Post by Zen on Oct 24, 2012 13:31:10 GMT -5
A'zael
Talaria
Zenelle, K'zen
Z'kar
Killos
OOC: Please remember that Weyrlings are not allowed to consume alcohol at the feast. You may of course have them breaking this rule, but they may be punished if they are caught. Everyone else is welcome to go nuts XD
The high table would be a tad bit crowded. A’zael surveyed the set up in the dining cavern as he thought about that. Others were just beginning to trickle in for the start of the Hatching Feast. He and Karredy would be seated there, along with the Council, he’d insisted even when they hadn’t made him feel obligated to do so. They said they would have been fine sitting with everyone else, but A’zael wanted them there. They could at least sit at the high table for all the help they’d been giving him. They deserved a position of honor just as much as he and Karredy did (probably more so than himself). He ran his hand through his hair and shook such thoughts from his mind. It wouldn’t do to dwell on his insecurities about his leadership.
He made his way to his seat at the high table and settled down into it. No, no dwelling on anything except the newly Impressed weyrlings. Two new Golds for Mavros, two Bronzes… everyone knew Mirran sent them plenty of Blues and Greens, but they were stingy with Browns and had yet to send them even one Bronze. He didn’t even WANT any Golds from them. Honestly he wasn’t sure he wanted any Bronzes either. They were too entitled in Mirran. Fath was the only Mirranese Bronze Mavros needed. But those thought might be a little petty… Mavros could use all the dragonriders it could get, maddeningly entitled attitude or not. It was surprise enough the other Weyrs had sent Talera and Aerroth to them. Apparently all the other Weyrs Goldriders were being petty, or why wouldn’t they accept another Gold? Why would they send such a valuable dragon to Mavros rather than anywhere else? Were the other Weyrs so well off they would refuse another Gold among their ranks?
His fingers tapped on the table before him as he thought about it. It was maddening, really. Maddening that the other Weyrs were doing so well when Mavros was cut off and struggling. Why was he thinking about all these negative things suddenly? He sighed and poured himself a glass of wine. He should be taking advantage of the opportunity to loosen up and have fun, instead he was making himself angry over things he could do nothing about. He took a drink as Mavros’s few Harper residents took up a song, happy and upbeat. More people were filing into the dining cavern for the Feast. He spotted S’fin and waved. Disturbed by the motion, Frisk popped his fuzzy brown head out from within His’ shirt and looked around.
Talaria
Talaria made her way into the dining cavern, unsure how much participating in the festivities she would actually be doing. She would eat, sure. This would be one occasion the cooks would break out their best supplies and she wasn’t about to pass it up. One could only eat so much fish before getting sick of it. Tonight, she was sure there would a selection of fish, but there would be much more than that and she didn’t intend to eat any fish whatsoever. She walked in shortly after the music started, and all but ignored it in favor of taking a seat and trying to decide what she would eat. She kept an eye out for Kenessia and R’zon… and A’dion.
The man had said he wanted to speak with her, but as of yet she didn’t know when that would be, nor what exactly it would be about. Tanith seemed amused at this and Talaria pushed her forcefully out of her mind. She looks up to the high table to see A’zael already there… drinking wine. He didn’t seem particularly happy, but a moment later he smiled and waved at someone. What on Pern did he have to be unhappy about? He was the sharding Weyrleader because of his idiot Bronze who was too stupid to even know when he was still too young to chase. Talaria poured her own wine and leaned against the table, brooding over her own inability to ever lead the Weyr.
Zenelle, K'zen
Zenelle had probably been about as surprised as Kyzen to find that he’d Impressed. Kyzen… he was K’zen now, he’d told her on the sands. She wasn’t ready for him to be a rider already! He was only twelve turns, not even old enough for candidacy! Well, he would be thirteen soon enough but still. He’d Impressed such a gorgeous Blue as well. She wasn’t sure what to think. She was proud, yes, he’d Impressed so young, and from the stands, but he was just too young to be a rider! When his dragon was fully grown… how old would he be? … Fourteen? And Blues started chasing earlier than that… oh what if his Blue chased when he was still so young? But he was a strong boy… perhaps he’d be able to keep his dragon grounded until he was older… and more ready for such things. At least that’s what Zenelle told herself as she waited for her son.
K’zen left Pavalenth sleeping deeply and found his mother waiting outside the barracks. The ride down from the hatching cavern had certainly been amusing. Some of the hatchlings hadn’t appreciated being carried in the larger dragons’ claws. Some Minercrafters had been working on creating a tunnel down and out from the hatching cavern but they were only about half way done at this point. It was a long way down, a lot of stone to be moved, or so he imagined. K’zen was quite fine with the current way of getting the hatchlings down. It was funny. His mother fussed with his hair before he swatted her hand away, “I’m a rider now mother… stop that.”
Zenelle sighed, “You’re a weyrling. You won’t be a full rider for over another turn. I’ll fuss all I want until then.” He gave her a mutinous look that made her laugh, “Come on, the feast is waiting for its most important guests.” She smoothed his hair one more time before he pulled away and started walking. Shaking her head she followed him.
“You didn’t see Zalmaranth fussing over her NEWLY HATCHED babies, why do you have to fuss over me when I’m so much older?” He didn’t really give her a chance to respond before he continued, however, on a much brighter note, “Pavalenth is great isn’t he?”
Zenelle was happy to move on to a more pleasant subject, “Yes, he is. Verdath already likes him. She’s proud of you for Impressing such a fine Blue. She says Blue suits you much better than any big fat old Brown or Bronze.” He laughed at that, and she smiled.
Z'kar
Z'kar had spent most of his time since arriving at the barracks, after tending to Laverauth’s needs and seeing him fast asleep, sketching the glorious wonder that was his dragon. He would be sure to make a full on painting, the best he’d ever done, of him eventually. But he remembered the few candidate lessons he’d been able to attend since being Searched. Caring for a baby dragon was very time consuming. It would be unlikely he would have the time to paint until Laverauth was older. So he settled for sketching for now and poured all the emotions he had been feeling about Impressing this beautiful Blue into his work. His hands were black from the charcoal when he finally set it aside, realizing the others were leaving to attend the Hatching Feast.
There wasn’t much more he could do with the charcoal anyway. He refused to color and shade the image of his dragon in black and white. It would not do his wondrous hide any justice. He needed color. So he settled for an outline of his sleeping beauty. He stood, looking down at his hands, and went to wash them off. How horrifying would it be to attend a feast with coal black hands? After a thorough inspection to make sure not a smudge remained, he dressed in his finest clothing and with a final fond glance at Laverauth set off for the dining cavern. He left Isa, his Green Gemglider, where she was, curled up with Laverauth.
Killos
Killos was one of the first ones to enter the dining cavern after the staff had allowed people in. Food lined the tables, quite a variety, and a huge variety for those used to Mavros’s usual menu. He looked around, spotting his brother heading to the high table. He thought about maybe talking to him but he seemed lost in his own thoughts at the moment and Killos didn’t really want to disturb him. Had he known the negativity of these thoughts he might have thought differently. Instead he found himself a good seat and surveyed the food, wondering where to start, and if anyone might care to join him.
OOC: Please remember that Weyrlings are not allowed to consume alcohol at the feast. You may of course have them breaking this rule, but they may be punished if they are caught. Everyone else is welcome to go nuts XD