You cling to Nallath's riding straps as you scramble down his forelimb, landing safely upon the ground. A soft huff in the back of your mind reminds you, once again, of Nallath's absolute love for you.
You amble eastwards to the bright and cheerful living caverns.
Preparations are under way for the weyrling's graduation. Lower cavern workers are finishing laying out the tables of food and drink, and the weyrlings are starting to assemble to the left of C'daer, who is standing and chatting with G'thon.
E'tren rambles into the living caverns and with a tilted nod toward C'daer and G'thon, he's hopping up onto a table's edge, legs swinging freely. "So, when does the party start?" he asks.
L'in scoots to the side as a helper bustles by. "Say now, careful with the goods, there!" He grins, grabbing for a plate that is sliding off the table.
Ilesyn's only concession to the day is a single ribbon in her hair - a brown one, somewhat worse for wear. She mills, her hands dug into her pockets, attention afixed nowhere in particular.
Osasune fretfully assembles, bumping into G'fey. "Sorry, sorry," she mumbles.
T'nar makes his way in, looking rather aristocratic in his new, never-before-seen outfit. With a slight quirk of a brow and a fey half-smile, he greets different people assembled, and waves to C'daer, E'tren, and the rest of his class. "Hello. I think there might be a party planned?"
C'daer stiffens and glares over towards E'tren. "Weyrling, this is not an informal event," he informs him, icily. "Take your place in the ranks. Harrumph." He points, indicating those weyrlings already standing in straight lines. That taken care of, he turns back to talking with G'thon.
Andariel slips into the living caverns as quietly as she can manage. A call of her name from over towards the games room grabs her attention and she wanders that way, nodding to people as she passes.
"Alright, alright." E'tren complies reluctantly as he slumps his way over to the ranks of weyrlings, taking up his place and standing a good head taller than either weyrling to his sides.
Osasune clasps her hands behind her back, stepping into line with a flush.
Romilly walks shakily into the Living Cavern and glancing around heads straight for the first empty seat that she can find and sits down. She digs a hanky out from a pocket and dabs it on her brow while she calms down.
Sanriel slips in from the Inner Caverns and looks over her charges - a small band of instrumentalists setting up in the corner. Everything looks under control, so she moves off into the crowd to greet friends and find a seat.
Lips twitching, at E'tren's takedown, Ilesyn takes her place in line, her expression ranging towards the spectrum to bored, as she shifts in place, back and forth.
Sarine enters the room and first looks around before heading to the other weyrlings. Once there she takes a closer look at the assembled.
L'in smiles a little, watching C'daer and listening to his tone. Two of his pockets are bulging rather distinctly, shape possibly indicating some sort of bottle in each one. "J'van and Siv. Well now, two troublemakers if I ever did see them!" He grins teasingly, raising a hand in greeting.
T'nar's expression doesn't alter one iota, but he wends his way towards the line of other Weyrlings, settling in like a sore thumb.
Take down? Why that wasn't even a tongue lashing. E'tren pushes his hands into the pockets of his trous and cocks his hips slightly forward, assuming a very casual pose. If he's going to be waiting, he's going to be comfortable.
J'van strides into the caverns, adjusting a cuff as he looks around for Jalis - not spotting the Weyrwoman, he instead veers towards S'vilen and Andariel - or one or the other, grinning as he overhears L'in "Troublemaker? Me? Not since Rasnauth flew Ceristh..." He says laughingly, tilting his head towards the Weyrsecond "Can't say the same for him, of course - if the shoe fits and all...."
Some of the younger class of weyrlings are circulating through the crowd, greeting out of weyr guests; "For you," chirps a rather young brownrider weyrling as he offers the Healer Craftmaster a flower, then trots off with his bouquet bobbing to find other important guests.
Osasune grins a small, nervous grin as she notices the boy with the flowers; she smoothes the front of her skirts a little, then clasps her hands behind her back again.
Aelis follows on behind Romilly, though a little later in arriving than her craftmaster. She glances around for a moment before her eyes land on her companion and she wanders over to join her at the table, wit a teasing "Nice flower."
Shoshana hurries in, slowing her quick pace as she comes into the crowd, hands going to smooth her dress-- that dress only seen for nice events like this, that otherwise lives stored away in the back of her weyr. As she sort of mingles in the main crowd of people, she gives the group of weyrlings a once over, nodding briefly as she spots E'tren and giving her mentee a quick smile.
"Excuse me," Daer says to G'thon and slips off, having spotted the Weyrleader - coming up behind him, he clears his throat, and asks, "Weyrleader, Weyrsecond, sir? We're about ready to begin, if you would want to come up front with us."
S'vilen gives E'tren a disapproving glance, turning to L'in. "Me?" he asks L'in. "Hardly," he adds, glancing towards J'van and then turning to C'daer. "Of course," he agrees, nodding.
E'tren cracks a lopsided smile at Shoshana when he spots her, but then his gaze is roving the crowds as he continues to stand there most comfortably. Sure, his posture makes him stick out of the straight-standing crowd, but he doesn't seem to mind.
Late. latelatelate. Cyn hurries in, fastening on the little patch that marks her as a part of Magma for another hour or so. She joins the ranks of weyrlings, breathing heavily, cheeks red, and self-consciously smooths a hand over her hair. Not that she could do much to fix it. Eyes turn to C'daer.
Andariel nods once as her quiet conversation comes to a finish, moving off once more she begins to move towards the center of the room, as much as possible anyway in the crush that she encounters. A few "excuse me." "Pardon me"'s later and she makes it over towards S'vilen and his little group.
T'nar gives E'tren a glance, and then smirks slightly at the bronzer as he continues to wear on the 'Leaders' nerves. Well-and-good; the hunter prefers to stand out in his own way.
E'tren is what he is, that hasn't changed despite weyrlinghood.
J'van doesn't seem to be looking at the weyrlings at all, although he does smile at C'daer when he comes up. "Certainly, Daer - if you are ready, I'm ready.." He notes pleasantly, nodding to L'in as he follows the Weyrsecond to stand in front of the waiting graduates, his hand waving Shoshana forward as he spots her as well and waiting for everyone to get into place, flicking some lint from his shirt.
Romilly tucks her hanky away as the weyrling offers her a flower, "oh thank you" is the shaky reply as she takes it and the weyrling trots off. "you took long enough dilly dalying with that rider" is the somewhat sharp reply to Aelis.
L'in pffts, rolling his eyes teasingly at Siv and J'van's reaction. "Better get out some of Avila's scrolls so we have something to read, if either of them are giving speeches!" he offers to whomever will listen. A polite nod is sent to the Healer Craftmaster and Apprentice Master. "Fort's duties to you both!" he offers with an additional smile.
C'daer turns to check the assembling of the weyrlings, lifting a brow as he notes his cousin scrambling in. "Oh, there's the Wingleader," he notes, and slips off towards Shoshana, calling, "Wingleader Greenrider Shoshana, ma'am? We've a place for you standing up with all the other wingleaders," he tells her cheerfully, and hurries back up to the front.
Osasune pages to C'daer and Ilesyn: Grossssss. The 'Leaders'! I prefer to stand out in my big CAPE.
"So much ceremony," drawls Ilesyn, her eyes rolling. "What a waste of time." She pitches her voice low - well, mostly.
Sarine turns her head to watch the Weyrleader and Weyrlingmaster now that things are about to get under way. She does glance at her fellow weyrlings, but she doesn't exhibit any outward reactions to what's about to happen.
Osasune mutters to Ilesyn, "Do... think..."
Osasune whispers "Do you think it'll be a long ceremony? I have to make water. I'm really nervous."
"Talking Romy, talking." Aelis replies, a grin splitting her face. Her mouth opens as if to say something else, but L'in's words steal her thoughts and her attention. "And healers Duties to you." She pauses, thinking of something, anything, to say and finally settling on, "Nice living caverns you have here."
In the same grimy clothes she wears every day, Daera slips into the Living Cavern, slinking towards the food tables. She's no longer stumbling all over her feet, but she's still not the most graceful person on Pern. She amiably nods around to familiar face, which means she doesn't downright glare at them. That's friendly! Hermits are us, meet weyrling graduation.
Shoshana's attention is caught as things seem to be getting ready to start, and she nods at J'van's wave. She was heading towards the front anyway, honest. Well...sort of. "Coming Weyrlingmaster." She responds to C'daer as well, nose crinkling at the string of titles, as she hustles towards the front, taking her place next to Sunrise's wingleader.
Rhys strolls in, then stops and blinks at the rather incredible assembly. Too many people - what the shard is going on? Spying a few familiar knots in the crowd, he heads in that direction. "Gd'evening, Masters... How are you ladies?" How suave.
Nallath> K'dir dismounts, and Sylviath lopes away to a quieter, less crowded section of the Bowl.
Ilesyn turns back to Osasune, her eyebrows raising. "You're kidding, right? Hold it. Shouldn't be--" she casts an appraising glance around the room. "Well. Who knows. Could be forever."
Osasune's face scrunches up. "Don't /say/ that!" she hisses in Ilesyn's direction, near whimpering. She shifts her weight from side to side, skirts swaying.
Reaching behind him, C'daer grabs a little bell from the table behind him, and rings it; the clear notes start to quiet down the crowd, and he puts it down and stands straight as he waits for attention to center on him.
"Why not?" queries Ilesyn, cheerfully. "Just remember, if you can'--" whatever else she was going to say is cut off: she's actually going to listen to C'daer, for once.
S'vilen has no lint on his shirt to fuss with, so he watches the graduating class closely, even when C'daer rings his bell.
L'in extends a glance around the cavern, nodding in reply to Aelis. "Much better tonight with all the festivities, though. Normally it's quite dull." His eyes twinkle as he sends her a wink. "How are things at the hall? The apprentices keeping you busy?" As the bell sounds, he turns to look toward C'daer, then back to the healer.
Cyn rolls her eyes at Daer's concern. She's here. What's the fuss. A glance is given to Daera, lips purse for a moment, but her attention is taken by Osa and Ilesyn. She leans forward slightly, attempting to hear a bit of their conversation, and makes a face of dissapointment as her cousin ruins her plan.
"Yes, yes, yes," E'tren can be heard muttering under his breath when the bell stops ringing, his posture abruptly shifting up straight and hands pulling from his pockets. He rests his arms behind his back, suddenly looking quite the model weyrling.
Osasune's forehead wrinkles a moment longer before she schools her features into a more attentive expression.
Sarine clasps her hands behind her back as she waits for C'daer to speak. A quick glance around the crowd is accompanied by smiles to those she recognizes.
Andariel falls silent as the bell is rung, having started up a conversation wiht a brownrider to her side. Her gaze moves, first to C'daer and then to the weyrlings, with a smile.
T'nar adopts a waiting air, peering at all the pomp and ceremony going on around the caverns from his lofty point-of-view. His deep blue eyes touch every face as he regards his surroundings.
Romilly, having calmed down from her journey here stands back up again politley returning the nods and greetings to those who have addressed her "greetings Rhys how are you, ah things are starting" she quiets and turns to watch the proceedings.
Aelis grins. "Busier that you could ever imagine, though I don't think I was any better when I was an apprentice." The ringing bell captures her attention for a second and she looks up towards the direction the noise came from and then back to L'in with a smile.
Rhys nods and smiles his response, slipping into a chair nearby to watch the... whatever is going on.
Having grabbed a meatroll, which leaves her with greasy fingers, Daera sneaks up on the group. Ah, there's her mentee, Cyn. The one who gets along so great with her. Dae smirks a bit, before arching her brows at Daer and his little bell-thing. "He gets odder and odder every day," she mutters, mostly to herself.
L'in gestures to a small chair beside him. "Would you and the Craftmaster care to sit down, ma'am? I can get that other chair over there." Then in a more hushed tone, he adds with a playful grin to Aelis, "Unless you'd prefer to sit by yourself?"
They actually agree on something. Cyn smirks at Daera, nodding at her comment, before turning back to C'daer, puffed up with pomp and circumstance. Bah.
C'daer clears his throat, glances around, and steps slightly forward out of the line of assistant weyrlingmasters, wingleaders, and Weyrleader and Weyrsecond. "Welcome! We apologize for the weather and hope you didn't get too wet on your way in. We appreciate you coming to see our weyrlings," he gestures to the neat ranks of standing weyrlings to his right, "graduate from Magma wing. For those of you who don't know, I'm the Weyrlingmaster, C'daer, these are my assistants," and he runs through the whole line. "And now, I believe Weyrleader J'van has some words for us today." He steps back, and shuts up.
Aelis laughs gently. "I sit on my own often enough when I'm hiding fro mapprentices, I think a little company, especially from such a charming man, would be more than welcome." She settles down into the chair beside L'in and once more looks up towards C'daer, leaning in to whisper to L'in, grin still firmly in place. "Aelis. My name's Aelis, not ma'am."
Andariel smiles up at C'daer as he speaks, gaze running along the line as everyone is introduced and finally landing on J'van. Speach time.
Osasune tries to control her fidgetting, gaze swinging from C'daer to J'van.
L'in bends a little toward Aelis, listening, then returns a grin. "I think I can remember such a lovely name. Then do tend to stand out, you know." he whispers back, then points toward the class. "Not a bad selection of riders this time around. Some a little odder than others but generally speaking, all quite worthy." His nod is toward Ilesyn, brief, so as to not attract attention.
J'van looks up from lint picking as he hears his name, and smiles - first at C'daer, and then at the guests, and the at the weyrlings, not saying anything as he looks each and every one of them over intently. And then...."Those of you graduating today have proven yourselves capable of performing the duties of a rider, learning and doing well as weyrlings - so well, I'm tempted to leave you as such." He grins "But I won't, because then C'daer would kill me." He flicks a glance at the Weyrlingmaster "Indeed, you would all be much better suited to joining the ranks of the fighting wings" This time his glance flicks to Ilesyn and away "So. On behalf of myself and The Weyrwoman, and all of those present today, I welcome you as full-fledged riders of Fort Weyr. Congratulations..." He pauses, then adds. "You will find out your wing assignments when you are tapped, which will be accomplished by your new wingleader or their wingsecond - in the meantime...on with the ceremony." And he steps back, looking over at C'daer with a "Next" look on his face.
T'nar seems to be a statue as he stands so still, not wavering in the slightest as his attention is fixed upon J'van.
The oldest weyrling, but certainly not the most mature, Ilesyn proceeds to make funny faces, and the odd grunting sound beneath her breath, throughout J'van's speech. Thankfully, she's not right at the front. L'in's nod is caught - and she smiles flamboyantly. J'van's on the other hand, draws a wink. Amused.
Daera slouches behind Cyn, nibbling on her meatroll. It's a cold day at Monaco Weyr that Cyn and Daera actually agree on something, so it must be freezing cold there today. "Woopee-doo, congratulations." Somewhere along the turns as rider, Dae has turned into a bitter, nattering greenrider.
Aelis lets out a little giggle, gazing sideways at L'in then giving her attention to the weyrlings. "Only a couple of healer this time." she whispers. "Shame to lose them though, but such is life. One good calling to another."
Osasune doesn't see Ilesyn making faces. Really. Nope, not her. Not much, anyway. She tries to remain focused on the Weyrleader.
T'nar sees Ilesyn's faces, and for once has to school himself to not burst out laughing. Yes, too much pomp for him, too.
Well, E'tren /was/ standing at perfect attention for all of that rambling moment of speech, but now he's back to fiddling about. His fingers fuzz-pluck at the sweater he wears, gaze drifting downward, watching in this intent process.
Andariel applauds quietly, both speech and weyrlings, a small smattering of noise from her and those around her who take up the idea.
The Weyrlingmaster grins over at J'van, thankfully not noticing Ilesyn's face. Stepping forward again, he says, "Now, we're going to introduce our weyrlings to you, going from green upward." He names the first, shakes her hand, and passes her down to shake the hands of the rest of the line. After a few more, he stops and adds, "For some weyrlings, we have special awards. Sarine, rider to Green Kiaseth, please come forward." His grin suggests mischief.
Osasune pages to C'daer and Ilesyn: Nobody wearing a big gold cape gets to say there's too much POMP.
S'vilen applauds softly, then drops his hands to listen to C'daer, now, gaze jumping to Sarine.
L'in returns Ilesyn's smile briefly then rolls his eyes once more, but that's all the reaction he'll give for now. "Oh, definitely agreed." he replies to Aelis in low tones as Sarine is called up. "Your trip was uneventful, I hope? A smooth journey to find a deluge of speeches awaiting you?"
Sarine blinks at C'daer when he calls her name *and* adds that little bit. Warily she walks over to the Weyrlingmaster but keeps her mouth shut, her expression curious as she stands there.
C'daer turns and rustles under the sheet covering part of the table, pulling out - well. Apparently, it's a hat, as he lifts it up towards Sarine's head. "For Sarine, and especially her Kiaseth, we present to you the Most Fastidious Award." He offers his hand for her to shake.
This paper hat is sort of fashioned into the shape of a dragon, a simple ring of paper for the crown and extremities attached. The wings, made of stiffer paper, flare out over each ear; on one is written 'Most' and on the other 'Fastidious.' Pains have been taken to make this dragon, who is a neon green, have a very prissy expression on her face. The tail has been carefully curled and holds a feather duster glued to the end.
J'van turns away from nodding to Eliwys just in time to spot the shifting in the ranks of weyrlings and his eyes narrow as they take in Ilesyn - she looks way too amused for his liking. But otherwise his expression remains impassive and pleasant as he awaits the individual introductions and gift.
Aelis grins. "Better than some" is her whispered reply, jerking her head backwards towards Romilly to indicate who she means. "And the speeches aren't that bad so far, you should hear some of the masters at the hall. They go on, and on, and on, and on, and think everyone should be interested." As the gift is handed over to Sarine, she gives a little burst of polite applause and congratulations to the newly graduated weyrling.
T'nar watches the exchange between C'daer and Sarine, and stifles his urge to chuckle while applauding loudly. Indeed!
Fighting wings. That's a sour point. Cyn shifts as J'van talks. Though nothing could be as bad as continuing under C'daer for the next year....oh wait. She smirks at Ilesyn's noises, and rubs at the ring on her finger. Maybe a magic firelizard will appear to take her away. It's worth a try. A snort is given at Sarine's present. How...perfect.
Osasune claps a hand over her mouth to stifle giggles. She doesn't manage very well, face turning very pink and shoulders shaking. "Eeeheeehee!"
Ilesyn is always far too amused -- she positively chortles, mostly beneath her breath, and certainly silently, the ribbon in her hair slipping downwards. Sarine's gift drawns a spasm - a paroxysm - of laughter. Composure? Surely not.
Andariel offers a quiet "Congratulations Sarine.", continuing to applaud as she smiles over, trying her best to see the gift.
Behind Osasune's back, Cyn mocks her laugh, copying her shaking shoulders, and doing a quiet but squeeky "Heeeeheeeheee!" Maturity? Hmm?
Shoshana applauds lightly after the speeches, and gives the same, polite clapping as the weyrlings start getting called, grinning at the presentation of Sarine's hat.
Sarine chuckles at the announcemnt of the award and let's the hat get placed on her head. "I think Kiaseth will be pleased." She shakes C'daer's hand. "Thank you sir." She does step back at this point, and removes the hat to look it over.
How good that Cyn has a helpful mentor with her. A mentor who stands slouched behind her. Daera taps a finger on Cyn's shoulder, finger still greasy from her meatroll. "Stand straight while you graduate, will ya? And give your Weyrlingmaster your best smile. You do it so well."
L'in laughs as he claps for Sarine, nodding emphatically at Aelis' words. His hand slips toward his shirt pocket, hesitating, then it falls back onto his lap.
C'daer laughs, and gestures Sarine down the line to shake hands. He proceeds to usher the rest of the greenriders through the line, with only one other hat presentation - Gretta, for 'Wimpiest Drinker'. The first blue weyrling he calls, with a glary little squint at her - don't think he didn't hear that laugh - "Cyn, rider to blue Temanth."
This paper hat is sort of fashioned into the shape of a dragon, a simple ring of paper for the crown and extremities attached. The wings, made of stiffer paper, flare out over each ear; on one is written 'Wimpiest' and on the other 'Drinker.' The color's a somewhat sickly margarita green, and the head and tail both droop downward at somewhat awkward angles. Drawn at intervals around the crown are little sloshing-over wineglasses.
Romilly sits back down on the proffered seat to watch the graduation, recognising only a few of the faces she leans over to quietly ask Rhys "could you possibly point out who everyone is afterwards for me, I have to meet people apparently" she stops long enough to clap politely as each of the weyrlings become riders.
"Wimpiest drinker?" Andariel wonders quietly, closely followed by a chuckles and a comment of "I'm sure I don't want to know.", though her clapping and calls of congratulations continue.
Cyn certainly doesn't look apologetic as she speaks, "Sir?" glancing up at her cousin. Hey, six months ago, she wouldn't have used a title. The weyrling hood was good for something.
Sanriel is a little surprised at /that/ award, and those nearest her might notice her turning a bit pink.
T'nar recognizes where Gretta earnecd /that/ award from, and applauds racously for the green greenrider.
Aelis laughs as well, although an eyebrow does quirk as L'in reaches for his pocket, though no comment is made at the time, she simply keeps on applauding for now.
Ilesyn positively chokes at Gretta's award, gleefully grinning with amusement as she nudges Osa. She mutters to Osasune, "... you'll... or..."
Osasune senses "Ilesyn positively chokes at Gretta's award, gleefully grinning with amusement as she nudges Osa. "I bet you'll get best drunk or something.""
E'tren's brow quirks. "Wimpiest drinker?" he echoes to himself, then shakes his head and grumbles about the hats to his neighbor. He does not particularly want one of those on his head.
"Certainly, ma'am." Rhys agrees, giving the Master Healer a rather surprised look, then turning back to the proceedings with a wide grin.
C'daer produces another hat for his cousin, and announces to all, "Cyndalia gets this class's award for Vaguely Improved Attitude. Well done, cousin." He holds the hat out with a lifted eyebrow, and his hand out to shake with the other.
This paper hat is fashioned into the shape of a dragon, a simple ring of paper for the crown and extremities attached. The wings, made of stiffer paper, flare out over each ear; on one is written 'Vaguely' and on the other, in squished writing, 'Improved Attitude.' The light blue dragon's paper neck perks straight up, and drawn on the face is a huge grin, wide eyes, and arched eyebrows.
Osasune grins at Gretta's award, then eyes Ilesyn. She mutters to Ilesyn, "... we even..."
You sense Osasune grins at Gretta's award, then eyes Ilesyn. "Sssh. Do we even want to know what yours'll be?"
Osasune starts to snicker a little, trying to hide it better this time.
T'nar cannot hold in the soft snicker at Cyn's new hat, nodding fractionally as he applauds again.
L'in applauds enthusiastically as each presentation is made, chuckling at the hats. Once more he seems to hesitate, glancing toward Aelis. Finally, he leans toward her to whisper, "Apprentice Masters ever have a liking for a little brew on special occasions?"
C'daer pages to Osasune and Ilesyn: Oh God I'm swooning. Fractional nods!
Avila slips into the living caverns, snickering a bit at the newly announced award. "Sorry I'm late," she mouths to C'daer and glances around to see who's there with an empty seat by them. "Capping it all off, hmm, C'daer?" She couldn't resist.
Daera actually rises a bit to see the graduation gift Cyn receives and then smirks, loudly adding "I taught her well, to respect her Weyrlingmaster, didn't I?" Again, she pats Cyn's shoulder, the smirk never leaving the greenrider's face.
Ah good, they're whispering again. Cyn leands forward towards Ilesyn and Osa. What -do- they have to talk about? With her attention diverted, it takes a moment for her to realize that all the attention is focused on her. She blinks, and reaches out for the hat, looking pouty, and muttering something in C'daer's direction.
C'daer frantically gestures Avila to come join the line-up of people to shake hands with graduating weyrlings.
Ilesyn smirks. "Probably not," she agrees, towards Osa. "Well - I do. Perhaps you don't." Cyn's hat earns another burst of laughter; Ilesyn has fallen out of line, now, and simply stands there.
Shoshana continues to applaud, biting her lip to hold back quiet laughter at each 'special award'. Dignity and all. But there's no hope in keeping the amused grin off her face.
Vasmar has arrived.
Cyn mutters, "To...along...vaguly...womanizing?" A glare of death is given in Ilesyn's direction. She'd better be veeery careful when she gets into bed tonight.
Aelis quirks an eyebrow again, trying her best to suppress a little chuckle, her hands faltering in their clapping in the process "Well, that depends on how special the brew is." she finally whispers. "After all only really special brews go with special occasions."
J'van leans back against the wall, waiting for all this to be over. Unlike the Weyrlings, however, he has a bit more discipline and keeps his amusement - and his boredom - to himself, clapping politely at all the right places and keeping a pleasant smile on his face.
Andariel smiles and nods, and claps and smiles, just as she did at her own graduation, each weyrling given their own quiet "congratulations" as they receive their gifts.
"Ahem," Daer says to Cyn, and nudges her off to go shake hands with the rest of the line. After more blueriding weyrlings get passed through, he announces, "Osasune and her blue Caledoth also receive an award! Most Improved Abs. We're proud of you, Osa," he says.
This paper hat is fashioned into the shape of a dragon, a simple ring of paper for the crown and extremities attached. The wings, made of stiffer paper, flare out over each ear; on one is written 'Most Impr' and on the other 'oved Abs.' This poor blue dragon holds a barbell between his teeth, and the crown of the hat is covered with stylized, barely-recognizable abdominal muscles. The tail droops down with another barbell.
Ilesyn misses the Glare of Death(tm), rather caught up in watching the presentation of hats - "Even better, Osa!" she declares, loudly.
Avila scurries up to the front, then arranges her gowns folds once she gets up there in view of everyone. Whew. Late, but hey. She looks good. She dutifully extends her hand to the graduating weyrlings, muttering congratulations. "Good job, kinda, on the sorta improved attitude, Cyn." Yeah... she heard the snickers from that weyrling during class.
Osasune starts to giggle even before she receives the hat. She heads over to C'daer and collects it cheerfully, with a backward glance at Ilesyn and a radiant grin on her face.
L'in straightens, fingertips curling around his jacket to tug at it a little. "My dear Aelis, one would have thought my prowess at vintner skills would have filtered to your Hall by now!" He tries being serious, but all that gets him is a widening grin.
From some of the younger weyrling class in the crowd, "Show them to us, Osa! Osaaaaaa!"
Vasmar slips in with a crowd of Monaco weyrfolk and waves to those he knows and grins to the others, adding his duties along with the others. Then he's off to find a seat but, seeing as the weyr is quite crowded he opts for a place standing where he might watch instead.
Aelis laughs, quickly stifling it with a bout of coughing. "That kind of brew." is whispered when she regains her composure a little, her own grin as wise as L'ins. "I could be persuaded to try a drop. For puerly medicinal research reasons of course."
Osasune flushes at those shouts and scurries back to her place, tail and wings on the hat bobbing as she walks.
T'nar actually lets loose a small whoop! as Osa is presented her 'Abs' hat.
E'tren resumes picking at his sweater, occasionally glancing out over the crowd, but overall he looks rather bored and he's not bothering to hide it.
Blue and brownrider are announced and passed through the line, quite a few going through without any awards. "One of our most unusual weyrlings," Daer says, "is Ilesyn, rider to brown Nallath. This mindhealer turned rider has provided many thoughtful discussions, and receives the award for Best Brain Collection."
This paper hat is fashioned into the shape of a dragon, a simple ring of paper for the crown and extremities attached. The wings, made of stiffer paper, flare out over each ear; on one is written 'Best Brain' and on the other 'Collection.' It looks like somebody goofed on this one; one wing is tan where the rest is a bright cinnamon brown. No pains have been taken to make this dragon look special, save for a tiny speech bubble, "I am Smart."
Cyn snorts very loudly at Osa's, and returns to take her place ine line, rolling her eyes at Avila. "Thanks." She sticks her hat on her head. and follows Osasune back to the line, making little flappy motions with her hands to mimic Osa's hat, unaware that hers is doing the same thing.
Sanriel snorts at Ilesyn's award, but lets out a piercing whistle, and claps for her... friend?...
Osasune settles back into place, glancing over her shoulder at Cyn and grinning suddenly.
T'nar simply barks with laughter at Ilesyn's award, his poise and regal demeanor gone for the second.
L'in's brows lower in concern at Aelis' coughing. "Oh, have you caught something from one of our weyrlings? Perhaps some water would help? Or.. a small sip of brew might tend to it rather well?" His eyes twinkle, head angling with his question as a hand slips toward his inner pocket.
Romilly claps a little more vigoursly as the ex-healer is presented with her graduation hat, a slightly proud look on her face.
T'nar raises a brow slightly at Ilesyn's look, not rising to the bait. As /if/.
Osa, laughing at her?! What? Cyn frowns, realizes she has the hat on, and pulls it off with frown. Bah. She scrunches the corner in her hand as she watches Ilesyn.
Aelis's clapping steps up a notch for Ilesyn, an ex healer after all. Another fake cough later, and a small giggle, she nods. "Oh yes, something to drink would be lovely. Just a little though, to kill the tickle in my throat."
Avila shakes hands with Osa and glances down at her tummy as she goes through. "Marked improvement, m'dear," she mutters, and then glances to her own abs. Just for comparison. As Ilesyn's award is announced, she starts to applaud, then gulps and pretty much freezes for a moment, adding one or two more forced claps, looking pointedly away from the graduating brownrider.
J'van is losing his smile as he listens to the weyrlings and sees the awards, and his arms crossed over his chest coupled with a growing frown as he watches the graduating...riders? Or children. He can't quite tell.
C'daer laughs, holding the hat out and offering a handshake. "I was glad to have you in my wing," he murmurs, and shoos her on down the line. More brownriders are called, and then, "T'nar, rider to brown Baedanth. The one in the cape." He picks another hat up off the table and waits for him to approach.
Andariel can't help herself now, Ilesyn's comment elicits a short burst of laughter, though thankfully she doesn't notice where Ilesyn's glance lands or she may not have found it so funny.
Ilesyn shakes C'daer's hand, then waltzes past Avila again, repeating her performance as she places the hat upon her head, eyelashes fluttering all the way back to the group of weyrlings-turned-riders.
S'vilen leans slightly towards J'van watching the weyrlings, his lips moving as he speaks in an undertone. He mutters to J'van, "... graduation..."
Vasmar joins his clapping politely between a muted exchange of gossip between himself and a member of the Fort Weyr kitchen staff. Some 'hmmms' and 'aaahs' as he nods his head, eyes following one weyrling and then the other as he merrily congratulates the lot of them.
T'nar approaches the Weyrlingmaster with a dignified step, waiting for the tables to be tuned on him. A quiet nod as he waits.
"The award for Randiest Weyrling Dragon," Daer says, and presents it to him. "Not only greens, but a gold as well. And if Baedanth's as talented as he is persistant, well, the greenriders.." He grins, and offers his hand to T'nar.
This paper hat is fashioned into the shape of a dragon, a simple ring of paper for the crown and extremities attached. The wings, made of stiffer paper, flare out over each ear; on one is written 'Randiest Weyr' and on the other 'ling Dragon.' The eyes on this dragon have been colored a bright purple and he has a big, blood-dripping grin. Around the crown of the hat is written in gold and green letters, 'Elaesyth Leyrith Gynraeth.'
E'tren is listening on some level to what's going on around him, but that sweater... it requires so much fuzzball plucking, and his attention is /so/ taken up by it. Mmhmm.
J'van nods to S'vilen, his gaze still on the weyrlings and the 'ceremony'. He isn't pleased.
L'in mouths to J'van, 'They'll be yours soon.', just to make the Weyrleader feel better, of course, then turns to Aelis with a semi-serious expression. "Outbursts of coughing at occasions such as these can be quite embarassing, don't you think? Best we should tend to the problem before it gets out of hand?" From his pocket emerges a small flask shaped bottle with a deep red liquid within. "Try this? Always happy to assist!"
J'van mutters to S'vilen, "... thoughts about C'daer... Weyrlingmaster,... expect..."
Rhys, having had his eye on Aelis and her companion, snorts at that suggestion and attempts to look like he /wasn't/ listening.
Aelis thankfully isn't the type to blush or she'd be bright red by now. She reaches for the flash with an attempt at a serious look on her face. "Oh definitely. Can't keep this going, looks bad for the hall."
Ilesyn nudges Osa, once she's back in line, watching T'nar get his hat, She mutters to Osasune. Her eyes shift away; she watches the various groups around the room, smiling brilliant at the Craftmasters of her ex-craft, peering thoughtfully at the Weyrleader and his 'second.
Osasune senses "Ilesyn nudges Osa, once she's back in line, watching T'nar get his hat, "Has he even /won/ any of those? Huh." Her eyes shift away; she watches the various groups around the room, smiling brilliant at the Craftmasters of her ex-craft, peering thoughtfully at the Weyrleader and his 'second."
T'nar blinks, and then accepts his crowning with a mild shrug and a tiny grin. "Honestly, it's all Baedanth's doing," he bows to C'daer and then the 'audience,' before shaking the Weyrlingmaster's hand and taking his leave.
Looks like Daera's social moment of the month is over. After the meatroll has been devoured, Cyn's shoulder been patted on some more and her eyes have been rolled at her brother C'daer, Daera is ready to depart. Is it rude she leaves early? Probably. Does she care, from the expression on her face? Nope, not a bit. On her way out she waves to her clutchmate L'in, looks vaguely embarrassed for a moment and then stumbles outside.
Avila clears her throat and looks positively uncomfortable as Ilesyn passes. "It was only a /flight/!" she hisses after the passing brownrider. Shards. She's feeling more than a bit vulnerable here. Her eye travels the crowd for... maleness to do a little finger waggling to. Maybe Ilesyn will get the hint? She sends out a rather unfocused smile and wave... but hey. It was to a /man/ - whoever it was. Get that, Ilesyn?
Andariel gapes, she can't really think of anything else to do. "He got the award for wha..." She looks from C'daer to T'nar and back again, then risks a glance at J'van and spots his irritation and doesn't comment further.
Ilesyn evidently does not: she wiggles her fingers across the room at Avila, sighing-- dreamily?
The rest of the brownriders pass quickly, and as there are few bronze weyrlings, the last called is, "E'tren, rider to bronze Vith. Due to Vith's size - he's enormous - E'tren has had a few logistics problems and done very well. His award," he holds out the last hat, "is for Biggest Dragon Ego, because Vith's matches his size."
This paper hat is fashioned into the shape of a dragon, a simple ring of paper for the crown and extremities attached. The wings, made of stiffer paper, flare out over each ear; on one is written 'Biggest' and on the other 'Dragon Ego.' It has been colored a sort of ugly green-gold in an attempt to look bronze, and the head is three times too big for the scrawny little paper neck.
Jalis directs a very stern frown at Ilesyn and her antics, maintaining a look toward the young brownrider until she notices that she's incurred the Weyrwoman's attention -- and not very pleasant attention at that.
Osasune eyes Ilesyn, one eyebrow arching. She mutters to Ilesyn, "... don't think so.... won anything,... are... taunting... look on... constipated."
You sense Osasune eyes Ilesyn, one eyebrow arching. "I don't think so. Caledoth hasn't won anything, either... are you taunting Avila? Oh. Er. D'you see the look on J'van's face? It's utterly constipated."
L'in turns in his seat to watch Daera leaving, a confused expression finding its way to his face. That, of course, leaves Aelis with the flask for as long as she likes. Coughs can be difficult to get rid of. When he turns back, he catches sight of Rhys and flashes a smile before his attention returns to the graduation.
Cyn watches Daera depart looking faintly...disapointed. She catches Avila's look to Ilesyn and raises a brow. Hmm...and the look Ilesyn gives back? Cyn begins chuckling again. Ilesyn looking dreamy is just too funny.
Daera walks off westwards to the center bowl.
E'tren's posture and attention span instantly resume themselves when C'daer steps in his direction, his heels actually clicking together as he pulls in his slouched body. Now he is all eyes and ears for the Weyrlingmaster, no doubt because Vith is digging into him for not achieving... of course... perfection. "Well, at least you didn't say mine," the slender young man mutters as he reaches for the hat, but does not place it on his head. No, he just fingers it lightly with a lopsided expression.
T'nar takes off his 'hat' and peers intently at it. And then it's time to chortle over E'tren's hat - it suits /his/ dragon well, most certainly! More applause.
S'vilen nods slightly, watching E'tren closely. "I agree," be murmurs back to J'van.
Ilesyn smiles. She mutters to Osasune, "... but... everything, either.... fascinating to... you... her expression? I... /and/..." She smiles sweetly at the Weyrwoman, apparently unconcerned, and turns her attention back to C'daer, more or less focused.
Osasune senses "Ilesyn smiles. "Ah, but he hasn't chased everything, either. That makes the difference. Yes, of course I am. She's utterly fascinating to tease - have you seen her expression? I think J'van -- ooh, /and/ Jalis -- are having separate fits. How utterly amusing." She smiles sweetly at the Weyrwoman, apparently unconcerned, and turns her attention back to C'daer, more or less focused."
Osasune applauds again, tail on her hat bobbing. She gives Ilesyn a bit of a nervous look but says nothing further.
Aelis coughs again, this one real and caused by whatever is in L'in's flask. "Hoooo boy." She comments, possibly a little too loudly, then takes another quick swig, no cough this time. "Perfect for a cough." she wheezes, offering the flask back, adding as her voice returns to normal, "And just as good as I'd heard."
Shoshana watches E'tren as he goes towards C'daer, lips twitching at the award he recieves, breaking the serious, graduation-fitting look she's finally managed to get.
Jalis just shakes her head, looking as if she's not very pleased. These disruptive weyrlings may be unconcerned now -- but they may not be forever from the expression on the Weyrwoman's face at their disruptions. She turns her attention to the room, observing the others.
Avila pales, glancing around the room. Anyone see that? Help? The eyes scan the audience again, but she just can't help glancing at Ileysn, just to see where she's looking. You know, like passing an accident on the highway. There's a fascination with the horrific.
As the last weyrling gets passed through the line, C'daer straightens again and turns to look back out at the audience. "These are our graduated weyrlings, the newest members of Fort Weyr's fighting forces. They will face injury, stress, and ultimately death protecting our Pern for those beneath. Weyrlinghood has been a hard, long time, and I hope you will forgive us these moments of levity, as they have been few and far between for these young dragonriders. Please, everyone applaud our new riders." He leads, clapping his hands loudly and turning towards the former Magma wing.
E'tren saunters back toward the line with his hat clutched in his hand -- there's little chance it will ever find its way to his head.
L'in is obviously delighted as he accepts his flask back, sliding it into his pocket once more. "Why thank you, ma..er.. Aelis!" he fairly beams, leaning forward in a slight bow. "It's not often a lowly brownrider has the privelege of assisting a healer, you know!" That said, he bursts out in applause for the newest riders. "Congratulations!" he calls out.
Ilesyn's face contorts at mention of the word 'death', though she's back to her usual self, smiling cheerfully throughout the applause - and directly at Avila. Is that a wink?
J'van doesn't applaud, his disapproval of the levity clear - there is a time and place for everything, after all - that's what the party aftewards is meant for, not the ceremony itself. He just watches with that self-same frown.
Osasune applauds her fellow clutchmates, smiling as she glances about herself. The smile fades a note when she notices a gap in the ranks, but she continues to applaud. They made it - they deserve it.
Andariel continues her clapping, though turns up the volume a little as the last of the weyrling graduate and receive their 'awards', her final call of "congratulations", that directed at E'tren, quickly being swallowed by the rise in noise.
Sarine is still holding her hat in her hands, shakes her head with a smile as she looks it over. She seems slightly embarrassed by the applause, but turns to smile at the other weyrlings in the shared moment.
T'nar claps for everyone in his class, almost as proud of them as C'daer likely is.
K'dir, way in the back and keeping quiet as he watches, applauding for each Weyrling as he or she graduates, and giving a quiet chuckle at each creative hat (he wonders who made them all...they're marvelous contructions!) can't see what Ilesyn is u to. He's just catching glimpes of what expressions are flitting across the faces of those Weyr Leaderships who are facing the Graduation class, and wonders what's up.
Shoshana gives in to the forming smile, clapping enthusiastically for the new riders, calling a general, "Congratulations!" At the group.
S'vilen folds his arms over his chest in silence, turning his head slightly to find Jalis. After a moment, he moves his hands and applauds in a subdued manner, expressionless.
Romilly claps a little more enthusiasticaly as the last weyrling passes and this particular section comes to a close, she continues however to watch the other things which seem to be transpiring this evening.
Vasmar notes the strange tension in the room, the warring sides: Riders and Ex-Weyrlings and his lips compress slightly in puzzlement. He turns to ask someone beside him a question but finds himself alone as people begin to move forward to extend congratulations to those they know. He's left with a confused frown, watching the Weyrleaders to see what they might say.
Aelis chuckles. "Ah there's nothing lowly about a brownrider, though really I should return the favour you know. Maybe next time you're sick, or hurt or ... something, you could come to the hall and I could treat you. Not quite the same, but I have some lovely mango brandy from Southern." She grins, then adds. "For medicinal purposes of course."
Rhys winks back at L'in before he adds his applause.
C'daer, quite content with his graduation ceremony - passing thirty-some weyrlings through a line of handshaking is fairly boring, so to his way of thinking, the spice is nice - turns back to face front as the clapping dies down. He looks over towards the Weyrwoman, Weyrleader, and Weyrsecond, waiting.
Avila appauds, and then, holding up her hand, steps to the front. "No doubt, you may have heard of my romance scrolls. I have written a story for each of you, which will be given to each of you sometime in the next few sevendays. I... um... have to make a few changes in some of them." She glances back over to Ilesyn and pales. "Significant changes, actually."
J'van steps forward as C'daer makes his last speech and the applause dies down, waiting for silence.
T'nar finds himself wondering at Jalis' rather dark frown, and he suddenly slips into hunt mode, scanning the 'Leaders and heads of the Wdeyr for any telltale signs.
Andariel's hands still as J'van moves, her own contribution to the noise falling away into nothingness,
"Yes, it's that big," E'tren can be heard muttering to himself when the room suddenly silences. Appearing /vaguely/ sheepish, he quiets suddenly and turns his attention to J'van.
Ilesyn's eyes dance at Avila's pallor, and she refrains - more or less - from goading the greenrider further, by merely smiling, restrainedly. She's silent.
Cyn purses her lips at C'daer's speech, managing to look serious, and brooding. More brooding, actually. An eyebrow is raised at Avila. What a present. A glance is given around at the assembled werylings. No B'lotto to gossip with. He should have been here. Carefully she crosses her arms over her stomach, turnign to J'van and listening.
L'in's brow shoots up at the invitation from Aelis and the mention of Southern brandy. "Really? Oh, I certainly appreciate the offer! If you don't mind, I'll take you up on that, too. Hmm. I would be thrilled if you could help me with a small scar? I've heard healers know exactly how to minimize them." He pauses, looking toward J'van curiously.
Shoshana is quick to quiet her applause as J'van steps forward, attention and eyes trained on the Weyrleader.
"Scars? Oh no problem." Aelis nods, "I could definitely work on that for you, althoug it might take a couple of treatments beffore there was any result. You should come down and see me at the hall. Often."
Avila focuses her eyes on J'van. Pointedly. Smiling. Smiling with interest, even. See, Ilesyn? She cautions a glance in her direction, only to catch that wink. Avila's head snaps right around to J'van again. Sweet Faranath, what ever she does, it's not looking in the audience again!
Osasune watches J'van in silence, hat perched jauntily on her head.
J'van steps forward with a slight smile to Avila "I'm sure they will look forward to reading those.." he murmurs, before turning to the Weyrlings again, and pinning them with a look "I'm glad you are all amused at what is meant to be a serious occasion. I hope that when you do get tapped into a wing you show better understanding of when levity is required and when it isn't." He looks towards the guests "Thank you all for coming - there is a party now for those who wish to stay, and for those who don't, we have riders to take you back to your homes." He looks briefly over at Jalis and then to the Weyrlings and "Dismissed." And he walks away, towards the Weyrwoman, without a backward glance at the newly graduated riders.
L'in ohhhs softly, a nod accenting his mutter as he turns back to Aelis after J'van speaks. "I'm sure I could get away for whatever treatments you'd deem appropriate. I could bring more of my brew if you like, to complement yours, of course. Are you hungry? I believe there are very good deserts, if you're so inclined."
S'vilen listens, head tilted, to J'van's speech, brief as it is. When the Weyrleader concludes, dismissing the group, he falls into step behind him, following J'van towards Jalis.
Ilesyn makes faces again, after J'van has turned away, rolling her eyes. "What's the point," she gripes to herself, beneath her breath, as she falls out of line.
Andariel blinks at J'van for a moment, moving back and disappearing into the crowd, then reappearing down the cavern a little, nearer to the weyrleadership.
Jalis leans in to say something soft to S'vilen and J'van when they approach her. But just as she does so she catches Ilesyn's face and gives her the foulest kind of scowl that indicates trouble may be ahead for the young girl's disrespect.
C'daer grins over his shoulder at the Weyrlings, and steps away into the crowd, moving towards the refreshments - he's been talking, and loudly.
Rhys looks around as the audience disperses, then turns to Romilly. "Well, Master, would you like something to drink? I'm at your service." And the declaration is accompanied by his best attempt at a seated bow.
E'tren is all too glad to let his posture slip as he steps out of the line, talking to one the now former weyrling that was standing next to him. Parting from him, the man beelines toward the drink tables and secures himself a half-full skin of Telgar white. "Shards how I've missed you," he all but whispers as he hugs the skin to his chest.
Flapflap go the wins on Cyn's hat as she moves towards the corner, nursing a glass of benden. Time to retreat from all these people. She takes a long sip and glances around the cavern, thoughtful.
Ilesyn regards Jalis, levelly, and absolutely calmly. She turns upon her heels, still wearing her hat, and steps towards the serving table, mouthing something beneath her breath.
Osasune sighs, eyes rolling up to try to look at the hat on her head, then over to Ilesyn. She trails after to the refreshment table.
T'nar silenty falls out of line, his eyes still drawn towards the positively /cheerful/ Weyrleadership even as he hunts down - a wonderful glass of white wine. A nod to E'tren. "Over here, Eon. Not Benden, but sstill pretty good."
Aelis nods, though J'van's words have taken a little of the humour from her. "Oh we'd definitely have to try both and see which were better medically. Might even take quite a long trial." She pauses, looking for signs of the trouble she feels brewing and then shrugs, perhaps remembering it's not hers to deal with here. "There's always time for dessert." she finally answers, grinning again. "Shall we?"
Vasmar looks uncertain if he should stay or not. He looks unable to find any of his companions and sighs, "sharding well ditched me." he grumbles under his breath and then breaks into a small smile, "wherrybutt..." with that he moves to join the line of folks heading for the party, for good or ill that might happen during the event.
Sarine doesn't seem too upset at J'van's words, perhaps because she just stood there pretty quietly during the presentation of hats. She steps away from the line and moves forward into the room, starting to mingle with the people who came.
E'tren actually pets the wineskin in his arms as he turns toward T'nar with an, "Hmm? Already got some," he says, displaying the skin he's claimed as his own, despite the odd looks he's been given. He trudges over in that direction anyhow, a mug clutched in one hand, and plops down at a table. "Shards, however did I survive without this?"
After a moment's pause, the small band of harpers in the corner deems the timing appropriate, and strikes up, beginning a tune cheerful enough for dancing, but not loud enough to inhibit conversation.
Avila heads right for that wine as well, glancing over to keep an eye on Ilesyn, mostly so she can be sure that there's something - or someone - substantial between them. She waves to L'in, but doesn't interject. The man seems to be on a mission. Shards. Protection?
Romilly watches the unfolding of events as the weyrs leadership moves off with a certain indifference. She nods to Rhys with a smile "that would be nice, thank you" and with that she stands up and smooths out her robe, wondering what to do with herself next.
"We made it," remarks Ilesyn, slowly, towards Osa. She's peering through the crowd so as to glance at Avila if she possibly can, whilst filling her glass with juice.
Eyes settle on Illesyn and Osasune for a moment and Cyn takes another deep sip of wine. She slams the drink down and stands, moving quickly towards the door, not looking right or left but straight ahead. What -has- gotteninto her?
L'in stands, offering his hand to the Apprentice Master. "A woman after my own heart! I have a real penchant for sweets. It's been my downfall at times. Well, that and the brew do tend to put on the weight!" He grins, shrugging. Just about then he catches Avila's wave and wiggles his fingers toward her. "Oh, Avila? Have you met Healer Apprentice Master Aelis?"
J'van says something to Jalis, then turns to greet some of the guests, Sanriel and Romilly included "Thank you for coming - I'll be back shortly..." he murmurs, before heading out after the Weyrwoman
Osasune inclines her head to Ilesyn. She mutters to Ilesyn, "... must... all laughter... hidework... the..."
You sense Osasune inclines her head to Ilesyn. "Mmmhmmmn. Now we must clear all laughter via hidework with the Weyrleaders."
"It went well, I think," Daer says to Avila, finding him in the same place as her. He downs half a glass of wine, looks briefly blissful, and turns to see who's calling the assistant weyrlingmaster. "L'in! Hey, been a while, and," he notes his companion, and nods respectfully towards her.
Andariel silently slips towards the door, following after the weyrleaders or perhaps returning to her own weyr.
Rhys takes Romilly's hand and tucks it securely around his arm. "This way, ma'am," he gestures, and leads her off through the crowd. "Do you prefer white, or red? OR shall we hunt L'in down, and make him share a bit of whatever he and the Apprentice Master are drinking?"
Aelis takes L'in's hand quite happily and smiles warmly to Avila as she's introduced. "Well me Avila." She pauses reading the knot worn, "Assistant weyrlingmaster. Care to join us? I was just about to be introduced to some dessert."
Shoshana also heads for the bowl, after offering congratulations to some of the ex-weyrlings. Though it's doubtful that she's following the stream of 'leaders, since she's muttering something about hidework.
Vasmar takes a plate full of food and a glass of wine and finds himself a place to sit with a group of visiting Telgar folk.
Ilesyn positively smirks. "Oh, that's right!" Gleeful smiles, as she sips at her juice. "I'm vastly amused."
Her harpers fully capable of doing their duty without her supervision, Sanriel heads off through the crowd, waving to friends and acquaintances before she finds herself near the refreshment table and C'daer. Oops.
C'daer refills his wine glass, grins nervously at Sanriel, and slips off to circulate; he ends up at the table with Telgarians and Vasmar. "Evening," he says pleasantly, nodding around the table, and blinks at Vasmar. "Seems like I should know you?"
Romilly gives a small giggle as she is lead off by the Journeyman "I think i'll stick with some red, I spotted the coughing fit Aels had when she tried some of L'ins" she smiles "I think it would be better I stayed sober for tonight, good first impressions or something"
K'dir is just hanging at the back of the Living Cavern, being quiet and casual.
Osasune shakes her head a little, getting a cup of wine and a little sweetroll. She nibbles on that, glancing toward the exit. "I hope C'daer doesn't get in trouble."
L'in extends himself toward a rather large plate of desserts, careful not to dislodge his hand from Aelin's as he stretches. "Mmmff. Here we go.. I'd suggest the orangeish ones, quite tasty.", he says as he places the plate on a small table nearby. Once more the flask is extracted from his pocket with his now-free hand. "More? Before I drink it all?", he grins, chuckling.
"Certainly," Rhys agrees, and slips off the last few feet to secure two flutes of the elixir for himself and his companion. "Here you go," he offers one of the glasses, then sips from his own. "Have you met the Weyrleadership, then?"
T'nar shrugs as the Weyrleaders, Weyrsecond, and junior weyrwoman depart, waving to K'dir at the back of the room. He makes his way over to the Weyrlingmaster, and quietly ventures something.
Vasmar looks up mid-joke from a grizzled looking veteran and grins at C'daer, "Weyrlingmaster. Pleasure to see you again. I believe we met before the hatching. Seems like quite awhile ago, I'm Vasmar." He makes a few introductions to the people he's just himself been introduced to.
Denied! Sanriel pouts a little as C'daer escapes, but looks around for someone else to terrorize.
When T'nar wanders off again, E'tren shrugs and pulls his wine skin tightly to him as he sneaks off to go celebrate with Vith.
T'nar mutters to C'daer, ""I find myself... that... into... of unhappy... was a very... Turns of..."
Aelis grins and happily reaches for the flask with her free hand. "Most definitely. Especially before we try the orange..." she peers at it for a second. "Thing. It really tastes nice?"
Ilesyn regards the door thoughtfully, and then shrugs. "They shouldn't. I thought that was amusing - /fun/. Far better than some formal ceremony where everyone rattles on forever about stupid things."
C'daer nods around the table again at the introductions, "I don't remember your name, though," he mentions to Vasmar, and turns to listen to T'nar. "Thank you," he says quietly, and gives the brownrider a small, amused smile. "We shall see."
"Well, not stupid things, but - I don't know. I'm glad it wasn't stuffy. I was so nervous and I thought I'd trip or fall or something, but it was funny and relaxed me and stuff," Osasune tells Ilesyn, clutching her cup. "And I like my hat."
"Me, too." Ilesyn pauses. "Didn't you need to go, and /go/? Or has that gone now that you're not nervous."
Vasmar turns an interested look at T'nar as he speaks with the Weyrlingmaster at the same time he does, "And you are?" Having already given his name he just grins at the new brownrider, one eyebrow arching slightly in question. "Well, it's no wonder you don't, I was only here for a quick visit then." He mentions to C'daer and then resumes looking at T'nar.
C'daer murmurs, "Right, Vasmar," and looks vaguely frazzled.
T'nar gives Vasmar a small bow. "Please forgive the interruption, sir. I thought it was important to speak to the Weyrlingmaster now." A half-smile. "As you likely heard already, T'nar, brown Baedanth's rider."
L'in laughs, slipping a hand out of Aelis' as he replies. "You don't sound convinced? I remember long ago, Jalis stole me from Monaco Weyr to come here and build a brewery. Honeath saw to it that it never got completed." A chuckle comes easily as he motions to the healer. "Go ahead, it really does get easier the more you drink it."
"It went when I wasn't nervous. That's another thing - it was nice to go through a ceremony without needing to do that," Osasune remarks to Ilesyn, having another sip of wine.
Vasmar nods his head, "I heard, but an introduction is better first hand." He looks at the few empty chairs that have just been vacated as those sitting with him have stepped off, either to leave or visit elsewhere, "Care to join me? You look as though you could both use a drink of wine."
Ilesyn takes a long swig at her juice, nodding. "I'll bet. It must be a nervous trait of yours. Did you need to go during the hatching, perhaps?"
Sanriel catches sight of another interesting pair, and slips up to Ilesyn and Osasune after confiscating a glass of wine. "Congratulations, you two!" She offers brightly.
Romilly takes the offered glass of wine from Rhys and takes a quick sip to whet her throat after the ceremony, "not yet, I think I can guess who some of them are from earlier" she glances round the room "this is actually my first time visiting the weyr, so whats been happening round here theres a lot of tension at the moment it seems" she asks inquisitively.
K'dir talks quietly to a few of the riders in his Wing, listening more than talking, and quietly makes his way slowly over to congradulate the new Riders on their graduation.
"Well, I ought to go and circulate, I think I saw the Healer Craftmaster, and Master Sanriel, and, well." Daer grins. "I need to circulate myself some food, too - and if I don't get stopped by anyone, I'll be back." He lifts his glass in farewell, and moves off towards Romilly.
"Uh huh," Osa confirms. "Then Caledoth was there, and I forgot, and - hello, Master Sanriel!" Osasune grins at the Harper. "Thank you."
Aelis chuckles lightly, "Oh this," she takes a swig "I don't have a problem with." even though her voice sounds a little hoarse. "That." and she waves the flask towards the dessert, "Looks a little scary."
Trust Ilesyn, to talk about bodily functions at a party. "Sanriel!" she greets, comfortably. "Thank you - I think. I've probably just cemented my fate as doing dirty jobs for the next fifteen turns at least, though. Should I be happy?"
T'nar cocks an eyebrow at his drained glass of white, and smirks slightly. "I'd not mind another, most certainly..." It seems the brownrider is fishing for a name?
Rhys nods. "I don't quite understand, either. I believe the Weyrleader was irritated by the tone of the ceremony - but then again, the whole weyr has been in a bit of an uproar for some time now. Never calm, you know." He winks, and takes a sip. "We'll just step over and introduce you right, if you'd like?"
Vasmar nods to C'daer, "of course! Nice to say hello again." He lifts his glass in way of farewell and takes a long drink. He grins at T'nar, "Vasmar, that'd be me. Best pot scru
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