionless, though easily turned upward to a grin without much effort. His build is lean, but finely-toned muscles are just visible on the darkly tanned flesh. Standing at a height of six feet, his posture his loose, keeping him relaxed. His hands are almost moving though, picking at his clothes or flipping those errant bangs from his eyes. It seems that he's recently gotten ahold of some dye. Half of his hair is a lovely shade of neon green, while the other half is quite brightly colored blue!
Gloss'd leather; of hue so black that midnight's velvet cadence would be considered a blue, stretches firmly across X'ner's statuesque backside, the material allowing the tiniest bit of slouch - for a set of leathers that are much more... yielding. The fine musculature of X'ner's thighs and legs are traced in glistening raven, following a stout line of body's shape o'er his legs and finally being met by knee-high riding boots - the line of leathers fading nebulously into that of the wherhide footwear. If this lustrously sleek effect isn't enough, the leather's sport a rich stripe of blood-red up either leg, coruscating with the ember'd licks of tangerine and saffron in flames that simply incinerate the blackness in a pool of incandescence. A nondescript tunic is thrown, more or less haphazardly, over his leathers each day, capably directing all attention to that robust attribute which shall remain nameless - but, really, does it need to be named? Perched on X'ner's shoulder is Keera.
Xaner wears the knot of a High Reaches Weyr Weyrling
He is awake and looks alert.
X'ner is 20 Turns and 4 months old.
Still slouched against Cerdith's shoulder, Reiko spots Kh'ryn approaching and fixes a twisted smile on her fellow blueling. There's someone she hasn't seen in quite some time. But now Gid's calling everyone to attention, so she abandons her mug and straightens her shoulders, and with an almost grateful nod to Kh'ryn she moves to take a place in line next to him.
S'cen doesn't mean to glance over at Kh'ryn as Rianne explains; it's just sort of a natural reaction. He does dart his eyes quickly away, though, instead allowing his gaze to fall on Kearneth. Yeah, that's safe. Nod of understanding comes along with the explanation. "Hey, it's ok, it's ok. I think you've gotta go over towards G'deon now, though. Don't worry, I'll be right here." Patting her back a few times, he turns her around and pushes her in the direction the rest of the weyrlings are headed in.
Cris, after a moment of thought, scuttles after K'nex as he moves into line and motions for Loe to follow with a quick flip of her hand. "C'mon, Loe, we're going to be late for the line." is squeaked backwards towards green clutchsib as she sidles up into the line of Wildfire beside K'nex, and the nice friendly person that she is, saving a spot for Loe.
Pyrene raises her brows at Kh'ryn and makes a mental note to have a word with some gossipmongerer later. For now, she settles herself on a foreleg of Cadge's, grinning delightedly in accompaniment to her gold's crooning. Weyrling graduations... so special. If nothing else, the food is always /great/!
Chelle laughs at T'am and Lorsalia, shaking her head slightly at the two. Oh, the gossip they can generate! "Thanks." she whispers to Lorsalia again before turning to pay attention to G'deon...or try to at least. "They better be nice, I paid enough for them."
Rianne gives S'cen a rallying smile and then pushes away from him. "I'm fine, really I am. But I /swear/, I'm going to have Kearneth kick them all away soon," Rianne says with a grin before she blows him an elaborate kiss and then turns away from him to follow the others towards G'deon, squeezing his hands one last time before she joins the others, her eyes sparkling brightly with excitement and mischeif, and almost twirling with her steps, almost determinedly. "Well... and I never thought I'd see this day," Rianne says, laughter in her voice.
Loe prances and bounces and ... generally looks dweeby, stopping next to Cris. "This is all so exciting." Wiggle-wiggle.
X'ner was...here the whole time. Yeah. Cough. Mmhm. Zoom! And the bronzie boy scuttles over to take his own place in line. Ahem. Grin! Wiggle? Yes, show off them new leathers!
Sinead quietly steps in from the Guards Headquarters.
Sua bobs her head quickly, grinning over to the other Herder-turned-brownrider. "Ah yes, I went back. Found Latika, actually... Y'know that apprentices know like to hold promises of keeping your pets well." She pats the ferret on her shoulder, glancing from one side and then the other, trying to slip closer into the line, most likely near the end. Ah, she doesn't have anyone to stand next to, anyways. "Brought back more than that, actually, an' made sure to bring one back for you." That said, she simply slips back into silence... Waiting.
Kh'ryn steps into line, missing the raised brow look from Pyrene. Here they are, finally. A glance of something shiny catches his eye, and the bluerider spots X'ner next to him in line. "Nice leathers Ner," he offers politely enough. Meanwhile, Khor is wearing an outfit similar to his old uniform. The black leathers just fit him well, it seems, and he likes those blue shirts. Thefore, nothing new for him.
"Well, I won't keep you here with longwinded speeches," G'deon begins, giving the weyrlings all one last grin. "I never was too good with those colorful phrases, I'll leave that to the Harpers. But I think your actions have spoken for yourselves much better than I could, so with that... Reiko, Khena and Sua, please step forward."
Lorsalia cranes her neck around, blowing a kiss at Yajisarath who is watching keenly, and looks for anyone from Tillek. Surely, her old family hasn't completely forgotten about her? Maybe Emmett doesn't come, since he never seemed to like flying, but what about all her cousins? After a moment, she decides that they aren't there afterall and, with a sigh, leans heavily on T'am's arm. "I guess the Weyr is my new family now." She mumbles.
"Loo', Daaaaddy. Loo'it all da weyrlin's. Hee." Karette is contented now. She's been fed, her daddy bought her new overalls with /matching ribbons/, then tied her hair into /puppy ears/. Hee. Kare is a bit less... enthralled, mayhaps, by the matter, finding a perch and smiling fondly at his offspring. "Uh-huh." Lanky fingers run through his hair as the bratling is off again... with a screech of "Cadgamith!!!" ringing through the air. She just loves that gold. Though Faranth knows why.
Shandre goes home.
Hiza is distracted by something from her dragon, who purposefully turns and /ignores/ a certain fellow weyrling-dragon, and so is simply in line. Look at the Hiza, standing in line, (slightly unfocused) eyes on the Weyrleader, and on her wingleaders, and she just... listens. Woo, isn't /she/ the interesting one?
Reiko blinks, straightens her shoulders, and steps forward. She spares a quick glance at the wingseconds, but her eyes return quickly to the Weyrleader.
Catia's pair of daughter appear from the living caverns, Taesha the elder tugging the dawdling Livia by the hand. "Get a move on, c'mon, there's Mum..." Catia assembles the pair one on either side of her, and hushes them.
Khena glances at the other two in the leader-team, then takes one step forward, then another and another, finally ending up in front of the Weyrleader, hands clasped behind her back, fingers twitching slightly as she gives G'deon a slight nod.
Rianne finally reaches her fellow weyrlings and stands serenely beside them, all emotion ostensibly leaving her, though the sparkle in her eyes is just as strong as she walks up behind Pae, to tickle that girl mischeviously. "Well, Pae... look at us now!" The brownriding girl bounces towards her and beams and hugs her hyperly, just as was her wont, chattering excitedly as G'deon begins, calling congratulations as people step forward towards them. Rianne herself stands beside her, and ends up near Hiza to smile at her encouragingly, "This is rather strange isn't it..."
Pyrene sighs as she begins her applause. Her hands are going to hurt long before this is over. Cadge lets out a single bugle before settling into a croon. This is only the second time she's been able to watch this as a mother. She's excited. And as such, she barely notices Karette, although one eye does a full whirl at the overalls and ribbons flying towards her. Pyrene's daughter is conspicuously absent.
X'ner tilts his head vaguely to the side, throwing a bright grin at Kh'ryn and leaning toward him for a moment, just enough to nudge his shoulder friendly-like. Aw. See, he's gonna be nice enough not to jump on anyone..for the moment anyway. Nah. He'll just let people /want/ him to. Gwaha..leather. "Thanks..not so bad yourself there." A brief glance is sent in Hiza's direction, though attention is drawn back to G'deon.
Chelle clasps her hands in front of her and tries to stand still. She looks a bit like she did on the sands at hatching time, though without the white robe. She hops from one foot to the next, a nervous look on her face, really a bit silly. She looks over the crowd, knowing that there's no family there, she just waves at Serafa and Sinead, then grins as Rhajath's blue head pops up from where he'd been dozing to watch the proceedings with curiosity.
Cris beams cheerfully at Loe next to her, brushing at invisible speck of dirt on leathers as she watches the wingleader and pair of wingseconds step forward. Hands are rubbed together gleefully as Loe gets an elbow poke before she leans over to whisper, "This is so exciting, Loe!" in the greenrider's ear.
K'nex grins at Cris as she steps into line beside him, and then turns to look at sua again, "Hmm? Oh you did? I was pretty sure you wouldn't be able to find her...Good job." Not that he didn't want her to find the ferret or anything, but he had his doubts. "Bring back one for me too?" The wheels spin and turn in his head for a moment. Could it be? "Did you..that is...Hay?" No, that's not a greeting.
Sua is rather surprised... or as surprised as she can be, with a ferret trying to chew her ear off. A muffled snore is heard from the brown way back in the ground as his rider glances from one side, to the other, and finally steps forward. "I actually was prepared for a long speech... Didn't think it'd start so soon." Oh, and with that she actually beams brightly, bobbing her head for a moment.
Loe bobs her head, wiggling her fingers in Kariel's direction. She knows him. "Mm-hmm! ... oooh, starting. Squeak." Owlish eyes peer towards the leader-trio, glancing towards a herd of small children a few moments later. Loe knows them, too. Even if it's just because they steal her food. Aw. Fingerwiggle. "Eek."
G'deon nods quickly to the weyrling wingleader and wingseconds before steppin towards them and giving a crisp salute. No one ever said he didn't like a ceremony or two. "You three have led your wing well, as we call all see," he says loudly enough for everyone to hear, gesturing to the line of weyrlings just behind them. "But now it's time for you to lead them one last time in that final step towards full wing riders." And with that, he pulls a knot from the satchel at his hip and steps towards Reiko, removing her old knot before pinning on the new, continuing the process with Khena and Sua before motioning for them to rejoin the line of weyrlings, soon to be riders.
D'renn starts to clap, shouting congratulations towards the new riders he knows best - in other words, the ones who used to be weyrfolk.
Elehu smiles softly as she leans back against one of the small boulders near the edge of the bowl, arms crossing as she simply watches for now with a quietly contemplative expression on her face.
Pyrene's smile is genuine for all three, regardless of colour. She won't be restrained to gravity though, sending a congratulatory whoop above the general applause.
Sinead quietly steps out of the guards barracks before seeing a crowd of people. The guard listens to G'deon before leaning up against the stone near the barracks. The young guard smiles as she watches her friends begin to graduate.
Lorsalia watches the first set step out of line silently, unconsciously wrapping her fingers tightly around T'am's arm. "Ouch!" he mutters, becoming red in the face with indecision. Should he push her away, or let her stay? The pair is the youngest of the weyrlings, and they're the cutest, too. So he shouldn't make too big a scene, since everyone is undoubtedly watching them. Smiling nervously, he tries to unwrap her fingers, succeeding in only loosening the grip a little.
Reiko watches with curious detachment as G'deon replaces her knot, and then the others, feeling an odd sense of accomplishment mixed with loss. Although that doesn't make any sense. She composes herself with a long breath and returns to her place in line, giving Kh'ryn beside her a quick smile. She doesn't even seem to notice the reactions of those gathered to watch the ceremony.
X'ner grins slowly and whistles, clapping a bit at the three. "Woohoo!"
Khena can't help a tiny smile from reaching her lips as her old knot is removed and replaced with a new, her eyes glittering as she glances toward Reiko and Sua, then over her shoulder at the rest of the weyrlings-soon-to-be-full-riders, then follows Reiko back into the line.
K'nex blinks. Oops. His attention is required elsewhere...He caugh ont othat, really. The brownling goes silent as Gid skips all speaches and jumps right into the graduation. He's paying attention, really. Blink. Ok, he's paying attention and he still doesn't get it. Wait..what? Erm. Applause, applause. Yay.
Kh'ryn claps and whistles as each new knot is placed onto the new riders. "Yay Reiko! Yay Khena! Go Sua!"
Kariel snorts a little as a wry grin crosses his lips, fingers waggling then casting a thumbs up in return as head nods in Loe's direction. Gaze then drifts to Reiko, offering a hoot and a wink, before back to the lavender lass obsessing over the gold, who has promptly plopped down by one of her feet and pets her toes delicately. "Bi'toes."
Cris shoots a grin at K'nex before she moves attention to intently watch the three recieve new knots and move back into the line. "Loe, Kez, look! We'll be getting those knots too." is provided, hands moving into applause that the rest of the weyrlings are beginning to do.
Chelle watches the three as they recieve new knots, clapping her own congratulations to the three, and to the rest of the crew as well. "Reiko, Khena, Sua! Congratulations!" she manages to yell.
Catia abandons the care of her children, to make notes of names. Fiddling with her knot with one finger, she cheers with the rest of 'em.
Cadgwith wiggles her toes as daintily as possible. By some miracle, she doesn't scalp Karette. All is well.
G'deon begins at the beginning of his list, as logical and methodical as always. In his own mind, at least. Beginning with the rider of green Bopth, he places a brand new knot on Bee's shoulder, then moves on to the next greenling on his list. "Congratulations, Hiza," he says quietly, giving her a wink as his one-time fellow candidate joins the ranks of full riders.
Sua dips her head down in a nod towards the weyrleader, though her attention is fully focused on her old knot being replaced, a soft little sniff following as she stares at the new one. She doesn't quite have a good feeling of loosing her old wingsecond weyrling knot, though her mind already swims in thoughts of the future. Giving G'deon a rather stiff smile and somewhat of a salute before returning to the other weyrlings, shuffling quietly back in her place of the line.
Shandre steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Sinead claps wildly as Hiza get her new knot and becomes a wingrider amongst the ranks. "Congratulations Hiza!" She exclaims cheerily.
Whee! X'ner cheers loudly, hands clapping together gleefully. "Alright Hiza! Way to gooooooooo!"
Livia pulls at her mother's hand. "Mum, mum, didn't you say that one was..." "Shush, Livvy," Catia scolds her daughter before the little girl gives it all away.
Loe's head bobs, just like those little ... head-bobbing hula dancer dolls. Except Loe's not a hula dancer. "Isn't this nifty? Mm-hmm. Nifty -- hey! Congratulations ... um, y'all!" Does she really have to keep up with names? Greenlet takes a moment to look down the rest of the line, eyeballing Lorsalia and T'am. Hrm. Ponder, goes the Loe, latching firmly onto Cris's arm and beaming in no particular direction, poking the bluerider in the side. "Shh." Cue secretive whispers, and all that rot. "Now we're cute. Shhh."
Pyrene claps harder for Hiza. A girl who /knew/ how to be a candidate. "That's it, Hi'! I knew you could do it!" she calls, exultant in her Searchee.
"Hiza! Whoooo!" is D'renn's contribution to the congratulations.
Chelle chuckles at Hiza, clapping along. She's already lost count of the new knots and who's gotten them. Too much excitement! "We've done it..." she mutters mostly to herself, "We've actually don it..."
Hiza gives a bit of a cheer as the trio recieves new knots, eyes dancing happily for her friends. Grin remains on her face, sincere and happy-like. And she blinks a bit as /her/ knot is changed. "Ah.. thank you." The new knot is fingered a bit and eyes go out to the congratulators, beaming.
K'nex twitches. After all, he's very good at it. Lots of practise. And then he grins bakc at Cris, "Oh, gee...We /are/." Unless he missed something, and did something wrong, and...and...Twitch. Calm. Calm. "Oo, Yay Hiza and Bee!" He's gonna clap for everyone, after all.
Lorsalia sees one of the older men she's always had a crush on enter and she carefully takes a step away from T'am. Wouldn't want to make anyone jealous, she doesn't. "Um, congratulations, Hiza." She calls down, in turn, leaning in front of the blushing T'am once more. Poor T'am. Always blushing around Lors.
Khena doesn't yell, or cheer, or anything the like. She just stands there, craning her neck to see the other weyrlings receive their knots and occationally glancing down at the one on her own shoulder. "Finally," she whispers to herself, the smile on her face broadening as she spots Elehu watching.
G'deon moves next to Loe, continuing the rather formal pomp and circumstance with an increasingly informal grin. "There you are, Loe. Congratulations." And next, that lover of pink, Lorsalia. "You can put the knot just so if I don't get it right," he teases quietly, giving the greenling a wink before moving right on down to O'ops, the guy stuck with green Adaisyth. He's not wasting any time with this knot thang, surely.
Shaiyun walks in.
"Go, Hiza!" Rianne cheers wholeheartedly for her friend, giving her a great big sparkling smile as she comes bak from getting her knot, grinning at her and walking forward to hug her quickly. "Congratulations, my friend," Rianne says and then steps back into the line, her feet dancing slightly as she watches Loe and Lorsalia next be promoted with her eyes twinkling with laughter. "See, it /did/ happen after all..." Another cheer and round of clapping from her for the two Ls.
Cris blinks, startled the slightest as Loe latches on to her arm. With a secretive glance towards Lorsalia and T'am, Cris returns the poke in the side for that cute greenrider that she's possesed. "We've always been cute, Loe. But now we can be cuter." is declared with a beam to the greenlet clutchsib, though K'nex on other side does get a beam. "Ooh, Loe, you got your knot. Lemme see."
X'ner shifts around in place, impatient as he leans forward a bit, watching G'deon move down the line, knots handed out and placed upon willing shoulders. Gah! The suspense is killing him!
Sinead continues to claps wildly, congratulating everyone she hada chance to get to know. "Congratulations Loe! congrat's Lorsalia!"
Lorsalia sticks out her tongue at G'deon's back and takes great pains to readjust the knot, even though it was just fine before hand. "He can't ever get anything right." She mutters to her neighbors, always with something negative to say about the young weyrleader. To the congratulations, she simply beams and leans on T'am again, showing him off.
Pyrene squeals as one of /her/ ex-candidate fellows gets called up. "Oh, /Loe/!" she calls joyfully. "You're a rider!" Well, duh. "And Lors! O'ops! well done!"
Reiko begins to relax now, clapping enthusiastically for the others as their knots are exchanged, and finally beginning to recognize faces in the crowd around them. Casually appraising glance flickers over each in turn as emerald gaze finds them... Kariel, Elehu... even Pyrene.
Chelle can't clap forever, so stops, instead, saying each name as a new knot is fastened to shoulders. "Loe...Lors...." and on and on. She has stopped her restless foot movement, instead becoming quite still as she's caught up in the moment.
Loe loosens her grip on Cris's arm slightly, beaming brightly at G'deon as she's knotted. "Um." Squeak. "Thankee!" Or something. "Isn't it pretty?" A sharp nod, and she wiggles her shoulder at fellow-cute-lady. "All new and clean and ... different." Swoon. "And more cute." So now they're collectively ... more cute. Right. Py gets a beam, as does Kare, and Loe's fingers waggle again. "This is nifty."
Shaiyun hovers on the edge of the crowd, peering through the space between someone's hand on hip at the riders, and starts belatedly to clap.
Hiza returns the congratulations she recieved with happy applause(really, her hands are going to hurt later), "Woo, Loe, Lorsa, O'ops!!" Not that she talks to that greenrider very often, but that's besides the point. G'deon is watched as he moves on down the line, lips ready to call more congratualtions.
Sua doesn't really seem to be one to applaud and jump around for fellow weyrlings, but she does call out a few congratulations. Bobbing her head and smiling is all that this brownrider will do, now. A hand is still working on the new knot, playing with the threads even if her gaze isn't on it anymore. She sighs softly, taking the ferret from her shoulder at last and sticking her back in place somewhere in her jacket.
K'nex grins and claps for all three greenriders, even the poor guy stuck with a green. Ouch. Of course, Loe being on the other side of Cris gets some attention as the brownling cranes his neck to see just what the new knot looks like. "Oo."
Done with the greenlings, no longer 'lings, G'deon starts in with the blues of which there were several. So fitting for Cadgwith's offspring. "A'sh, you and Squirtith actually made it," he offers jovially as he replaces the young man's knot and moves down to Chelle. "A fine job you did, Chelle, you and Rhajath," he adds, patting the woman's shoulder quickly before moving on. Must keep things going to remain efficient. And it's a wonder he can remember the order at all.
Serafa cheers long and loudly when Chelle receives her new knot "Yay Chelle!" She yells with obvious delight, as if to make up for the fact that she was the only one here representing Chelle's friends from Ista.
Sinead jumps and claps wildly for Chelle and Rhajath. "Yeah Chelle! Yeah Rhajath!" The guard continues clapping and jumping, how very, un-guardlike.
"Proud of all Cadgwith's babies?" D'renn asks Pyrene idly, loitering near her again.
Pyrene's applause drops off noticeably. She's saving herself for later. Chelle and A'sh do get some bright smiles. D'renn is ignored. Above, Cadge thrums with as much energy as ever. /She's/ proud of all her babies.
Kh'ryn silently watches and listens; clapping at the appropriate places and shaking hands with those passing back into line. Slowly, his turn approaches, but the bluerider doesn't say much, nor does he fidgit. As he stated in the beginning.. Let's get this over with.
Cris examines Loe's knot with scrutiny, along with a slow nod as she happily chirps her congratulations. "It's beautiful, Loe. I can't wait to get mine." is cheerfully provided as her comment, Loe's latched arm getting a squeeze as she watches the weyrleader start onto the blue weyrlings. "I'll be getting mine soon!" "Woooooo.... go Looo!!!" Kare cries with a grin, making a fist and jubilantly punching it at the air. A miniature of the cheer comes from the mini-Kare on the ground who, amidst scritches, squeals a "Yay Auntie Looo."
Chelle grins as her knot is changed, fingers lifting to finger the new knot on her shoulder. It's /done/! A sigh of relief follows as she beams at those congratulators that she hears. Rhajath gets noticed, too, of course as she raises her hand over at him. He bellows loudly, a note of pride.
And there goes another one! "Chelle!" even, comes the cry from Rianne as she continues her little dance in place, Kearneth watching her from across the bowl with a tolerantly fond expression, for once off his high ropes and seeming to enjoy it as he impassively watches the riders graduate and watches and listens. Rianne moves towards those that are left, inserting herself near them. "It's almost time... I can't believe I'm shaking," Rianne says, holding up her small shaking hand.
Loe's shoulder waggles unnoticably at Kare-and-... Kare. Erm. Loe can't twist enough to get her shoulder that close to the front. "Yeah! You, and then ... Kez," who gets a belated fingerwiggle. "And everyone. And then ... we get to go do other stuff." Loe blinks, tugging Cris' arm slightly. "Um. What /do/ we do?" No more classes.
Khena glances around, trying to ignore all the cheering and clapping. Not the way she would have preferred a ceremony like this to be performed, but she didn't really have anything to say about that, now did she? Instead, she forces herself to relax, standing a bit more loosely instead of the attention she was so used to. Another glance and a smile is shot Elehu-way before she turns back to the rest of the weyrling, observing who's received their knot and who hasn't.
More smiling, more clapping, and more congradulating comes from the brownling, K'nex as he watches his clutchmates get all their shiny new knots. It's just so../happy/. Sniffle. Ahem. "Yeah, Cris and me and just everyone," he says echoing Loe. Yay.
Next on the weyrleader's list is Cris, a broad smile on G'deon's face as he attaches a new knot to her shoulder. "You and Qelketh have done a fantastic job. Best of luck in your new wing," he offers, an amused light in his eyes as he moves on to Kh'ryn. "And for you, my lad, I have an urgent message that will need to be run to Southern Boll. Think you can manage it?" he asks, barely keeping himself from laughing as this blueling is fitted with the knot of a full rider. He quickly winks, though, before moving, just kidding of course. Surely. Perhaps.
X'ner grins. "Wooohoo, Chelle! Alright!" Clap clap! Hey, he adores all his clutchmates. Yes indeed he does. Oooh, and Kh'ryn is a bluey! And he's within the Ner's reach. Fwee. So reach out he does, giving a gentle pat on the back. "Way to go, Kh'ryn.." Oh my, the Ner is being non-hypercrazy.
Shaiyun goes home.
Sinead claps, as per ususal, the palm of her hands beginning to turn a slight red. "Yea Cris! Woooh Kh'ryn!"
Pyrene grins in amusement as Kh'ryn's knotted. Cadge has an even more cryptic expression on her face as Cris is called up, the dragon yawning speculatively.
Chelle has had her moment in the spotlight and steps back to watch the rest, keeping a count on knots, or trying to...and watching each presentation. The grin stays on her face and she claps once again, though not nearly as loudly or as long now. "Good going Cris...Kh'ryn!" she calls to the latest of the 'changed'.
"Wonderful! We have a Rider Cris!" Rianne says elborately bowing towards Cris with a mischevious grin on her face. "Congratulations!" A twinkling beam passes over her face as she claps for her girl wildly, before turning towards Kh'ryn witha bit of a different smile on her face as she steps back and away from him to say a bit more softly, "Congratulations. You deserve it," Rianne says and then begins to clap even more energetically. "Already being put to work in fact!" Her gaze goes from him, to S'cen, to the rest of the weyrlings, shining and strong.
K'nex just beams, and attempts to give Cris a BIG one armed hug- wouldn't wan't to de-tach her from Loe and make them less cute. Ahem -and conradulates his friend, "Yay...Rider Cris. You and Qel..well.." The brownling stops and shrugs. Nevermind Qel. He's fussy and ran away from home. Of course, Kh'ryn gets applause, too.
Kh'ryn maintains his serious expression, until Gids mentions the urgent message. "Wha? Now?" he asks, until realization that it's just a joke hits him. Oh. Blushing faintly, the now-full-fledge rider fingers his knot and smiles at the crowd. "Anyone else got any other messaes to deliver?" he adds, laughing despite his embarassement, and taking his place back beside Reiko. Rianne's words are noted, and smile is offered... Though no other comment...
Imbriath drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Aera, glancing towards the ground far below, slips down the smooth hide of Imbriath and towards the ground with help of lifted paw.
Reiko arches a brow at the Weyrleader's tease, but the smile she gives Kh'ryn at his promotion is genuine. "Congratulations." Just loud enough for him to hear.
Catia leeps clapping, grinning at G'deon's asides to the new riders. Livia fidgets next to her, while Taesha watches with an aloof expression.
Khena nods toward Kh'ryn as he receives his new knot, glimmer shooting through her eyes, silently mouthing 'congratulations' at the bluerider, whether he sees it or not, a crooked grin forming on her face. As much of a responce as to be expected from the brownrider in a situation such as this.
G'deon is still on the verge of laughing as he moves on to M'uch, the 'unfortunate' rider of blue Spamth. "There you go, rider," the weyrleader pipes up cheerfully, then moves on to the ex-Harper turned blue rider. "Rianne, it's been a pleasure having you as a weyrling. I can't wait to hear a song or two about it." Hint hint. Or not.
Cris has a knot! Everybody cheer! Removing new knot for a moment and closely examining it, Cris beams even brighter than her usual. "Lookit this, Loe! I bet mine's shinier than yours!" is chirped. At K'nex's hug, brownrider gets a glittery-eyed beam and she returns the one armed hug with one of her own. "I'm a rider, Kezzy! And Qel, well, he's still a dragon." is provided as she trails off, shooting a glance over to the blue.
Aera wakes up.
Lorsalia and T'am continue to applaud their fellow weyrlings, Yajisarath copying them and shaking her bells in the background to help with the noise.
Pyrene grimaces at M'uch and Spamth, but puts a little energy into her clapping for Rianne. Never hurts to suck up to a harper.
Emerald green spirals down from the crystalline blue sky. Perhaps a little late, but better late then never, right? Imbriath's rider isn't what we would call the conventional rider -- first off, she's a few handspans too short of the mark of riderhood. On the second hand, she's got the pudgy face of a child and leathers that obviously weren't made for her, but were adjusted here and there so that she has the ability to actually /move/ in the thing. Aera trip-tumbles down the monsterous green side, slapping it as she goes. "Tanks, Imbwi!" Still having problems with those r's, apparently. This little Kwa-spawn was probably completely unaware of the celebration but look! She's still here, isn't she? Anyhow, she's got a sweetstick stuffed into her mouth and smudged onto her cheeks and, even as she begins her rediculous swagger into the crowd, is shouting greetings to people she barely knows. A congratulation or two is even thrown in as others south such things as well.
D'renn claps his hand over his mouth to stifle a very audible yawn that interrupts his clapping.
Congratulations here and then over there, Sua seems to tire of this for the moment. Instead, her head bobs and her lips twitch up into a grin as she watches the show. One knot is replaced with another as a nice large crowd begins to bounce with excitement. "No more 'lings, now." Or well, there still are a few left to go. Amber eyes brighten even more, her arms soon crossing against her chest as she waits for the rest of them to be announced as full riders with their new knots.
Loe squeals, chirping back and peering at a Cris-not. "They're /both/ shiny." A few bobs of her head, and she peeks up and down the line again, hmming. "I wonder how many more we have left?" Squealch.
Sinead yeahs and jumps, her feet becoming sore as well, but that doesn't mean she's about to stop. "Yeah Rianne!" She exclaims excitedly for her, and to M'uch, they she really didn't get a chance to know him.
As G'deon reaches her, Rianne looks at him for a moment as if not quite believing this. Wait.. he's supposed to go to other people. But.. wait... But Rianne recover's herself to a Harper's composure very quickly and takes the knot from him gently, tossing it in the air playfully and then catching it. "Oh, yes, it seems to be real," Rianne says with a mishevious grin at the Weyrleader. "And thank you very much... but I doubt that hearing a song of /my/ composition would be much of a treat," Rianne grins and then drops a curtsey to all those clapping and smiling.. without her skirts. She manages somehow. And then she promptly turns and marches over towards S'cen determinedly and shows him her knot. "See this? This means that I can do /this/!" With that, Rianne leans in to kiss him firmly on the lips, her eyes dancing with laughter.
K'nex glances at Qel again, and rolls his eyes- Oy - before grining back at Cris. "Yes you are..." And then he's clapping again for M'uch and Rianne as they get their new shiny knots. Twitter. Is that all the blueriders now? Oh my...Rianne is..eyed for a moment before Kez turns his head away. Ok, she's just weird. That knot is definatly going to her head. Cough.
Chelle , still watching carefully, can't hold back a giggle as she watches Rianne and S'cen. She shakes her head in amusement at the display, but to each their own. Turning back to the rest of the proceedings, she cranes her neck a bit to try to count how many are left at the end of the line.
Hiza cheers for the blue-no-longer-lings, concentrating on the ceremony being held out and not on the people watching. If her family is there, she'll get to see them later, now won't she? And other people as well, more local. So she claps and cheers and is happy-like for those around her, "Yay! Chelle, A'sh! Cris, Khor, Ri-anne! M'uch" And eyes twinkle as the former-harper bluerider goes toward the unfamiliar other-rider, happy for her. Yay.
X'ner continues to clap, grinning broadly, and glances over at Rianne, promptly laughing. "Wooooooohoo! Go Rianne!!" Hey now, gotta root for kissing stuff. Sniff. Who's going to kiss him when /he/ gets his knot? Hm? Hm? Sniff.
Now on to V'king, rider of blue Valhallath as G'deon digs in his satchel for still more of the shiny new knots. "Fantastic as always, lad," he offers with a clap on the back after the new knot is attached. "Keep it up. And you, W'eilurv," he adds, grinning at blue Albluesth's rider, "always so charming." And at last he's done with the hearty group of blue riders and starts at the top of his list of browns with Teeth's rider, Essie, and on to K'nex. "You've done a fabulous job, K'nex," the weyrleader comments genuinely while attaching the rider's knot. "Good luck in the future."
And now that that is over with, Kh'ryn stands slightly apart from the rest of the newest riders. He claps along when Rianne receives her knot, but his hands stop on their own accord when he spies her kissing S'cen. Instead of continuing as though nothing happened, those same hands reach into his pocket to pull out a small flask... Which is uncorked immediately, and drank deeply from. See, there's another good thing about the new knots. You can do this without anyone telling you off for it. Another few longs pulls from the wine, and Khor slinks off deeper into the crowd. Time to celebrate in peace...
Sinead yells and screams. "Go K'nex! Wooh!" She jumps and screams like a guard gone mad, which is just dangerous, but still.
Pyrene cheers Rianne soundly after that display. Good for those who inject a little gossip-worthy entertainment into the proceedings. "Well, done V'king... W'eilurv," she responds in a more lacklustre tone. She perks up again for Essie and K'nex though. Browns! Cadge bestows the same speculative yawn on K'nex as she did on Cris. Somethings she remembers. Or kind of remembers. Or at least has it fixed in mind that these two need watching.
People are being promoted here and there and all over the place and s Aera is trying to wach the action but still watching, she runs smack-dab into a rather large bluerider. "Mmf." Is her only sound and then she aims a well-timed punch at his thigh, "Whatchewhewe y'goin'!" She demands, her little face turned into a little frown. Hands are placed on her hips and then she points at the action, "An' /watch/!" Well -- isn't she just a leeeeeetle imperious?
Squaln steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Cris gives Loe's arm and squeeze and a nod, a glance to her knot confirming the fact that Cris' knot isn't any shinier, gosh darnit. And then K'nex gets his knot, and a poke with her free elbow is provided. "You're a rider now, Kezzy." is declared in a singsong voice, and with a short glance to Cadge-gold, Cris attempts to look innocent.
D'renn keeps applauding, keeps a happy face. "Be nice to the blues, Pyrene," he hisses. "Cadgwith hatched 'em, after all."
Lorsalia oohs when the brownlings begin to receive their new knots and she bounces on the balls of her feet, beaming at T'am. "Ohohoh! You're gonna be next, you're gonna be next!" She squeals, one hand fingering her new knot. "I hope we're put into the same wing. Wouldn't that be /smashing/?" She asks, oblivious to the others now. "Except...I wanna be in P'rru's wing and that may be kinda awkward. But still!" She squeals, and continues bouncing around the still-as-stone T'am, whose face is still reflecting pink from Lorsalia's leathers.
S'cen was just innocently clapping the whole time. An extra cheer is given for Rianne as she gets her knot, then a proud smile as she marches over to him. He nods as she asks if he sees the knot, but she doesn't give him enough time to say anything. But that's ok; it's certainly not unwelcome. After returning her kiss he grins down at her. "Congratulations."
Blue. Blue. Brown. Brown! Hey..That's him! K'nex jumps ass he suddenly realizes that G'deon is attaching a knot to his shoulder. Oh! "Heh, thanks..," the brownling-er...brownrider finally sputters. Hah. He made it. Shirasuth bugles his joy in the backround, compleatly proud of his Rider. See, see? I was right. "Yay, Cris...Now we're both Riders." Cage is..glanced at as Cris looks that way. What?
"I /am/ being nice to them!" Pyrene snaps at D'renn, stung. "And I don't see that I owe them anything just because Cadge hatched them." Yes. The responsibility lies with Cadgwith, not her.
Squaln enters the Bowl with a huge grin on his face. Boots scuff on the ground and make clinking noises as he makes his way towards the weyrlings.. er.. /riders/ now! Squaly starts clapping and then breaks into loud cheers. "Wooo!" he bellows. Hopefully none of them get embarrassed easily, eh? Grin. "That's what I'm talkin' about!" Shards, he can be loud..
Rianne turns around towards the people clapping for a moment and gives them an elaborate bow after she breaks the kiss, and gives them all an elaborate wink. "Well?" Is all she says, with one hand on her hip before she turns back towards him and says, "Thank you, of course. And I've been waiting to do that, so you'll excuse the haste in which I did it," Rianne says with a grin up at him. "After all, this knot has to have some benefits an-" Rianne cuts off as she sees Kh'ryn in the crowd, her smile fading for a moment as her eyes fill with mist. "Why me?" Her question is quiet.. not pentulant, but just.. wistful.
Hiza is just as chipper and excited as G'deon continues as she was when he started, "V'king, W'eilurv, Essie... Kezzziiieee!!!" Shining smile toward her fellow formerlly-weyrlings, shooting a look to X'ner and calling pleasently, "Bronze comes after brown, y'know!" Meaning the X'ner doesn't have too long to wait now.
Chelle has finally stopped the clapping altogether. Not even one little clap is given to the full-fledged riders. Instead, left hand massages right wrist slightly. The silly grin is still on her face, as she keeps a tally, but she's let the magic of the moment overcome her, not worrying about trying to find words.
G'deon quickly moves on with Pae, giving the onetime Healer a wink and moving on before her hyperness can possibly consume him. Trip, brown Clutzeth's rider, is next on his list, then he's on to the two bronzers of the group. "T'am, congratulations. You and Farleth are an excellent addition to our Weyr." And last but certainly not least is X'ner. It's not Gid's fault the guy's name starts with an X. "Well done, X'ner. You and Nezdarvyth both." Then stepping back he gives the entire line of newly made riders a last salute, and a wide beaming grin. "Congratulations, all of you. And clear skies!" And now for the best part. Let the festivities begin!
Catia peers around the crowd, counting weyrlings still un-knotted. A hand creeps into her pocket again, and a soft smirk makes its appearance on her lips before she starting clapping again: the final bronzeriders have been 'caught'. Now for fun! "Stay with Taesha, Livvy," she tells her daughters, and starts to make her way into the crowd.
D'renn cheers loudly for the new riders... and leads the way into the living caverns.
Pae, that onetime Healer, bounces as she's given her knot. "Thank you, sir, sir, sir!" Her bounciness hasn't diminished as she thanks him and turns to run towards the others with a big smile on her face, boucning all the way, just as was her wont to do. "Congrrraaatulations, all!"
D'renn strides to the Caverns.
Bronze comes after brown? Really? Blink!!! Gah! Where'd Gid come from?!! Squeak! Oh. Blink. Knot. Rider...Yessssssssss! And the bronzie peers at his knot for a moment before whirling in place. Ah yes, crazy Ner is back. "Alright!!" Oooo! He knows that voice! Head turns to look over his shoulder, grin growing all the wider. "Squaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaln!"
Sinead shouts to all the new riders. "Congrat's Pae, T'am, X'ner!" She exclaims before shouting out a congratulations to all of hte newest riders
Pyrene has somehow managed to clap to the end, although she does shake her hands vigorously after cheering for X'ner. The bronzes get winks though, and her head nods to Cadge. "And just think!" she calls aloud to the weyrlingmasters. "Another few months and Cadge will rise again." Wouldn't like to leave them empty-handed after all.
Pyrene wanders distractedly to the Caverns.
Squaln shuffles to the Caverns.
Somewhere near the back of the crowd, the celebrating has already started. A few more sips from Kh'ryn's flask, and he claps for the final weyrlings receiving their new knots. Then, he shrugs. May's well head on off towards the Caverns with everyone else... At least this way he can get lost in the crowd.. or something.
Erzulie> "Oh, that makes me feel /so/ much better, Pyrene..." D'renn drawls, having heard her loud comment.
Chelle raises an eyebrow at the suddenness of the ending. "That's it.." she states to herself in unbelief. "Well, well, well...." Instead of following the rest inside, she walks over towards Rhajath, spending several moments with him.
X'ner slinks along to the Caverns.
Hiza gives joyful cheering to the last ones to be knotted, "Paaaaae, Trip, T'aaaaaam!!!! X'neeeeeerrrr!" So she has a soft spot for the bronzeriders. And with that she moves quickly toward her Issryuith, giving a happy pat to her neck and removing a package. Time to go change, and then party. Whoo.
Serafa slinks to the Caverns.
Sua seems to have missed so much with the days locked in her weyr or the trips to the Hall which she took to bring back a few... things. Something she has missed, and simply gives a few blueriders a glance and then the rest of the new riders a look. "Well, finally that's done with." And now what do they all do? Of course, be riders... And so the young woman heads away from the crowd and those heading to celebrate, simply making her way to her brown lifemate silently, already ready to show off her new knot.
Catia heads straight towards the blond head of a darkly dressed new rider, moving swiftly through the departing crowds. "Kh'ryn?" she calls.
Erzulie> Pyrene snorts lightly. "I fail to see how it affects you," she notes to D'renn. "Squaln? Is that you? I missed you out there. Fancy a drink with me?" Anything to avoid D'renn.
Reiko breathes a sigh as the last weyrling knot is exchanged, slipping into the crowd as if she might be able to vanish completely, headed inexorably toward the caverns with everyone else.
Khena blinks, suddenly aware that the ceremony is over and, taking a deep breath, breaks rank moving to her lifemate to give him a good scratch on the muzzle before turning around to the rest of the crowd, her steps carrying her around it toward the shadows.
Sinead quietly steps to the Caverns.
Elehu quietly walks to the Caverns.
Reiko saunters to the Caverns.
K'nex's face is starting to hurt from alll this grinning just like his hands are hurting from all this clapping. Not that he's abotu to sell anyone short by stopping, no sir. "All-right!" Well, that's it folks. They're alll Riders. Aww. And now they're all off to the party? Shiver..
Kh'ryn walks, with casual strides to the Caverns.
Erzulie> D'renn hmmphs and gets his own drink - snubs from Pyrene could hardly faze him after so many Turns of receiving them. Gathering up a tray of ready-filled glasses from a table, he starts to circulate. "Benden white? Tillek red?"
Erzulie> Squaln acknowledges the goldrider and nods with a grin. "Yeah, it's me. May look a little different than before, but, it's still me." he says to his superior. "And, yes, I'll join you for that drink." Squaly has always been a sucker for this type of occasion; weyrling graduations are always fun.
Catia walks slowly to the Caverns.
You go to the Living Caverns.
Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are forty-three firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), White Clay Egg Pot, and Sasha's Body Tangle Dice here.
D'renn, Pyrene, Squaln, X'ner, Serafa, Sinead, Elehu, Reiko, Kh'ryn, and Catia are here.
Hiza slinks coyly in from the Central Bowl.
Mneoth> Hands sore with applause, a grin creasing her face, the tall Reacher heads back intot he cavern.. Shan is a quiet one, and doesn't know too many here.. for all that she has lived her for over aturn.
Shandre walks in from the Central Bowl.
Catia follows after her target. "Ahem, Kh'ryn?" she calls, catching up closer to the young man.
Skippity skippity, and X'ner hurries into the caverns, proudly displaying leathers and knot. Hey, those leathers are important you know! Oh yes. Grin only widens as he flops his way over to Squaln and Pyrene. "Hey!" Ooooh, now he wants a drink too. No leaving this bronzie out of it. Sniff. "And how come Rianne gets kisses and I don't? Hm?"
Mneoth> Loe peeks about, squeaking as the knotting finishes -- and then scuttling off to get changed. Dresses are nice. Eek.
Kariel walks in from the Central Bowl.
Sinead snickers a bit as she hears X'ner's comment about kisses. The guard simply shakes her head as she moves out of the way of the entrance.
Serafa flounces in from the bowl, her skirts swirling about her ankles dramaticly. Seeing a passing someone with a tray of drinks she takes one and moves to where she can sip and observe in relative quiet.
Cris walks in from the Central Bowl.
Kh'ryn halts his quick steps, turning as his name is called. "Yes?" he asks, just barely recognizing the woman. Flask is slid back under jacket, and hands are sent hiding into pockets. A smile is plastered to his face. Mind you, he is starting to feel a little better. Well, he certainly must /not/ be wearing anti-woman repellent if Catia's coming to talk to him, neh? Bowing his head to the dragonhealer, he then says, "How can I help you?" Respecting seniors is not something that will quit simply because he's no longer a weyrling.
[Khena has been promoted to Wingrider.]
Pyrene grins happily at Squaln. "Always a good idea to get to it before the weyrlings have a chance to. They always drink like fishes after they graduate. Seem to think that their new knot makes them capable of handling large amounts of wine." Shaking her head, she appropriates a skin and a seat, motioning to a few more people nearby to join them. "Still, they also often get distracted by members of the opposite sex mobbing them," she add, watching Catia as she chases after Kh'ryn.
Hiza appears from the lower caverns, though she was gone for only a moment. And behold, purple leathers and boots are carried and deposited in some corner, the Hiza decked out in her pretty golder gown, now. And her hair was curled before, really, though now her headband it back. And she immediatly moves toward Elehu, smiling widely. "Ele, hi." Eyes shimmer a bit, "We've made it. Full riders, every one of us. Isn't it lovely?" And no talk of wings. Ta-da.
Mneoth> "Of course I will," S'cen tells Rianne in reference to her "haste". After all, it's not like he was complaining or anything. As she turns to look at Kh'ryn, he does as well, a slight frown crossing his face as he protectively circles an arm around the newly promoted bluerider. "He'll be ok." Well, S'cen doesn't really know that or have any way to find out, but anything to make Mari feel better about it. "C'mon, let's go to the party in the caverns." Keep her occupied and all...
Mneoth> Skeseth sniffs toward his lifemate, eyes whirling at her shoulder and he settles back on his haunches, wings fidgeting with slight irritation. He glances toward G'den, then back at Sua. Is that a grin quirking on that brown, draconic maw?
Whether Kh'ryn's wearing anti-woman repellent or not makes no difference to Catia... One of her hands delves into a pocket too. "Well, I wanted to offer my congratulations," she tells the bluerider. Then, holding out a fabric patch in slender fingers, she grins. "And to offer this, on behalf of Inferno wing."
Loe slinks shiftily in from the Central Bowl.
Sinead watches from the walls as the new riders enter the caverns. Ead smiles to Hiza as she comes in, though whether Hiza saw her or not is unknown.
"Wine." D'renn thrusts the tray of glasses under X'ner's nose, refraining from making faces at Pyrene. "Congrats, too."
K'nex wanders in from the Central Bowl.
Mneoth> Sua's smile slowly stretches, scritching her lifemate with that usual unfocused look of hers. "Now you stay out 'ere, an' I'll be back shortly." That said, the brownrider turns on her heel and quickly makes her way towards the living caverns-- and the wine that is most likely awaiting her.
Mneoth> A determined smile lights Rianne's face as she turns away from Kh'ryn as he walks into the caverns into the crowd, shaking off her wistful look, and everything about it as well as she can, though her smile is still somewhat mild, not like herself. "I.. hope he does. I hate this. I don't like hurting people. And I seem to be doing it too often lately..." Rianne's voice trails off, but she circles her own arm around his waist and smiles at him gratefully for his arm and the contact and.. just his presence, it seems. "Yes, let's go. How could Harpers miss a party, after all?" And with that.. into the caverns she begins to walk.
Shandre slips over to one of the new blueriders, Kh'ryn? She thinks that's his name. Having noticed his abrupt departure from the ceremony, she wanders over to offer congratulations.
Sua steps gracefully in from the Central Bowl.
Squaln nods and follows Pyrene to a vacant seat near her. Settling down into a chair, the lad grins and grabs an empty goblet, occasionally glancing at the new riders every now and then. The goldrider is glanced at again and he peers at the skin. "I can imagine." he finally says to her. "This is a big day for them all.. they can do things now that they haven't been able to do in a long time." Grin..
Rianne sweeps confidently, with just the slightest hint of a whisper in from the Central Bowl.
Khena slips into the cavern, keeping to the shadows she moves to the well-laden foodtable to scoop up a plate full of meatrolls, then pours a good-sized mug with ale. Sitting, she take a large gulp of the bevarage, then leans back in her chair, eyes glancing around the cavern, trying to find one particular face somewhere.
S'cen strides with confidence in from the Central Bowl.
Hanabi walks in from the Central Bowl.
Squeak! Oh looky! Purty wine stuff! Glass is snatched off the tray happily, eyes sparkly. Yummy yum! And he promptly throws a grin at D'renn, since his words have gone unnoticed by Pyrene and Squaly. Sniff. Grin! "Thanks!" (X�ner)
Reiko happens to pass near D'renn just as he offers wine. Nevermind that he wasn't technically offering her. She steps neatly around X'ner, prizing a nearly-full glass from the tray. "Don't mind if I do," she says sweetly, giving D'renn a wink.
Chelle walks in from the Central Bowl.
The blond rider doesn't know what to say. Well, other than to tear one hand from it's hiding place to accept the token from the Wingsecond, and say thank you. "Um.. Inferno? You want me to be part of your wing?" Kh'ryn sounds shocked. However, he does manage to break out into a real smile. "I'... I'd be.. honoured!" And with that, the young man reaches forward to enclasp the woman into a tight hug. She has no idea how much happier she has made him. If you can't have a love life, then you'd may's well have a rewarding career.. which is what Khor and Zylph plan on doing.. with a fresh start as Inferno WINGRIDERS!
"You're very welcome, Reiko..." D'renn answers his fellow bluerider, giving up then and dumping the tray on a handy table, and taking a glass for himself. "So how does it feel to be all growed up?"
K'nex finally creeps into the caverns, and attempts to find the corner with the least people. Not something easily done in a room as crowded as this one is. Eep. Lots. Of. People. Poor Kez..Rider or not, he's not exactly fond of crowds or parties. Eep...
Hanabi has to be here, yes he does! Since he doesn't have a cold anymore. To celebrate, he waltzes around the caverns, drinking from a shot glass. He doesn't hold his liquor well, but it doesn't matter today! "Hiza! Shell!"
Kariel makes sure to tote Karette along into the caverns with him, releasing her wrath subsequently as he trusts her to go her merry way. Leather satchel is then brought to a small table near the main, baritone voice announcing, "Pear brandy and wine from my own stash... anyone's welcome to it..." And with that, he procures Brandy for himself. /This/ is the point of all this graduating. To drink. Yeah.
Catia stumbles rather when released from the hug, more out of surprise than shock. "Welcome to the wing, Kh'ryn," she tells the bluerider with another amused grin, leaning then to whisper something to him.
Sinead sends a cheerful smile towards Chelle with a slight wave as well. Then her attention is returned to the gathering. The guard finds her way to a empty seat where she has a good view of the rooms occupants.
Pyrene grins lightly. "I think that that actually came with graduation to senior weyrling, but they always get more of a kick out of this one," she says as loftily as if she hadn't been in this position a scant five turns ago. "Congratulations, Khory!" she calls out, using the new wingrider's old name. The wine must already be kicking in.
X'ner drinks from his glass all happy-like. Yaaay. Blink. Gasp?! He's growed up now? No! The Ner can't grow up! That's impossible! Sob. Blink. Yeah, ok, back to normal now. "Feels....good!" Especially when he gets to drink wine afterward.
You overhear Catia mutter, "... be ... something ... ... ... you ... ... ... ... members ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... from?" to Kh'ryn.
Loe swishes in, looking cute and adorable and ... well. Loe-esque. "This is all very interesting, I'm sure," Loe mumbles, peering back towards the entrance. "But can't we /leave/ yet?" Then a blink, and Loe huffs, scuttling Kariel-wards. Loe will try to be Loe, for a while. And not Aya-in-Loe-clothing. "Ka-a-are! Karesie!" Don't ask where that came from. "Hello-o-o!" Beam, beam. Beam. "Kare." Swoon.
Chelle finally makes her way into the caverns, still fingering her knot slightly. Sidling through the crowd, she finally finds her way through to the serving table, heaped with goodies. She opts for a mug of klah before turning to try to find a place to sit. Others are nodded at, waved at, smiled at. Hanabi, too gets a grin as she gets closer to him, "Well, well...no more cold?" she asks, noting the /non/ sniffling man.
Reiko lets a casually appraising glance sweep over D'renn. "I've been 'growed up' for quite a few Turns now," she says evenly. "But it's nice to leave weyrlinghood behind." Which is surely more what he had in mind.
Hanabi helps himself to the pear brandy, as well as bringing a few glasses over for Sinead and Chelle and Hiza. "Hey, Chelle, thanks for helping me get better." Uninvited, he hands each person a glass of pear brandy. "Congratulations!"
Rianne enters the caverns, witnessing the scene and calling out from her place at S'cen's side, her arm still entwined around his waist as she calls out merrily, "Now where is this wine I've heard so much about?" Rianne asks with a grin on her face as she walks over towards the tables.. and then immediately seem to here something about Kh'ryn and turns towards him, assmiliating the situation quickly. "Oh.. congratlations, again, Kh'ryn!" Rianne calls out softly, her eyes averted towards the table and downwards.
Cris slides into the living caverns along with the mob of people, intent on celebrating and - oh, is that wine over there? Loe, back behind her, gets a cheery glance and Cris fetches herself a glass of wine, and on slow second thought, the wheels turning in her head, she fetches a second to putter over towards Loe. "Wine, Loe. Look. Want some?"
Merra comes down from the workrooms above.
Sinead is startled as the trader hands her a glass of pear brandy. Instead of showing too much of her shock she takes the glass and nods to Hanabit. "Thank you," she says to him before taking a small sip of it.
Sua seems to arrive just in time to see a certain bluerider join the Inferno wing? The things she really misses. The brownrider heaves a sigh, heading straight towards the wine where she may get herself a glass before flopping into a seat quickly, her leathers giving off an audible wrinkling sound which is drowned out by the chittering of a ferret running out from her jacket, finding a nice perch on the woman's shoulder. And there it is, Sua with her wine and ferret and nothing else.
Squaln scans the room again and notices X'ner amongst the crowds. The lad lets out a loud whistle to the bronzer and points right at him; "Congrats, 'Ner!" is bellowed. Pouring some wine into the goblet, Squaly then leans back in his chair. "It's amazing to see them all grow as one. And graduate as one, too." he says to Pyrene.
Kh'ryn chuckles aloud at the whispered comment, nodding his head and applying the fabric symbol of his new status proudly onto his knot. "Thanks again..." Beaming smile, he then overheas the congrats from all over; like many voices washing over him. First, he waves to Pyrene and thanks her, and hten, he turns to Rianne and smiles trully to her too. "Thanks. And the same to you.." he says, his words meaning much more, and refering to more than just the graduation.
D'renn nods peaceably - it was what he'd had in mind. Though that doesn't stop him leering at Reiko. "I like it when you all grow up out of weyrlinghood," he tells her. Good thing Lis isn't around.
Shandre reaches to the abandonded tray and helps herself to a glass of wine as well. Bluerider is obviously busy elsewhere, but.. she has all the time in the world...
Chelle blinks up at Hanabi from her chair. "I /had/ some klah..." Of course, she was planning on trying to stay sane...But... "Thanks, though." she accepts the brandy and takes a sip. Hmm...it's been a while...
"Well, I'm not convinced that they've all grown," Pyrene observes, her gaze flicking briefly over X'ner. "But they seem to have reached a point where D'renn's comfortable flirting with them. Not that that takes much. But how've you been doing? You look like you've done a bit of growing yourself." She pauses to wave shamelessly at Rianne and S'cen, hoping to coax the pair over for interrogation.
X'ner whirls around a bit and peers at Squaln before grinning and zooming over, hopping into a chair beside him. "Squaln! Squaaaaaln! I saw you outside! You caaaaaaaame!" Yes, happy Ner. Ooo, and he's a full rider now. Leer. Yes, he can leer without anyone swatting him. Well..maybe. Mrowr.
Kariel raises a brow in question but opts for the more passive route, smiling a charming little grin and nodding down to her. "How are you, Loe? And congratulations, might I add... I yelled for you, but I fear it might have been lost among the crowds."
Reiko meet's D'renn's leer with an even gaze. And if Lis were around, she'd check the greenrider out, too. Equal opportunity leering, you know. "Then congratulations to you, as well," she remarks dryly.
Catia grins again at Kh'ryn, and abandons him. "I have more business...." she tells him, snagging a glass of wine from the table as she heads towards someone else on her list - someone wearing a pretty gold gown.
D'renn laughs out loud in appreciation of Reiko's response. "Congratulations again," he salutes her with his half-empty glass, and wanders off into the crowds. D'renn goes home.
K'nex spots Sua as he's creeping aroudn the room, and is reminded that their conversation was cut off earlier by that whole graduation thing. Ahem..And she brought him something, and so the brownrider ambles over to his clutchmate. "Hey, Sua..." Psst. "Um, does the ferret bite?" So he's easily distracted..
Hiza wiggles her fingers toward Sinead and beams toward her brother, "Why, thank you." Glass is taken with an inclination of the head, and then the greenrider lets the smell drift up to her nose before frowning slightly and offering it to Elehu, "Though I shouldn't, after all." Clueless as to the approach of the Dragonhealer, is she, as well, merrily looking purty. Or something.
"I sa-aw you," Loe states, waggling for no particular reason. "And Karette. She's so cute." A slight nod, and then she squeaks, glancing at Cris. "Wine? ... I dunno. I dunno if I'm supposed to have any, yet. Aya's cranky." Not that she's ever /not/ cranky, but, y'know. "And I don't want to make her mad, or anything. Y'know. Right." Shifty-eye.
Merra hasn't quite been able to shake the feeling she ought to congratulate former fellow candidates. Upon further inspection, however, she only sees S'cen, and he's not only been long graduated, he's not actually from the Reaches. Well. Taking the opportunity for random people-watching, the resident snags a glass of wine and settles into an empty chair. So much for the intended socializing.
Squaln nudges X'ner with an elbow when he takes a seat next to him. "Seems like only yesterday you Impressed." he says to the bronzer. "Congrats! What wing did you get abducted into?" Yiisss. The herder peers at his friend's knot and beams.
Reiko watches D'renn's retreating form for a moment or two, then shrugs and takes her glass deeper into the crowds. A bit more of this wine and she might even feel like socializing.
"Hello Elehu," Catia greets the healer as she gets closer. "Enjoying all the fuss?" Her fingers slide down to her pocket once more, and she palms something small and squashable. "And you, Hiza... congratulations."
Sua tilts her head to glance at K'nex, her fingers searching into that hidden pocket of her jacket to pull out a redfruit treat for her fetter. "Bite? Nah, not Lati..." And there is that innocent grin, glancing from the animal on her shoulder to fellow brownrider. "Well, last that I 'member." A pause is taken to sip from her glass. "So everyone is a full rider now. Seems that it was jus' the other day, though, that we 'pressed." Sigh.
Kilbane arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Serafa smiles over her glass as she watches the ebb and flow of the crowd, Not quiet up to circulating yet she watches with interest the predatory prowlings of the newly graduated riders.
Cris cheerfully sloshes the glass at Loe, attempting to look hurt for the greenrider not accepting Cris' gift right away. "But only a bit, Loe. Aya won't get too mad. Wine makes you cute!" is persuaded and Cris attempts to look pained as she hersefl takes a sip of her own wine. "Yum, Loe." Yes.
Kariel ahhhs softly, raising a brow and running his glass of brandy beneath her nose. Scent hopefully wafts to her senses as lips twist into a playful cast... "No wine, but perhaps some brandy? Surely Aya wouldn't mind..."
Khena hooks a leg over the armrest of her chair, eyes having found the one she was looking for, who seems occupied with someone else. Instead she, removes her gaze from Elehu and finds Kh'ryn in the crowds, giving him a grin over the rim of her mug before taking a deep drink from her ale. Yup, that was it. Just get good and drunk now, before having to worry about the extended duties of a wingrider.
Kh'ryn suddenly remembers something that he forgot back at the weyr, and goes off to fetch it. Dont' worry.. He'll be back in a while... Unless, of course, he becomes intoxicated along the way and can't make the flight. However, after the good news of being joined to Inferno Wing, he'll more than likely keep that flask put away for a while longer. Kh'ryn goes home.
X'ner shakes his head, taking another drink from his wine glass as he leans back into his chair..promptly propping his feet up into an empty nearby chair. Yes, stretch the leather on his legs. Yesssss. Gwaha. o_O "Nah, seems like yesterday that I was a candidate with /you/." Aw. Lovely memories. He glances around suspiciously for a moment. "Hm..I havn't been abducted yet though.." Abducted? Aliens? Probes?
Kilbane has apparently came in at just the right time. Shouts of genuine congratulations of all kinds flow from his mouth as he heads straight over to the table strewn with oodles of good things to eat and drink.
Hanabi grins at Hiza and Sinead, who apparently spells his name with a t. Lookie, he's getting the Weyrguard drunk! He's really not a crowd person, but when he's drunk, it's all good.
K'nex is, of course, still suspicious of the ferret, but he carefully reaches out to pet it...ready to pull his finger away quickly if it comes to that. His finger. Gr. "Oh." A pause and a glance from the ferret to the brownrider, "Yup. Everyone is...and /I/ don't think it seems liek just yesterday. Well, maybe a little." He's done way too much work since then to have is seem like just yesterday.
Chelle watches Elehu approach their table, Hiza gets a raised brow as she declines the drink her brother's gotten for her. Chelle doesn't worry too much about it, though, sipping hers slowly and watching the crowd. Too many people make her nervous. "So..what'd you think about it?" she finally asks Sinead, nearly having to shout over the crowd.
Loe squeaks as she's attacked from both sides, wringing her hands and peeking back and forth. "It /does/ look kinda yummy." Squeak. "And it /does/ smell nice." Another squeak, and she keeps wringing her hands. "You're sure she won't get upset? /Really/ sure? Positive?"
Pyrene admires the leather on X'ner's legs as she curls her own beneath her chair. "Oh, I don't know. I think you've both come a long way from being candidates," she observes.
Hiza smiles widely, "Oh, 'ello Catia. Thank you." No, she's still clueless, happily dazed in her own little world. Very dazed. And sort of beamingly quiet.
Catia beams though - she's enjoying herself. "I've got something for you, if you're interested, Hiza..." she offers the younger greenrider, hand held out with a slightly crushed Inferno badge.
Sinead refuses to be drunk, she has a Weyr to guard. The traders grin is returned as she takes another /small/ sip of the pear brandy.
Reiko and her wine make it over to the food table. Emerald gaze flickers about the caverns now at the crowd around her, perhaps seeking out a familiar face? It might be difficult to tell. She helps herself to a savory pastry and finishes off her wine... quickly snagging another glass from a passing tray.
Cris attempts to look very persuasive, sloshing Loe's proffered glass the slightest to show how lovely this wine is. "Yes, she'll love you because you had wine, Loe. Wine is very good, see." is declared firmly as she takes second sip from her own glass. "Wine, wine, wine. Loe, you want this lovely wine, I can tell."
Squaln waves to Kilbane as he enters and looks at X'ner again, still glancing at his knot from time to time. "Yeah, that's true. We were such popular candidates." Evil smirk. Too popular for their own good, so it seemed. "I suppose I can give Hiza a kiss now that she's all grown up and graduated..." Blue optics trail over to the lady greenrider; where did /that/ comment come from? Ahem. He didn't say that /too/ loudly.. hopefully. Ahem again. Pyrene is nodded at; "Yeah, I hope to make it to senior apprentice someday. That's my current goal." Blush. Hiza.
Kariel mms, shrugging slightly with a laugh. "Mmm... sure. Why not?" What's it gonna hurt, aye? "You can even drink out o9f my special goblet. Here." And with that, he passes his glass to Loe: a bit larger than average glass, clear on top, fading to dark violet stem and rimmed in gold plating. "Things taste better in it."
Merra continues to watch the various little dramas, enjoying the chance to relax. Coincidentally, this is paired with the notable absence of her daughter. Familiar faces start distinguishing themselves, and she heaves herself upwards, meandering over to the blueriding Reiko type. "Reiko. Congratulations." This, apparently, passes for a greeting in her book.
Chelle ohhhhs at Catia and Hiza as she spies what Catia's handing over. "Congratulations Hiza!" she yells to her friend. "Good wing!" As if she'd know! She decides to shut up and sip at her brandy, the stuff going right to her brain. Is it hot in here, or is it just her?
S'cen follows Rianne through the caverns until the bluerider apparently recalls something she had to do and forgot, or... something. In any case, after making a quick excuse, she dashes out of the room, leaving poor S'cen amongst all these scary Reachians. Ack. But he did notice the wave Pyrene gave the pair of them. It's at least a start. So he approaches her, with a quick glance at the door through which Rianne exited. "Good morning. Name's S'cen, Assistant Werylingmaster from Ista Weyr." At least, he will be once the Candidates start coming in...
Sua's little ferret friend seems to find K'nex's finger interesting, that is until she finds the lock of hair covering the young woman's ear and begins to chew. "Go 'way, Lati. Stop that." Mutter. "I didn't say it was jus' yesterday... I said ju's the other day. Of course, that can mean 'bout a sevenday 'go." So she is trying to save herself, but she won't add much more to that. "Ah yes, I brought you a bale of hay back from the Hall. Brought two for myself, as well." A grin stretches on her face, soon covered by the glass of wine.
Kilbane fumbles around for a saucer -no- make that a _platter_ and waltzes around the perimeter of the table plucking foods that suit his fancy and even those that don't. He flings a head nod to Squaln while heaping the food onto his large plate swiftly. Yum.
Hiza's eyes and smile widen at the same time, greenrider accepting the badge happily, "Oh, of course! Thank /you/!" Badge is looked at for a moment and Hiza moves to hug Catia, still beaming. Not that she had any prefernce, but Inferno is good. Slightly crushed or not.
X'ner coughs slightly, nearly choking on a sip of his wine..rather, nearly making it come back up in his nose or something. Ewww. He stares at Squaln for a moment..then an evil little look comes across his face. "Oh reeeeeeeeally? Hm. Well be my guest!" A little disappointment there? Maybe. He turns in his chair, laughing, and calls across the cavern. "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiza!! Squaln has something for youuuuuuuuuu!" Cackle.
"As long as senior apprentices are entitled to talk to goldriders once in a while. And kiss their cheek if requested," Pyrene flirts casually. She's much better at that sort of thing when she doesn't mean it. Still, friends are friends. "Ahh, S'cen," she replies more formally. "High Reaches duties to Ista and best wishes for your upcoming clutch, and may I ask what you're doing disturbing our young riders before they're even graduated?" She smiles sunnily.
Loe squeaks again, and keeps peeking back and forth and staring down at the Kare-gift. "Well... I /guess/ I can have a little bit. I guess." A sage nod, and she beams at Cris, wiggling a finger for no particular reason. "I'll have some brandy, now, since I've already got it, and then I promise I'll have some wine with you later, okay? Is that okay?" Blinkblink. "M'kay?"
Reiko blinks as she hears her name, turning to let a casually appraising glance drift over a face and figure she's not seen in some time, a twisted halfsmile curling the corners of her lips. "Merra. Thank you." And the greeting is returned in kind. "Where've you been hiding?" Of course, as observant as Reiko isn't, the answer could be that Merra never left at all.
It seems to be Catia's day for hugs... Hugging Hiza back with more aplomb than she managed for Kh'ryn, she beams at the new Inferno rider. "Welcome! And congratulations again....." And with a general grin, Catia steps off into the crowd. Catia goes home.
Serafa finishes off her glass and makes her way through the throng to the table of food, picking at things randomly, her face assumes a polite expression as she considers the crowd. Not wanting to disturb Chelle she looks about for someone else to pick on.
K'nex pulls his finger away, and just decides to keep it overe /here/ as he remarks "Oh." to Sua again. "Sorry, I...must've mis-heard you. Loud in here." Yes, blame it on the crowd. But this all is ignored whne Kez begins ot beam, "Aw. That's so nice and thoughtful of you...Maybe I'll have to get some more and build myself a table a chairs since mine seem to be perminantly gone..." Not that he's really /looked/ for them.
Sinead just manages to catch Catia handing Hiza an Inferno badge. Ead smiles and yells out an audible, "Congratulations Hiza!" towards the rider.
Squaln is tempted to /thwap/ X'ner until he bruises. He was just about the sip his wine when the bronzer bellows out the call to Hiza. The redness in his cheeks intensifies /drastically/; could it be that someone has made him feel all squishy inside? Shards no. Pause. Well.. maybe a little.. The Herder's pulse quickens a little and he tries to sip his wine again. Is his hand /shaking/?
Elehu laughs softly as Hiza is invited, if it really is an invitation and not a command, into the Inferno wing. "Congratulations, Hi'," she murmurs quietly, taking the glass of wine that had been held out for her. "I've heard it's a good wing." Indeed. She backs off a step then as others congratulate the wey... the rider, and glances slowly around the caverns.
Cris blinks for moments before Loe get a cheery grin. "Okay. I'll drink your wine for you and you can have more later, kay?" is provided as Cris absently wanders off in another direction, sipping at wine. Loe's glass, after it's eyes thoroughly, is set down on a nearby table to be retrieved later, when Cris' own runs out. Lounge. Watch fellow clutchsibs enjoy the freedoms of riderhood. This is the life.
Merra smile faintly, well-aware that there's not much of figure, no matter how long it's been. "Oh, here and there. Spent some time back at Southern Hold, and then settled at Ista Weyr for a while," she answers lightly, merrily -not- offering an explanation for returning. "And how are you and... er... Cerdith doing?"
"Thank you," S'cen replies to Pyrene, just as formally. He can't help but chuckle at her question, though. "It's more of a case of your young rider disturbing the older ones." Of course, 'young' is used relatively; Rianne is actually slightly older than S'cen. "Mari and me... we go back a long way." Wink. "And with all due respect, we /did/ wait until after she'd graduated." Granted it was /right/ after she graduated, but still...
"She looked upset beforehand," Pyrene points out breezily. But she offers him a glass of wine, to take away any sting in her words. "As long as we don't end up with another Mitria/S'ret scenario, I suppose we can permit your... association," she allows with mock magnanimity.
Sua blinks quietly, keeping her innocent little expression on her face. "Permanantly gone? Oh, 'm sure you can find that bales of hay make a better set of furniture than anything else." She shrugs back a shoulder and slumps in her chair, staring into the empty glass of wine, as if attempting to get it filled up once again. "'Nyways, I thought I would bring one for you, since I couldn't get 'Seth to carry 'ny more. He almost refused to carry Lati, actually.." Wait until she finds her other two, if that is possible.
Kilbane dodges a few flailing arms and the occasionally strewn chair before taking a seat nearby Sqal. Shards! He forgot a drink! Squeeze. Push. Finally, he decides upon one of the white wines and ducks/weaves through the tangles of bodies and their appendages. Sit. "Hey Squaln. How're you?"
Hiza hums merrily as she gazes at her badge-she'll no doubt affix it later when she's not wearing a dress. And eyes go to her name being called. "Does he now?" Gaze travels to the blushing Squaln, and head inclines, "Well I'm right over here." Lightly teasing is infinatly different from flirting. And a smile goes to Elehu, "I suppose I'll be right back." Yes, even though she's right over here, she's going over there. It's just her nature. Wooo. Smile-smile at the Squa.
Sasha slips silently in from the Central Bowl.
Khena drains her mug of ale, heaving herself out of the chair to get a refill, pausing at the sideboard, considering whether or not she could bring the pitcher back with her to her own table near the back of the cavern. Glancing around, she spots Elehu again, and gives the Healer a broad smile, lifting her left shoulder slightly to show off her new knot. No shame in being proud of finally graduating, is there?
X'ner turns his head a bit, still grinning devilishly at Squaln. Flutter. "Now I'm doing you a /favor/ Squaly. And you're the one that talked about it first, so you've gotta go through with it. And if you don't kiss her, then you have to kiss..../me/." Bwahaha.. And don't think that the bronzer won't do it.
Sasha blinks as she walks in.."There's kissing going on and nobody told me ? For shame!"
Chelle turns slightly to see if she can see anyone else that she'd invited to the party, and nearly misses seeing Serafa. She does, though, and waves her over towards them, "Come on over here!" she calls. Now if only Serafa's heard her! Brandy is sipped and sipped and the glass is finally emptied. After setting the glass on the table, she begins to watch people, one of her favorite things to do, eyes sparkling from the laughter, the excitement, and the drink.
Reiko's smile warms by several degrees as Merra correctly identifies her lifemate. "We're quite well, thank you," she replies evenly. "Settled into a cozy little cave above the lake." The second glass is emptied and just as quickly replaced by an efficient drudge. Now Reiko hasn't been paying attention to most of the conversations around her, but Sasha's announcement as she enters could hardly be missed. Even by Reiko. And the greenrider is eyed accordingly, emerald gaze frankly appreciative.
Kariel chuckles at Loe, nodding in silent encouragement as he produces a new glass of brandy from the table for his own use. "The thing I like about the brandy is that it's fruity in the mouth... and leaves this smooth, soft burn on the way down... and you /have/ to sip it. Or else it hurts." Warning.
K'nex was convinced a long time ago that his furnature hated him and ran away from home. Sniffle. Which might be why he's barely tried to find it. Or it could be that he's just lazy. Too bad. "Mmm. Yes, we'll see. I always liked them..." Kez doesn't even look /vaugely/ surprised that her brown refused to carry anymore. It's evil, after all. "Did he try to eat her?" The ferret, of course...
Serafa hears Chelles call and wanders over, looking at her friend she smirks and asks "Whatcha drinking?" The brightness of her eyes surely cant be from excitement alone
Shandre wanders about and catches snatches of conversations here and there. New riders, seasoned riders.. and weyr residents.. they all have a place here.. It's fascinating to note and listen..
Squaln doesn't look at Kilbane when he answers, but right at /her/. Wha.. is she a sight. "I'm.. good.." he finally says to Bane. Then the authentic SqualySmirk shows through when he sees Hiza; X'ner is given a pat on the shoulder as he stands. Setting his goblet down, he makes his way towards Hiza through the crowds. When he finally gets to her, Squaly checks out her new knot. "Hey Hiza, congrats!" Be normal, Squaln.. "I didn't get you a graduation present, but, I can make up for it with something else.." Hopefully she doesn't think he's too much of a deadglow at this point..
Merra smirks, unable to resist her own version of teasing. "You know, if you asked nicely, I'm sure Sasha would add to the kissing around here," the woman points out in perfect innocence. Never mind the slight dents that her halo has collected over the Turns. "Or, at the very least... make the housewarming of your new weyr a bit warmer..." An innuendo? Of course, but not necessarily meant personally.
Elehu nods quickly to Hiza. "I'll just be around," she informs the rider quietly before moving off to circulate around the crowds, her glass of wine held rather forgotten in her hands. Now and then she'll return a greeting with one of her own until eventually she stops next to Khena, holding out one hand. "Congratulations, rider," she offers with a small grin.
Sua drops her smile into a frown, waving a hand at the ferret that attempts to bite off her ear. "Eat her? Well, after he tried to eat the canines... Yes, actually. Why wouldn't he try?" A soft grunt escapes, and she shrugs back her shoulders, attempting to straighten up in the chair at that point. "So, I'll jus' drop the bale of hay at your weyr later on..." And she might be able to find something new to take with her. "Or you want to come pick it up whenever?" Who knows. People might refuse to let her Skeseth land on their ledges.
Sasha snatches a lonely looking glass of wine that looks obviously that it needs making friends with..."Hey...I'm greenrider..I'll kiss anyone...especialluy on a great day like this! Congrats to all the new riders!"
S'cen nods to Pyrene, accepting the glass of wine. "Thank you. Aye, she was a little upset, but she's alright." And on the subject of the 'Mitria/S'ret scenario'... "And what kind of senario was that?"
X'ner blinks a bit, and quite obviously pouts. Drat! His plans didn't work. Wait a second..now he's starting to sound like Nezdarvyth! Grump. Gaze follows Squaln over to Hiza, where he simply eyes the two for a moment before turning the correct way in his chair. Pout.
"It's a graduation, Sash," Pyrene calls over. "It goes /without/ saying that there'll be kissing mixed in." And abruptly, she rises and gives the greenrider a peck on the cheek. "Here, you can have my seat and entertain S'cen as well being in a prime spot for watching Squaln kiss X'ner. I, unfortunately, have to go." This is said with the satisfied assurance of one who knows that the mood will be darker without her. S'cen gets a parting grin. "A tragic love story... perhaps we can persuade Rianne to make a ballad out of it sometime."
Hiza tilts her head slightly, shaking it, "Oh I don't need a gift or anything... but I suppose if you wanted to make up for it, that's quite alright." Eyes go briefly to Sasha with one eyebrow up, and then find Elehu and go back to Squaln, soft smile invading her features as if it weren't there already.
Pyrene goes home.
Reiko arches a brow at Merra. "I've found my weyr to be quite warm," she says mildly, without bothering to elaborate. And the third glass is drained. Emerald gaze flickers about the cavern, now searching for the drudges that were so handy before, long fingers tapping irritably on her glass. Sasha is eyed again for her 'offer', but Reiko doesn't volunteer herself. Yet, anyway.
Chelle pats an empty chair, one of the /last/ empty chairs around, and gestures Serafa into it, "Brandy..but my glass is empty now." she bemoans the fact. "Interesting party, huh?" she says, just for something /to/ say. "If it weren't for the Istan Gather, we could have gotten some harpers to play..then we could have a gather of our own. That would have been fun." Or maybe... "I guess we could go over /there/..." After all, they're riders now and can do what they want, right? Or nearly so...
"Thanks, Ele," Khena notes, taking the Healer's hand in both hers, having set her mug down. Looking directly into the other's eyes, she smiles broadly. Daring a move, she leans toward Elehu, giving her a light kiss on the cheek, then pulls back to observe the other's reaction, her eyes showing only a slight amount of concern.
Cris gives her empty wine glass the evil eye, attempting to get it to fill up again without her having to go retrieve a second. In the process, the bluerider manages to wind her way about the caverns, scooting up to someone's forgotten glass. "This one looks full. Thanks, whoever is so nice to lend it to me." And with that, and a secretive glance around, Cris creeps off.
Squaln clicks his tongue ring against his teeth before answering Hiza. Kilbane is glanced at briefly, then he gazes at the rider with eager blue optics. "Have to give you something, it's graduation day after all." he replies. Leaning in, he gives Hiza a long awaited kiss. Wha.. it's been a long time coming..
K'nex's dragon wouldn't've tried to eat any of his pets, if he had had any, but then Shira isn't Seth. And thank Faranth! "Um, nevermind..Silly question." Sigh. The brownrider begins to get visibly twitchy as the crowd gets to him. Eef. "Um, you can drop it off if you want? Or I'll pick it up...Whatever's easier for you...There's enough room for three dragons on my ledge." Yes, he said three.
Sasha grins at the ex weylings and taking a slurp of her wine she heads on over to where they are and plants a big smackeroonie on Reiko's cheek. "Congrats!" Giggling slightly she turns and in one smooth movement does the same to Khena "Well done!" Now ...who's next?"
Sinead somehow manages to still have a nearly full glass of hte brandy, and, surprisingly enough, isn't drunk enough to prevent her from doing her job as a guard. Ead remains seated in her little corner of the room, keeping an eye on the festivities, and idly watching hte festivities.
Serafa nods and try's to keep up with Chelles words, her face drooping slightly as she learns that there are no harpers, which means more than like no dancing. "Um I'm quite happy here but if you want to go...?"
Merra isn't asking, so it's all well on both sides. "I wish the same could be said of my little room, but someone isn't cooperating." She turns dark red, wide eyes showing her own surprise at admitting her attraction to this mysterious person. "Of course, he's not at the Weyr, so..." It really doesn't make a difference. "I should go check on my daughter. Nice seeing you again. And you, too, Sasha." She thinks. Mer only swings in one direction, mind you. With a general smile to all and sundry, she heads off.
Merra goes home.
Chelle shrugs at Serafa, "Lots of crowds wherever we go, but at least there we'll have music?" she questions, "Let's go and see what trouble we can get into." Trouble? Chelle? Yeah, right! "Anybody else?" she asks at large before starting to thread her way towards the door. "We'll just make the two parties into /one/ party!"
Chelle exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Serafa exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Elehu blinks slowly at Khena as the rider steps back, but before she can really react Sasha steps in to give both Reiko and Khena welcoming kisses. She smiles slightly and nods to the green rider, and just generally backs off a step or two and sips at her wine, remarkably quiet today despite how much she loves to talk.
Hiza is startled into response, and then pulls away, blinking, "Umm.. that is... I... thank you?" A small smile, "I mean... a kiss is a very good.." Eyes go quickly to Elehu and she pauses. Hiza blinks once, she blinks twice, and she just sort of stares at Khena and Elehu. And her mouth is still open in the shock of getting a kiss from Squaln. It's a good thing Hiza's not big on fainting, or she just would have. Squeak.
Nah, no tragic love story here. However with Pyrene and Rianne gone, S'cen really doesn't know anyone here. He recognizes one of his old fellow candidates, Merra, just in time to see her leave. So he discreetly makes his way to the exit, gratefully departing from the crowded room.
S'cen exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Reiko smirks a little as she's abruptly smooched, watching with thinly veiled amusement as Sasha continues across the caverns to treat Khena to a similar gesture. That should go over well, considering the brownrider's current company. A thin brow disappears completely behind Reiko's thick fringe of bangs as she fully registers company and situation, and then she shrugs and finds some more wine.
Sinead exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Sua nods slowly, her eyes not really focused on the other brownrider, but more on the crowd around the caverns. She's curious, after all. "Ah, then I'll drop it off later. I guess it'll be easier than having you make the trip to our weyr." Who would even dare to do that, after all? Well, there was a few people who actually did awhile ago. She is trying to figure out what gossip might be going on around her.
Grump. Grump grump grump. X'ner sinks into his chair slowly, though not able to go very far due to his leathers. Hey, they're good for posture, at least. Right? But the bronzie looks a little dark around the eyes, before he hops out of his chair grumpily and whirls around, marching over to Squa and Hiza. Hey, if she didn't faint at that, how about this? Because the bronzie comes up alongside Squa, tilts his head...and promptly lays a little smooch on his cheek. Flutter. Aw. Cute? Maybe. But he's away again, promptly exiting the caverns with the lovely sound of squeaky leather.
X'ner goes home.
K'nex nods his head a few tiems at Sua, "Right. Well..you do that then." It's definatly true that her weyr isn't the place to be...and now that the crow is gettign to the poor rider, Kez's weyr is the palce to be..for him. And so with a quick wave to Sua and the other ex-weyrlings in the room Kex slinks out of the party, not likely to return until it's over. See-ya!
K'nex exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Cris manages to haphazardly, in her trip around the living caverns, end up near K'nex and Sua. "Hiya. We're riders now, guys!" is squeaks gleefully from the blulet as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, before she quickly exits after K'nex, watching him leave. "Kezzy, no, wait! You have to take me back to my weyr!"
Cris exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Squaln wonders if it was his looks, or, his charm that shocked her so much? Either or, the lad nods and is rather pleased with himself. "If you need another one, or anything else.. just give me a wink." And he means that; she can wink at any given time while he resides at High Reaches. Pause. And if X'ner had stayed around a little longer, he would've gotten a swift thwap on the side of the head..
Hanabi has been watching Hiza getting assigned and congratulated and badged and in her little.. er... Weyrwarming 101 private moment with Squaln. He finally manages to squeak a congratulations before retreating away to Chelle. "Hi." Eep.
Hanabi just realizes that it's only a person who looks like Chelle, and that's only when she's turned sideways. Eeep.
Sua watches a brownrider and a bluerider head out of the caverns and leaves her alone with a ferret and an empty glass of wine. She sighs quite audibly, slumping back once again and watching the crowd from where she sits. As if she had anything better to do, after all.
Khena's moment is all but destroyed by Sasha intrusion, her eyes going from one to the other, finally landing on Elehu again, giving her a crooked grin. "Well..." she mutters, reaching for her mug o' ale to calm her nerves. Shards. Why did that greenrider have to come interrupt right at this moment anyway?! Another evil look is shot Sasha-ward before the brownrider closes the distance between her and Elehu again. "She's just... Happy? I guess," she says, by way of explaining that she has absolutely nothing to do with the greenrider.
Shandre goes home.
Hanabi waves timidly to the Girl That Is Not Chelle, and ducks away. Squaln and his tongue ring makes him nervous. Hanabi exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Sasha slurps a little more wine and sweeps onward to find another ex weyrling "Sua! Well done! Great to see that you made it through!" Smack! Another friendly kiss...Sash is nothing if not affectionate today...must be the wine...
Elehu is by now beginning to look quite discomposed, flustered even. Perhaps she should have gone for something stronger than a glass of wine. Or maybe it's the crowds of people swarming about. "No... of course not," the Healer replies weakly to Khena. At any rate she begins to take a few more steps back from the main clusters, eyes searching about vainly for something. Anything. And at last she spots one of her mentees in the corner, chattering away quite nicely with a Baker apprentice. "You needed me in the infirmary did you say?" the journeyman babbles almost incoherently. "I can do that." Then she heads towards the inner caverns leaving a slightly bewildered appie behind her. Elehu steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
Hiza blinks out of her shock, eyes slowly moving back to Squaln's face. And her smile returns, somewhat, with, "I'll remember that, Sqa." And slowly she starts to move, saying, "I'll see you around, alright?" And then, a little too jovially, "Are we going to get some music going?" But she's moving toward the Elehu and, by default, the Khena. Lightly, when she gets there, "And how are you both? And Mneoth, of course." She's smiling happily-as usual, head lilting a bit toward Khena. And Elehu leaves, but it would be uncommonly rude to just leave Khena and follow the healer. So she does, eyes unremaining Off the other people in the caverns.
Hiza steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
Squaln walks out.
Reiko completely misses the fact that Elehu has left. It might be her usual oblivious nature... or it could be the fact that she's lost track of how many glasses of wine she's consumed by now. And even though she hardly notices the crowd anymore, she doesn't really see any reason to stay. Maybe it /would/ be best to leave ... before she can't. Her steps are mostly steady, though, as she slips out of the caverns to the sanctuary of her lifemate.
Reiko exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Kariel goes home.
Sasha swings round behind Loe and gives her a kiss too..."Thats four down...how many more?" she giggles cheerfully.
Sua frowns towards the disappearing crowd, getting up from the chair and placing the empty glass of hers down at a random table. She takes a last look over her shoulder before slowly shuffling out to the bowl, returning to the waiting brown lifemate of hers in order to head back to her weyr. She needs the nap, after all.
Sua exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Khena stares after Elehu and Hiza as the one follows the other, then drains her mug in a huge gulp, turning on a heel to stalk out the cavern, her shoulders haunched in a angry/disappointed pose.
Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.
[*** Travel Spam ***]
You soar in for a landing on Mneoth's ledge.
Mneoth's Matrix Located two thirds up the wall of the Weyr, the view from this ledge is excellent. Looking up, up, up, over one's head, the Spires can be seen reaching toward the sky above. Below, the Bowl is spread out beneath one's feet, making any activity on the ground visible. The ledge itself is wide enough to hold two dragons, and deep enough to accommodate them comfortably, though only the left side hold the tell-tale hollow of many generations of dragons lounging there. It is a summer midmorning. The sun rises and warms the land, dispensing any lingering chill with its golden warmth. Tiny puffs of clouds begin to dot the sky.
*** To be continued ***
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