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 The Wildborn Pride., AU: 14; Red Class Feast
RhiaBlack
 Posted: Jun 24 2016, 08:02 PM
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Ijo wasn't exactly the greatest at public speaking. He never had been, probably never would be. It was far easier to have much less exposed conversations with his patients of the past, or quiet conversations with a much smaller scale of crowd in a much less open place.

Alas, things changed when one was signed up for positions of rank, it appeared. Not that he was anything substantial; he imagined Wherlingmasters were much less important than Weyrlingmasters, due to the difference between dragons and whers, but it wasn't of much note to him. He hadn't really ever paid attention.

And so, there he was, in what amounted to his finest attire, at the forwardmost Hearth with a glass of wine in-hand. Isk sat on his haunches, freshly oiled, not more than a handspan away from His. The Brown was nearly as tall as his bonded, at that; something mirrored by more than a handful of Handlers in the room. He nodded slightly to Nevitheran, present with the Clutchmother who had laid the reasons for the Feast.

"I would like to welcome you all to the Hatching Feast for the Red Class!" he lifted his wine-bearing hand, Isk looking less attentive to His and more to the wherlings present; it went practically without saying that he would be watching every last one of them - as much as capable - like hawks.

"Given the events of the last several Turns, it appears that clutches of such size, sorely needed as they are, are few and far between. May this class be as successful and healthy as any, and may Dalibor Weyr find itself with a new pride of Handlers in eighteen months' time! I remind all those present that new wherets and their bondeds are prohibited from the consumption of alcohol in any way, shape or form, or any gross sexual misconduct. Please do not feed my wherlings wine, and do not cater to emotional states that may put them at risk. Otherwise, I can't promise Isk won't eat you..." He looked to Isk, who had the 'wait, who, what, me?' expression, before he bared his monstrous teeth in a wherish grin.

Isk not eat any one person, thing. Make wish eat, though. Wherlings behave. Isk be watching you, Yours.

"Wherlings are permitted three candlemarks of activity, and then you are to report to bed after oiling and feeding your wherets. Ladies and Gentleman, I give you the Red Class of Dalibor Weyr!"

He applauded with the rest of those present, before stepping away from the table; Isk remained where he was, for the moment, able to keep an eye out and see which direction the wherlings were headed. He'd make note, and find a place where he could keep a watchful eye on them all. He broadcast a message to the whers present.

If see wherlings act up, let Isk, Isk's know. Need all wher here help with. Keep babies safe, keep new Theirs safe. Very important, please.

Ijo wandered over to get himself something to eat, Isk's mental presence there in the back of his mind.

Mutorin and Musk had meandered in for breakfast and some point, and found the festivities; it had occurred to him that the long-awaited Feast was probably oncoming, and as such, he'd fed his wher and opted to venture back into his room to wash up from his early-evening patrols, shave, and clean his fingernails. Donning a pair of linen pants that fit him well enough not to be unsightly and lacked for patches (like most of his attire didn't), he found a nice, light blue button-up that was among his nicer clothing, as well. Not that he had a lot of options as far as that was concerned. Mussing with his hair, Musk sat licking his maw beside Mutt's bed, tilting his head at the way His was acting.

Worry about make good impression, Musk think Mutt look nice. Think Fortath's like.
We'll see, love.


Mutorin rubbed his face, before he pushed the curtain aside to look.

Which ones?
Dark ones. Match leg-cover. Vest, too. Nice one, Aura's give.
Mmmm. Good point.


Mutt pulled on his black boots and black belt, checking his appearance in the mirror again as he pulled on the black vest that matched.

Think the blue's a bit much?
White too sharp, black make look like bad Smith. Like that one. Go. Is good.


He clicked and winked at his Blue, and Musk winked back, before the trio headed back to the Dining Hall. When they arrived, a good portion had already arrived, and Mutt took up a place by the table to wrangle himself something to eat. Musk, not overly prone to celebrations, was happy to have something to occupy himself. He found a good vantage point by the table with the food, prepared to catch dropped scraps, and at the same time keep an eye on wherlings. Two wherries, one bread roll. Awwww, yis.

Ujarak wasn't overly pleased with the concept of being stuck at the Weyr overnight; he couldn't do any work here, nothing beyond elbow-rubbing, but he did hope to at least see Lady Irohvyne, and see how she was getting along back at the Weyr. It had no doubt been something of a shock to most of those here to see her return, and truthfully he wasn't certain if she was under just as much danger here, as she was back at Western. Perhaps more.

All the same, he held his mug of tea in both hands, and watched politely as the Wherlingmaster made his toast and impromptu announcement.

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Wherth was no longer in a good mood, in fact he was downright sulky. It wasn't often that the 'Iron Wher' was displeased with himself in any way. He was the biggest king on Pern, that was nothing to be upset over, nor was it bad that he could fly so well. He liked his hide and his spots. Even though his eyes didn't work, it was only frustrating because it made it best for him to fly with the firespitters rather than patrol as a proper wher ought to. However, sometimes after hatchings were finished, and it was time for the feast, it was quite different. Wherth had enjoyed the hatching, watching over the wherbabies that were hatching (even if only from the sides). He wanted to see the wherfeast, and he didn't want to see it because Fa'rah's eyes did. All smaller whers could fit, but not Wherth, being biggest King meant he couldn't go inside.

The 'Iron' made his way to the lake shore, snorting and eyeing the ground with red eyes. His thoughts weren't even words at this point, just restlessness and emotion. Eventually he found the right spot, and started to dig. 'Biggest hole' were the only words, that cycles through his head, as claws scooped out more of the earth to cast it aside.

Fa'rah, for his part, knew it was best for him not to interrupt Wherth at such a time. Rare as it was, the rider had realized that the last thing that Wherth wanted in these cases was to have his comfort. Whers didn't really need humans, and that was something that Wherth might very well remind him when he got like this. He wouldn't take it personally; the first time it had stung, but by now he understood it. Still, for all that he knew Wherth would be just fine before too long, his bonded was still upset, and Fa'rah was markedly less interested in the spirit of the festivities. For the time being, the 'Iron handler', sat sipping at some wine, just enjoying the atmosphere. Besides, after all the butchering, kitchens work, and butchering again, catching a breath had its appeal too.

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He wasn't at the feast to goof off and 'make merry'. No, he was there because, he would be taking his turn at providing entertainment for the feast goers. As such, W'o wasn't touching any of the food, not while he hadn't yet done his part. A full belly didn't help one play, and could make for pure misery while singing. With Lemasyth nearing adulthood, he had more time to be at the Weyrharper's disposal. Despite the serious nature of why he had to be here, there was also a reason for him to want to be here.

Word had gotten back to him, that Runner, one of their siblings, had impressed. While he didn't really know the kid, he did want to offer him congratulations. No doubt, Tanner would be of like mind. So, he mingled, or rather, blended in an unobtrusiveness way, sipping at lukewarm water to keep hydrated, while keeping a sharp eye out for the potential sibling, and of course the more familiar one. Tanner probably already knew every one of their brothers, sisters and... other, in the Weyr by now. If only Lemasyth wasn't currently curled up snoozing, he could have the blue find his sister for him.


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 Posted: Jun 25 2016, 08:13 PM
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Carrolly blushed as they were given their drinks of hot klah to help sooth their joints and such. She knew from watching the others she would have to go and sit down at a table soon. She was happy when the applause was over and found herself a seat in the far back, away from the others mostly. She didn't want to sit out. Carrosk was fine with this for now, she didn't seem to mind, in fact her belly was full and she would rather snooze then sit and ponder over why they were so far from the others. She had the plate in front of her, ready for her to eat. She had sweat rolls, a slab of meat, and some vegetables on her plate, the carrot on the plate was what she was after, it had been seasoned with the meat and she loved when they were cooked just right. she started in on her plate a she watched other take their seats and start in on their own meal.

Carrosk picked her spot by her bonds legs, she looked around the room with half open eyes, she saw the others of her clutch and even her mothers gaze as she looked around the room to find all of her siblings, Carrosk wasn't sure if she was going to conversate with the others, or just sit and relax, her belly was full and it was time her bonded did the same, she could feel that Carrolly was hungry too. She wanted to make sure that her bond didn't get weak on her, and suggest that she eat before then went to bed. Even though Carrolly wanted to go straight to bed, skip the meal, but Carrosk had won, her bond would be strong in front of the others. That was final.
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Xolrah didn't care... he really didn't... Well, okay, maybe hatching feasts were always a bit of a sore spot for him, since he generally ended up just standing around resenting the candidates who had Impressed or bonded, whilst he remained stuck in candidacy. Nowadays it was a common feeling he experienced, so really he should probably be over it by now. He was at least better at putting on a grin and acting like he couldn't care less about how long he waited to find a lifemate - he still had a few turns yet before he aged out, there was no rush. Even when he did age out of dragon candidacy, maybe that would just be a sign that he was meant for whers.

He'd arrived at the feast pretty early, picking at food and just hovering at the edge of the hall, watching. As the Wherlingmaster gave his speech and introduced the new class of wherlings, Xolrah listened at least, if smirking to himself now and then throughout as his eyes peered around to see the reaction of those nearby. He didn't bother holding back a loud laugh at the thought of Isk eating misbehaving wherlings - he'd rather like to see that, if he was being honest, but he at least knew that thought was better kept to himself.

As everything got under way, Xolrah let out a long sigh and looked around, wondering what he was supposed to do to keep himself entertained tonight. If he were lucky, perhaps there'd be someone around he could have a joke around with or something... maybe he could start a contest on who could stuff the most bubbly pies in their cheeks... He doubted that would be something he could win, sadly, so maybe that wasn't the best plan after all. Either way, Xolrah moved around, eyes looking around, clearly on the lookout for something a little more exciting to do tonight.
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"Be careful with those eyes, Weyrling. Would hate for someone to get the wrong idea." Coming up next to the burgundy weyrling she offered a knowing grin as she followed his gaze to the middle of the room where people were dancing. It certainly seemed as though he'd been following the movements of one of the young weyrfolk closely and Ivy nodded her approval, "Cute but she may not be discreet. Not to mention your dragon is much too young to deal with lusty thoughts. You'll have to keep it in your pants for now."

Offering her hand out to the weyrling who appeared to match her in age she grinned as Se'ng took it and escorted her to the dance floor. "Yer mistaken ma'am. Ah'm just tryin' to figure out why she looks familiar to me." His hand lighted on her hip but stayed within the appropriate area, never straying even as he gently moved her about the floor in a spirited dance. "Ah'd never risk Freyotth, big of a pain as he is."

"That is good to know. No doubt you've had it hammered into you that even one stray thought could send him off between. Don't know how true that really is, Mysqith certainly survived the doom and gloom of our weyrlinghood no worse for the wear. Still, best to err on the side of caution, yes?" Lips painted a deep burgundy curled in a friendly smile as she let the taller weyrling lead her around until the song ended. "I'm Ivy, I expect that you'll find me when you're not quite so tied down by rules." With a quick wink she slipped from his hands to gracefully make her way across the dance floor, blue eyes searching the faces for someone familiar - or at least interesting.

Se'ng was left standing with an easy going grin spread over his face, shaking his head as he turned towards the tables. Side stepping around other couples he grabbed a mug of klah. The cyanrider had run off without even getting his name - at least he had hers, for when the time was right. Sipping the warm drink he sighed, Who was that? I do not like her.

To be fair, you don't like anyone.

I like you.

Barely. Another sip of his klah was followed by a chuckle as he turned his eyes to the new wherling class. Perhaps he would ask one of them to join him for a dance before it was time for them to turn in for the evening.

Finding a glass of wine Ivy took a sip as she surveyed those in attendance. Sure they were all here for the wherlings, to celebrate the new class and what it meant for the Weyr; but she knew among those gathered she could find one or more who would be happy to take the celebration elsewhere with her. I don't see the point in getting dressed up just to be in a rush to take your clothes off. Mysqith had watched the flurry of fabric in their weyr as Ivy picked up one dress then another before settling on a sea foam green that complimented her hair and made the blue in her eyes seem all the brighter. Hair was partially braided to keep her face from being hidden and lips were painted with a mixture of berries and flower petals. Who says I'm not in the mood to dance a few rounds first? I'm simply keeping an eye out for opportunities.

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Vexesk had peeled off from her handler’s side as Vexen headed inside, having seen something that piqued her interest more than Vexen’s single minded focus on the special foods available at feasts. She knew her handler would save samples of anything truly wondrous for her. She had better.

The green wher bounced along, fluttering her wings every so often, more to show off the eyespot markings on the membranes than anything else. She halted some distance from the digging figure of Wherth to avoid being showered in dirt. Vexesk had an easy attitude toward the black dragon’s belief that he was an iron wher, she simply accepted it. It made Wherth happier, and it made him like Vexesk better if she didn’t argue, which meant that Vexesk could have a very large useful minion if she just worked on it.

Why does Wherth dig hole? The green leaned toward the hole curiously. Was there something good down there?

Inside the hall Vexen collected her food and found some place out of the way to sit, nibbling away and feeding the occasional bit of roast meat to the stoat that perched in her lap. She couldn’t help but contrast this to her own ‘wherlinghood’ with her holdless group. She had learned to take care of Vexesk by bumbling through it mostly guided by the green’s requests. Training had consisted of her trying to get her wher to perform tasks that were set for them. No one had forbidden her anything, nor cared for her emotional state, and Vexesk seemed to thrive, but the green was a wild born beast, maybe she was just tougher.

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The Iron Wher was only vaguely aware that he someone was joining him. So focused was he on making the big hole that other things hadn't mattered as much if they didn't seem urgent to that small portion of the back of his mind that was paying attention to his surroundings. Wherth wasn't too lost though, when a mind voice touched his own, he paused in his industry, not doing anything to keep the green from looking as much as she liked.

~Wherth am making biggest hole~ Despite his grouchy mood, he did manage to not sound put out by her presence. Since he spent a lot of time training with the firepitters, it meant he didn't have as much time with his fellow whers. ~something find... maybe ~ though if he did, it wouldn't matter. What mattered was the hole, and that it made Wherth feel more right than anything else he could think to do.

His attention shifted from his 'biggest hole' to be, to focus his whirling facets on Vexesk. Apparently he would be taking a break, as he took the few steps back to remove his front half from the hole.

~What am doing Vexesk? ... am being good night, good for wherfeast~ The green would want to see the babywhers, wouldn't she. Not that Wherth was going to complain. Having another wher stop to talk to him was making him feel better than digging had been.

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Poor kids, not allowed to have any alcohol. Well in fairness, V'es hadn't known what he was missing back when he'd had that rule imposed on him. Now was a different story, T'vis had shared something special with him, and though it'd burned the back of his throat at first, the former holdless had found he rather liked it. That was a good thing, because the black rider was in an awful mood. Actually, he'd been rather irate for quite awhile now. Oh, he hadn't been doing anything to anyone, he'd been keeping it to himself, mostly by keeping to himself. Just the sight of most people was grating on his nerves, so he'd been holed up in his nook, only dealing with his wingmates because he had to for drills. He hadn't even been looking for ways to mess with N'tharon, for some reason finding merely looking at him to be the second worst part about dealing with his wing, second only to 'the big man' himself. It wouldn't matter though, something he'd figured out about alcohol was that it had this tenancy to make him feel, well he'd have hated it back on the island where he needed to be alert, but it made him not think about any of the wherrychicks or their stupid antics.

At least there was still thread to fight. Nothing would keep V'es from that, it was his favorite thing, even more than alcohol, food, or the increasingly 'inappropriate' places his mind was going when it drifted towards thoughts of T'vis, well and lots of other people too, but especially T'vis. He didn't have to be a Masterharper to figure out there was something special about the Greyrider, he was more drawn to him, and actually found himself angry at thoughts of the other being more interested in someone other than himself. All the others he 'thought' about, well they were more just amusing to 'think' about, and that was mostly all he was doing, as V'es still hadn't acted on anything.... yet. Besides, acting on things meant he'd have to deal with these people, and he didn't want to deal with any of them. Nope, he sharding had had his fill, they were all just, possible sources of 'entertainment' and a necessary evil for fighting thread... except T'vis and Norla, but that was it. Well, alright, Vrell was okay too, and Dan'lusian wasn't so bad, but they didn't count anyway, shard it. Mutorin was great too, and that old man Jyderin he was alright. Scaparra made him uneasy but he didn't hate him either. Shells, this was not why he had come to the Dining hall.

V'es had come specifically to pilfer, of course he wasn't allowed to take anything from anyone, so he meant to 'steal' what he was allowed to take. A make shift sack, that wasn't too large, but would do the job found itself quickly filled with three wineskins. Wait, was three wineskins too many? Well they were in there, so too late now. Next came redfruits, then cloth napkins tied neatly around an array of cheese, rolls, sweet rolls. Hmm, how was he going to make off with meat and some of the more.. messy deserts. Eyeing these things suspiciously, he finally decided to set a bowl on the table, which he filled with meats, mashedtubers and gravy before settling another bowl atop his tasty pile to put piece together an assortment of sweet things. He should be able to manage this quite well. Then he could be back up to his nook to enjoy the 'spoils' with Revinth, Treu, and Kaiser.... Was he sure he had enough though?
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In a family as big and spread out as Runner's, it was pretty much impossible to keep track of all your siblings. Especially when you'd been fostered out as young as he had. Still, though, there was something in the face that made his far-flung relatives easy to spot - and spotted one he had. "You think you've got a lot of brothers and sisters, Rusk?" he asked the black Wheret, back on Runner's shoulder in the place he'd found during his Impression. "Wait 'til you meet mine!"

Threading his way through the applauding crowd, Runner snatched up a cup of fruit juice and a meatroll, stuffing the latter into his mouth before Rusk could snatch it. He used his free hand to tap a young man with bluerider knots on the shoulder. "Woody, 'less I miss my guess! When'd you get here?" Rusk shifted slightly on Runner's shoulder and coughed... not exactly delicately, but certainly pointedly. "Rusk says hi, too. He doesn't believe I've got more sibs than he does. Are any of the rest of us here?"

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What was a hatching without a feast? Raloma loved watching the babies come into the world, but a good feast was always an exciting time, too. Everyone happy and hopeful, looking towards the future. You couldn't help but get swept up in it. Wher hatching feasts were usually a smaller affair, but the Wherlingmaster had opened it with a few remarks just like a dragon feast, and Raloma applauded him enthusiastically. She'd dragged T'vis with her whether he liked it or not, and she smiled over at her Grayriding friend as the clapping fell off and some harpers struck up a dancing tune. Raloma's toes started tapping, the rhythm flowing irresistibly through her.

"T'vis? Would you like..." she started, but without Anesath's backup she lost courage halfway, and redirected at the last moment. Girls didn't ask boys to dance, after all. "... something to drink? I think there's a skin of redfruit juice here, or I see water and Klah..." Nervous now, Raloma courteously poured glasses of the juice for both of them, without waiting to hear T'vis' preference. She lifted hers shyly, eyes meeting T'vis' only from under her lashes, and toasted. "To the Weyr's newest life," she said, sipping the juice... only to find that it wasn't juice. Her face moved rapidly through confusion, to disgust, to outright horror. "Ah. It appears..." With some effort, she swallowed, wide eyes blinking rapidly. "It appears I poured wine by mistake."
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He'd been ... touched? Well that was unusual, but a safe bet that it was one of his siblings. As W'o turned to acknowledge the other, he was hit by a fair bit all at once. Runner was a vibrant sort, and the younger between the seemed to broadcast his great energy without restraint. W'o, on the other hand, was more even, even at the unexpected wave of enthusiasm coming from someone who wasn't Tanner, or Fisher. He had raised a brow on reflex, but fortunately, it had settled back to it's natural place as his name was referenced. His gaze slipped just enough to take a full measure of his sibling, as the Weyrling did with most people when meeting them

"You guess correctly, though it is W'o now." The his tones were even, without joviality, he did speak with a certain ease. W'o honestly didn't mind his siblings calling him by his once name, or the shortened versions they had adopted for him. "I arrived before the appropriate time for the guests, at the behest of Weyr's Harper" Other siblings, by Faranth, he wish he could say he had seen them. Right about now having Tanner or Fisher would have been immensely useful to him. B'er would have been another good option, even Be'st. Social functions weren't W'o's strong suit, not when he was being himself.

"I have not seen any of them yet. Though, I'm sure at least some will be in attendance. Tanner at the very least" He took the opportunity to sip at his water again, using the excuse to let his eyes quickly take in the room for sign of one of the many siblings that might be present. "Congratulations on your impression Runner, Rusk, it is a pleasure to meet you. "

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Brandy was relieved she'd had the foresight to bring a change of clothing to the Weyr. She'd known there would be a feast after and had wanted to be presentable. She simply hadn't foreseen that she would be one of the ones being celebrated.

Who Brandy be looking for?

Brask didn't miss a thing. The new wherling glanced down at the blue she was cradling in her arms, her newfound companion the size of a lapdog. "The man I came here with. I... need to give him instructions about what to do for this coming turn. Two turns. Faranth, I'll be off a lot longer than I'd like to be..." Her brow was furrowed as she made her way through the crowd, searching for him. Gaze scanning the faces around her, Brandy could see many giving congratulations. She was more concerned about other things. There was a pang in her knowing that she'd miss his scowling face.

No need for going back. Have most all here. But sorry-sorry friend be leaving for time. Maybe when bigger Brandy and Brask cross waters and meet again. But Weyr be good thing, hoping stay. More friends here, thinking. The blue's eyes strayed over to one of his fellow hatchlings. His brother, who had Impressed a boy as scowling as his brother was bright.

Brandy smiled and kissed his hided head. "How about you go over and say hello. I'll be there shortly, hmmm?"

The blue considered it for a few moments. Brask think okay. Brandy no be trouble, hear? Be good for friend. With a lick of his blue tongue to her cheek, when she put him down he started weaving through legs to greet Eisk. [b]Eisk be greeted much happy! Good for finding Bonded. Happy time, yes? Please be meeting you, Yours, offical-like. With the prospect of seeing his clutchsibling face to face, his hesitations melted away temporarily.

Brandy's didn't, however. She finally spotted who she was looking for and slid up beside him. "I suppose I will be missing the ride back." Her arms crossed, a sheepish look on her face. "I was probably asking for it, coming here. Do you think those orders meant I wasn't allowed to dance, either? Because otherwise I'll be expecting it on graduation. Whenever that is." She had a lot of questions for her new wherlingmaster and would certainly be speaking to him later on.
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Harper was certainly there, looking for her new Handler brother. It wasn't surprising. Siblings were Impressing left and right, and somehow she didn't doubt that one way or another all of them would turn up at the Weyr. Bogarth waited outside for her. Harper wasn't all that comfortable in the mix, but she bore it stoically as she searched out her sibling. Runner wasn't a face she'd really gotten to know well given how long they'd been apart and their schedules.

But she hoped that this would make up for it.

Two of them had managed to congregate. She could recognize W'o, certainly, and there beside him was their new Handler sibling. A small smile cracked her face for a few moments as she slipped in front of them.

"W'o. R-runner." Her voice came out quiet, the stutter soft but audible. She nodded towards both of them. W'o had also been neglected in his time here, but she'd come with something for him as well. Her hands extended towards them both. Offered to Runner was a mask, one made with care and delicacy. It was made of stiff leather, dyed and covered in brilliant feathers (Harper had taken them from her whersports) and cheap but sparkly chips of gems. It was brightly colored, almost gaudy, but that wasn't unlike Harper. She herself could have worn in that night and made her outfit a set. To W'o? A glass miniature of his Bonded. Bogarth had been good enough to watch the blue from up close and had given her plenty of views of the slinky dragonet.

They weren't much, but they were something. "Congrats." On her shoulder, Penny peered over and chirped at them, the rest of her fair following suit from various perches about the place. A veritable chorus of winged good wishes.
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Qu'yn was certainly not one to miss occasions like this. Bright, starry-eyed feasts where the newly Bondeds would first experience the tightness of the reigns and begin the exhausting climb to being full-fledged Riders, or Handlers, or whatsoever they were when they got out.

There was one other who shared some of his amusement, he thought. One of the Candidates - the knots marked him out as such - seemed to be searching through the crowd for something, a look on his face that bespoke someone looking for a good time. Qu'yn slipped up over his shoulder. "Are you looking for some company? Not a few candidates choose to stay in their rooms unless compelled to come. It can be a sore spot, not being the one to Impress. But we had few enough Candidates and more than enough whers, so I think fewer are upset than usual."

He cast a grin at the male. "Would you like to join me?" It was a friendly offer, his rough brown hair falling over hazel eyes as he grinned. Qu'yn never minded company, and nights like this begged for a friendly laugh or two.
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Nevisk pushed up from her place on the floor beside Theran's feet, bumping Hers with the tip of her snout before her tail laced across his thigh on her way outside. She didn't wander often, but part of Theran could feel that the number of people were too great for her. She had dealt with her children for long enough, in her mind, and needed the fresh air that outdoors at night could offer. Nevitheran watched his Gold walk off with a sip of his wine, other hand resting on-elbow against the table as he observed the throng close around her haunches. Even still, she was taller than most of those in the room. It wasn't hard to see her crest and spines sift through the crowd and vanish outside.

Once there, she idly strolled in a beeline towards where Wherth was digging, with Vexesk in close attendance. She moved quietly up towards them - by no means subtle, given how the moonlight caught off her metallic hide, freshly oiled at that - and settled on her haunches on the edge of where Wherth was digging.

She didn't interrupt. Just watched.

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Ujarak had washed up, and lingered towards the edge of the crowd. Already several offers to dance had been turned down politely, and he looked forward to the festivities being over so that he could return home to his work. No doubt even in the handful of candlemarks they had been there, it had likely piled up. Distracted as he was, he paid little attention to his surroundings, and it wasn't until Brandy's voice resonated from close by that his focus was snared. Tea in-hand, he turned abruptly and smoothed a piece of his hair away from where it had fallen across his face; after all, one couldn't expect the oil to hold forever, and he'd been there longer than he suspected already. He wasn't prone to bathing and being summoned to the Dining Hall in any state of graces but the ones he publicly kept, and as such, the unfortunate snarl in his hairdo would simply have to be afforded until he could get his hands on something to fix it.

Hazel-green eyes studied her briefly, the as-per-usual emotionless look ever-present.

"Dancing, no. Other things that these inbiciles seem inclined to do when intoxicated and dancing, yes."

She was one of THEM, now. He felt the souring of his stomach. What a waste. It all depended largely on if she was planning to stay here once she'd graduated or not. Returning to the Hold would redeem her to him, if only slightly. But then again, he should have expected it. He himself might had best ensure that he didn't end up party to one of the...mutant ground-bound reptiles, himself.

"I suppose that's what you've come to solicit from me."

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B'er was there, though the Smith was shepharded close to the wall with his wineglass in hand. His hair had been grown longer, sweeping low across his shoulders in a rarely-seen sense of length; it was usually cast up and much shorter, in something of a 'fauxhawk', though it wore the tri-color hues he carried a penchant for; black at the roots, dark auburn at the midgrade, and almost blonde ends. He wore three colors on his attire; dark gray slacks with a white shirt, and lighter gray vest, three-tone glass rings on three fingers, on each hand. He shifted nervously from boot to boot - those matching the lighter shade of his vest exactly, which must have been a feat in and of itself, and was a testament to his compulsions - as he scoured the crowd with his eyes to alight on each and every one of his present siblings; though he made no move to interfere with their socializing. No, B'er was simply happy to see them Impressed and getting along. Weyrlife had proven much better a fate for them than they'd had at the hands of their parents.

He leaned heavily on the cane at his side. The reminder of the support, as well as the brace hugging his hip, thigh, and torso, embittered him considerably. The small smirk faded into a knitting of his brow, as he retrieved a refill from a passing Weyrfolk.

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He was the picture of all things Harper, the greatest example of his kind. Xellarik was never really sure where N'oir found his clothes, or how he made them, but it was a testament to his friend's abilities that he could always look so good. It's a feast for the new wher babies, he'd been told. He had tried not to roll his eyes. They should have the babies sing, he'd quipped in return. His position as the Weyr's Harper had begun the day he'd arrived, holding a ceremony for the recently deceased in Pern's hideous Fall that devastated their world. Since then he'd been at every Hatching Feast, Hatching, well...really everything. Anyone who was someone attended all of those, and as Rayna had put him to work, he couldn't exactly shirk his duties. Actually he could, and would, if he didn't have such a sharding work ethic...and four other people at his back. Well...three.

Chu usually just liked to lay down somewhere and pretend to glower.

Still, even he had to admit that he was rather dashing. The silk tunic was perfectly cut and embroidered; the shining gold threads that grew from the solid gold cuffs at his wrists and tangled themselves up his perfectly fit sleeves. Nevermind if it was fashionable to have some puff around the forearm, he had to play--or so N'oir had scolded him. The gold embroidery gave way under the perfect blue of the sleek silk and disappeared only to reappear around his buttons and collar. Everything else was tied down by a pair of tailored black leather trousers, cut to fit his black boots perfectly with no rippling. His clothing was a masterpiece, his playing would be a masterpiece, the wine was...Xellarik stopped himself from curling his mouth down at the wine.

They didn't like to waste the good stuff, did they. Ah well, he had his own up above in his weyr. The speeches were given, the attendees washed in like a wave on the shore and he...found himself peering curiously at W'o. It was entirely possible that he had actually requested his presence. He had been, at one point, a Harperhall Apprentice. And oh, it did make the little ones so excited to be noticed. Still, it was obvious the man was entertaining a newly Impressed individual, and who was he to ruin such a...ah...momentous occasion. "Yes, it was very important to have...W'o...here. You see, when he realized that you Impressed such a...darling...animal, he wanted to make sure the Feast was a proper event. Yes."

Xel nursed his hideous wine glass a moment, and then tilted his head in the general direction of the pair. There seemed to be even more of them gathering on the horizon. "Congratulations to you and yours," he purred over the rim before taking his leave. They'd positioned his platform neatly out of the way, but in an area where happy folk could gather to dance at his feet. He did enjoy watching the dancing. Sometimes. It was debatable whether Chu would join him on set, but Xel never minding picking up the slack for his friend. Besides, the thought filtered through the haze of his own thoughts. He had the firelizards.

The quartet settled on music stands positioned around him, attentive. They'd probably already stolen their share of scraps and would make it through the rest of the night with little issue. Smiling, though that was part of the showmanship, the Harper flourished a metal baton and tapped it against his own stand, humming a note to bring the firelizards into tune. They'd start with low seriousness, as business was conducted, but eventually the children would leave and the workers would dribble out from the caverns below and the party would really start.

He did hope they'd bring the better wine.

"Runner!" The near-squeal from across the room nearly made Xellarik lose his timing, but at the very least he did maintain his bright smile. He didn't even bother to spare a glance for the slender tiny girl who raced across the room and flung herself onto the Weyr's newest Blackhandler, showering his cheeks with pecking kisses. "Oh, Runner! I knew it was you. I've just been waiting, and waiting," Fisher had the decency to pitch her voice lower now that she had practically crawled on top of her slightly younger brother. You've been waiting so long, I was so worried that I was wrong about us, but I wasn't. When am I anyway," this last she crooned over her shoulder to W'o. "Our parents couldn't pick the right Craft, but it doesn't matter, we'll all be Bonded--and don't you mention Smith."

She was putting on a false grumpy pout for W'o's benefit. "Smith is off following her dreams, but some beast or another could still find her out there someday. Whers like hard workers." She was already grudgingly disembarking Runner's midsection, after releasing him from her admittedly large hug--for how tiny she was anyway. "And who are you?" She just kept right on going until she was crouching down in front of Runner's new Black. "My name is Fisher, and I know that since you picked this one, you're already partway to understanding what a mess of a family you've gotten yourself into. I'm sorry I didn't see you," she looked at once shy, yet proud. "I'm not a very big fan of hatchings, but I like coming to the afterparty, once everything is settled."

Concerned, she peered up at the boys. "Was it bad?" She looked around quickly, "I know the Reds really would prefer freedom most of the time, but no one seems to be crying. That's always a good sign," she'd already turned back to the baby wher to see if he agreed with her assessment. "Oh look, B'er is trying to hide and play father." To her everlasting credit, Fisher did wait to hear anything that Runner's wher would have to say to her, but once he was done, she simply had to go make sure that B'er was okay being all by himself across the room. W'o and Runner both earned a final bright kiss before she very nearly skipped off to join her eldest brother.

Upon arrival, she fluttered around him like a worried sparrow, peering up into his dark eyes. "You know, I'm going to graduate soon," she paused, lifting a finger, "against all odds. Thanks to you, of course. For bringing me here and taking me in." She looked sideways, being both overtly incorrigible, but also self-reflective. "And Ler, for making my straps." Settling in against the wall beside him, she looked out over the gathering crowd of people. "You know, only a few left until everyone's gotten a dragon or a wher partner of their own. Ijreth really had to make the case that, unless I wanted to think my whole family was inherently wrong...well." She wrinkled her nose, unable to finish the silly thoughts running around in her head. "Now I just want everyone to be happy," she rolled her head back so she could look up at him again.

Two new Reds and hardly any blood or ichor spilled. Tonight was a good night. Yrsavild wandered in from the night air, scrubbing at the remains of redwort stain in an attempt to warm her chilled bones. The only thing that really ever warmed the Infirmary during the growing cold seasons, was an excess of dragon inhabitants, and that was not a thing a Dragonhealer ever wished in surplus. She was not a normal face at festivities, but Thread had treated them well--far better than it had in the last turn, and things were--for now--quiet. She would take every moment she could get. Maybe she hadn't before, in fact she could not really recall what her weyr looked like inside, even though it sat squarely over the place where she worked, but she was now. Moments were precious and fleeting.

She was not a woman who easily made friendships, or small talk, that was evidenced by the distinct lack of people who she felt comfortable approaching. Her reputation didn't help. Butcher. Mutilator. Nevermind the fact that she'd saved the lives of their lifemates. Saved able-bodied Riders. Everyone wanted to know why she had such a fascination for removing the bits and pieces that made a dragon whole. Well, maybe if they'd stop attempting to lose all those bits and pieces they could keep them! She laughed softly, completely to herself, as she took a seat near the serving area where she could watch the comings and goings of the Weyrfolk. It didn't help that she kept pieces of them like trophies. They were tools, of course, for study--but this was Pern. Ingenuity, especially of the Healing variety, was looked at with suspicion, if not outright fear.

Ah well, she would not waste her time trying to change the minds of those whose minds were already made up. She had been born to save lives, no matter the cost to her popularity. They could call her butcher all they liked. They still came crawling back every Fall. Her eyes danced across the milling people, seeking out the new Impressees, sizing them up. She was no Wherhealer, she would have little contact with these new Handlers, but it was always good to have a name for a face should the need arise for her to tend to the beasts.


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Despite his less than ideal mood, spotting B'er was a welcome sight. His smile widened a bit as he abandoned his solitude. Slipping through the crowd, he silently joined the other man, expression slipping into something more serious as he started to get a better sense of the glasssmith's demeanor. It seemed it was a harder evening than some.

"You know, I don't think they'd mind you joining them, if you wanted. " Snagging another glass of wine himself, he sipped at the popular vintage for the evening, waiting to see what B'er's response might be. Though, Fa'rah wasn't entirely passive as he tried to gauge what would help, fingers sneaking over to brush their backs against the other's.

His eyes also fell upon the gathering crowd of the other's family. More and more of them were coming to the Weyr, impressing, and it seemed that B'er was pleased, but at the same time, the Iron handler wondered if it wasn't putting additional pressures on him. Perhaps it was reminding him of his new found restrictions that might interfere with the role he filled for the lot of them.

"They always seem particularly fond of you." Hopefully, he wasn't making things worse, at least. Then, he realized that one of the sibling group had looked in B'er's direction, and he chuckled softly. "Seems you won't have a choice for along" Fa'rah contented himself with sipping at his wine while the girl made her way over and proceeded to flutter around the blackrider. At least B'er would never have to worry about being alone... not even if that's what he thought he wanted from time to time.

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The appearance of Journeyman Xellarik was almost alarming. W'o straightened to a more proper stature, if one could imagine it possible. The Harper our ranked him, and was deserving of the utmost reverence for his position as such, even though W'o found the other man peculiar. The only thing worse than any eccentricity the older man might throw out and unseated his sense of what he was supposed to do, was that the Harper made something of his presence. W'o usually wasn't given to letting on when he was effected by such things, not in a proper setting, but the clever, all discerning eye of the older man seemed to unravel some of his control, a hint of color spoiled the highlights of his cheeks, as the serious apprentice sipped at his warm water. He certainly wouldn't touch alcohol, and disadvantage his throat

"You do me far to much credit Journeyman Xellarik", he offered carefully, having the sense to wait until he had finished 'sampling' his drink, as it would have been a shameful display to speak into the mug. W'o did not feel he was nearly so important that his opinion should matter, and even if it did, it was a matter of duty; he deserved no credit for what he was supposed to do. Thankfully, true to the form of a so very... harper harper, the other was off once more, navigating the social niceties fluidly. W'o was sure he would never achieve such a thing, not unless he was being someone else. Eyes followed the parting Harper, briefly not bothering to hide their objective. Then he realized, he was alone with Runner once more, and now having been spoken well of in front of his younger sibling, W'o wanted to crawl out of his skin. Instead, he took another easy sip.

Relief wasn't coming quickly enough, the first of their siblings to join them being Harper. He was happy to see her, quiet wasn't something he had difficulty getting along with, and even when she was more vocal and animated, he found this sibling to be a calming presence. Unfortunately, neither of them were the beset conversationalists, which meant, they couldn't save each other. At least the gift was likely to distracted Runner. Perhaps that was selfish of him? Hoping that Harper would bare the brunt of familiarity and affection was hardly chivalrous, but W'o wasn't completely selfless, and he had always had preferred to observe. Oh, but Harper had other plans for him it seemed. Carefully taking the gift she had brought, he just stared silently at is, surprised as he reverently turned her work in his hands, studying it. She really was skilled, and he couldn't imagine how it was that she produced such work.

"Thank you", he offered softly, feeling a bit awkward about having received a gift, any gift, but he was genuinely touched that she'd thought of him. He'd pay careful mind to keep his gift safe, not doubting in the slightest that Lemasyth would be thrilled to see it. While tucking it away carefully, the weyrling started from the sudden shriek, and raises a brow at his twin. He hadn't failed to notice how her disruption had upset the industry of a fellow harper, but there was nothing to do for it. Besides, now that Fisher was present, finally there was someone else that was able to carry on the flow of conversation faithfully.

Her antics were meant with the same, stoic expression, though there was a softening of his eyes, just a hint. Crowded rooms were never his favorite place to dole out much in the way of emotion, even when it was part of his duty to do so. Though the bit about Smith, that did get a full blown smirk, and a hint of mischief in his gaze. Oh yes, his twin had rightly perceived exactly where his objection would fall, and there was a certain, smug satisfaction in knowing he could just as easily stand back and let her assert his points for him. He thought about adding to it, but instead chose not to interrupt her discussion with the new Wher.

W'o was listening to the goings on in the room, the idle chatter, the music, words that passed between people but was not meant to be noticed. His mind wasn't wandering, he was practicing being attentive, and 'hearing all' a skill good harpers were supposed to have. There was at least one thing he didn't miss, and that was his twin zeroing in on B'er.

"Perhaps B'er has found his preference to be for calm this evening." He suggested easily, though figured he'd be mostly ignored in that notion. Still, he had done his best to offer her that consideration. It wasn't that W'o wouldn't have liked to have B'er with them, in fact, it was always his preference to have the eldest among their numbers, certain that simply by existing in a space adjacent to theirs there was a greater sense of order. Besides, he was also fond of his brother, finding him to be lacking in no way of significan merit. Still, W'o was also the sort who often needed a moment of solitude; he could understand the want to be at a distance. Anyway, he wouldn't go pestering B'er tonight, not only did he likely have duties to preform, but Wood had another matter that would soon see him intruding upon the elder's sanctuary. Actually, speaking of that sanctuary.

"Harper... if I might inquire, is there a particular time during which you and B'er typically engage in your smithing endeavours? "
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After doubt his round of dances with the usual suspects, G'len grabbed a plate of food and a glass of fruit cider and searched for a place to sit down. While he saw a good number of promising places scattered about nearby, he was actually searching for one paticular person to share his meal with. Specifically his oldest sibling, Gayla, who'd attended the wher Hathcing with him, and walked away from it with one of the wherets in tow. He wanted to see how she was handling her new bond so far, to make sure was having no difficulties with something she wasn't properly prepared to feel.

Once he found her, he headed over to her table with his food. With an exaggerated charming smile on his face and mischief in his eyes, he addressed the new wherhandler. "Hello, beautiful lady. What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Care to keep a lonely Bronzerider company for a bit?"
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Galya was enjoying herself immensely. Who didn't like a nice feast? Except for not being allowed wine. Surely they didn't suspect her of being inmature on occasion? Perish the thought! Of course, this feast was a bit extra special. Gask had spent several long minutes looking and asking about pretty much everything, before a full belly and a long day lead her to sleep sweetly under Galya's chair. Lyorion had been hanging around most of the time too, asking just about as many questions, before Galya had managed to shoo him off to hang with his cousin and the other kids.

Now it was good to just get a few minutes of quiet. Everything was happening so fast, it was a little hard to grasp. Was this what it had been like for her siblings? Of course, they'd had candidate lessons to prepare them. She just had heresay and what she observed at other hatchings.

She looked up as someone rather familiar came over. She gave G'len a crooked smile at his greeting. She could play this game too. "Who me? Beautiful?" she asked innocently. She fanned her face, giving a look of being very pleased with completement. Which she truthfully was. She would just rather it came from men other than her brother. "You honor me, bronzerider! I can only hope I can be good company for so important and handsome a man as yourself."

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Brandy parted her lips into a grin at Raja's response, though it wasn't as enthusiastic when she saw the look on his face. It was fairly clear that he wasn't all that pleased at the moment. More than that, it looked like that was directed at her. "I had. I haven't had opportunity to dance with you yet, for all we've shared a bed." A wink to try and lighten things up. "I'd hope I'm going to be lucky enough. It's going to be a while before I can come back. And be warned, I am going to come back. I have too much invested in Western not to." A finger came up to press gently on his chest.

"I'm going to send over instructions to both you and your Master Vintner about what's to be done with my current crop. I'm so sorry that I have to add to your burden but I don't have a choice. In the meanwhile..." The finger left his chest. "In the meanwhile I'm going to miss you. You're a hoot and a half."

Her teeth flashed in a grin, her hands held out to him. "So. A dance? To commemorate your being relieved of my presence for the time being. That must be something to look forward to." She couldn't see how it wouldn't be. Brandy had a feeling she gave Raja a headache.\

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B'er sighed as soon as he was spotted, but ultimately didn't move from where he was standing. He sipped his wine as Fa'rah approached, a subtle smile brushing his lips at the Baker's presence. His hand set the wineglass down, snaking around the other Blackrider's hip to pull him close.

"I don't," he admitted honestly. "But old habits are hard to break, it seems. They gravitate to me, because I raised most of them. Our parents are and were useless. They've mostly all Impressed, life goes on. While I'll be there for them until they don't need me anymore, and I encourage them to handle their own lives, it seems for some I'm more an anchor than others." The brace was tangible under his clothing. There was no missing it, regardless of how thin the Master Tanner had made it. "I can't keep up with them as well as I used to, so I leave them to each other these days."

He spied Fisher coming towards him, making no effort to pick up his wine again; no, Fa'rah's hip was a far better place for his hand. He looped his thumb into the Baker's waistband, idly smoothing his thumbnail against the inner hem of Fa'rah's pants.

"Though it appears I'm volunteered by virtue of showing up, mmm?"

Fisher was like a winged VTOL. One of the pretty, non-annoying ones, at that. If he moved too quick, she might flutter off. B'er's cane was leaned against the wall behind him, and he leaned a bit on Fa'rah to hold his balance, as his other arm came around to catch his sister against his chest and squish her into a hug.

"You are. It wasn't me, I had nothing to do with it outside of letting you sleep in my weyr." The hug was brief, then he let her go; anxiety was close to his thoughts, so many people, so many germs. He leaned heavier on Fa'rah. "Until the broodmare foals again, that is," he remarked in dry answer to the prospect of his entire family Impressing. "Let's hope they find their way here, and that Faranth makes our unfortunate mother sterile before she dies in childbirth. The stars know our equally unfortunate father is too dimglow to understand that fielding an entire Wing from one's spouse is hardly the way to leave any legacy." He lifted a finger, and booped the end of her nose, before his hand found the head of his cane once again. The lean softened on Fa'rah, and increased on the metal rod meant to bear the brunt of his crippled weight.

"Fa'rah, my sister, Fisher of Cyan Ijreth. Fish, Fa'rah of Black Wherth." He wasn't sure what to call Fa'rah. Weyrmate? They hardly seemed all THAT close, at least to B'er; much as he'd love to spin the rumor mill wheels all the more, but he didn't know how the Roundsman felt about their companionship, so he left it up to him to clarify.

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"Don't say that too terribly loud, the rumor mill buzzes about you and I quite enough already." Unfortunately, he added to himself, still standing largely proper and gentlemanly, hands at the small of his back once he'd finished his tea and set the mug aside. The finger to his chest was peered down at, with the measure of 'can you not, please', though nothing verbal was uttered.

Finally, he sighed, and removed one of his hands from behind him.

"Yes," he looked exasperated, "That's the long and short of it. I'm so pleased and overjoyed, actually, to be rid of another pair of hands in a Hold that's already painfully short of them. Thrilled, really, why, I don't know how I'm going to contain myself."

He hated being here. Loathed the Weyr, loathed Dragonriders as much as they were a necessity for his life and well-being. As much as she said she was coming back to the Hold, he doubted very strongly she would. It stood to be seen.

"I suspect this will be very awkward with your newfound small...thing...wheret...with you."

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Vexesk peered into the hole curiously. Biggest hole? Bigger than what? Bigger than lake, or just other wher hole? Suddenly Vexesk capered about excitedly on her coltishly long legs. If it is biggest wherhole, then it could be a Wherth lair. Making new lairs could be fun, although Vexen got mad when Vexesk had tried to turn some of the furnishings into a new lair inside their current one. It had been kind of funny.

Vexesk flicked a single wing in and out as if to dismiss the whole feast for now. Too many people in there. Feast is really for humans to celebrate how happy whers make them. Will see the babies when they come out. In the green’s opinion the fun part of the feast came later when there were foolish drunken humans about. That would probably come after the babies had gone.

It was hard to miss Nevisk’s arrival. Vexesk’s head twisted around to look at the much bigger female, weighing her up. Probably stronger, possibly faster because of the longer stride, but likely not as good a climber or as nimble as Vexesk, certainly not as sneaky. Satisfied with her current assessment the green half turned toward the gold. Hello. Wherth is digging the biggest hole. What is it that you do best? Vexesk conveyed nothing more than quiet interest with her inquiry.


Handler knew at least some of her siblings would be around, but she happened to think the most important part of feasts was a good helping of sweet things. The kitchen staff had certain anticipated this as they’d put out some of her favourite redfruit tarts, and Handler wandered the crowd with one in each hand and a trace of pastry crumbs on her face to tell the tale of what happened to the last pair she’d picked up.

Even if whers weren’t really for her it was great to have more of them. Handler smiled brilliantly at a passing hatchling as she thought that. They were kind of cute as babies, even if they did grow up into burly, tough, bruisers. Someone had identified one of the new wherling handlers as Runner, another of her many siblings, and one that Handler couldn’t actually recall if she’d been introduced to. She bit into the left hand pie sharply. She hated being such a scatterbrain but it never seemed to wear off, and with so many siblings that she’d been fostered away from she was probably never going to keep track of them all.

After a moment’s thought Handler’s eyes narrowed and she decided she was going to go over anyway and just act like he should know who she was. Someone else could feel confused for a change. She marched over in the wake of Fisher fluttering off and gave the new wherpair a nervous smile. “Hello you two. Congratulations on your Impression.” Handler paused and scuffed her foot awkwardly. She really wasn’t sure what to say now.
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~Am not being sure. Bigger than old Wherth holes, good start. ~ As dirt was tossed, the wheels in the 'Iron's' head started to turn again, prompted by the conversation. Still, progress was a bit slow, he was quite focused on the biggest hole. ~Lair need stone, need chippy tool with hammer, sharp picks ~ He offered the image of a pick axe to the green, Wherth had heard about them from mining wher when Fa'rah had taken him to Crommyhole. Wherth had decided it was likely he had come from there, many miningwhers, maybe big wher egg made them know Wherth would be too big for mines. ~still... maybe good start~ Vexesk did seem to like the idea of a lair, maybe it wouldn't hurt to let her think up lair plans, even if no 'sharp picks' or 'chippy tool with hammers' showed up. Her thoughts on the feast made sense, maybe Wherth wouldn't want to go on so much if he was able to like every other wher. Rumbling absently in acknowledgement of her thoughts on it.

A Queen couldn't go unnoticed, least of all one whose hide gleamed with fresh oil. Pausing in his digging, Wherth lifted his head, to click at the Queen in greeting.

~Nevisk am being prettiful... Hatch good wherbabies, strong, smart~ He complimented easily, pausing as he considered if he should go back to his hole. Maybe so, the queen would have said if she wanted him to stop. So, Wherth nosed his dirt a big before resuming the excavation. ~Nevisk am missing eggies?~

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"That's a shame, you clean up nicely." He offered with his easy grin, both flattering and teasing. After all, B'er rarely was seen any way other than 'cleaned up'. Maybe if he came charging into the other's workshop he'd get to see a mess B'er... or if helped get the other all disheveled. The lowering of his lashes, while he just took in the familiar sight of the other man's face, before admiring thee rest of them was a good indication of which option he preferred. There was, however an actual conversation going on, so he didn't supposed he'd just stand there ogling the blackrider.

"You prefer to a more, one on one setting?" He could understand that, the man had such a large family, it could quickly overwhelm itself in terms of making for bonding opportunities, especially with the children themselves have been at the helm of it for so long.

Fisher's approach would end up putting their conversation on pause, but he didn't mind, especially with that arm around him.

"If it helps... Your presence has volunteered you for something I think you'll enjoy", he offered softly, an unmistakable purr of suggestion in his tones, though his smile remained appropriately friendly as the girl drew nearer. He remained unobtrusively present, or as unobtrusive as he could make himself, watching with some interest in the way that the glasssmith interacted with his younger sibling. When he was introduced, he dipped his head respectfully, though kept his body mostly out of the action, in order to avoid upsetting what balance B'er continued to place in him.

"The man looking to take your brother off the market", he added, easily, seeing no reason to deny his interest. He did, however, avoid making any compromising statements. Whether the two of them decided this was going somewhere... more permanent, was between them to discuss. "Pleased to meet you. " He might shake hands with her, if she were so inclined (and remained stationary ), but some women didn't care for the traditionally masculine greeting.
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 Posted: Jul 27 2016, 12:52 AM
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Fisher tried to look like she was interested, she really did, and hopefully in the end, for tonight, it would just appear like she was distracted. A young woman, able to go out on her own with her dragon. Surviving Weyrlinghood. You know, all those things. Really, she was going sort of crazy inside. When had this happened? This...thing...between her eldest brother and this man. Where had this man even come from? She didn't know him, not at all, she'd never seen him. Of course, she hadn't seen everyone but surely she would at least recognize him..maybe. And what did it say that she didn't? Was he some sort of recluse that would keep B'er locked away from his family. He was here now, but what did that mean, what if this was just a special occasion because his family was Graduating and they had to make a show of it.

What if he was being held prisoner. Fisher smiled, and studied B'er thoroughly, trying to be somewhat sly about it. Blink twice if you need help, she thought at him with the power of her mind as if she was a Hears all Humans. She was probably starting to look just slightly...off. That was enough socializing for her. She generally wanted to be completely surrounded by people, but this...this was enough for her tonight. "I think, uh, Ijreth needs some oiling, you know...dragons...things...bye!" With that she was scampering off, trying to look oh-so-happy and skipping, but she was bailing. As fast as she could, out of this sinking canoe.


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