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Author Topic: Event Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event  (Read 1650 times)

Offline Halirina

Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« on: December 14, 2018, 11:57:14 AM »

With how much was going on in the Weyr, and the addition of a Black Weyrsecond, it was almost nice that this particular clutching was just normal. Halirina might not like Vanelwynne, but at least the woman and her Gold had the good sense to be traditional. To fall in line with what was expected.

Faranth knew what would happen if B’ron actually lost to a Black dragon. She suspected the ban on dueling wouldn’t top the ensuing rampage. The man wouldn’t go into retirement any quieter than Halirina likely would. Especially if the way the Weyr seemed to be heading was... well, a bit chaotic. The Weyrwoman wouldn’t say that the new colors were an ill omen, but she could say they were problematic and not have Kalestath argue that particular point.

No matter how well they might be doing or that they were displacing the Bronze dragons in the upper ranks, it was causing unrest. Not everyone liked change. Least of all those who had relied so heavily on the hierarchy and tradition of the Weyr, the stability provided, to survive the Pass.

So, it was with a bit of relief, that Halirina received the news of Oriath’s clutch being laid. She could only guess what manner of dragon would hatch out of Imyth’s clutch, but this one... This clutch would be a welcomed dose of normalcy on the island. Even if it meant meeting up with Vanelwynne and B’ron. Halirina didn’t say it, but she was quietly looking forward to seeing the pair. The Weyr was starting to feel... different. Off. Almost out of control and there wasn’t much she could do about it but adapt and deal with things as it all fell on them.

Kalestath didn’t offer any sort of consolation. The Queen didn’t see anything wrong with the Weyr changing to accommodate the additional dragons, or the new life they had at the island. Granted, she couldn’t really remember the past so she didn’t have any attachment to it. All she remembered, she did through Halirina. There was nothing personal in it for Kalestath. She was responsible for all the dragons in the weyr, no matter their color. Whatever happened, they’d deal with it. It wasn’t something she said to Halirina though, because her Rider already knew that and they weren’t the sort of pair to share platitudes.

Arriving at the Hatching Sands with Oriath looming over her clutch of fresh eggs always gave Halirina a sense of heavy nostalgia. The Hatching Sands were just that sort of place. New riders born as their dragons broke into existence. Now a happier time than the somber occasion back in the Pass. Not that the Golds were any less ominous, threatening, or broody. A clutch was a clutch no matter the time it was laid.

“Fifteen eggs,” Vanelwynne said by way of greeting, saving Halirina the time to count. A beautiful pile of glistening, freshly laid eggs near the Gold. It’d have been difficult to get an accurate count anyway.

Halirina dipped her head in a nod of greeting. “A lovely clutch.” No one need said that it was half of Kalestath’s. The Senior Weyrwoman was still trying to figure out why her Gold was still throwing clutch sizes like they were in the middle of a Pass. The others had gotten the idea...

Unless the threat to the island was hardly over. No surprise there, Halirina supposed.

It doesn’t matter the clutch size, only that they are all healthy, the Queen remarked amicably before, specifically to Oriath and her mate, she said, A beautiful clutch. Paying her respects in kind. Now that her own were hatched and away from her, she was a more level headed dragon.

Now that Halirina had arrived and the eggs were slowly hardening, others could show to pay their respects and take a glimpse at the future of the Weyr.

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Didn't we just have Hatching? :para: Nevertheless, Pern stops for no one. Here's a brand new batch of eggs. As always, there's an OOC thread where you can check in should you like. :love:
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Offline W'sar

Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #1 on: December 14, 2018, 09:51:50 PM »
W’sar felt his age when he had to ask B’lye who was out, and who was supposed to be at the Weyr when the news of Oriath’s clutching was passed around the dragons. Like a gossip chain, he always thought of it. While W’sar did try to keep track of who was out and who was at the Weyr, he couldn’t rightly remember everyone and where they were at. Mostly because his memory just wasn’t that good.

That’s the entire reason he had a Wingsecond, after all.

“I guess that means we should go and take a peek at the eggs, hm?” he said, standing up and glancing over at the mess of parchment and wax tablets he’d made in the Wingsecond’s room. He might’ve felt bad if it wasn’t something so commonplace. It was how work got done, after all. Schedules, assignments, gear, the state of Pern and the other Weyrs, Holds, and Halls... all of it was there. It was both daunting and humbling.

“Should I leave the rounding up to you or...” W’sar teased a little before waving a hand and turning to make his way out of the room. B’lye would get those in the Weyr down to the Sands, to pay their respects and to be a part of an event in the Weyr. It was important, or at least the Brown Rider thought so. There was so much they missed... Not this, though. Since he’d be one of the first to arrive, and congratulate the Weyrsecond and the Junior Queen, he’d also get to see who of his Wing checked in like they should.

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Just rambling about B'lye. 8D @RaynePOTM Because he's lovely.

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Offline J'dan

Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #2 on: December 14, 2018, 10:34:14 PM »
Riders didn’t have to go look at the new clutch on the sands. Didn’t have to translated into a lot of things, depending on which wing a Rider was in and whether or not they cared about what others thought of them. While J’dan didn’t particularly care about what others outside of his Wing might think, it was rather important to him that other Jungle Wing Riders think, at least well, of him.

Tradition dictated that Riders should go and congratulate the Queen Rider and look at the eggs, so he would do just that. J’dan wouldn’t say he didn’t care, because that wasn’t it. He just didn’t feel a way, either way. There was some hope that the clutch would be healthy, but since it was B’ron’s and Vanelwynne’s, he wasn’t really worried. There wasn’t a reason to be. If anything, he didn’t feel a way about the clutch because it should be a normal clutch. There wasn’t a reason to kick up a fuss or be worried.

This was a normal pairing. No mutations to be expected, no abnormal sizing. While no one was going to run about the Weyr accusing Kalestath of laying too many eggs, J’dan certainly didn’t understand the disparity.

It probably had something to do with the Black Dragon that kept catching her. That was his assumption. Neisoth was throwing everything off. Had been doing that since he’d taken the position of Weyrleader.

He arrived as some of his other Wingmates did – in a small cluster of Jungle Wing Riders who all dipped a short bow to both Oriath and Vanelwynne, as well as acknowledging B’ron. The man certainly deserved recognition – if not for the clutch, but because he’d been the one to really lead them all through the Pass. No one would say that Halirina hadn’t done her part, but when it came to flying Thread and issuing orders, B’ron had been the first one a lot of the Riders had either heard from or came into contact with. Halirina had been about keeping the Weyr in order – B’ron had kept the dragonriders in the air.

With respects paid, J’dan stood out of the way with some of his Wingmates and eyed the glistening eggs. Hard to imagine, not all that long ago, his own dragon was so terribly small.


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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #3 on: December 16, 2018, 05:12:36 PM »
The slap of soft soled boots on stone echoed down the stone corridors at a moderately fast rate, growing louder by the second, as they approached the Hatching Sands. The footsteps were fueled by excitement and joy of a new clutch being laid. Hope fueled the laughter that drowned out the footsteps as three figures appeared in the entrance to the stands of the Hatching Sands. Calladren slid to a stop and grinned widely at the fifteen eggs that were hardening on the Sands below. The other two candidates, both boys that were close in age to him spun around to make sure he was alright. Calladren waved them off, his eyes glued on the eggs. He counted them again, making sure that there were fifteen there.

Perhaps one of you is my weyrmate. He thought with hope. While he loved Octave, his little blue fire-lizard, nothing would compare to having a dragon as a partner for the rest of his life.

Only after counting the eggs for a third time, did Calladren look towards the rest of the people gathered. There was a group of Jungle riders nearby and the Junior Weyrleader pair who was responsible for this clutch. Calladren turned towards Oriath and gave her a deep bow. "This is a marvelous clutch, my Queen," he complimented, not certain if she would hear him. He turned and made his way to the Junior Weyrwoman and the Weyrsecond. He bowed once more, "Congratulations, Weyrwoman, Weyrsecond." He grinned boyishly, unaware of a small stain from a bubbly pie on his cheek. He respectfully took a few steps back and loitered nearby, just in case he was needed. He could not take his eyes off of the eggs below.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #4 on: December 17, 2018, 03:52:03 AM »
J'ken gives his regards to Vanelwynne, B'ron and their partners as is expected with a bow of respect and heartfelt congratulations. Without Queens there would be no eggs. He nods at W'sar in greeting (yes, he is missing the peace and quiet he had in Mountain wing) and finds a vantage point to watch the (for him at least), slightly more interesting arrivals. Eggs are all well and good, but without candidates there'll be no successful hatching.

He's not sure how many of the candidates know him, there's a chance now that they will after seeing him with Kallestaths clutch, and while he might not have any authority over them now... well, he'll remember anything he sees now and fifteen of them will soon be his.

To be fair he's impressed by how polite the ones that have arrived so far have been, O'sir's arduous work no doubt, and he smiles at the lad with a smear of what looks to be bubbly pie across one cheek as he fairly bounces in place.

“Excited kid?” He asks when the boy steps back, closer to the bit of wall he's claimed as his own.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #5 on: December 21, 2018, 02:34:39 AM »
The last few months for B'ron had not exactly put him in a good mood. After the introduction of another black into the Weyrleadership, this one just as inexperienced than the last, he had been spending his spare time in a state of blackened fury. Only Vanelwynne really suffered the repercussions of his mood, but it wasn't like Wynne had ever known B'ron when he was in a good mood.

As for the rest of the Weyr, they likely noticed little difference in him. Above all else, he knew how to control himself in front of the Weyr. Duty demanded it.

Leremith for his part however, was perfectly content. Oriath's clutch was healthy. His dragon memory remembered little about the details of clutch sizes, but his instinct informed him that the size was perfectly proportionate for the time. And so how could he not be content. The compliment from Kalestath, despite being conferred between the dragonpairs every hatching, nonetheless also made the father quite chuffed.

Halirina, W'sar and J'ken all received a nod of acknowledgement, and a few of the Jungle Wingriders who arrived together B'ron made eye contact with as he acknowledged their attendance. Despite S'bok's supervision on the Wing, in all they made him rather proud.

Leremith's cheerful mood was leaking into B'ron, and so the Weyrsecond's expression loosened marginally. If only relaxing his face just slightly enough as to not scare the pants off every one of the well-wishers. He did however narrow his eyes slightly at the stain on the candidate boy's cheek. But such minute details were below him to point out. The embarrassment of realising later on would hopefully make the boy not arrive in such a state in the future.
     
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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #6 on: January 14, 2019, 09:53:59 PM »
Oriath has finished. The gold dragon's voice held no affection or even warmth at the prospect, almost dismissive of the other gold's achievement in the way the name wrapped around Nalata's mind. Still, the slightest hint of propriety offered an underlying request in the statement. Though they were still weyrlings in name, Minath and Nalata had a certain reputation that needed to be upheld, and particularly at such a late hour, there was no valid reason not to pay their respects to the older queen. Though it was a respect born of obligation rather than any affection towards Oriath, none in the weyr would be able to accuse the youngest gold and her rider of inappropriate behaviour.
 
"That's awfully convenient of them." Nalata mused as she finished rubbing oil into a particularly dry spot just behind Minath's forearm, using the rag to wipe off the excess oil from her hands before folding it and placing it back in the spot from which she had retrieved it. "Will you be coming as well?" she added with the faintest curve of her mouth. Minath was bristly enough with the other golds that even the thought was enough to have her rumbling with discontent, though she was more than aware of her place in the weyr and not as stupid as she may have once been to actually let one of the other golds know.

Nalata simply chuckled in response, giving the gold another firm pat before busying herself with making sure her attire was appropriate for a public appearance. There was little doubt in her mind that much of the weyrleadership would be present, as well as innterested weyrfolk, and this close to graduating she wasn't about to be an embarassment. Not only would she be representing Minath, but the future weyrleadership. Satisfied with her appearance she made her way to the sands at a brisk pace, careful not to appear rushed, but not wanting to be accused of dawdling. A quick assessment of who had already gathered implied that she had not been too delayed in her own arrival so as to be seen as rude and her posture relaxed ever so slightly at the achievement.  A clutch to be proud of. Minath offered respectfully, the warm croon to her tone a stark contrast to how she had announced Oriath’s success to Nalata.

Oriath’s bulk shielded most of the eggs, but it was clear from the murmuring as she sought to stand somewhere out of the way while still being actively present should any of the attending weyrfolk wish for her attention that it was a perfectly proportionate amount considering they were in the midst of an interval. The records indicated that Oriath always laid smaller clutches than the senior gold, but these past few turns they have been smaller again, a fact that reassured Nalata far more than Kalestath’s own larger sized clutches did, the lore behind clutch sizes enough to  counteract the excitement of a hatching whenever the larger clutches had been laid.

Spoiler for OOC:
I’m never going to get this post right so forgive the crappy. It took me two weeks to be somewhat OK with what I’ve got so far and I’m gonna post it before my nerve dies again.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #7 on: January 16, 2019, 06:42:11 PM »
There were plenty of reasons to go and pay his respects once Oriath had finished laying her clutch, but also plenty of reasons to just stay in his weyr and enjoy the solitude that it provided. While it may have been expected of weyrfolk and riders alike to offer a congratulations, the stigma  that accompanied the colour of his bonded's hide always made such traditions tedious... And with Oriath and Leremith offering the only "normal" clutch this turn, M'lan didn't even need to be present to know there would be more than a handful of people who wouldn't look too kindly on a black rider reminding them of the mutations in their midst.

T'veck had really fucked them over by stealing that spotlight. Like there weren't enough rumours about Imyth's clutch without adding a black sire to the mix. The fact that Corvath had been just as intent on catching the pale queen didn't really play into his feelings on the matter either.

At least S'bok and Neisoth's continued wins had meant their classes included bronze rider ettiquette... which unfortunately meant M'lan was swaying more towards going to the sands than not. The fact Corvath's mental touch oozed a determined confidence, and an unmistakable sense of deserving the same respect that traditionalists seemed inclined to offer only to those with bronze partners certainly helped bolster his riders own sense of worth.

If he wanted to prove that they were worthy of the same respect... than M'lan had to make an effort to show them why... Even if that meant dealing with the inevitable crowd of people that would be gathered there.

We'll watch the stars after. Corvath crooned as encouragement, though the ever present edge would have made the offer seem malicious should anyone else hear it. M'lan had gotten used to the underlying danger to his dragon's tone, however, and conceded to the not-request mentally before making his way to the sands.

He tensed as he found himself behind a pack of jungle riders, jaw clenched as he waited for the under-the-breath remarks that accompanied such a gathering. Nothing was said to set his temper off, and while he found he couldn't relax, expecting instead for every single motion to be scrutinised by the judging bastards, managed the appropriate greetings to the clutch parents and their riders, as well as the leadership already gathered before setting off int he opposite direction.

His gaze did linger on Nalata as he moved a little closer to her, the familiarity of his classmate, however highly ranked rather tempting before thinking better of it. With two out of three queens already claimed by black dragons, he didn't want anyone to think he was trying to gain Nalata's favor in the hopes of giving Corvath an unfair advantage when Minath finally had her maiden flight. So while he did acknowledge her, he found a spot far enough away that no-one could fault him and waited for an appropriate moment to slip away again, the scowl on his face discouragement enough for anyone thinking he might be trying to invite conversation.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #8 on: January 22, 2019, 08:12:06 PM »
With the leisurely pace of a bloke with nothin’ to concern him at such an hour, Wa’by had entered the hatching sand and offered his respects to the queen and her bonded, a soft phrase or two that was about as easy to understand as words written in mud offered to each, with Vicith clarifying with the dry sarcasm that was his default tone, even with the reverence held within when addressing his superiors.

“How’sitgoan, Chief?” the bluerider asked as he caught sight of W’sar, aware enough that the general weyr population was present and just managing not to clap his old wingleader on the back and pull him ino a hug. He’d noted some of his weyrlings filtering on in and it wouldn’t do to encourage such familiarity in a formal setting. He’d manage to track him down later in any case. “Just imagine. Give it a few flicks and some of these little ankle-biters’ll be old enough and ugly enough to replace those bloody dickheads who keep waggin’ from your wing. You’d think Ol’ faithful’d be able to keep us in line but he’s about as useful as tits on a bull with that, don’tcha reckon?” Apart from the overly animated facial features, it’d be hard for anyone not involved in the conversation to discern just what Wa’by was saying to the Mountain Wingleader, and even then they’d have to be used to Wa’by’s particular ramblings.

“Fuck me dead if Jazza ain’t doin’ a top bloody job though. Makes it look like a piece o’ piss.” He added as he scanned the gathered weyrfolk once more, offering a friendly grin to those he knew before his eyes fell on the ever so slightly relaxed features of the junior weyrleader of the hour.

“I gotta go give B’ronny a proper hello, but pop on in and say g’day won’t ya? Grog’n I have managed a doozy of a brew. Just gotta see if it’s worth a piss-up.” As a no longer practicing brewer, Wa’by’s creations lacked a certain level of finesse… and while the invitation to catch up might be appealing, the prospect for sharing a drink not yet approved by the qualified brewers was certain to be a dealbreaker. B’lye might be more inclined to subject himself to that torment.

Waiting for only so long as required before W’sar finished with him, Wa’by waltzed on over to Vanelwynne’s weyrmate with a grin. “Mate! You gotta be right chuffed at those little rippers! Lerry and Ozza’ve done us a good one, right?!” He crowed, the hand held out in formal greeting belying the familiarity in his tone. Clutches were to be celebrated just as much as successful hatchings, and with his mannerism’s at least in line with proper rider etiquette, his tone could at least be interpreted as just an over-enthusiasm for another successful night in the weyr.

Not always wise to poke a tunnelsnake… Vicith cautioned privately, though Wa’by’s amusement laced his own tone as well.

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@SanctifiedSavage for W’sar, @RaynePOTM for brief mention of B’lye and @Inki for death

With all things, Changes can be made if I've made too many assumptions... PArticularly with W'sar, Savage ^^; I kinda ran away with it.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #9 on: January 22, 2019, 08:27:06 PM »
There seems to be some kind of chaos going on at the sands. Go see so I can see. "Say please and maybe I will." The little green dragonet huffed at her and waited a few moments. She was being stubborn and regal like, which seemed to be growing from her more and more as of late. Please Zarenna. I am curious but there are too many people and too many people means chaos. Zarenna chuckled as she closed her notebook and she leaned over to the little green and kissed her head. "Just for you my dear." Zarenna made sure that she looked somewhat presentable, though she could feel the look of disdain coming from Atissyth. Zarenna ignored the look though and she left the room, heading in the direction of the hatching sands.

Perhaps Oriath just clutched. She did fly some time ago. Either way, too many people will be there. I am content to look through you. Zarenna was starting to feel like the green would be this way for the hatching of the eggs too if there were any. She noticed that Atissyth was right though, there were quite a few people showing up to the sands at the moment, and the only real reason would be that Gold Oriath had laid some eggs. She was curious to know how many were in the clutch, though she was also pretty sure that she wanted to be no where near them. She didn't need her green getting jealous or anything.

Once she reached the sands, she saw the gold body of Oriath and she bowed before her. "Greetings Oriath, this looks like a fine clutch you have. I am happy for you." As am I Oriath Zarenna knew that she had bespoke so that the Gold could hear her, so she didn't feel the need to repeat what the green had just stated. As she rose, she took a good look at the eggs that were on the sands. She counted the eggs, and there were fifteen. That was still a good sized clutch, though it was only half of the one that her own Atissyth had hatched from. But she figured that neither the rider nor the dragon needed a reminder of that little fact.

Instead of lingering on the sands for too long, she moved over to the stands. There, she would still be able to get a good look, but she could also see who came to greet the new clutchmother.
« Last Edit: January 22, 2019, 08:28:45 PM by Zarenna »

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #10 on: January 23, 2019, 02:11:32 AM »
It was always interesting, or perhaps dryly entertaining to Halirina, being able to watch these ‘meet and greets’ when she was not the Weyrwoman holding the event. Having Vanelwynne and B’ron subject to the attention, the compliments, the questions and the lot of it. Oriath and her edgy broodiness over eggs she both wanted people to fawn over, but not get too close to. It was always a double edged blade, a Gold’s freshly laid clutch. A testament to a Rider’s relationship with their dragon that the giant Queens didn’t stomp around the Weyr afterwards and chase out all the other Golds, let alone all the other Dragons.

I’d feel better if you’d let me, she added, though there was a thread of humor there.

//I bet,// Halirina responded dryly. She knew her Queen wanted nothing more than to have the Weyr to herself when she had eggs hardening on the Sands. Halirina supposed Oriath must feel the same.

So she tried to remain off to the side and not draw too much attention to herself. This was Vanelwynne’s day, after all. If anything, Halirina just felt like a stuffy babysitter. Making sure everything went well.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #11 on: January 23, 2019, 02:21:18 AM »
Even if W’sar didn’t really have a lot to do at such events, he just liked being present. Seeing the eggs, the activity of the Weyr. A flit on the cave wall, so to speak. Being a part of the comings and goings on and fulfilling his duty as Wingleader, even if he didn’t always understand what all that really was nowadays. He should just retire a Harper and call it a day.

That just seemed too cruel to B’lye, though. He couldn’t very well leave his friend to catalogue Pern on his own.

As he was standing off to the side, idly admiring the eggs, Wa’by came up to him. Caught him off guard. As the Blue Rider usually did. Since he didn’t interact with the man every day, it took W’sar a moment to process just what it was Wa’by was saying. The Weyrlingmaster Assistant had unique way of looking at the world and translating it to words. How anyone ever got lessons out through the man, W’sar wouldn’t ever guess. If anything, he was more impressed with the Weyrlings taught by the man. It took a lot of listening skills to pick up what he was really talking about.

W’sar was fairly certain that Wa’by had asked him a question, he just wasn’t sure how to answer it. So, rather than give an answer to something he wasn’t sure, what it was, he just quirked a brow and said, “It’s always a pleasure getting to see you, Wa’by.” Which was the truth of it.

He did get the bit about the invitation to visit and sample whatever concoction Wa’by had dreamt up, which did make the Mountain Wingleader smile through his thick beard. “Of course. I’ll let you know when my next free days are.” Since he followed a different schedule than the others, he’d be able to pass along such a thing to the Blue Rider. He waved off Wa’by when he wanted to go see B’ron, though. W’sar wasn’t about to go bother the Bronzer.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #12 on: January 23, 2019, 04:58:17 AM »
It only occasionally bothered him that many of the riders ignored his presence, but Calladren did his best to keep quiet about it. He was, afterall, the son of two riders and a Candidate himself. He should get some attention from some riders, and not always negative. He tried to be a good kid, but sometimes, trouble just seemed to find him. That's why, when J'ken spoke to him, Calladren jumped slightly. He did not think that this was a time that any of the dragonriders would notice a Candidate that had come to drool over the clutch in the Sands.

Calladren looked over the blue rider. "Yessir, I'm excited." He grinned from ear to ear. "As much as I've enjoyed being a Candidate and learning about dragons and riding, I really hope my partner is in one of those shells out there."

He scratched his cheek nervously and his fingers found the dried stain from a bubbly pie on his skin. Sheepishly, he quickly wiped it away. Of course, I'd make a fool out of myself in front of all these people.... But bubbly pies are so good. I couldn't help myself.

He barely looked in the direction of the all the leaders gathered nearby, but spoke of them. "Do all the important people from Weyr gather every single time a clutch is laid?" He typically snuck into the Sand to stare at the eggs, but never close enough to see other people.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #13 on: January 24, 2019, 03:25:01 AM »
Whooops, he hadn't meant to startle the candidate and he muttered a quick “sorry,” as he jumped. J'ken listened attentively, smiling but managing to keep the laughter he wanted to let loose inside. He did vaguely remember being in the boys spot, nervous and excited, a strange mix of emotions.

He smiled at the question, glancing round himself, noticing who had already turned up. “It's very impolite to not pay your respects unless you have duties to take care of. Every dragon hatched does so from one of our Queens, we are acknowledging the fact that they have protected and nurtured the clutch. It's a traditional way of thanking a Queen and their rider for your own dragon.”

Of course some riders just turned up because it was expected, they slunk in, got it over with and left as soon as they could. Some came for the alcohol and didn't need any other reason. Some came to socialise. Some always tried to have duties that would let them get away with not attending.

All of those rankled with J'ken, it wasn't right that they simply took their dragons for granted. It wasn't his place to insist on anything though, but he wasn't above influencing the younger generations and hoping they would choose to be respectful.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #14 on: January 24, 2019, 09:46:14 AM »
Redrenth stirred in his weyr. The large, bronze oaf opened a single, multifaceted eyes, which slowly turned a shade of green, and looked over to where V'len sat on a chair, rocking his child to sleep. Oriath's has clutched and the Weyr has been called to pay their respects. V'len nodded to his bonded and looked about for his mate. Seeing that she was not at home, V'len sighed and gently swaddled the babe in warm furs. He sat the child down on his bed, while he dressed for flight, and smirked as he heard Redrenth deeply cooing at the baby.

Once ready, the trip made their way to the Hatching Sands. Redrenth deposited the father and son at the grandstands and made his way to a higher ledge to watch the proceedings. V'len and the bundled baby made their way to the Weyrleaders and paid their respects. "A wonderful clutch, as always." He forwent a bow and nodded his head instead, on account for the sleeping child. "It will not be long until this little guy takes the Sands as a hopeful." He grinned as he gently bounced the baby.
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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #15 on: January 24, 2019, 01:49:12 PM »
Well, this was it. Last clutch he'd be attending this year to pay his respects. It is still difficult to imagine that next time there are eggs laid he'll be standing in the place B'ron is. He keeps a smile on his face as he approaches and bows, as neutral as he can, no need to remind the bronze rider of that fact.

“Vanelwynne, B'ron, my respects to you and your dragons.” He said, almost stumbling over their names, still getting used to being in a position to call them by name instead of by their rank. He stepped back once done, letting another rider take his place as he looked around to find an out of the way space.

He nodded at M'lan as he wove his way around the edge of the bowl and settled into a corner as he tried to count the eggs. Not too many, fourteen maybe, it was hard to tell if Oriath was blocking any from view. Not many at all compared to Kalestath's last clutch which was still at the size they'd expect in a pass.

He's thought about this a lot, given everything that's happened and he has a feeling he's more nervous for Imyth's clutching than she and Eimerra are. Will they produce a clutch like Oriath's or like Kalestath's? Is it something about black's that produces a threadfall amount of eggs? No doubt there'll be some people not pleased either way.

Would it be a problem if it is large? There's something in his dragons tone, a sense of heat and anger, that he would even think that he could sire a clutch that's not good enough.

No, never a problem. He thinks in return, I'm just impatient, I don't like waiting to find out, especially something like this.

Her clutch will be perfect no matter what size it is. Baleth says with the usual smug pride T'veck is starting to associate with any mention of Imyth.
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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #16 on: January 24, 2019, 08:57:58 PM »
Calladren mouthed a "wow" as J'ken explained why all of the weyrleaders were present and why so many riders came to pay their respects. He always assumed that only a few people close to the successful pair visited and then the candidates who sneaked into the grounds to peer at the eggs. He pulled his eyes off of the eggs, somehow and looked about the cavern with a more attentive gaze. He spotted people who he knew were from the Mountain Wing, a rare sighting indeed, several weyrfolk milling about, and many more riders who were gathered at different tiers of the grandstands drinking and eating food.

He suddenly had the urge to pay better respects to the Junior Weyrleader pair. He smiled at J'ken, "If you'd excuse me...." He gave a slight bow and approached the leaders of the Weyr. With each step, he could feel his nerves rising. He was not certain if he had been this close to any of the Weyrleaders before, much less the Weyrwomen. He bowed deeply to Vanelwynne and B'ron, before turning to bow to the Queen on the sands. "This is a fine clutch, Sir, Ma'am. I hope that my future bonded waits for me out there." He could feel the pressure of his anxiety being held in his chest and could not seem to relax his shoulders.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #17 on: January 25, 2019, 05:37:07 PM »
Here we go, first clutching as a candidate, or, well, at all.

Grix felt a little unsure of himself as he readied himself for the sands. This was a formal event, more to congratulate the junior weyrwoman and her suitor, he knew that much. It was a weird feeling to call these dragonmen his new niche, people he was to look up to and one day work alongside when every turn prior to this he’d never given them much mind. Dragons existed in his world, but they’d never been a part of it. They could fly and fight thread, but it was no more remarkable to him than a skycourser plucking a wherry from the jungle, or a firelizard demolishing an infestation of tunnel worms. That’s just who they were and what they did, but now he supposed it was something he could do, and would become with any luck.

He had tethered his mane of curls up with a bit of leather and put on clean, white clothes that hinted toward candidate status as much as the knot on his shoulder did. He smoothed his scraggly beard with some dragon oil and for good measure gave himself a slap on the cheek. He decided if he gave it too much more thought he’d just skip the event altogether, so he forced himself out of his rooms and toward the great cavern that housed the brooding Queens.

Grix eased into the room with a crowd of other folk. Some, candidates like him, made a point to approach Vanelwynne and B’ron immediately. He figured he ought to do that, too, but it was looking crowded just now, and he didn’t think anyone would miss him if he just… waited. That B’ron was a seasoned and intimidating man had no affect on his reasoning at all, no sir.

He weaseled his way through the growing crowd, keeping his head ducked, his hands tucked in his pockets. He regretted tying his hair back now- his face felt exposed. Closer to the sands, now, the crowd seemed to turn in his favor. There were candidates here, of all sorts really, but their fascination with the eggs meant that he could act the same without feeling so self-conscious.

Gheinvrixic wasn’t sure what he had expected. At Kalestath’s last hatching, the eggs had felt like menacing things, and he hadn’t even properly Stood amongst them. These looked soft, pliable and vulnerable but they also felt… terribly important. Maybe that just happened when a Gold dragon loomed over something. He tutted a little to himself, but still looked on. The heat coming off of the sands beckoned to him, and for a moment he missed the beach. Just for a moment. This was his future now, these were his people, and those eggs might even contain his dragon. The thought was absurd, and Grix gave a little nervous chuckle. No, he best not get ahead of himself so quickly. He still had much to learn.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #18 on: January 26, 2019, 12:55:57 AM »
B'ron narrowed his eyes at Wa'by's greeting. He hated the man's casual vernacular, but couldn't deny that he'd been successful enough in her pursuits so far. With the Weyrling supervision falling under Vanelwynne's purview, conversations had been had as to the efficiency of the staffing arrangement. From all reports, Wa'by was a fine Assistant. Even if he did keep the Weyrlings on their toes.

With the occasion being so... formal. He chose not to react any more negatively to Wa'by. The rest of the greeting had been decent enough he supposed. Taking the blue rider's hand he completed the formality. "Leremith and Oriath have indeed produced a fine clutch." Perhaps there was a slight emphasis on the correct pronunciation of the dragon's names that slipped through.

Never the less, B'ron was not going to subject himself to deciphering the man's rambles longer than possible and once the shake was completed, he fixed his eyes over Wa'by's shoulder to the next person in line to congratulate the clutch parents.

A new Weyrling addressed Oriath directly, mostly ignoring Vanelwynne and himself. Not rude persay, still well within the unspoken rules of engagement. She was followed by a bronzer holding a young infant. As long as it kept quiet, B'ron wouldn't object. He had never been one for children, but allowed Wynne to address the child should she wish to. The bronzer was given a nod in return for his, and a smile at his hopes of future impression for his son. Only those that knew B'ron well would know that the smile was completely false.

He was glad when T'veck, who followed V'len, moved on quickly after giving his congratulations. B'ron had no interest in talking to the boy.

The next well-wisher surprised him, sure that he had already seen the candidate approach him. He supposed he could ask why the boy had returned, but in all honesty, he didn't care. "A noble hope. Your bonded will find you when the time is right." That sounded nice enough, right?

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #19 on: January 27, 2019, 10:00:53 AM »
J'dan supposed that the thrice cursed Black Riders couldn't be banned from the Hatching Sands. Not when one of them were the Weyrleader and the other, somehow, was the Weyr Second. Everything seemed to be falling down around them, like a new Thread Fall, and everyone seemed just fine with it.

Not J'dan and his handful of friends, mind, but they were smart enough not to say anything on the Hatching Sands. The last thing any of the Jungle Riders wanted to do was upset the brooding Queen or any of the Weyrwomen present. They didn't care about the feelings of the Black Riders. It was just all about propriety and being respectful Bronzers - which they all were. The hierarchy still meant something to J'dan and he wouldn't do anything to rain on Vanelwynne or B'ron's clutching. He was a Jungle Bronzer, and he'd hold himself as such.

What J'dan and his little group of Jungle Rider's did do, however, was move to join Nalata once they'd paid their appropriate respects. It was mostly to introduce themselves to a future Weyrwoman, but also to edge out the Black Rider that had moved a little too close for comfort. No need to let them taint another Gold Rider.

J'dan flashed Nalata a polite smile. "I don't think we've ever been, really, properly introduced." At that, he offered her his hand. "J'dan. Jungle Wing." Nothing wrong with getting to know her now, was there?

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #20 on: February 01, 2019, 12:16:40 AM »
Nalata's gut twisted as she watched everyone wander onto the sands, offering their respects before moving aside. Some of them just watched the goings on like she was, others gathered in small groups, catching up or commenting on the freshly laid clutch. Many of their clutchmates had reached sexual maturity, and they were closer now to Minath rising than when she'd first hatched... It was a very real possibility that she could be standing in Vanelwynnne's place before the next turn was over, and be expected to respond in kind.

Sure her lessons were all to prepare her for that inevitable day, but that didn't make the waiting any less nerve-wracking. All eyes would be on her, much the same way all eyes were on the weyrleadership present. For a brief moment, her eyes flickered to where Halirina stood, certain that she was observing the goings on with as much scrutiny as she would everything else. Another pair of eyes she could look forward to have looming over her shoulder when it was her turn... Though so long as she wasn't stupid

We will do fine. Pay attention now, it is not the time to be lost in your head. Minath cautioned, reassurance and the slight scolding all in the same breath. She did have a point though, and Nalata pushed aside further concerns to pay better attention to those nearby. M'lan had entered the sands and shifted to the side as she had, and for a moment, she was certain he'd come stand with her... so it was disappointing when he instead stopped and turned his head away, closer perhaps than others would have ventured but no less cold towards her.

Would it have killed him to say hello? Their lessons may have become a little more varied considering her duties as a future weyrwoman but they were still classmates. Perhaps A'lori could shed some light on it when they caught up next.

Any further musings were interrupted as her line of sight to the black rider was blocked by some riders she had seen enter the sands a short while ago. It was never easy to forget that she had a role in the weyr proper, though were she ever inclined, moments like this would quickly remind her of where she stood. She offered a polite greeting in return to each Jungle rider who introduced themselves, reaching out her own hand to grasp J'dan's firmly as he introduced himself.

"J'dan? No, I don't think we have been. It's always nice to put names to faces." She responded with her own polite smile, though there was certainly a warmth to it, J'dan's pleasant features and easy introduction setting her somewhat at ease. Had she been less occupied with making sure she behaved as per her proper place, she may have noticed the ulterior motive for the introductions, but as it was she was rather pleased to have been approached, especially at such an event where she had expected to simply fade into the background and observe.

"I'm Nalata," she offered in kind, trying not to wince at the idiocy of the introduction. The chances of someone not knowing her name were slim to none, but the response itself was automatic.  "As part of Jungle Wing you must have the most fascinating tales to tell?" she added almost too quickly to try and save some face, the questioning note belying her nervousness. She should be used to this by now, but it still wasn't a natural thing for her. Ask her a question about her lessons or her duties and she'd answer well enough, but she'd much rather have continued watching and listening to the conversations around her than inviting one of her own. At least J'dan seemed pleasant enough.

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There you go @SanctifiedSavage I'll work on M'lan's response a little later. He is very much not happy. Which means I'm fricken delighted xD

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #21 on: February 03, 2019, 08:15:33 PM »
It was difficult not to notice the fleeting irritation that crossed the faces of the Jungle ridersas they made their way towards him, his hands clenched into fists as he waited for what he assumed was going to be an argument as to whether he belonged on the sands, paying his respects to the clutching queen or not. It wasn't exactly an ideal situation to begin with, but he wouldn't roll over and show his belly if they decided to try and bully him off the sands.

When they instead veered towards Nalata, paying him as much attention as they would a crawler beneath their feet, M'lan couldn't quite help the pang of anger that stabbed at his heart. Their intention was clear as they fanned out around the young goldrider, a wall of jungle riders to stop him encroaching any closer on Nalata's space. Even having expected some sort of animosity, it was a difficult thing to witness, and with the pleasant tone that the other weyrling was speaking with them M'lan was certain there was no chance she'd decided he was worth defending. Why enrage the greater weyr by sticking up for the mutant riders? She didn't have to tolerate them any more than Oriath and Vanelwynne did.

He wanted to be angry, to go tell them to back off and let him enjoy weyrlife without being judged for every second of it, but there was a bitter resignation in the fact that he wasn't ever going to get away from such a reputation, no matter how well he and Corvath behaved. He could not risk drawing attention to himself anyway, not with so many of the weyrleadership present. Storming off would be equally risky... he'd only just arrived after all, and if he were completely honest with himself he didn't want the Jungle riders to know they'd gotten under his skin.

Who are they?! Corvath snarled, his voice bristling with the insult delivered to his rider even if M'lan was in the process of trying to reign in his response to the perceived slight. The last few months had been riddled with the black's almost overwhelming anger towards others, needing to do more than sunbake and conduct drills on a day to day basis, particularly after losing a queen flight to his own clutchbrother. His desire to be treated as he deserved to be treated made mountains of the smallest issues, and with situations such as this one arising, not even dragon memory was serving to mollify his urges.

/The usual. I’ll leave soon./ M’lan tried to keep the annoyance from his tone as he spoke to Corvath, trying to keep the black calm. If he decided to confront the Jungle Riders himself, he’d end up reinforcing the reputation that followed most of the blacks around like a bad smell, and there was little doubt the intent to do just that, never mind the consequences was present in the black’s tone.

Despite his efforts, and a promise to do a quick flight before lights out, Corvath could not quite satisfy himself by simply sitting in the weyrbowl. Disinclined to temper his rage more than M’lan had already managed, Corvath slunk his way forward with little regard for any other dragon that might be between him and the hatching grounds, eyes whirling a fast red orange and appearing very much the monstrous beast the Black Dragons were reputed to be. He did no harm, though he did hiss at a green that didn’t move out of his way quickly enough before he was hunching down as close to the hatching grounds as he dared. There were gold dragons present, and while he was inclined to buck against their authority, he was not so blinded by his anger to realise doing so would be idiotic, particularly where eggs were involved. His rider was unharmed, and he would be able to meet him as soon as M’lan felt he was able to leave the grounds, without encroaching on the gold’s space.

While Corvath may very well have been an impressive and somewhat foreboding sight to those with little experience with the Black Dragons of the weyr, but despite having reached adulthood, his inexperience worked to counteract a more fearsome appearance. There was no doubt he would unnerve some, but he was really only so bad in his present state as an angry, sullen teenager, making a lot of fuss when it would be far more effective, and economical to reserve his energy for whatever fight he wished to have. All bark, and no bite as the old adage went, which given his almost giddy enjoyment of tearing apart prey was as much a testament to M’lan’s efforts in keeping the dark storm of hostility reigned in as it was Corvath’s age.

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I hope that works for you guys. Kinda want Corvath to be hunched near the hatching sands, a respectful distance away but pissy, and portray a… almost childish anger as opposed to something more dangerous. But not sure how well it’s translated. Just sing out if I’ve fucked up.

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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #22 on: March 27, 2019, 08:54:12 PM »
The warmth of the sands always started off appalling; for a man who prided himself in modest comfort, B’lye had grown a tid soft in his years of hometending. Such a strange concept, of course, for a dragonrider. Protectors, leaders, pillars of the community, and yet B’lye was essentially an overbusy stay at home mum with a bunch of highly adventurous children. He’d faked a groan when W’sar had sauntered off after making a mess of all his neatly organised files, but he was already standing to take a look at the board for who was in the weyr and who wasn’t. Out of all his almost-children in Mountain, W’sar he missed the most while he was away.

Plus, there was hardly a reason to keep any files if they weren’t for W’sar to paw through when the bigger decisions had to be made.

Given the scarcity of resources in the Weyr, B’lye could hardly keep a paper or even wax trail of who was in or not. There were proper records of what missions people were assigned to, but those were a lot more painful to rifle through to find the answers, so when his desk had been moved in, B’lye had someone carve in the names of Mountain riders, with a peg next to each. The system was simple, if there was something hanging on the peg, the rider was at home, if not, he’d have to search the records for where they were. There were a few crossed out names, but thankfully far less than the other wings, though each name still hurt to look upon. B’lye tended to remember who was where, but he wasn’t about to let W’sar down by having an off day, and he refused to forget the ones who didn’t come home, who wouldn’t have anything hanging on their peg again. He did briefly consider crossing out J’ken and Wa’by as a joke, but instead the two Assistant Weyrling Masters just had a permanent ‘at home’ hanging on their pegs.

After sending out the call to the few who were in, B’lye blew Uereth a kiss and headed towards the hatching sands on his crutches. Sending people nods or winks along the way where he thought it was necessary, and pretending he wasn’t going to be sweating through his leathers for the next however long. Still, B’lye knew his duty, so he grinned and bore it with his usual grace, but by Faranth the heat was oppressive, especially with bodies crowding in all at once.

He briefly waited for those before him to greet the Jr Weyrwoman and Weyrsecond. A bow and simple “congratulations to you both, another fine clutch,” would be enough, given they would already have so many greeting them. And B’lye quickly exited the scene to give someone else some room. He had always respected both of the two patrons of this clutch, so he’d be more than happy to continue discussions later, but no doubt there would be many coming to take a sneak peak at the only ‘normal’ clutch of the turn. At least they wouldn't have to deal with the pithy rumours about someone grooming candidates to kill off non-mutant colours this time, B'lye thought hopefully.

He was waylaid momentarily by another rider, and just missed Wa’by speaking to W’sar. Not that it mattered so much, he knew he would catch up with the Bluerider sooner or later, So instead B’lye headed back to W’sar’s side. The Greenrider was, of course, one of the people that came to socialise, as J’ken had thought, but he had to take the time with Mountain Riders when he could. So he waited patiently for which of their flock would show. Grinning at W’sar, he added. “Has our dear old friend Wa’by roped you in to spending one of your days off entertaining him with daring stories while he slowly poisons you with his attempt to practice his old craft, yet? I should warn you, Grog has been flying a little crooked for days.”

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@SanctifiedSavage for W'sar and @Inki for B'ron and @Vanelwynne for talking and @Jarakrisafis for J'ken and @Kyya for Wa'by
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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #23 on: April 20, 2019, 10:24:00 AM »
A normal clutch will do us well. Essie wore her flying leathers, cleaned and oiled, to congratulate Vanelwynne and B'ron. She had not missed one clutching since the move to Fort Island, not even after Neisoth and Maelboroth had claimed Kalestath and Imyth, and she was not about to start now. Among the group of Jungle riders who arrived together, Essie clasped hands with her weyrmate as the group bowed together to Oriath, Vanelwynne, and B'ron. "A wonderful clutch," the greenrider praised. She smiled sweetly at the Jr. Weyrwoman and the man who, in her silent opinion, ought to be Weyrleader.

My congratulations as well, Oriath. Leremith.

Respects given, she tucked herself under her weyrmate's arm and winked at J'dan before the arrival of a young man made her smile. "I hope I was more...dignified in my excitement as a candidate."

"You weren't," D'kin assured her, folding his arms across his chest. Her blueriding brother snickered at the boy, shaking his head. "What a mess. You see his face?"

"Be kind, D'kin," Essie chastised, amused. "Someday that might be your nephew." Her expression soured visibly when two of the blackriders arrived. One of them the new...Weyrsecond. She shuddered to even think of that title for the man, T'veck. The other one, a weyrling, she did not know his name nor care to. The hands on her upper arms rubbed soothingly, and she leaned into her weyrmate, frown still plain on her face. D'kin muttered something under his breath, standing taller, and J'dan was moving away with some of the others. What is... Oh...

To say that Essie wasn't proud of her Bronzer friend and those who'd gone with him would be a flat out lie. She chuckled deep in her throat. Let them keep that weyrling away from her. Minath should be caught by a bronze. By one of ours.

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This is open! I just wanted to throw her in to comment on the Jungle Squad heroically protecting their pure baby queen!  :happy:
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Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« Reply #24 on: May 14, 2019, 04:39:01 PM »
He’d gotten his fill of the eggs fairly quick. They were lovely and all, but they were just eggs. No movement and he wasn’t allowed any closer, and this crowd about him seemed too enraptured for him to strike up polite conversation. He turned and shuffled his way through, keeping a look out for more interesting enterprises.

It was easy enough to find something.

Though he wasn’t well rehearsed with names and ranks, he knew that the dark-haired girl was the youngest of the queen riders and the tension between the group around her made it easy enough to divide the political lines. Internal power struggles were always entertaining.

Not one to get directly involved, however, Gheinvrixic did a little further scouting. He wasn’t alone in watching the events unfold, and so he headed toward a small group that seemed quite invested in the goings-on. They looked older than him and their gear and knots signified some kind of dragon-y rank, something he’d have to figure out eventually. For now, though, he figured a quick wave would do the trick as far as formalities went.

“Heyo,” he said, shuffling up alongside Eldessen and her crew. He pointed his thumb over toward the general direction of Nalata and co, “Wanna give me the run-down on why there’s so many sour faces about that situation?” His smile suggested he’d be easy to let down if they didn’t want to gossip, but it also betrayed how eager he was for some good ol’ human interaction. Being the new kid was tough.

“I’m new about these dragon-parts, if you couldn’t tell,” he tapped his candidate’s knot, “but I figure it’s a good idea to figure out what’s what before I find myself in trouble, savvy?”

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