Logs:High Reaches crashes Fort's Hatching Feast
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| RL Date: 22 June, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Ali, Alida, Azaylia, Bria, E'ten, K'zin, N'dalis, N'muir, R'co, R'zi, Vash, Yamilet |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: High Reaches riders join Fort's to celebrate, post-Hatching. |
| Where: Living Cavern, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 1, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: This is the log from the point at which I joined; feel free to add in anything before that point! |
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| Living Cavern, Fort Weyr Fort's enormous living cavern is a vast, echoing space, with deep set windows carved into the outer wall to let in light and fresh air. Large enough to house the entire human population of the Weyr with plenty of room to spare, the most common use of the living cavern is as a communal eating and gathering space. Long tables with benches usually line the main part of the cavern with a four-seater table set aside for the Weyrleaders as well as other smaller tables set along the walls for quieter dining. Tapestries depicting historic moments in the Weyr's history and scenery from the coverage area decorate the walls and lend the space a warmer feel than bare stone. To the east, a large doorway leads out to the bowl, with a sturdy metal door that can be closed during inclement weather or Threadfall. The nighthearth is tucked away in a little alcove near the door. The large main hearth is used for cooking and for heat, sharing a wall with the kitchen's big hearths and banks of ovens. Chairs are often pulled up by the hearth for the Weyr's elderly to enjoy the heat. A swinging door allows easy passage back and forth between the caverns and the kitchen. To the west, a passage opens up into the Weyr's inner caverns. It's still snowing outside, and so even in the short trip across the bowl, Ali's fur cloak is dusted in a sprinkling of white. Of course, part of that could well have been her lengthy pause to gaze skyward at Isyath's circling form, the queen claiming her normal space in Fort's skies, even if she can barely be glimpsed through the descending snow. Handing her cloak off, the weyrwoman's making a noteable beeline for drinks, gaze deliberately downcast. The cool winter's breeze helps to soothe the heat of the galleries, and Azaylia is looking somewhat refreshed as she enters the living caverns. Obviously 'Reachian in a dark blue gown with white fur trim, the weyrwoman has managed to find her smile during the short walk from sands to feast. There's no longer sweat on her brow, but a glittering silver chain that adorns her temples with delicate flowers. With a drink in mind, it takes perhaps an embarrassingly long time for her to recognize Ali but when she does, "High Reaches duties, weyrwoman Ali. It was a lovely clutch." And of course, Hraedhyth's excitement can still be felt among dragonkind. At least K'zin and Alida are exercising their manners tonight. They pause, arm in arm, just inside to dust themselves free of the majority of the snow that clung to their riding leathers. K'zin unbuttons his jacket again, sliding it off to look a little more Hatching-Feast-appropriate in his blue-silk shirt, the collar and cuffs embroidered with black, yellow and green. Once they've exercised this manner, the next is to offer the lady a drink. It's done silently though, and silently accepted, so soon enough K'zin and Alida are nearing Azaylia and Ali at the drink table. The next manner? A salute, of course, but not, at least from K'zin, a verbal interruption of the goldriders' exchanges. One of the benefits of rank is sliding right up to the front of the drinks table - and Ali's gaze is flickering over the various offerings when Azaylia's greeting brings her gaze up. A pause, and recognition lights her expression, "Thank you. Fort's duties to High Reaches as well. It was-" she can't quite bring herself to agree on the latter sentiment, so she lamely adds, again: "Thank you." She doesn't notice K'zin and Alida immediately, but the salute gets her attention, with a smile and another murmured, "Fort's duties." There's a sense of excitement, too, from Isyath, though it's slightly different: less excited about the hatching itself, moreso about being free of the sands, and having the freedom of Fort's skies. Murmuring something to K'zin when she sees his fine shirt, Alida shrugs once, finally removing her arm from her taller companion's, then taking off her own jacket, where the simple, but clean clothes of a weyrling can be seen. The jacket is laid over her inner shoulder, Azaylia and Ali given a very proper and militarily crisp salute, along with an alto, "'Reaches duties..." to the Fortian goldie. For Zay, a somewhat more familiar, "Ilicaeth says Hraedhyth's bubblin' like a lava pot." A wee smirk for that exchange, a wink, and unless they're needed, the guard accompanies Waki onward. Alida whispers to K'zin, "Didn' even have time ta pull on my old finer shirt. 'Caeth had us off our ledge 'n Between so fast, my head spun." *snerk* Unintentionally pulling rank herself, Azaylia follows Ali to the front, passing the wine for something far more bubbly and mild. The Fortian junior's hesitation doesn't go without notice, and her hand reaches-- hovers, before touching lightly on Ali's arm. "I am sorry about the... one left. But the rest are so healthy and look wonderful." Or as wonderful as slimy babies can look, clearly the weyrwoman is biased. She chooses a tall flute of pale liquid, cradling it as K'zin and Alida both salute, smile growing, "Senior Weyrlings." The affectionate greeting is followed by, "Hraedhyth enjoys any reason to celebrate." Even so, surely she's on her best behavior. N'muir enters the Living Cavern accompanied by a sweeping cluster of snowflakes, his leathers coated in a light layer of frost that quickly melts from the warmth of the room. Ali is spotted and her position very pointedly avoided for the time being but lingering around without a drink and running the risk of becoming the victim of agree parental rants eventually pushes the bronzerider closer at least, if only to get a drink. Alida and K'zin would go unnoticed except that, you know, they are Reachian. And that's something in this place. "You aren't familiar to me." What happened to the old-fashioned standard of 'hey, I'm N'muir! Welcome to my home! Who are you'? There's a touch of blush to K'zin's cheeks as he gives that salute and there's an audible murmur to Alida, "Ras makes me keep one in my bag, 'just in case'." A self-conscious touch to the shirt helps piece together the puzzle for those who didn't hear the bluerider's earlier remark to her wingmate. Then there are more manners to be seen to. The tall young man seems a little uncertain of the smile he offers to Ali, "'Reaches duties," He echoes the blonde on his arm, "to Fort and her queens," He adds to his own. Then Alida's reaching toward Ali and he slides his arm free of hers, as though to step free from association in case touching a Fortian goldrider is bad form. He doesn't seem to know what to say on the topic of the Hatching, so he just stays silent, looking a touch awkward, and instead looks to Azaylia, "Evening, ma'am. You're looking--" A pause, "-resplendent." Thanks Rasavyth! The weyrling's smile is briefly sheepish. There's a slow breath from Ali, and a much more genuine, heartfelt, "Thank you," at the touch of the other goldrider's hand - and then she's looking at the drinks again, because, "Sorry, I-" and the dark haired woman's reaching for the nearest glass, not caring what it is, and downing it. If nothing else, it brings a flush of color to her cheeks, and with a somewhat embarrassed look at Azaylia, "I'm not much of a drinker." Still, she collects a second, non-empty glass with the intention of it being more than just a prop. This time, she gives more attention to the pair of weyrlings, with a more genuine smile. "You're betweening already? It goes so fast. Are you-" and then she's staring at N'muir with mouth half open. She'd probably accept that offer of hand, if she weren't busy staring at her Weyrleader. "I've learned to be." Azaylia supplies perhaps too brightly, about being much of a drinker. Perhaps it's meant to be a joke, but there's no flinch from the weyrwoman as she takes a long sip from her glass. K'zin's compliment tickles more than the bubbles in her drink, "Thank you. You look very nice-- Rasavyth helped?" She can only assume. The appearance of Fort's Weyrleader maintains that warm smile, and while his greeting isn't conventional, "Two of our weyrlings, Weyrleader. Both impressed during Hraedhyth's first clutch." One half of the whole affair, as it's likely known. K'zin's appreciation of Azaylia's choice of dress is curtailed by the arrival and observation -- or is that accusation -- of the Fortian Weyrleader. A crisp salute is snapped. "High Reaches duties, sir. K'zin, senior weyrling to Rasavyth." Since an identification seems to be needed. A small smirk for Waki's coloring cheeks trails into a definite nod for his assessment of Azaylia's fine dress, the Reachian weyrwoman getting a rarer, easy smile from the pale-blonde, who then nods again to Ali's inquiry. "Terrorizin' everywhere..." the woman notes in her NewYork minute accent, complete with harsher, clipped tone...then giving Ali a droll little smirk-smile plus a wink, just in case her glib words weren't obvious enough. See Zay, she's actually being *good*, for once. No swearing, either! And then there's N'muir approaching, 'greeting' them, and once again, the senior weyrling goes through the proper motions, her grin disappearing behind a fortress of steely-will and propritey, the Weyrleader given her second, militaristic salute. "Alida, blue Ilicaeth's senior weyrling, High Reaches, sir." She's about as on the ball as possible. A look of quiet thanks is flicked over to Azaylia for adding to her (and K'zin's) own introductions to N'muir. It's been long enough that some of the weyrlings have been able to get their newly hatched dragons settled. R'zi's quick to leave the barracks once Tajireth's fast asleep, tracking snow into the caverns as he makes his way almost directly for the food. It doesn't look like there's any family to greet him, judging by the way he barely looks around. N'muir pours himself a hefty cup of wine that is far too full to be proper wine etiquette, nearly spilling it even as he lifts it the short distance from the table to his mouth. Thankfully, that first gulp is a big one! Light brown eyes drift over the rim of his cup of wine to catch that stare from his junior weyrwoman, the intention of it not lost on him. "Be..cause... I love... meeting new people?" Right. Although despite his lack of enthusiasm for the words, he does smile and nod succinctly at the Senior Weyrlings. "Senior Weyrling K'zin." And in turn: "Senior Weyrling Alida. Pleased to meet you both." Is Ali's look still there? Does he dare check? Just a little, and out of the corner of his eye. Just in case she explodes. N'dalis is just far enough behind R'zi that it makes sense for him not to have caught up to the other weyrling - or maybe it's just that he's still utterly bewildered, his eyes uncannily wide, even now. He has managed to change out of his robe and into trousers and a shirt, at least, though some of his buttons are done up all wrong. He doesn't seem to expect family either, because he's easily nudged towards the serving tables, and doesn't look around. There's a sidelong glance at the other goldrider, Ali clearly unsure if it's a joke or not. So, she settles for, "The Bollian vintages are the fruitiest but they're so easy to- to forget how many you've had." Wine talk is safe, and safer than getting involved in N'muir's greeting, such that it is. The High Reaches weyrlings earn a pleased smile from the Fortian at their politeness, and it's followed by a look towards N'muir. See? Still, he seems to acquit himself, mostly, enough that Ali leans in to murmur something to Azaylia. Ali whispers "I'm so sorry. He's... he's..." even she struggles to come up with an excuse, "...a bronzerider." to Azaylia. Coming in from the bowl, brushing melting snow from her hair as if the flakes might be bugs, not mere water, Aishani is accompanied by E'ten. The weyrlings that track past in search of food get an interested look, gaze following after them. "That was fast," she notes. Her attention lingers there, curious, before she takes in the rest of the cavern and crowd. The small group of weyrlings, weyrwomen and weyrleader is spotted with a brief nod, a swift smile. To the bronzerider, "Find me a drink and I'll consider you off-duty? For all the company is appreciated." The back of Azaylia's hand touches to her lips, not completely masking the curling edges of her lips. "I'm not for strong wine, but I look forward to trying those vintages." Equal oppertunist when it comes to tasty beverages. With a light clearing of her throat, the weyrwoman's hand drops to reveal a smile that is more proud than it is amused. Now, at least. But the weyrlings' manners inspire some pride, "I hope you two enjoyed your first out-Weyr hatching?" No doubt she did, eyes sparkling even more after Ali's lean. It's subtle, the way her lips move behind her tilted glass while she has the Fortian junior close. Azaylia whispers, "Don't apologize." Now there's no hiding the mirth carried in her quiet tone, "If only all bronzeriders were so..." A quiet laugh, "...genuine." But Ali's sentiment is shared: Oh, bronzeriders." to Ali. The speed with which R'zi collects food is probably typical of a teenage boy, piling his plate high to his satisfaction. It's about here that he becomes aware of N'dalis' presence, with a distinct sort of frown. "You followin' me?" he mutters to the other weyrling in a deliberate Bollian drawl. Giving the newly made weyrlings a nod as they pass, E'ten may be in more amusement over that and Aishani's comment tagged onto them. "I dare say the dragonets are stuffed and are likely to wake up in a little while. May as well let them eat now because I don't know how much sleep they're going to get in the coming days," he notes, voice not quite laughing as he lowers his arm and gestures to the table where he's at least spotted other knots of Reaches' colors. "I'll be able to spot you if you wanted to settle somewhere while I find you a drink for both of us. I think some of your riders are over there and that may be Ali as well." N'dalis is not paying R'zi any attention at all, but even he can't ignore that mutter - it turns his thoughts from the plate he's been slowly filling, and turns his gaze, too. "No," he says, promptly. "Why would I do that? Unless you need a tail on you from now on, just in case." "Yes, ma'am." K'zin answers Azaylia's query once introductions are completed with N'muir. He seems unbothered by the conventionality (or lack there of) of the greeting; but then, he's a man. It was more than a grunt, so isn't that good enough? There's even a touch of confusion for the way Ali stares, but he's not about to get in the middle of what's not his business. But really, it's Azaylia who ends up with the brunt of K'zin's awkward look at the question. He takes his time to take up a mug of beer before giving a little nod of his head. Instead of commenting on the hatching directly, however, he compliments, instead, directing this to both N'muir and Ali, "It looks like it's going to be one shelling great party." So much for the not swearing Alida was doing. K'zin's got it covered! A little wince follows though, so surely someone disapproves. Bria makes her way into the cavern a little while after the boys. She's known where it is for awhile now so the slightly lost expression she wears might be a little unreasonable. And despite her complaints about hunger earlier, food seems to be the last thing on her mind now. Instead she hovers near the entrance she used, off to the side and out of the way, glancing over faces she doesn't know and some that she does but not quite sure what to do about either. Her intense greens flick over present company again when the weyrwomen start to talk, and this is what allows astute Alida to notice Ali's small stink-eye offered to her Weyrleader. She's too disciplined to show it on her face, but the weyrling's eyes appear to chuckle at the recrimination. To K'zin is quietly murmured, "I say we take the champagne while it's flowin'..." the Reachian then scraping her gaze over to the most newly-minted weyrlings from Fort who enter. And then Zay's getting her attention with her words, the Reaches goldie given a sudden and almost shark-like grin that exposes even, white teeth. "We've only just started, ma'am." Nothing like a little disquietude with your decorousness, eh Azaylia?! Heh-heh. Wicked bluie. With N'muir's words of baby dragons and eating and no sleep, the senior weyrling cannot help but softly groan as she remembers her months of hell while her bouncing, battling baby blue was growing up. A gentle and hidden elbow is jabbed into K'zin's side for his small cuss, the bluerider then murmuring, "Be a decent guy, hm, 'n nab us some champagne?" Smirk. With Ali sharing secrets with the Reachian weyrwoman, N'muir takes his escape route, and quickly: "Yes, well, a shelling great party needs a shelling good host so if you'll please excuse me..." He gives a proper salute to Azaylia. "Fort's duties, Weyrwoman." K'zin and Alida are given another nod, and finally Ali and her secret murmurings. "Weyrwoman." And then he's off, heading in any direction away. E'ten becomes his target, and Aishani by association. Is it her closeness with E'ten that draws the fondness to his voice? "Weyrwoman Aishani. How is Iesaryth?" And of course, her companion: "Wingrider." Is that a smile from R'zi, or a baring of teeth? And no Elise in sight to separate them, either. But still, the brown weyrling has food, and that's... important. "I don't, but you seem to have a grudge against me." His gaze flickers from N'dalis to Bria: look, a distraction! "Bria, over here!" "Ah. Yes." Aishani says that as if she hadn't noticed the group E'ten's pointing out; her brows come together in a momentary frown. But that passes as she offers a quick, bright smile, nodding. "If it'll make me easier to spot-- Ah, Weyrleader." Is that relief, saved by the bronzerider? "High Reaches' duties. Congratulations and... well, condolences." Her lips purse before moving on: "Iesaryth is fascinated by the hatchlings, and generally doing well. I hope Bijedth is as well." She doesn't say 'given the givens', but it's in her expression as she looks up at N'muir. Chewing her lower lip briefly, Ali looks like she's trying to cover a smile, giving Azaylia a sidelong look of brief mirth before she takes a deliberate sip of her wine. "If you're interested - I'll let you know when Boll plans for its next Gather. They put on the best wines then, and you get the best pick of stock if you go." So she hears anyway. K'zin's compliment earns a pleased smile from the Fortian junior for both the High Reaches weyrlings. "I'm glad to hear that. I do hope you'll stay for the dancing, both of you - that's the part I enjoy most." Her gaze shifts, and she takes note of the arrival of the Fortian weyrlings, with a brief, if noticeable frown. "You snuck onto the sands," says Dal, his voice raising a little. It probably won't carry too far, given the crowds in the cavern, but it's there nonetheless. "You're a lying cheat. And yet you wonder why people don't trust you. Well, I don't." The emotion of the day seems to have caught itself up in his voice, which threatens to break in a way it probably hasn't since he was a teenager. Yamilet sashays her way through the crowd, fluttering from group to group with her cup of ale like the social bird she is until she spots a familiar face at a very opportune time. "Jazi!" Right name or not, Yamilet's sights are set on R'zi and she flutters over to him, keen on wrapping her arms around him without care for anyone else in close proximity. Her smile is beaming, cheeks rosy with the weight of the warm room or the contents of her cup in equal parts. "I'm so happy for you!" she exclaims, her voice filled with earnest emotion. N'dalis is an afterthought. "And you too! Congratulations, you guys are clutchmates! That's, like, closer than brothers." With the encouragement from R'zi, Bria starts weaving her way through the crowd toward the other pair of shiny new weyrlings. If she's really picked up on their animosity toward each other now that things are all over, she doesn't really show it. "Dal! Razi!" is her greeting, though she gives Yamilet a less certain look. "Weyrleader." Spoken with a polite nod to N'muir, E'ten does remain for just a few moments longer as he gestures to those cups of wine floating about the room with that same hand he's been gesturing with. "I was just going to find Weyrwoman Aishani a glass of wine. Did you need a refill while I go in search of at least two glasses. I can make it three, likely. It's not like I can't find either of you anywhere in the room." It'll be easy. "I didn't sneak. I was asked," R'zi retorts, hastily, unable to let the accusation go. He's busy puffing himself up for some further response when he hears 'Jazi', and he looks and, oh. "Oh... hi, Yamilet," kind of awkwardly, like they weren't in the middle of a verbal fight. She glances between Yamilet and N'dalis with a kind of puzzled look that becomes a narrowing of gaze. Brothers? Vash is a welcome distraction: "Grab some food? We'll find somewhere to sit." Rosy-cheeked and smug, R'co, while preened, has a certain air to him when he comes in from the bowl, side by side with the same Fortian he'd sat with in the galleries. After a brief, whispered exchange, the 'Reaches brownrider peels away from the local, making his way through the crowd to find himself a drink. Once he's got one, he tries to look through the crowd for familiar faces by rising up on his tiptoes to do so. It's not the most efficient of moves, but it does allow him to spot Azaylia, to whom he makes his way. "Weyrwoman Azaylia," he coos once he's close enough, offering those around her a polite nod of greeting. Given N'dalis' expression? R'zi is one part of the family tree he'd like to chop off at the root. But that fades: he forces something more akin to neutrality into his features, giving Bria an encouraging nod and adding, to Yamilet, "Yes, ma'am. Thank you." It might be better if he doesn't pursue R'zi, right at this moment. "Weyrleader N'muir." Azaylia nods as he excuses himself, unable to stifle the soft giggle-- though no disrespect is meant. With her glass drained, and still so close to the table, she chooses a much thicker glass filled with something much stronger. Darker. "Oh?" For Alida, "Just don't give Quinlys anymore headaches." Content with the company of familiar weyrlings and weyrwoman Ali, she turns back to the clutchmother. So to speak, "I hope you don't mind me asking..? There seemed to be a lot more candidates..." Her perhaps impolite question is interrupted by R'co's greeting, "Hello, R'co. Enjoy the hatching?" A quick introduction to the company she keeps, "Brownrider R'co." Seems to be plenty of 'Reachian representatives this evening. There's a grunt from K'zin at the elbow from Alida, but it's nothing he's not used to from the normally ornery blonde anyway. It's enough prompting to have him reaching for and passing the bluerider a champagne. Let her have her bubbly drink; he'll stick with his beer. A nod follows N'muir's departure, before Ali's words of dancing have great-big-smile breaking onto his face, "I wouldn't miss it for anything, ma'am. Do you dance? I can count on all of you ladies to help fill my dance card, can't I? I didn't have enough toss dances at our feast." And this is the first big party he's attended since, so who can blame the eager boy. His eyes are drawn briefly to the weyrlings who've entered, measuring them briefly, possibly as prospective dance partners. Then back to the group, which has now been joined by the blond R'co. Having been just taking a sip of his beer when brown eyes found the brownrider near the goldrider, his perhaps over-abundance of surprise has him coughing... and coughing. It does trail off before it becomes too worrisome, though a bright blush is left on his cheeks. N'muir tips his head in half-acceptance of Aishani's word. "Thank you," he murmurs with some hint of awkwardness, noting as he stares down into his wine: "I'll pass on the sentiment to Weyrwoman Ali." Better then that she doesn't well long, and he flashes a brief smile. "I'm glad to hear," of Iesaryth's well being. "I haven't seen her for a while, although granted things have been rather busy. I'm sure you can imagine." His head bobs again. "Bijedth is good. His own clutch is just over a half a Turn old... a little younger than Iesaryth's, if I remember?" N'muir checks his wine before looking to E'ten with something akin to humour brimming in his eyes. "You should just get a whole 'skin for us, I think. What's one wineskin between the three of us? Unless... Weyrwoman, you will drink, won't you?" It's frickin' saluting day, apparently, and since Alida's on good behavior, she fires yet another militaristic one of those suckers off for both Aishani and E'ten, the pale-blonde's back ramrod-straight while giving such proper greetings. "Ma'am; and 'Reaches duties..." is noted crisply to shani and the Fortian bronzer. Even as her guard's ears are picking up on the small static from the new weyrlings just beyond them, the woman's nodding briskly to Ali, and noting wryly, "Maybe I'll step on K'zin's tones 'n make 'im screech, this time." Smirk. The departing N'muir earns another, more prefunctionary salute. R'co's arrival draws a very neutral expression, a faint bob of head, and nothing more. Ah, and then her champagne is arriving via Waki, and the bronzer gets her crisp, "Thanks, toots," before she's sipping from her flute of yummy bubbly goodness. Ali immediately looks uncomfortable at Azaylia's question, but she's far too polite not to answer, even if she takes another sip of her wine first. "They- they were asked to leave candidacy," she says, firmly. "We couldn't be sure if they- if they could be- trusted. After last time, I- we weren't going to take that risk." Except the flush of color to her cheeks suggests she's not quite so confident in that decision as she was before. The other goldrider's greeting of R'co is more than welcome, if for the distraction side of things: "Welcome to Fort, R'co," the junior murmurs, and Alida's comment about dancing receives a rueful sort of smile, by way of answer to K'zin, "I love to dance," she murmurs, with a warm sentiment, "Even when I wasn't so good at it myself- but I had lots of practice since then." Something about all the 'Weyrwoman'-ing makes Aishani grimace, if faintly. "We are imposing," she tells E'ten, straight-faced, and does her best to imitate N'muir's particular brand of looming in the other man's direction. "Thank you," she replies to N'muir, for some reason grateful to have that passed on. "And yes, things have been busy. The Turnover tends to do that, I think, and we've been spending some time South. That sounds about right, the age... you met the weyrlings? Those two are Hraedhyth's, though." As for drinking, a short laugh. "When don't I. I'm sure someone else might come by in search of a refill besides." Bria will just move over near N'dalis. Not close enough to touch but close enough that she's probably infringing slightly on his personal space. But she's too busy scanning faces, maybe hoping to avoid some in particular. Just in case. "There's so many people. Maybe I'll go back to the barracks and make sure Gryth isn't, you know..." Something. She can't think of a word so she just lets her voice trail off. E'ten's lips twitch into something that's a grin, giving up and signaling one of those serving the wine with a beckoning hand instead. "I think that's easy enough, sir." For all the saluting and sir'ing going around, what's another one into the mix? Knowingly so, he looks towards Alida with a nod before setting to the task of getting the glasses. And the skin. Yamilet seeks to loop her arm in R'zi's and lean against him with all the familiarity of an old friend. If she notices any of the hostility between N'dalis and R'zi, she certainly doesn't seem to find it bothersome, and giggles, tipping her head to seek R'zi's arm on which to rest her head. "Oh, I'm so jealous," she swoons, and aims to tug gently on R'zi's arm to lead him (and whatever other weyrlings are willing to listen to her) to the nearest empty table. "Those first few days when you just Impress are just..." A fond, deep sigh fills her chest. "So precious. It's totally going to be like you guys are one big, happy family, hanging out all the time, crying on each other when it's all just too stressful and crazy... It's really special, Jazi. Oh-" She straightens, blue eyes batting at her 'Jazi' brownrider. "I guess your name's changed. What is it now?" R'co doesn't seem in the slightest bit ashamed at having cut through Azaylia's words. "Plenty of action, wasn't there? And such wonderful hatchlings. I rather thought that last greenrider to Impress was a bit lush." He winks at her, following her introduction with a flourished little bow to Ali. "Weyrwoman Ali. Congratulations on a beautiful clutch. And thank you for the welcome." The weyrlings from his home Weyr are greeted with just a raise of his glass, and a raise of his eyebrow for the coughing, though the suggestion of dancing does capture his attention. He leans in towards Azaylia, resting a hand lightly on her forearm. "Would you do me the honour of a dance later, weyrwoman?" He leans in a little closer, rising up on tiptoe to whisper something in her ear. R'zi, likewise, gives N'dalis a sidelong look, like maybe it's the promise of settling all of this, later. When there are less witnesses, presumably. Instead, he rolls up a slice of meat, dips it in some of the sauce on his plate, and stuffs it in his mouth. He's starving. "The Weyrlingmasters are watching them," he says to Bria, though it's muffled with all the food, "Sure they'd tell us if something happened." And then Yamilet's happening, and she's kind of like a force of nature that can't be refused. He seems more than happy to let her tug him along, saying, "It's R'zi now." And he sounds proud, but who can blame him really? "Stay, Bria," says Dal, who has half-turned his body so that he can avoid looking at R'zi any longer - something made easier by Yamilet's efforts. Later, yes indeed. Later. "This is for us, isn't it? This party. You should eat. And - tell me about him. You said his name is Gryth?" Vash has been gradually making her way into the living caverns. She is out of her robe and into some more normal clothing, which might have been donned in a hurry, going by the rumpled appearance. Dazed and confused, she stares at the crowds for a long time before slowly gravitating toward some of the more familiar faces. Food? Drink? Not good question at the moment. The lanky mint-condition weyrling is having too much trouble concentrating on not running into people. "Oh." Azaylia murmurs at Ali's answer, a breathless whoosh of realization. "There's no harm in... being careful." Not that she sounds terribly sure, what with people being asked to leave candidacy. "I... still. Hatchlings impressed." Rather than the alternative, which she won't even put to words. Onto the lighter topic of dancing, which doesn't enchant her as much as it does Ali, "Of course, K'zin." R'co's whisper is met with a blank look of curiosity, before the weyrwoman is laughing brightly, "Later. And you should mind your manners." An answer and warning all in one, however amused she sounds. "I'm not really hungry," says Bria but she smiles at Dal, glancing briefly between R'zi and Yamilet. The latter seems to make her more awkward than usual. "Gryth, yeah. There's not much to tell, I guess. He's... he's Gryth." It makes sense to *her* anyway. It's hard to put anything but that into words. "Are you sure they're okay?" N'muir eyes that second salute and it causes a bubble of amusement to rumble forth, his crooked smile for the unnecessary etiquette. "Once is really enough, Senior Weyrling," he assures Alida. "Are you always this polite?" Unfortunately, he is less so. But he tries. Aishani earns herself an eyebrow raise over the rim of N'muir's wine cup. "Why south?" Asked for curiosity's sake. As for the wine, he smirks as he watches E'ten head off. "Well, if we have to share, we really should've gotten him to get two wineskins. I think you underestimate how thirsty these things can make a person." And apparently how merry they make a person, for N'muir winks. Merrily. "Are you sure?" Dal gives Bria an appraising look. Apparently, he's now waking enough from the daze of Impression to be able to turn fatherly again. His plate is wafted in her direction, all filled with tempting delights. "I guess I can't explain Suraieth, either." Even saying her name makes him smile again. "It's just enough that she's there. And I'm sure they're okay." Ali's rueful smile is reason for Alida to flick a whiplash bit of a grin at the Fortian junior, another quick sip of her delicious champagne taken, savored. But when one of the Fortians speaks to one of the newly minted weyrlings in almost gushing fashion, the bluie can't help but splutter just a bit on her fizzy drink, and try to hide her couple of coughs behind one artful hand. 'Lida's green eyes, though... do they *ever* snicker. A whisper aside to K'zin presages more looking at yet more weyrlings entering, the bluie then flicking her active, assessing gaze back to Aishani and company, giving a nod to the goldrider's words of her and Waki being Hraedhyth's. Via their dragons, of course. Then Zay and Ali's words are shifting her attention again, giving the senior weyrling reason to nod a bit more thoughtfully at at the exchange. K'zin's pre-dance card offers earn him a glib, only-slightly saucy, "Who ever said I was a lady?" and a soft snert. Sip. Wait, N'muir's speaking to her again? Another smirk plays about her lips with his rejoinder, and the blonde can't help but firing back a darkly-humored, "Nope, sir. But our weyrlingmasters assured us we'd come back home ta' busted knuckles 'r the like if we fu...screwed up." Alida whispers to K'zin, "Look at those kids. Fightin' already. Remind ya' of anyone's class?" Yamilet pats the bench next to her, glancing over at the other weyrlings expectantly. "They are welcome to join us?" is meant as a statement but comes out as a question, her soft voice lilting at the end. Her concern is short-lived, her smile brimming brightly again at R'zi until that name strikes her rather by surprise. "R'zi? Oh. Well, that is funny. But whatever. It's your name given to you by your dragon." And that makes it special, says her happy sigh. "So, R'zi," Yamilet urges with exaggeration, "what is he like? What was his name? Tajireth?" Yes, that one she gets right. Wonder of wonders. Aishani can find something of a salute in return for Alida's, though it's not quite up to the Weyrlingmaster's standards, offhand and lazy. Imagine that. For N'muir's comment about the bluerider's politeness, she has to give something close to a laugh, closer to a snort, really. Terribly delicate. When Alida fills in the blanks, she tells the Weyrleader, with a gesture, "There you are. It's a process. As for south... I had a little project down there. Then was scouting out some good locations for a bit of scavenging. The winter is so long." And their tithes so short, but why mention all of that? Wrinkling her nose for that wink from N'muir, though dark eyes are bright, "You're going to encourage me into a hangover, and then I'll have to rat you out." To who though, that's the question. "Thank you. I- You mean Dal?" Ali looks rather... taken aback at R'co's words. She can't see the greenrider in question right now, but she's chewing her lower lip. "He's- he was one of the older ones. I'm glad he Impressed- he might be a steadying influence on the... the rest." She takes a polite (and deep, for her) gulp from the glass as R'co leans in towards Azaylia, trying not to look too awkwardly embarrassed, and rather failing at it. Azaylia's comment on- or lack there of- on the hatchling that didn't impress perhaps mercifully goes unnoticed by the Fortian junior, who has just about drained that glass, now. Finally, she murmurs, "I'm sure you- you understand, weyrwoman. I know you- haven't had an easy time of it at High Reaches either." Not that she's going to say exiles, or convicts, or anything like that in public. "Well, I *was.* But I'm not anymore. Really. I don't think I could eat anything." Bria glances at Dal's plate and the smile she gives him is more humoring than anything. It must really not look appetizing right now. The smile turns loads more genuine when he smiles, though. "That's such a pretty name. I was *sure* you'd impress a big handsome bronze. I didn't know you were..." You know. She doesn't want to say it out loud. "I don't think they... think I should have Impressed," R'zi admits, after a look over his shoulder towards his fellow weyrlings, although as he seats himself and sets the plate down, he's still kind of looking in their direction like he's hoping they might follow. "Yes, Tajireth." And when he says it it's full of... uncertainty and surprise and a dozen other emotions not quite quantified. "He's very... pushy." Which apparently isn't what the ex-baker expected. "I thought he'd be more..." he trails off, waving his hand unhelpfully vaguely, before he reaches for more food. "I'd be honored if you'd consent to take a turn on the floor with me, Weyrwoman Ali, if you've time later," K'zin manages once he's recovered from his little coughing fit, a smile directed to the goldrider, then he tilts his chin to look sidelong at his blueriding companion, "If Alida hasn't landed me in the infirmary before that." The grin he directs at the other weyrling is teasing. Obviously, there's an on-going exchange of banter between the two just carrying on. There's a little brow raise for R'co's whispering to Azaylia, but K'zin's gaze doesn't linger, his eyes shifting to the 'Reaches goldrider to smile warmly at her. "Wonderful," is his comment. He turns his head to mutter to Alida before glancing to the weyrlings, "I think I'll offer my congratulations to the new riders. And work on my dance card. If you'll all excuse me?" His smile is polite before he begins to thread himself through the crowd in the direction of one of the knots of new weyrlings. It's probably a good thing that N'dalis is not aware of the conversation Ali and R'co are having - it's bad enough having to respond to Bria's remark, his cheeks turning pink. "I'm not," he says, quickly. "At least... I don't think I am. I've never..." His gaze drops to his plate, and finally, he shakes his head. "I didn't think I'd Impress at all, but she's perfect, Bria. So I'm glad. You're not disappointed that he's not, you know, gold?" Vash's wandering eventually brings her to the knot of people including R'co, Azaylia and one of her own weyrwoman. It's that last who gets a dazed sort of nod of greeting. Salutes are not forthcoming at the moment. "Is there... uh. Is there something to drink? Cold?" she asks, hesitant or just the continuation of dazed. The less familiar faces get a puzzled stare, one after the other, followed by a vague, "Hello." "Yes ma'am," R'co winks at Azaylia for her reply, giving her a saucy, but not disobedient salute. "Your wish, my command, as ever." He's drinking from his glass when Ali addresses him, and it's quickly lowered, the boozy mix swallowed. "Dal? Is that his name? The tall one, dark hair? I've always been terrible for falling for his type." The brownrider smirks, raising a finger to his lips in a mock coy gesture. "He does remind me awfully of an ex of mine, though - only he wasn't quite as tall." R'co gives a gentle shrug of his shoulders, lips pursing softly as he looks down into his drink, which he swirls around his glass. Vash is a welcome distraction from whatever thoughts he was having, and he nods to her. "Just over there, darling, though if you wait long enough, I'm sure there'll be someone passing by who you can pilfer off? Oh - and congratulations, of course." There's no judgment, at least. Bria smiles at N'dalis and says, "I'm sure you'll figure it out soon! Maybe you should go dance with one of those cute boys over there. It could help you find out." Never mind that Bria hasn't put together the whole thing that she's a *girl* that just impressed a *brown* dragon and what that might mean about *her.* "Oh. Well. No, I'm not disappointed. I think it's probably because you and Razi-- R'zi, were distracting me. So I wasn't thinking loud enough at them. It's not Gryth's fault. He's perfect just like he is. I wish he'd wake up." Azaylia's curiosity is obvious but not unkind as she watches Ali, "Of course." She understands, or at least is willing to try. "We can only hope that things will get better. Or... that they don't need to, after all." She'll sip to that. Behind her glass, K'zin is given a bright smile as he also leaves the group only to be replaced by an unfamiliar face. "Hello." Vash is greeted, and only then recognized, "Oh! Congratulations. What was her name? Drink? Oh, are you allowed?" A glance towards Ali, despite already being half-turned towards the table to satisfy the new weyrling's request. But then, "There's juice, isn't there?" So that's what Vash gets-- cold juice. During the hunt for a weyrling-friendly drink, R'co receives a tolerant little smile that doesn't cover her genuine amusement. "I'd love to," Ali responds to K'zin with a light smile as the weyrling departs. That's when she catches sight of Vash, and her expression lights up. "Vashelle," she says, warming, twisting around to search for a glass, when she notices Azaylia's already on it, earning a thankful smile. "Ihvaiyth's settled in? Oh- do you know- this is weyrwoman Azaylia, and Alida, and..." well, she doesn't have an introduction for R'co, and sort of trails off as he speaks. "He's not- Dal's a father, and he's not- he's a weyrling." Not that that means anything, but, well, she's straightening her posture, looking kind of increasingly protective. Even if Isyath isn't maternal, her rider sure is. It's not that difficult to find a wineskin - those are in ample supply tonight in light of the new dragon pairings. So in that, E'ten's task is easy enough as he makes his way back to Aishani and N'muir. At least in what might be considered a brief visit - one of the glasses held in his possession yet. "I've come back as promised but that bronze of mine has managed to get an annoying itch and he's waited long enough..." Before bugging him. "I'll be back in enough time to get in on the dancing." N'dalis opens his mouth, obviously intending to say something - but he's interrupted. Just over Bria's shoulder, there's a middle aged couple approaching, with a small boy in hand. "I have to go," he says to Bria, abruptly. "I have to -" It wouldn't take much to see the family resemblance between them all, though it doesn't explain why Dal, who supposedly has a good relationship with his family, is suddenly so pale. "I'll see you back in the barracks, Bria." "R'co, Deveriteauxth's of High Reaches," the brownrider fills in for Ali, giving the weyrling a salute that's simply a touch of his fingers to his forehead. The Fortian weyrwoman's revelation makes him pout, though it's a light-hearted gesture. "Oh, really? I suppose the 'he's not' gives away more than the 'father' part, though what a terrible shame." He smiles reassuringly at her, dipping his head and dropping his gaze. "He's a weyrling, ma'am, and I understand completely. Though perhaps when he's graduated... stranger things have happened than a sudden change in, ah, preferences. Who knows what the future may hold?" N'muir looks a little too interested at the idea of busted knuckles, even so much as taking a step closer to Aishani. "And... this works as a method of discipline? The breaking of knuckles?" Certainly something worth thinking over a sip of wine. The winter more than the wine makes him grimace. He sighs heavily and stares into his cup. "You're resourceful," he encourages gently. "You'll make it through." But he won't linger long with heavy heart: "I'll just have to make sure you're in no condition to be able to rat me out," he returns. "Have you ever tried Blackout Brandy? I promise, the name is just a coincidence..." "Mind if i join ya?" Alida clips off to K'zin before she bobs her head politely to the pair of weyrwomen speaking together, then looking over to Aishani to do the same. Her ears caught the other's words of the bluerider and 'Shani's vocal expression of snark, so - of course - the weyrling just has to flash her a wicked grin to seal the deal. A sizing up look is offered to Vash, as well as a polite bit of a nod, though when R'co attends to the new weyrling's needs, she moves on with Waki. As the Reachian bronzer moves along, the bluie can't help but overhearing more blurts from the Fortian weyrlings, those cool and deep greens of hers picking them out from the crowd. "Do you know me?" Vash asks R'co, sounding and looking entirely puzzled. The consternation only grows when there is a second congratulations from Azaylia. She doesn't know these peop... "Oh. Oh. My apologies," the weyrling says quickly, dark eyes going wide again as she takes in the new names to attach to those faces now. "Weyrwoman. Riders." Oh thank Faranth, there's juice. A little numb and stunned, she manages to accept the glass of juice from Azaylia without spilling it. "Thank you, ma'am. And ma'am," the second one for Ali, "yes, she's... oh, she's perfect." Theme of the night. Let us hope she means Ihvaiyth. "Maybe with enough uv the weyrlings..." Alida notes to N'muir before she moves on, the bluie's soft smirk perhaps indicating that she'd not be in that particular group. If K'zin had noticed Vashelle's arrival before he'd gotten too lost in the crowd, perhaps he would have stayed. As is, his path brings him to Bria's side just as Dal is excusing himself. "I swear I bathed this morning." Which might explain the slight smell of firestone still clinging to him. This is offered to the new weyrling with an edge of humor. Maybe he didn't hear Alida, but he seems unaware of her pursuit. "Hi, and congratulations." He offers then to Bria, extending the hand not holding his beer. "K'zin, of 'Reaches." "Oh, sure. Of course! No problem. Good luck!" Bria smiles after N'dalis, glancing back over her shoulder at the people that seemed to cause the change. The little boy holds her attention for a few moments but then Bria is turning back, picking something off of Dal's plate to nibble at absently. She waits for him to go until she starts rising to her feet herself, no doubt ready to sneak back to the barracks herself. Except there's a K'zin and Bria blinks at him before accepting his hand. "Hello, K'zin." Taking the glass and wineskin both with an appreciative smile, Aishani gives E'ten a low nod of thanks. "Thank you for coming back even while so burdened by duty," she tells the bronzerider solemnly. "We'll try to save you some." Of the wineskin, or the wine in general, who knows. Grinning to N'muir as she fills her glass carefully, "Nothing really works as a method of discipline to the truly stubborn, apparently. But it does have a sort of 'get caught or get better' sense to it. No, I leave-- Well. The discipline is left to the Weyrlingmasters, though they never mind ideas. And we'll manage, certainly." It's not talk for a party, but raising her filled glass to the Weyrleader's is, even as she eyes him skeptically. "Coincidence," she echoes. "I wonder. Either way..." She tilts the glass his way before drinking, then after finding her in the crowd again, Ali's briefly, whether it's noticed or not. Immediately, Yamilet's delicate brows lift at R'zi. "Who thinks you shouldn't have Impressed?" Her hand touches her ample bosom, pride slighted. "Whoever they are, you don't believe them, do you?" She reaches for R'zi's shoulder. "If you ever need a friend, you know I'll support you one-hundred percent, right? No matter what." Oh, if she only knew. Alas, Yamilet's innocence gives her devotion an unshakable quality and she leans in, keen on giving R'zi another hug, despite the awkward position of being next to him. "I should go find my wingmates. Congratulations, R'zi," she says again, this time leaning in with the intention of delivering a kiss to his cheek before scampering off. The Fortian junior's improved posture catches Azaylia's attention, though R'co's reassurance is followed by a lightly scolding, "Graduation is a ways off... though there are riders here who aren't newly impressed." Redirection at its most obvious, surely. Vash's gushing inspires a grin, though she does a best to school the genuine expression into something more appropriate. Ali supplies the name, and she repeats, "Ihvaiyth. She sounds lovely." Surely what she'll say about all the hatchlings... and she'll mean it every time. Yes, R'zi looks kind of... confused and flattered and uncertain all at once at Yamilet's departure, which is pretty par for the course when it comes to the greenrider. "...see you," he gets out, somewhere at her back as she's leaving. It doesn't take long for him to stuff down food with the expertise of a teenager, before he's slinking away towards the barracks. Totally not to check that his dragon is actually still there. Really! The fact that Bria is rising isn't lost on the young bronzerider and K'zin's glance follows toward where Dal just left before coming back to the blonde. "Sorry, I--" His smile turns first sheepish and then uncertain, "I didn't mean to interrupt. I won't keep you. But, well met. I just wanted to offer my congratulations on your Impression. Your lifemate looked great on the Sands. He didn't get scratched up or anything from that tumble, did he?" She's like a moon of sorts, the shorter weyrling circulating in K'zin's orbit. Alida remains silent while the bronzer greets the new weyrling with a handshake and words, the bluerider giving Bria a small bob of head and a thorough going over with her measuring gaze. Yamilet's affection towards another of the new weyrlings earns the scene of such a faint roll of eyes from the pale-headed Reachian, but she keeps her own counsel for once, moving her gaze all about the cavern as much as possible before returning it to more present company. "Good." The protective momma bear is sated for now, yet Ali's gaze lingers on R'co a moment longer. Azaylia's support earns a thankful look, though she doesn't seem all that keen to stay on the subject. She, too, seems more than happy to listen to Vash speak of her dragon, expression warm and delighted. Subtly - for her anyway - she reaches for a fresh glass, then murmurs an apology, "I really should do the rounds- there's parents, and Lords and Ladies to get to. I'm glad you came," to both the High Reaches riders, with a smile. "Please, excuse me." And she's stepping away from the group, slowing as she notes Aishani's toast- pausing to do the same with a little more awkwardness, and a tiny smile, before she gets swept up by the parents of one of the new weyrlings, and their questions about what all the fuss was about those candidates, anyway. N'muir wrinkles his nose slightly at Weyrlingmasters mentioned and drowns his thoughts in another gulp of wine. Perhaps better than opening his mouth and uttering words. "It's really just a brand thing, really," he carries on of the Blackout Brandy, clearly feigning all that innocence. "You know, all the new Vintners these days are trying to get themselves known-" But conversation is cut short by a young girl in her pyjamas with fuzzy, disheveled hair and all the looks of Weyrwoman Hattie, who wanders through the crowd looking less-than-pleased up at all the merry-making weyrfolk while she clings to a stuffed feline. "Uh oh. I've been caught. You don't have a fail-proof way of making a little girl go to sleep, do you?" he asks Aishani, crouching down to scoop up his daughter as her scowl finds what it is searching for in the crowd. "I may have to ask that you excuse me while I try to convince Nimarie that this party is terrible enough that she ought to sleep through it. You promise you'll still drink yourself into a wicked hangover?" It's not Dal that Bria was going to follow after, at least, so it's not like she's in a huge hurry to scurry away. She does notice R'zi leaving as well and there's a brief frown, but her attention refocuses on K'zin and she *smiles*. "No, you're not interrupting. It's nice to meet you, too. Oh! Right. I'm Bria." The compliment about her new little lifemate makes her cheeks turn a little pink like he said something nice about her instead. "Thank you. He's very handsome, I think. And he's just fine. We're fine. I was just going to see if he was still... fine." Surely she'd know if he was awake but maybe she doesn't know that yet. "Only that you just Impressed," R'co replies to Vash with a crooked smile - he's amused by her puzzled look, for sure. "I saw you from the stands. Your lifemate - Ihvaiyth? Is that right? She's quite beautiful." Azaylia's scolding is received with a pout of his plush lips, and he tucks his blonde hair back behind his ear when it falls forward as he briefly hangs his head. "Plenty of graduated riders, ma'am, yes - though I was here with someone, weyrwoman." The rider he was up in the galleries with, and who clung to his side when he walked in. "I do think I may be leaving with someone else, though..." Because there's a certain blonde and busty someone over there who's caught his eye, and who definitely isn't off limits. Ali's farewell is returned with a warm smile and a half-bow, before he leans slightly towards Vash. "Would you happen to know who she," he points at the long-haired girl over by the desserts, "is?" Vash goes right back to staring at R'co. The expression on her face clearly spells out that she has no idea what to make of the visiting rider, so she turns to the others, perhaps for wisdom and clarification, only to note Ali's departure. A beat later, Azaylia's words sink in, and Vash is suddenly smiling again, giving a belated smile to the weyrwoman. "She does, doesn't she?" Context is everything. "She doesn't sound anything like what I thought she would, though. But that whole... thinking and talking at the same time, thing? Is that great, or what? Too bad we can't do that with humans. If we could, maybe I wouldn't get in trouble so much. Foot in mouth. Sort of." Then Vash abruptly shuts up, distracted by the juice in her hand. She was supposed to identify someone, wasn't she? Is the someone connected with the juice in her glass? If not, the weyrling fails. Aishani is all skepticism about this 'branding', maybe because 'blackout' doesn't really equal 'awesome' in most people's minds, so it's just as well that Nimarie saves her from the hard sell -- which also gives her a moment to flash Ali a small smile of her own, for all that it has some of the same awkwardness. Turning back to the Weyrleader and his daughter, "Nimarie! It'll be no fun at all, honestly. It's just going to be loud smelly people after a time." She swears. "And my foolproof method for making children sleep involves drinking as well, so... maybe leave the parenting to you and Hattie for now. Do say hello for me?" She holds up her glass to swear solemnly, "I promise. You may see me here in the morning before I run home." It wouldn't be the first time. "Have a good night, Weyrleader." "Oh, of course." Azaylia doesn't mind invading the familiar space of R'co in order to clear the way for Ali. "All part of a Hatching." She sounds all too pleased to have that experience, regaining her personal space once the Fortian weyrwoman is gone. She looks vaguely undecided only until she offers Vash another warm curl of her lips, "They're rarely what we expect..." She doesn't seem to mind the new weyrling's rambling, giving a soft laugh after Vash's attention is poured into her glass. "I wish you and Ihvaiyth the best." But, while she isn't a local Weyrwoman, Azaylia has her own socializing to do. "Maybe we'll be able to talk more tonight?" R'co is a guarantee, as she owes him a dance as well as K'zin, and perhaps several others. With a nod of her head, the goldrider disappears into the crowd. K'zin's smile is charming now and encouraged by the blush in Bria's cheeks. "As handsome a brown as ever cracked shell, to be sure." He adds, and though the compliment is exaggerated, it still has a genuine feel to it. Then his eyes catch sight of his tag-a-long 'moon'. A single brow arches as he turns his head slightly to look, "Bria, Alida, Alida, Bria." A hand waves between the two, gesturing to each in turn as he makes the mannerly introductions, then his eyes are back on the Fortian blonde, "If you'd like to do that, don't let us stop you. It wasn't even a turn ago when we were in your shoes. Though, if you'd like a bit of advice, as I'm sure Alida would agree," He gives her a challenging sort of look briefly, daring her to disagree, "Cherish these moments. That first sleep is the best you'll get for months. Unless you're one of the few very lucky ones whose lifemate sleeps well." His look says that he wasn't so lucky. Nimarie is not falling for anyone's shenanigans or tricks, and that grumpy look she gave to all the others in her travels from the nursery to here does not change for Aishani. N'muir even tries jostling the girl a little bit in his arms (carefully now, he has wine) but to no avail, there simply won't be any smiling from the child. N'muir looks back to Aishani. "If I get desperate, I may resort to that." Kidding, really. "Til' later then, Weyrwoman." And off he goes, totting a grumpy-faced miniature version of Hattie and her stuffed feline back into the deeper caverns. For a moment, Alida thought K'zin was going to hand her off to Bria, and her greens flick aside to start their glare at him. And then he's saying something else, and the blue weyrling recovers to a more neutral expression, her head bobbing a couple of times in complete agreement with her clutchsibling's words. From the bits of 'long-suffering-ness' that linger about her features, she too wasn't one of the lucky ones. Aishani's not above pouting back at Nimarie, but she only does it long enough to give the little girl a little wave as her father takes her off to bed. She watches after them for a moment, gaze softened -- before taking a long drink, and starting to wind her way through the crowds in the cavern, clearly hunting someone down as she disappears into them. Hopefully the weyrlings can fend for themselves -- wherever they're from. "Until then," R'co waves Azaylia off with a cheeky smile. That leaves him with the newly-Impressed greenrider, who either didn't hear his question earlier, or she chose not to answer - either way, he's not too shy to ask again. "Do you happen to know that girl over there?" He points again, to where the woman in question has moved off towards the drinks with a plate bearing sweet stuff in hand. "It might be terribly helpful for me to know her name before I approach her..." "Hello," Bria says to Alida when K'zin introduces her. She's still beaming about his compliments of Gryth. "It's wonderful to meet you." Her smile doesn't falter even if she notices the glare that doesn't quite happen. It does color he decision, though, glancing away from Alida and back to K'zin. "Thank you. I just... don't want to leave him alone, you know." She hesitates, blinking a look over at the other girl again before turning to excuse herself from the Reachian riders' company and slinky her way out of the cavern. "Go, go," K'zin encourages as the blonde explains a feeling most newly Impressed riders know. "If you're looking for a dance later, look me up." He offers to Bria in parting though with a grin before he lifts his beer to swallow down the rest. Then stepping to Alida's side, he's murmuring, "I've gotta hit the head." Before moving into the crowd again, discarding his empty mug with a passing caverns worker as he goes. "Enjoy..." Alida murmurs to the departing Bria, then turning her gaze to Waki again. "Have fun..." the bluie snerks to her buddy, then returning herself to the food and drink, where she'll spend some time on Fort's bill, before returning home in a few hours. Make merry while you can. Vash looks up from her juice, toward R'co. Then toward where he's pointing. She frowns. She drinks the rest of her juice, then she peers at R'co. "The big one? That's Josana. She's, uh..." Her dark gaze takes in R'co's own physique, then that other woman's. "You can't possib... oh. Oh. You mean Emmy. Muffins over muffins? Definitely Emmy. I'd go for that rather than Josana." She even waves toward the non-crafter Baker type, in case the girl's looking, then turns back to the brownrider. "I need to go. But thank you for the congratulations. It's..." Eyes go distant, then a stupid grin resurfaces. "Gotta go. Enjoy the party." And... the new greenling will just go. Because that's what Vash does. Once K'zin is clear of Alida's watchful eyes, and thoroughly lost in the crowd of merrymakers, it's not toward the lavatories that he heads, but rather to the bowl, snagging his jacket on the way, a brief glance checking for any followers. Suspicious. Slippery. Just weird. And all the ladies left lacking a planned dance partner. Guess that evens out all his good manners earlier in the evening with a good dose of rude with his unexplained departure. "Emmy." R'co nods, winking appreciatively at the weyrling. "Go on, doll, go enjoy her sleeping while you can." She's already going so that's spoken mostly to her back, but the brownrider waves her off anyway, before he makes his way over to introduce himself to the muffin-girl. |
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