This Calls For A Toast? [HATCHING FEAST] Feb 2, 2018 17:41:10 GMT -5
Post by Rhush on Feb 2, 2018 17:41:10 GMT -5
Srunae :: Gold Danovelith
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Srunae debated with herself as she paused before the entranceway to the feast. Should she at least try to speak with A’zael tonight? She didn’t like being upset with him, particularly after she found out that Orana had passed away – she felt infinitely guilty about the whole ordeal with that small detail. Though Srunae herself hadn’t been terribly close to the woman, Azora had been, and A’zael… the goldrider was aware the man was at least friends with her in more recent times; beyond that? Srunae really couldn’t say. It had all been a complicated mess, learning about Azora and Orana; A’zael had been completely lost the day he first met his daughter, and she doubted hearing that the woman was deathly ill helped him much. It certainly didn’t help her any; she worried more and more about Azora as the days went on, as she heard fewer and fewer good things about Orana’s health… She had told A’zael she’d be there to help him with Azora, and now the girl’s mother was dead, and she was selfishly avoiding the man over a… a fling. A particularly irritating fling - Faranth she did not like Nalyra – but a fling nonetheless. It wasn’t like she didn’t know A’zael… interacted with other women… but, frankly, she had always hoped maybe he hadn’t since they had become… whatever they were. Or, at the very least, she’d thought she’d never have to interact with someone she knew he’d slept with – let alone one as infuriating as Nalyra. Like an I-don’t-ask-and-you-don’t-tell sort of thing… she could’ve handled that, could’ve even continued to joke about it. But sharditall, did it have to be Nalyra? The woman had rubbed her the wrong way from the first moment they had met, and had continued to rub her the wrong way since. At least her brother seemed to have a better handle on the idea of tact…Zen
Srunae nearly jumped as aforementioned brother appeared at her side, engrossed as she was in her thoughts. She blinked a few times and took in his outfit with visible surprise, left speechless for a couple of moments while the man easily slipped into a flirty observation. "Ah-- I don’t know what you’re talking about," A feigned innocence danced across her face and she smiled slightly, doing her best to ignore the faint blush that crept onto her cheeks as she took his offered arm. Leave it to Treyjen to put the tense goldweyrling at ease as much as embarrass the shards out of her. "I just happen to clean up well - and so do you! I wasn’t aware you had something other than boots and long jackets in your wardrobe." She grinned mischievously up at the taller man and chuckled as he led her into the feast proper, casting a quick glance around at the tables of food and drink before responding to his comment with a soft chuckle.
"Well… hatchings are never dull, per se – the hatching I impressed Danoliveth, a male candidate nearly choked out a female candidate on the sands – but they don’t typically result in the weyrfolk taking sides over the results of an impression." A vague frown crossed her face as she recalled Aleni’s distress and the removal of the offending blueweyrling. At least the events of the feast so far seemed to be a bit more composed, if a touch tense… Srunae wasn’t terribly surprised by it though; the attendees of the feast had undoubtedly seen the hatching, and that on its own was enough to make the atmosphere less than jovial. Lucky for Srunae her companion was generally unfazed; the only flickers of feeling she caught off of him were comfortable, confident, even amused. The goldweyrling was actually quite glad Treyjen was so composed – his relaxation slowly bled into her gift and encouraged her stay calm herself, even in the face of… well… Srunae sighed.
The woman had wanted to avoid looking for A’zael, to go without seeing his less-than-pleased expression as he realized she was there with Treyjen, but… it was a fair guess that a number of the ranking peoples of the weyr would be sitting near A’zael, even if the high table had been forgone tonight. Sure enough, F’mol, a bronzeriding wingsecond, sat—or, had been sitting—or was now leaving A’zael’s side. She blinked in surprise as the man nearly fled the feast, looking up at Treyjen as he left. "Ah, well," She gestured after the man, "I guess I can’t introduce you to F’mol personally; he’s another bronzerider - a wingsecond, right now. You might deal with him at some point if his bronze, Zenoth, catches Zalmaranth. I’ve been told he’s a nice guy." She wasn’t terribly familiar with F’mol aside from secondhand information, but his hasty exit did make agree he was probably a nice guy; he left instead of verbally battling with A’zael, it looked like. The Weyrleader didn’t hardly look like he was in a good mood, and judging by his body language as he addressed Karredy—whom had been effectively MIA from events such as this for a while now—he wasn’t being very cordial either. Srunae’s face fell as she watched him for a moment, before another ranking rider caught her attention, and she led Treyjen over to him. "B’rax! Do you have a moment?" She hailed, her voice warmer than she was expecting it to be.
The older bronzerider paused and smiled wanly as Srunae approached, allowing them a cordial hello. "I'm not sure if you've met before, but this is Captain Treyjen of the Storm's Eye--" She gestured to the man at her side, then looked back up at Treyjen, "Treyjen, this is Bronzerider B'rax, Wingleader of the Breeze Wing." With that out of the way, she turned back to B'rax. "Today was Treyjen's first hatching - I offered to escort him to his first Feast." She smiled brightly, leaving her explanation open-ended so B'rax could take what he wanted away from it. If nothing else, she felt like B'rax would be able to help Treyjen fit in; the bronzer had proven to be a fairly understanding individual in the few times she had interacted with him prior.