Title: Hatching Banquet
Ichigo - September 3, 2009 10:29 PM (GMT)
Plates and bowls, spoons and forks, knives and prongs, every sort of dish you could imagine was being hurried from one place to another. Some had food in them, some didn't. Those with mounds of food were being placed carefully on the long row of tables in the eating area. There was Wherry-meat, Fish, Cow, Lamb, certain types of tunnel-snakes, Wher-Sports, and other edible meat situated on the ends of the tables. Closer to the center were piles of fruits and veggies, as well as shellfish and other sea-food that didn't belong to the "fish" family. In the center of it all was the biggest bubbly pie anyone had ever laid eyes on. It steamed and bubbled even as it sat there, looking so appetizing with all the smaller pies around it. There was even cake and cobbler, ice-cream (a rare delicacy at this time), and a hot and steaming pitcher of klah in the middle as well as ice-cold bowls of fruit-juice or "punch". Set to the side of the tables were large platters covered in finely diced meat for the hatchlings, drizzled in a special sauce made just for them.
Then, finally, it was ready, and the call for the banquet was sent out loud and clear! "Weyr-folk and Dragonriders to the Kitchens! It's time for the feast!" A couple of flitters popped in, interested in the big hu-la-balu. The few that belonged to the cooks sent out a broad-cast to the Weyr of steaming hot food lining the tables. A few tried to attack the fish and meat but were quickly shooed away and they were left with only the tantalizing smell of the sweet fish meat that had been cooked to a perfect browning point. The smell had by now filled the entire Weyr, and there were sure to be many hungry mouths waiting to be fed!
It was just about noon as well and the Weyr had been told about the banquet, and that it was to be held at noon, so things were right on schedule! Hikari, as usual, was the first to be, well, anywhere, and she had already taken her position at the head of the tables. Mertaith was perched out a small ledge just outside the kitchens, waiting to see who came and if she'd have to wake any of her children. Though why they would be sleeping at this time of day was unknown to her. She had already begun to forgot the carnage of Bellephoroth's hatching, yet the blood-stained sand still lingered in her mind. She quickly shook it off though, not wanting it to taint the day. It was a happy occasion, every single one of her children had made it! They were very much needed additions, especially with the menace of Thread. It worried her, and she felt like it would fall soon.
What was she doing? Allowing thoughts like that to run rampant in her mind? She couldn't appear worried to her children or the other dragons, there was no reason to be worried this day. Thread wasn't to fall for another couple days, or so Hikari said. So Mertaith decided to allow herself to simply enjoy the day. Yes, this was going to be a very good day.
Hikari, on the other hand, had a meeting or two to "look forward" to.
Sivoriana - September 3, 2009 11:18 PM (GMT)
QUINTIN & CHELEIGHGAMENTH
Quintin moved around the kitchens, helping with the last minute preparations, a wide smile on his face. He remembered this from his own Impression three years ago and was amused to find that it was just as exhilirating.
It's not that exciting, Cheleighgamenth scoffed, hovering outside the entrance, sticking his head in. After all, can anything really compare to Impressing me?
No, I guess not, but it's still pretty exciting. A whole new group of dragons...you won't have to work so hard during Threadfall.
Chel sniffed and shook his head violently. Don't celebrate yet, Quintin. They're still too little. He then turned to Mertaith, sitting outside the kitchens with him. Still, congratulations are in order. You must be so very proud, Gold-green Mertaith.
(Syris & Daniel coming later)
Katasha - September 5, 2009 02:01 AM (GMT)
Knalen had taken some time to brush his hair then carefully put on his favorite blue bandana. He did not care what people thought of him. He knew he was going to need to talk to Hikari and Hykru. He had been told that they were going to have a meeting. He sighed at the thought of getting up early in the morning to teach. He was looking forward to all the food that had been prepared. He had followed his nose and was at the place where the feast would take place. His mouth was watering by the time he saw all the food. Only one problem, he had no idea where to sit!
Ayana had taken great care with doing her hair. She had brushed lots so that it was nice and soft to the touch. Orvoth had watched her curiously before he had fallen asleep. Once she was ready she stroked him and even sang him a little song she had made up till he had fallen asleep on her bed where it was still warm from her laying there beside him. Then with a quick kiss on his head she left and headed off to the feast where she did not know where to sit and waited for others to come before she even thought of deciding where to sit. She hoped some of the other Weyrlings would come.
((Yes I know I did not describe what they look like right now but I am waiting to see if other people decide to dress up.))
*~LeUninspiredEntity~* - September 5, 2009 06:14 AM (GMT)
Aleron looked up at the sound of a soft knock on his door. Giving his sleeping blue one last stroke, the weyrling hopped up to greet his brother. Tristan smiled wordlessly, his mere presence signaling to Aleron that it was time for the hatching banquet. The boy grinned and skipped over to his dragon, gently urging Knepth into reluctant wakefulness. After some brief complaints and encouragements between the new pair, all three set off for the dining hall towards the appetizing smells.
“Whoo-hoo!” Aleron cheered upon their arrival, inhaling the delights that had been set out for them and fighting against the urge to load up a plate full of everything in sight. He glanced at his brother hopefully, but Tristan didn’t look as if he were headed toward the food anytime soon. The bronzerider was the courteous sort who typically waited until everyone else had gotten their fill before seeing to his own comforts. Though Aleron desperately longed to be as cool and confident as his older brother, at times like these it was a very challenging goal indeed. “At least we’re not the first ones here,” Aleron pointed out hopefully as Knepth intently studied their new surroundings. Already, the blue had developed a tendency to stop and just stare at everything whenever he approached a new situation or location.
Tristan nodded in agreement, easily noting the not-so-subtle request behind it. “You can go ahead and eat,” he pointed out. “They even have food out for Knepth.” Like the blue, Tristan had paused upon entering, silver eyes flickering among those gathered as he silently recited all the names. Social events like this weren’t exactly his cup of tea, but he could hardly refrain from attending a gathering that celebrated the success of his little brother and the other fortunate souls that had Impressed. Besides, he was a rider of Maori, one of the few in all Pern that was partnered to a bronze. Even if the only thing he kept company was the wall, he was practically required to attend and show his support.
Aleron pouted comically at his brother’s words. Though he desperately wanted to dig into all the wonderful food and knew that Knepth would be more than happy to join him, he refused to be the first one to ruin the pretty display. Besides, though Tristan was the epitome of awesomeness in his book, Aleron knew quite well that his older brother wouldn’t show off that awesomeness if he weren’t directed to interact with others. Well, maybe if he took care of the one thing he could get away with the other. “Hey, there’s Quintin!” Aleron exclaimed, dragging Tristan to the other bronzerider. Though he didn’t know the guy personally, he certainly knew the names of all Maori’s riders. “Hey, Quintin! Tristan wanted to talk to you,” Aleron greeted Cheleighgamenth’s rider. With a wink at his brother, he darted away. Knepth followed soundlessly, gliding like a shadow across the clean-swept floors.
The pair headed inevitably towards the tables laden with food when Aleron suddenly caught sight of another familiar face. After some silent instructions to Knepth, he sneaked along the wall and behind all obstructions he could find. Knepth waited where he stood, watching as his rider took care to make sure he was not noticed. Upon reaching his goal, Aleron suddenly pounced on a certain blue weyrling, throwing his arms around her from behind in a surprise embrace. “Ayana!” he exclaimed joyously, giving her a brief but tight squeeze before releasing her. “You made it!”
Tristan watched his brother run off, bemused despite himself. If Aleron and Tiberiath had their way, Tristan would be as social as the two of them. Fortunately, his bronze was taking this time to snooze under the light of the warm summer sun and so had no reason to try and interfere. However, that still left Tristan with Quintin, apparently supposed to say something intelligent and meaningful. Tristan tossed a hand towards the food before speaking, “Nice spread.”
Katasha - September 6, 2009 03:29 AM (GMT)
Ayana was just looking around as people walked in. Maybe she wanted to meet new people? Maybe she was looking for someone she knew? She couldn't even tell you becuase she had no idea herself. Then she felt like something was watching her then she knew why. With a small suprised squeal Aleron had snuck up behind her and hugged her quickly, then released her.
"Aleron!" She exclaimed, she was not used to getting attention from guys at all so she better get used to it! Since she did think Aleron was nice and cute. That and she had saved him a few times already.
"Yes I made it, Orvoth made sure that I was ready before he fell asleep. I was probably ready in time to help if I wanted too." Ayana sad with an undertone of sadness. It was probably easy to tell that she didn't want to be here. In front of people. In front of other riders. Proper riders. Most of the riders here had experience and a dragon that matched their gender. Ayana was the only female bluerider and she knew it. Unless there were others up in the north but she didn't care about up there. She was worried down here.
"So how is one of my fellow blueriders who seems to keep getting hurt whenever I am around?" Ayana asked without the undertone of sadness but instead she said it more playful. Like she was in a way teasing him or that she was just joking around. She was just trying to be nice and did not mean for her words to bring him any offense.
((Her speech is bolded so that it can be seen better))
Thialyn - September 6, 2009 05:16 AM (GMT)
Neira and Lyricath were a bit late to the Banquet thanks to the Healers having to stitch most of the wounds on Neira's arm. The brown hatchling had certainly done some damage to the muscle and skin of her arm, so the Healers had gone so far as to stitch within the gashes as well to help the torn muscles knit faster. She would need every one of them since she had to take care of Lyricath. But, with fresh numbweed and fresh bandages swathing the length of her arm, Neira was in generally good spirits, if still a little light-headed and pale from the blood loss while she Stood on the Sands. But she wouldn't miss this Banquet for the world. Well, for Lyricath maybe, because the green had made herself her entire world. Neira glanced down at the green quickly, watching her prancing little steps trying to keep up with Neira's longer strides. She was so small.... To think that she would grow into a fighting dragon, the miraculous beasts that flamed Thread from the sky! And Neira would be her rider.
Oh my, my! Lyricath exclaimed with a trill as they walked into the enormous Kitchen caverns. The green looked around her, her wings shuffling gracefully as she pranced ahead of Neira a few steps to get a better view of the faulting stone ceiling and mass of people. All of the people here, milling about and speaking, the green began, her voice already singing as she spoke in verse. Maybe some will lend an ear, to those who are singing! Lyricath trilled pleasantly then, her mindvoice filling Neira's head with graceful music that no Harper could ever match.
"If you keep trilling like that, I'm sure someone will hear you," Neira told her dragon encouragingly. Neira didn't want to spoil Lyricath's innocence. Not now, not ever. So for now, when she was still so young and small, Neira would let Lyricath have her dreams and childish ways. There would be plenty of time to be serious after they grew up together. For now, Neira smiled, the numbweed and sight of fresh food making her a very happy person. She took a glass of mulled wine from a passing drudge, not at all worried about the alcohol in her stomach. The Healers had forced some food into her, so she wouldn't be drinking on an empty stomach. Not that mulled wine was very strong anyway. But the warmth would certainly be welcome.
We could find our hero from the Infirmary, Neira, Lyricath suggested then, in all her innocent glory, wings flared and tail waving. She looked so small! Neira could probably hold her in her arms easily. If one wasn't immobilized by a sling anyway. I am sure he would not miss an occasion like this! The little green trotted a little ways away, trying to crane her neck high enough so she could see the people and try to recognize Tristan in the crowd. I did spy the bronze Tiberiath slumbering outside, so I do believe his rider would be present to congratulate the others of my clutch!
Lyfling - September 7, 2009 08:05 PM (GMT)
The cool water felt odd running over the hands unfeeling from applying so much numbweed. The throbbing headache, however, was all too unpleasant and the gnawing sensation in her stomach was not helping anything. Drying her hands on the wrinkled apron, Em plopped into the nearest chair, only to find lists of needed materials waiting to be checked over. "Wonderful, just wonderful." One set of fingers began to work gently at her temples while the other shifted the papers. The words quickly became a blur and then there was nothing but sweet slumber.
She didn't know how long she'd been sleeping before the image of a feast interrupted the otherwise black canvas of her rest. Jerking upright revealed daylight to have found it's way into the infirmary and the young Healer silently cursing herself for having slept the morning away. The woman rubbed her face in an effort to rid the sleep lines and bring some color back to the otherwise pale face. The image of food again appeared in her mind's eye and she paused before recognition finally clicked. The Hatching banquet was today! Hastily untying the strings of the apron, Esmerelda groaned when she realized the white cloth hadn't save her dress. She'd have to change before she could even think of making an appearance.
It was a good five minutes of brisk walking to reach the Candidate Barracks and another four to decide what garment to wear. She finally settled on a simple gown of dove grey and twisted her hair up with a few ornate pins her mother had given her. Smoothing her hands over the fabric one last time, she slipped on her good boots and sighed, hardly satisfied with the result. It would have to do, however, as it wouldn't be proper to show up late. The door was closed quietly behind her and hurried steps brought her to the entrance of the kitchens. It seemed she wasn't the first to arrive but neither was she the last. Some slight tension eased from her shoulders and the woman raised her chin, a small smile gracing her mouth. She'd enjoy herself and wish those around her well, enjoy the food, the wine, and the company. Nothing like a feast to begin a new day, hm?
Confident strides brought her into the banquet hall and several greetings were exchanged with those she had already met. But what about those she hadn't yet begun to know? What then?
*~LeUninspiredEntity~* - September 8, 2009 12:46 AM (GMT)
Aleron couldn’t help but laugh at Ayana’s startled response. The ol’ hide their vision and make them guess who gimmick had died out long ago, but surprise glomping was still new to the blue weyrling and he fully intended to have as much fun with it as possible. Besides, it wasn’t as if there were all that many people who were as comfy to hug from behind as Ayana. At least, not many that wouldn’t smack or at least glare at him for being so impudent. Such antics had always been part of Aleron’s innocent charm, but now that he was growing into a respectable young man and one of Pern’s reputable dragonriders, it seemed likely that he’d have to find some other way to appeal to the populace. Ah well. At least Ayana didn’t seem to mind too much.
“Huh? Orvoth fell asleep?” Aleron asked with dismay as Knepth slid over to join his rider and Orvoth’s. “But this is supposed to be a celebration for us new riders and the new dragons! How can the party be complete without one of its guests of honor?” he demanded, affecting an air of indignance. Unfortunately, the fact that he burst into laughter near the end somewhat ruined the effect. Sometimes Aleron was simply too upbeat for his own good.
However, that didn’t make him completely oblivious. Though he couldn’t begin to guess the exact reason, Aleron did notice that Ayana seemed a tad uncomfortable. “Do you miss him already?” he asked, tilting his head curiously. Though they’d only been bound for a little over a day, Aleron had already experienced the strangely lonesome feeling of being without Knepth, even when the blue was sleeping and wouldn’t have been decent company anyway. “Well, in that case, I suppose I’ll just have to take his place as your escort for the evening,” he declared, offering Ayana his arm.
“Actually, you’ll be proud to note I have yet to hurt myself today,” Aleron beamed, taking no offense at her words whatsoever. Suddenly he blanched, wrinkling his nose as a horrible thought occurred to him. “Say, you don’t think I just jinxed myself, do you?” he asked slowly, blue-grey eyes flickering around them as if he expected some inanimate object to hop up and attack him then and there.
kusuri - September 9, 2009 11:51 PM (GMT)
Miret debated whether he should go to the Feast or not. Although Bellerophoth was forgetting his dam's words, Miret could not forget the Hatchling's disownment. He really wanted to rebel and not go. But if he went, he would be rubbing it in the Green-Gold's snout. He grinned and shook his napping dragonling.
Hey sleepyhead, its time to go.
The large Brown lifted his wedge shaped head and glared sullenly at his rider.
Why? So I can watch you eat?
There will be food for you too. And think about Mertiath's reaction.
The dragonling bared his teeth in the imitation of his human's smile.
Both strode into the banquet hall, pointedly ignoring Mertaith. Miret still smiled at the Weyrwoman. It wasn't like she was the one that had disowned Bell. Then, the brown boy urged his dragon towards the platters of meat. The largest of his clutch did not need anymore encouragement. Spotting Orvoth, he chose a pile near the Blue. He humned a warm welcome to his brother and growled between mouthfuls.
Nice to see you again Orvoth. Feeding well?
As his dragon began to socialize, so did Miret. He gave a respectful nod to the Weyrling Master as he strode by, but he was intent on meeting those his own age. His dark eyes found Aleron swiftly and he approached, smile broad.
"Hello Aleron. Introduce me to this young lady."
He said, trying to be friendly. He had to be, if he wanted his fellow Weyrlings on his side. He idly noted two other girls, one a Green rider and the other that appeared to have no dragon. He waved at them, not caring if he looked strange. It wouldn't do to have lovely young ladies drifting about alone on such a fine day.
Katasha - September 10, 2009 10:33 PM (GMT)
Orvoth had woken once he felt ayana startled reaction in his sleep. My Aya or you all right? he asked, concern touching his voice as clear as his voice touched Ayana's mind.
"Yes he fell asle-" Ayana cut of when she heard her young blue in her mind. "Okay he was asleep, just give me a minute. She talked to Kbalen for a bit and asked him to do her a favor. Knalen nodded and in a few minutes as she walked back to Aleron and knepth Orvoth had joined them. Tamith had gobne to the weyrling barracks and had take Orvoth on Tamith's back until they were close enough to the kitchen that Orvoth could find Ayana.
I am sorry I am late. I did not mean to fall asleep. He said with a nod of his head. As he spotted Ayana and started to walk in that direction.
"Now I guess the party is complete." Ayana said with a laugh. Then she got a look in her eye that no one ,not even Ayana, could place to what she felt. It was like a sparkle in her eye. "Even when he is only asleep I feel like somehow he has left me and shall never return."
How about you just go and eat my little stomach?
Before he got to Ayana he did a little croon of pleasure as he changed his course and started to eat the meat. Then before he knew it his brother had joined him. He did another croon of pleasure as he greeted the brown.
Nice to see you too brother, the meat is very lovely in my tummy. He said his tone dreamy like all he wanted to do was eat the meat and never stop.
"I would like that. even though Orvoth is now around he is too busy talking to his twin and stuffing himself." Ayana replied as she took the offered arm.
"Yes as far as I can see you have not opened up your wounds again or gotten a knew injury." Ayana then thought about what he had just said and studied the way he looked around the room. "I do not think a peice of furniture or anything could hurt you right now. I am around to use my magic and stoip it." Ayana finished with a small giggle. Her eyes when they were open looked like a clam lake of crystal clear water with some bubbles coming to the surface. Then she saw the brown's rider who was talking to orvoth coming up to them. He then asked Aleron to introduce them. Ayana would let Aleron do that and gave Miret a small curtsy. then after that she giggled because she felt somewhat stupid.
Alrekair - September 12, 2009 05:45 PM (GMT)
And once again, Kayla was going to be a bit late. It seemed that her and being late were not the best of bedfellows, but somehow ended up running into each other time and time again. I can't stand being late, and I'm not giving a very good impression, she muttered to herself as she walked beside her newly-Impressed dragonet, a lovely gold-green named Zeltath. The young dragon plodded along, her head held high in a show of pride for her lifemate.
What should it matter if you are a bit late? Zeltath commented with a slight snort. You were tending to not only your needs, but mine as well. It's only fair that you will be late. As they entered the dining area, Zeltath's body language seemed to turn in on itself. Her proud gait shrank down to a more cautious one, and her eyes seemed to dart from side to side.
Kayla worried, but she had seen how nervous Zeltath had seemed upon her hatching, and figured it was simply a part of who she was. "Well, let's go and greet everyone, shall we?" With that, she continued onward, walking up to a small grouping of her fellow weyrlings. "Hello, everyone," she muttered softly, her brown eyes scanning each one for any signs of a threat.
Hello Bellerophoth and Orvoth, were the gold-green's sole words to her siblings, waiting to see their reaction to her first.
Kat - September 13, 2009 10:56 PM (GMT)
It smells heavenly in here! Quipped Spirith as she inhaled deeply, her senses delighted by the barrage of foodstuffs on her nostrils. She let out an enamored rumble and pressed her flank against Beatrix’s leg, displaying her excitement physically as well as vocally. The girl grinned lightly and braced herself so as not to topple over. The green’s penchant for physical affection would take some getting used to, but Bea couldn’t complain. It had been far too long since someone had loved her so outwardly. “Hungry yet?”
Not yet. I’ll let you know when I am. Spirith nodded her head and Beatrix tried her best not to laugh. She knew the little green would have no problems telling her what she wanted and when! “Well, here we go, huh?” The two entered the feast. Spirith’s hide shone with that newborn glow and Bea had simply changed into a navy skirt and black sleeveless shirt. Her hair was pleasantly tousled, in her opinion!
Truth be told, Bea felt like a stranger amongst her fellow Weyrlings and even the Candidates left behind. She didn’t really know them, having done a good job of keeping herself entertained in a solitary manner. But now it seemed she couldn’t play the part of lone wolf anymore; it was time to become one of the herd. Holding her head high and with a slight, lazy smile on her lips, the new Weyrling walked into the dining hall with her Spirith in tow. The green’s eyes whirled as they surveyed her surroundings, amused by all she saw. The dragon carried herself with confidence to match her rider’s, which grave Bea a secret dose of pride.
Want to meet my siblings? she asked after a moment, allowing the girl to get past the main entrance. Beatrix shrugged lightly. She’d meet them in time. We’ll join them in a bit. I want to get my bearings first.
They won’t bite, Spirith assured her with a laugh, finding Bea’s hesitation silly.
Beatrix shrugged her shoulders and grinned, “Never know..” she mumbled playfully, lightly caressing her green’s muzzle. It was decided then that the two would wait. While Spirith sat contently, happy to observe, Bea leaned against the wall with arms across her chest, watching with silent skepticism.
((Reese to come ^ ^))
*~LeUninspiredEntity~* - September 15, 2009 03:43 AM (GMT)
Aleron blinked in puzzlement as Ayana walked off to Knalen. He glanced down at his blue as if Knepth could somehow fathom the girl’s mind. The hatchling, for his part, just stared right back, gaze unshakeable and facets whirling a pale, calm blue. Though they had been partnered for little over a day, Aleron still found it a tad difficult to anticipate his new friend. For the most part, he was quite peaceful, always observing his surroundings as if he were trying to memorize them. Then there were those random spurts of…not-so-tranquil that overcame the blue. As yet, these outbursts seemed triggered by blood—thank goodness Aleron was all stitched up now—and food. The boy’s eyes flickered to the arrangement on the tables. As amusing as it was to have Knepth go a bit bonkers every now and again, he supposed the hatchling ought to eat now before he had another fit.
Knepth… Aleron said, attempting to reach out to his dragon mentally as Tristan had suggested he do. The blue straightened, obviously paying attention. Why don’t you go ahead and get something to eat? I’ll join you later. Knepth wriggled in response, and without any further prodding, bounded over to join Bellerophoth. By then, Ayana had returned, Orvoth trotting at her side.
“Hey, he woke up! Good to see ya Orvoth,” Aleron beamed in greeting. He looked up from the lighter blue to see that Ayana’s discomfort had disappeared, leaving nothing but an impossibly bright cheer that so completely absorbed the girl that she almost seemed to be an entirely different person. Watching her, Aleron vaguely wondered if he looked like that when he was with Knepth. More in the forefront of his mind, however, was that with her gaze lit up like that, Ayana looked really pretty. It was just a shame she didn’t relax like that all the time; there was no doubt that it was incredibly refreshing to wallow in such dragon-inspired adoration. “You look really beautiful, Ayana,” he observed aloud, never one to keep compliments from those who deserved them.
“I know exactly what you mean,” Aleron agreed as Ovorth scampered off, unable to help but glance at his own blue. Whether he was just being distant or was just too absorbed by his meal, Knepth didn’t seem to be paying any heed to his brothers as they munched nearby. Aleron’s attention was drawn back to Ayana as she accepted his offer, taking her arm in his. Aleron beamed, and at her mention of magic, he couldn’t help but laugh in delight. “You know what, Ayana? I believe you,” he grinned sincerely, “With you around, even Thread couldn’t hurt me!”
Catching sight of Miret, Aleron waved with his free hand. “Hey, Miret!” he replied merrily. “This is Ayana of blue Orvoth. Ayana, this is Miret of brown Bell…Bellerophoth,” Aleron introduced the two, only too happy to have a part in helping others to make new friends. He winced slightly as he eyed Miret. “I got his name right…right?” he asked hopefully, not wanting to cause any offense for his inability remember the exact pronunciation of the brown’s name.
Kat - September 17, 2009 03:03 AM (GMT)
"Slow down, will ya?" Reese's voice was strained with laughter as he trotted after the excitedly bounding young brown. Duntoth simply wanted to be the first to arrive out of their little duo, his hunger for something new and exhilarating pulling him forward like an invisible string. The anticipation for the feast was mostly one-sided; Reese wasn't quite sure how the evening would pan out, or how he'd appear to his fellow Weyrfolk. He wasn't so good at fancy gatherings like this though he hoped that small fact wasn't painfully obvious...
Will you introduce me to all your friends? asked the brown with innocent hope in his voice. He tilted his head upward in a humanistic gesture, looking over his shoulder at his lagging partner in crime. I'll introduce you to everyone I know, Reese assured him. However, the boy didn't have the heart to inform Duntoth that he didn't know all that many people in the Weyr. He'd kept to himself up until the Hatching--though now things would be different! As an aside, he hoped Sherlock would accept the new addition as readily as he had.
The answer was satisfactory to Duntoth, and so he continued on his little rampage, leaping past the dining hall threshold and skidding on the polished floors. His talons instinctively dug into the ground, though they were unable to catch onto anything. Duntoth let out a surprised warble and swiveled his gaze toward Reese as he helplessly slid to a halt. It was a scary sensation, but it was different! His stomach flopped and had dragons posessed the ability to giggle he would have! His fun ended prematurely as his little brown form bumped against Neira and her green.
Naturally Reese watched in horror, audibly calling Duntoth's name to no avail. Immediately he was charging after the dragonet, mentally checking his stability and accessing his condition. Duntoth was perfectly fine, and looked up to Neira with a little sheepish warble of greeting.
Sorry, he confessed to Lyricath.
Upon reaching Neira, Reese frowned with worry and held out his hands in apology, "M'so sorry, miss! Are you all right? You're arm wasn't jostled too harshly, I hope?" He fumbled through his apology with sincerity and fixed his concerned gaze on the already wounded Weyrling.