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	The comment about queens and eggs earns a wrinkle of brow from Ali, like the islander's speaking a foreign language all of a sudden. "It doesn't seem strange at all," the dark-haired woman answers, slowly, glancing towards the Harper-bred E'ten for a moment, then back to the High Reaches goldrider. "It's tradition." If she's surprised by the stretching of Iolene's hand towards her, the other woman's words earn a stronger reaction: a flush of color and a stiffening of posture forms the Fortian's rigid response, momentary alarm careening across her expression, barely covered by the drop of her gaze. The fact that she says nothing at all to Iolene's gushing gratitude is telling enough, and she seems happy to focus on something, anything else, despite the unevenness of her voice, "Well met, Brieli. I'm Ali, and this is E'ten, and N'rov," she introduces in turn, before, to Iolene: "I remember, from High Reaches' last hatching." As to whether a question is okay? She doesn't respond, not immediately, that slight haziness of a rider conversing with their dragon perhaps excuse enough.		The comment about queens and eggs earns a wrinkle of brow from Ali, like the islander's speaking a foreign language all of a sudden. "It doesn't seem strange at all," the dark-haired woman answers, slowly, glancing towards the Harper-bred E'ten for a moment, then back to the High Reaches goldrider. "It's tradition." If she's surprised by the stretching of Iolene's hand towards her, the other woman's words earn a stronger reaction: a flush of color and a stiffening of posture forms the Fortian's rigid response, momentary alarm careening across her expression, barely covered by the drop of her gaze. The fact that she says nothing at all to Iolene's gushing gratitude is telling enough, and she seems happy to focus on something, anything else, despite the unevenness of her voice, "Well met, Brieli. I'm Ali, and this is E'ten, and N'rov," she introduces in turn, before, to Iolene: "I remember, from High Reaches' last hatching." As to whether a question is okay? She doesn't respond, not immediately, that slight haziness of a rider conversing with their dragon perhaps excuse enough.
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		+	Dragon> There's something restrained, in the touch of the familiar Fortian gold's mental tones. Her stars do not stream through the skies as she wishes, and the ground holds her, reluctantly. There's something faint, curious, an echo of panic trying to be withheld that is definitely not the queen's: << Ali is alarmed, at the comments your goldrider makes. She wonders if it is already public knowledge that Fort supports yours? That- >> a pause her, as if she has to clarify, since it doesn't make /sense/, << -your senior is not your senior? >> (Isyath to Cadejoth)
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		+	Dragon> To Isyath, Cadejoth is jolted out of his rest by these remarks, and takes a few moments to reply. << It... >> He breaks off. This is unfamiliar territory, and it shows in the way his mind clinks to a halt, so cautious and unsure. << No. No, it shouldn't be like that. >> His rider is off with some other dignitaries, too embroiled there to escape and rescue the situation, but - << I will see what I can do. >>

	"Tradition." It's a funny word, spoken in the way Iolene says it; a tone that both dismisses its current worth and cherishes what it's meant in one breath. As expressive as her eyes were once in entreating Brieli to come here, so too, is there expression in this manipulation of her low voice. But then, Io finds herself dismissed, the rigidity of Ali's response and the refocus on Brieli turning the flush of youth's delight into crestfallen embarrassment, and the chatty young woman goes nominally silent, her fingers turning that stem of that slender flute around and around in dizzying little circles. "Well met," is just about all she manages, the effervescent quality of her voice diminished.		"Tradition." It's a funny word, spoken in the way Iolene says it; a tone that both dismisses its current worth and cherishes what it's meant in one breath. As expressive as her eyes were once in entreating Brieli to come here, so too, is there expression in this manipulation of her low voice. But then, Io finds herself dismissed, the rigidity of Ali's response and the refocus on Brieli turning the flush of youth's delight into crestfallen embarrassment, and the chatty young woman goes nominally silent, her fingers turning that stem of that slender flute around and around in dizzying little circles. "Well met," is just about all she manages, the effervescent quality of her voice diminished.

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 | log = And just like that - it's all over. K'del steps away from Cadejoth's side, glancing up at Iolene for a moment, before he straightens, and turns back towards the candidates. Cadejoth's low rumble is almost sad - sad, but also happy, a mix that can't easily be explained. "Know you're disappointed," he begins, gaze sliding from Brieli to Arysanne, to each candidate in turn. "But we really appreciate that you took the time to Stand with us. Maybe your lifemate will be shelled in a future clutch. In any case, you are more than welcome to stay. We'd be delighted to have you. Now - there's a feast awaiting. Please do join us for that, and decide what you want to do after a good night's rest." It's clearly not a duty he especially enjoys, this time.
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 Stayed a moment, Iolene listens, but the look she gives Ali is nothing warm nor welcoming. It's downright wary and distant, protective of herself. "You need to learn how to be a nicer person," are the simple words she says before walking out.

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 There's a greatful smile for the harper-come-weyrling's offer of a glass of wine. "I-" Ali lifts a hand, as Iolene makes noises to depart. "A quick word, please-" she glances at the Fortians, then Brieli, somewhat apologetically, stepping after the High Reaches goldrider, leaning in to murmur to her once they've taken enough steps away. There's still a flush of color and an awkwardness to her step that suggests all is not well, though she's trying hard to hide it.
-You sense Ali's words are breathless, full of barely-contained panic: "Please don't tell, you don't understand! I don't want to be kicked out of Fort, it's my /home/." There's something desperate and needful in the Fortian junior's voice, a wearied strain.
+Iolene senses Ali's words are breathless, full of barely-contained panic: "Please don't tell, you don't understand! I don't want to be kicked out of Fort, it's my /home/." There's something desperate and needful in the Fortian junior's voice, a wearied strain.
 Stayed a moment, Iolene listens, but the look she gives Ali is nothing warm nor welcoming. It's downright wary and distant, protective of herself. "You need to learn how to be a nicer person," are the simple words she says before walking out.