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 At Last, For So Long, Hatching Feast for Snow and Sea Weyrling
Ester
 Posted: Mar 13 2018, 12:10 AM
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Many, many layers of paint were on the Weyrwoman's face. Ariaceli normally didn't wear too much makeup. Paint on the lips and a little shine to the eyes, maybe, if she felt like expending the energy. It was a luxury of time she couldn't often afford, except when meeting with those who didn't have day-to-day interactions with her. Tonight, eighteen candlemarks and counting after the end of the hatching, she'd opted to spend some applying makeup and time to her face. She wasn't the focus of the feast and she didn't want to be. She was simply the initiator, the speech-maker for the night to kick the festivities off. The true focus would be all the Weyrlings who could attend, although Ariaceli hoped the healers would even clear the few now-weyrlings who had been injured by the hatching dragonets bar those who absolutely couldn't attend at all for obvious reasons. She didn't want them to miss the feast. It was in all their honor, after all. Even if Ariaceli knew that she wasn't the one everyone would be paying attention to, she couldn't help the little bit of desire in her to dress up for the occasion, and she hadn't tried to stop herself. She didn't want to steal the spotlight, and she would make sure she didn't, but it wasn't often that she got to ear something fancy and fun. Most of her clothing was either for riding, and therefore hideously practical, or professional and more somber and concealing than she'd like. The deep crimson masterpiece she'd laid out over her bed was neither professional for practical, and it certainly wasn't concealing in the slightest. Its entire purpose was to show off her figure and lots of skin, and Ariaceli was quite excited to get a chance to wear it. She had twenty minutes until the hatching feast was suppose dto start. The large circles under her eyes and sallow skin that came from a lack of sleep had been concealed, and Ariaceli was putting the finishing touches on her hair. A pin here, a spray there of water to set a curl, and then she was done. Are you nearly ready? Being late, no matter how tired you are, will not make a good impression on our newest members, nor the guests who have come from the nearby isles. Ariaceli looked over at where her dragon was lounging, the gold's eyes on her. Mallitorioth had managed to get some sleep, and Ariaceli intended to steal some of that energy if she could to keep the night young once the dancing started. "I just have to squeeze into the dress and I'm ready. We'll be there on time." There was no one to help Ariaceli dress, and therefore it took her a little longer than she had anticipated, but soon enough she was properly dressed and had slipped into shoes that complimented her dress but also were incredibly practical. No matter how tired she was, Ariaceli intended to dance at this feast. A small chance to relax and let go was needed by all. With that, The Weyrwoman and her dragon left their rooms and started down the hall.

The walls of the meeting hall were moveable and had been pushed back to open the space up completely. The consoles had been moved and hidden, and the entire space had been transformed. There would be plenty of space for dragons, Weyrlings, and humans alike to mingle and dine, as well as the massive floor space designated for dancing and stage that had been erected for harpers. Two massive tables, and a third smaller one, were placed by the entrance of the hall. The smallest table had space for four or five humans to sit at, although tonight there would only be two to occupy it. It was there that Ariaceli took her seat, and Mallitorioth moved of to the far wall before settling herself down. The long tables were positioned across the entire hall, so that the most space was left for dragons and dancing. Cushions sat in piles along the side of the walls in many different colors and sizes so that any newly hatched dragonet could sit with their rider in comfort. It wouldn't have been accurate to say that their bonds were still forming. They were formed and strong, but Ariaceli remembered her desire to never move far away from Mallitorioth in the beginning. The bond was there, but knowing the little things, that came over time. Born again in impression, and redefining yourself and your new life. That was what this time was about. That desperate need for physical contact was there and so the dragonets would be seated with their new riders, and bowls of raw were also placed at intervals along the tables so that the dragonets could also eat their fill tonight. The lights had been dimmed and fabric draped artfully across the walls, deep purples, reds, yellows and oranges, candles scented with the aroma of fruit flickered merrily across the tabletops, interspersing the massive amounts of food and jugs of wine, brandy, beer, klah, juices, and everything else. It was, in one sense, a waste. Not everything could possibly have been eaten that night, but in many ways than one, it was a necessity. The hope, the need to reassure, was large in all the riders and those who command forces at Wherry Island. This feast would do that, and with a sigh, Ariaceli folded her hands in her lap. As tired as she was, the excitement from the hatching itself had only ebbed slightly. The sheer exhaustion kept her from being her usual bouncy and chipper self, but the smile on her face was genuine and Mallitorioth's presence nearby made her content. This night marked the start in a new chapter in the lives of so many, possibly more than would sit at these tables tonight. With the odd things seen at the hatching, there was no telling at all what these hatchlings and their riders would be capable of. They were starting to arrive now. Not just Weyrlings, but everyone from the compound and many from Wherry Island as well.

The grand clock, analogue and not digital for once, presided over the other end of the hall, but its face was large enough to be seen even by Ariaceli where she sat way on the other side. She was waiting even a bit beyond the mark for the time everyone would have been told the hatching feast starts. Across the hall somewhat she caught sight of the very distinctive hair and profile of their Weyrling Master. Ael'thyristin. The man looked as tired as Ariaceli felt, and when she caught his eye, he grimaced at her before taking a seat. He was wearing quite long sleeves and gloves that went all the way up his arm as well, a sure sign that he actually intended to take part in the festivities of the night. He actually intended to dance with people. Ariaceli's smile twitched and she had to stifle a small laugh, just in case it turned into a yawn and someone saw. If the hideously uptight Ael'thyristin was willing to let loose tonight, even a little bit, then maybe the extravagance would be worth it after all. Ael'thyristin sat down close to the other side of the hall, by the wall where the dragons were lounging. His dragon was there as well, and Ariaceli knew that no matter how odd the man was, he would create stupendous riders out of their newest bunch of dragonets and Weyrlings. Maybe his plan was to get to know them tonight. She didn't know, but either way, she figured she might try and sneak in a bit of dancing with him as well. He was graceful, and dancing seemed like something he might be pretty good at. Ariaceli glanced down at her glass, and then reached forward and poured herself a small glass of Klah, which she downed quickly before switching to wine. She let that glass sit untouched for the moment as she rose to her feet, smiling at the growing crowd around her. She hadn't spoken up yet, and she had no desire to until everyone settled down of their own accord. She didn't have the energy to raise her voice enough to be heard over the clamor. Ariaceli's voice could carry normally, and she had no problem speaking strongly, but at the moment, shouting for attention just was not in her. She felt Mallitorioth, who had been chatting with the other dragons, turn her attention to Ariaceli as well, and she knew that if people didn't quiet down, Mal would take care of them for her. Her nap had revived the gold dragon, and Ariaceli desperately wished she'd managed some sleep somewhere in her day somewhere. No point wishing now. As silence started, close by for now but spreading slowly, Ariaceli raised her hands and clapped once for everyone's attention, the sound reverberating through the room. Speech, eat, drink, dance, sleep. She could manage that. At least she didn't have a terror of public speaking.

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 Posted: Mar 13 2018, 08:28 AM
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--- K'etha ---

You had, apparently, to recover from Hatchings. K'etha supposed this should not have come as a surprise.

After all, she was not even quite the same person she had been before. That might seem like a cliche, a trope, but it was true.

Lacoriath's faceted eyes were wide as the green followed her rider into the meeting hall - a place where even full-grown dragons could fit. It was obvious where the weyrlings were to be seated, because they had set it up for the hatchlings. She wondered if Ottylia would be able to attend.

She had already heard the young woman would keep the leg, which was good. But she might still be confined to medical bay.

Maybe AIVAS could show her the proceedings somehow. The printcrafter knew that kind of thing was possible, but whether it was set up...

Lacoriath padded over to one of the cushions and flopped down on it.

Are they looking at me?

"Of course they are, dearest."

The Hatching was pretty chaotic. K'etha suspected there would be a lot of staring at the new dragons tonight, and a lot of people wanting to ask about them.

The headknob thing. It didn't bother her at all that her green looked odd.

And for right now, Lacoriath was the one staring, taking everything in at once. All of the strange people, who had been but shapes in the Stands at her hatching and who were now much more...people...moving around them. For her part, K'etha wished she had a better Gather dress. The one she had, a deep yellow, was nice enough, but it felt a little ragged when she was the center of attention. It clashed slightly with Bouncer, who was curled around one arm, half asleep, but there was not much she could do about that.

And then Ariaceli clapped, and everyone's attention snapped to the Weyrwoman.

--- T'bas ---

"It's a party, Axunasth. And it's for us."

The bronze brightened - well, if it was possible for him to get any brighter. T'bas was convinced he was the shiniest and most metallic of the bronzes in the clutch, possibly of the bronzes on the island. Of course, there had to be variation in shininess.

In fact, Axunasth was now on his talons and straining as if at an invisible leash as T'bas finished dressing.

[axunasth]Then we need to go! Now![/axunasth]

"You just want everyone looking at your shiny hide."

[axunasth]What else would they be looking at?[/axunasth]

"Oh, I don't know." T'bas finished lacing his shirt. "The other weyrlings."

[axunasth]They should know I'm the best.[/axunasth]

"Nah. They can't know that until we prove it." Oh dear. Was he encouraging his dragon.

No, T'bas thought. He was getting Axunasth thinking about the fact that if he wanted to be the best he would have to work for it not sit around and assume everything would come to his bronze hide.

Bronze.

Oh dear.

He had no idea, he thought as he followed his excited dragon to the meeting hall, giving the bronze directions, how to be a bronzerider.

He wasn't sure he really knew how to be a rider. He only knew the few here and the legends.

The things that were said about bronzeriders...not all of them could be true.

Maybe one of the frozen bronzeriders would be here and he could ask them for tips on how you lived up to the reputation...or didn't.

How could he...and then they were in the crowded meeting hall and heads turned.

Axunasth strutted over to the cushions for the weyrlings - T'bas could see that K'etha and her quite lovely green were already there. He lifted a hand to the dark skinned girl, but Axunasth wasn't about to flop down like the green was. Instead, he sniffed at the meat set out for him, then turned to regard the crowd.

[axunasth]I should make a speech![/axunasth] he said brightly.

"Actually, the Weyrwoman does that."

[axunasth]I could make a better one.[/axunasth]

"You have to learn how to make speeches."

This was going to be a very trying...

...rest of his life.

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 Posted: Mar 13 2018, 10:05 PM
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--- G'kel ---

The feast for the newest dragonriders was an occasion for hope, or at least an occasion for...something.

G'kel decided, after long thought, on hope. True, every dragon in the clutch had had oddly-shaped headknobs, but even the white pearl with the head difficulties looked like he had a good chance of growing into a fighting dragon.

There had been no queen, but only one dud...he shuddered a bit at the thought of what had lain within the broken shell. Generally duds didn't Hatch and you tossed them Between and nobody had to look at them.

It was an old dragonhealer theory that most dud eggs were hatchlings too deformed to survive, and he was not happy to have seen evidence of it.

He got there before the weyrlings - barely before the first two to arrive, a dark-skinned greenrider and one of the three bronzes.

Three bronzes was good, more choices for the queens, although he wouldn't cry if he saw browns siring too, to keep the blood spread out.

Ariaceli was readying her speech, and he slipped over to the table and poured himself a drink - a shot of quikal and then topping the glass off with redfruit juice. Quikal on its own didn't have enough...flavor...for him, but wine wasn't, well.

Potent enough.

He had no reason not to get drunk tonight - and, for once, he might even be doing so for good reasons rather than bad.

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 Posted: Mar 19 2018, 10:27 PM
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A soft smile settled on V'nin's face as he watched the dragonet's mouth open wide in a yawn before it laid its head down and its eyelids started to grow heavy and slide close. Has he fallen to slumber? He silently asked of his partner a few minutes later, his eyes shifted to look at one of the jeweled eyes. He has indeed. We may now leave without disturbing him in the slightest. The smile on V'nin's face grew and he nodded to the other attending Healer to indicate that it was safe to clean up the rubbing oil and the little remaining meat. While it hadn't been all that long before, five candlemarks in fact, that he'd oiled a dragon, but it's been Turns since it had been a growing one. Why couldn't you have stayed that small? V'nin asked Evonoth as the rider washed and dried his hands, a teasing tone in his mental voice. And get tired put so easily during a Fall? I think not!

V'nin couldn't hold back a laugh. "I still raise the question." He turned his attention to the other healer. "I'll pass the notice along to Ariaceli. In the meantime, go get something to eat and get your own self some rest. He should ve good until morning. Let's go get ready, Evon. We need to make up for missing the last Feast." He swore he saw a little bit of a spring in the Brown's gait as the pair left and headed to their weyr. A quick wash and scrub by the rider and a quick change of clothing into a formal yet casual pair of slacks, a reddish-brown shirt with a stylized pair of dragons set at each cuff in an expertly embossed design, and a pair of formal boots embossed with a flying dragon upon each.

After quick check in a looking glass and an approving rumble from his Bond, V'nin hopped up on to Evonoth's neck. The pair made their way to the Lift and into the Meeting Hall. It had certainly changed from that morning when he had passed trough to get a bite to settle his stomach in the time between his meeting with Ariaceli and his finally getting some sleep. Already, a number of riders,guests, and staff were milling about, making idle conversation. He nodded in greeting to a few he knew on sight, sliding down from Evon as he did. You may lounge where you'd like, save for Mal's place, the Dance Square, and the Weyrling Cushions.

The Brown lumbered off to one side, no doubt to talk about whatever it was Dragons talked about. At the same time, V'nin caught up with a few. Ariaceli and Mallitorioth's arrival understandably caught many attendees attention, V'nin included but for a different reason. Evonoth, could you be so kind as to inform Mal to inform Celi that I have an announcement to deliver from the Healers in Two concerning Ottillya and Ullocth?

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