Celebrations (1st Hatching Feast)

.: Weyrling Zurianna of Midori Masumith :.
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Zurianna did not own a green dresses. Had she done so, she would have worn it to honour Masumith, even if it would have been entirely the wrong kind of green because such pale shades in clothing did not suit her dark complexion. Instead she had drawn a long dress in deep harper blue from it's safe place among her things. It had a halter neckline with a low back, fitted perfectly to her figure, with swirls of gold and silver stitching down the back. Her hair was pulled back into a loose braid which had been tucked back into itself. A beautiful necklace with a stone of shifting blue tones hung around her neck.

Have fun Masumith had stirred when Zurianna had come in to get ready and now the soft midori settled back into a true deep sleep. Tor settled on Zuri's shoulder as she quietly closed the door, the bronze dragonet being careful not to break the bare skin beneath his talons.

The dark woman nodded her acknowledgements to those who approached her when she entered the dining hall. She had expected to have a number of people come up to her, after all, the weyr only had two full queens, one of which was her darling Masumith, and the other Masumith's mother Nagith. Still, she had not expected to be swamped by well-wishers quick so quickly.

A part of her scanned the crowds for a pair of small dark heads, before she realized she was being silly. Her girls would have been sent to bed by now. Politely she excused herself from the group of people who had ambushed her, claiming a hunger which was not false.

Her father had been so happy to see her walk off the Sands with the masked Murasaki before her. It was easy to tell that Zweliath would be a handful, but as Tia watched her young dragon sleep, she couldn't be happier. As it was, her father had sent her a new gown for the Hatching Feast, something she hadn't expected from him. It was lovely on her and with her hair down, it added to the beauty of the dress.

As Tia stepped into the Hall, she found herself suddenly missing Zweliath, who hadn't even stayed awake long enough to see her off. No, at this moment, the Murasaki was sleeping off a full belly, while Tia suddenly found herself about to panic due to all the new things. Luckily, he father stopped by long enough to calm her down before he disappeared into the crowd and she found herself joining the other Weyrlings. It was good to see those that had Impressed there to share in the honor of the feast with her.

Even though Iryasa was a mother of three and Junior Weyrwoman, she still blushed deeply as Emori complemented her loveliness. "You flatter me, sir," she stated, a small smile gracing her lips, as she tried to look around the crowd to not let the Headman see how much his kind words had meant to her. Essamoryth would never approved at the Headman, due to the fact that a. there was no dragon for her and b. there was no power to be gained by the affections, but Iryasa found the more time she worked alongside the Headman, the more she favored his company over the males that rode the dragons that won her Chimera. Of course, that line of thought earned her a hiss from the Queen, which made the smile grow all the more.

Of course, at that moment, her oldest son, Tariasa, came running up to her and tugged on the bottom part of her dress. He wanted a kiss and hug before he went off to bed and Iryasa could see the crechewoman practically bouncing up and down trying to get him to come back to her. She waved to the crechewoman, hoping she understood that it was no trouble at all. "Please excuse me for just a moment, Emori," she offered to the Headman before gracefully scooping down to her son's level, which wasn't to much of a drop as the boy was growing like a weed. "Have your sisters been put to bed?" she asked her son, earning a nod. The young boy was more interested in the Feast than actually wanting to go to bed, which explained why his crechemother was practically mentally tying him down. She couldn't stop the musical laughter that spilled from her lips. "Alright. It's getting late, so I need you to go with Myrdia and go to bed. I'll be there later," she stated, leaning forward and kissing her son on the forehead. He wrapped his arms around her neck in a quick hug and kissed her cheek before running off to the crechewoman who grabbed his outstretched hand and took him off to her private weyr. Sighing, Iryasa stood once more beside Emori, watching as her son left.

"He's so close to reaching the age where he could Stand . . . That's all he talks about now-a-days. Wanting to follow in his father's footsteps and Impressing a big strong Aoi," she said, not really talking to Emori, more expressing motherly concern for her son. Shaking her head, she returned to the Feast, mentally, and found she remembered Emori asking her to share a glass of wine and a meal with him before Tariasa had come up. "Thank you for waiting, Emori. And I would love to share a meal and wine with you," she said, the smile back on her lips. She waited for him to lead her to wherever he wanted to sit. Seeing as Haruka was missing, for whatever reason, she should be stepping up and helping be sure the Feast went off without a hitch, but Akadeanna was also here and between the two of them, Iryasa knew she could at least relax for a little while before she had to return to duty.



The Hatching had been one of grand excitement. One or two of the Candidates she had brought in had Impressed and she was happy, but she was also happy to see that only one baby had the misfortune of being a dud. That thought brought a tear to the Kuroirider's eyes but her albino kin flit, Snow, crooned and nuzzled her cheek from her position on her shoulder. Pushing what had happened from her mind, Kelit stepped into the Hall and joined the others in the Hatching Feast. She smiled as she watched the newly bonded Weyrlings move about the room. Oh how her Hatching Feast had gone. Askookth had been such a wreck she had had to leave early because he couldn't stand to be away from her. And I still don't . . . but I've grown, she heard, knowing what her dragon meant. As a newly Hatched dragon, Askookth had tried to crawl into the Hatching Feast and ended up knocking over a few tables in the process. Hence the reasoning behind her leaving early.

Grinning, Kelit told her Kuroi she wouldn't be there long, plus she had Snow to keep her out of trouble. She only got a grumble for her words. As a drudge walked by with a tray, Kelit took a goblet of wine and took a sip. The liquid ran down her tongue and put a small fire in her belly. It warmed her to her toes and made her feel a little more at ease in the ridiculous dress she was wearing. How she had been talked into it, she would never know. T'hex and his smooth words. The gown was beautiful, but the slit up the side showed a lot of leg and it was odd for the fiery red head to be seen like that. There had been talk about putting her hair up, but Kelit had drawn the line at that and made a hasty retreat away from the drudge woman and T'hex.

Now, standing at the Feast, Snow eyeing the food, Kelit found herself kind of sitting at a table alone, with her wine, and pretty dress. She watched as the Weyrlings filed in and kind of drifted off into her own little world.

When Emori mentioned his children, Iryasa remembered that the Headman one child more than she, but all four of his children were older than her Tariasa. "I worry about him, about all my children when they start Standing as Candidates," she admitted as Emori led her through the crowd of people. She dipped her head to those that nodded in greeting to her, but no one stepped forward to stop the pair from heading toward the table laden with food.

Her fingers flexed a little at Emori's forearm. As she walked through the crowd, her head barely coming to Emori's chest-shoulder area but she felt like she was the tallest woman in the world by the high of walking by Emori's side. Since arriving at Sabishi Weyr, Emori had been a key part of the Weyr working like a well oiled machine. She had heard he had been promoted by the past Headwoman and the previous Weyrwoman had agreed. Haruka kept him as the Headman and it was a decision that Iryasa agreed with. There probably wasn't another person, male or female, that could keep the Weyr running like Emori did. The smile on her face didn't die as she listened to him speak.

"He was so upset that he wasn't able to Stand at Nagith's clutch though now he's set on Standing for Essamoryth's next clutch," she mentioned, though the tone of her voice was a little unhappy. She never regretted Impressing her Queen but there were days that they were so different she wondered why she was chosen. Of course, those times were normally around Risings and Clutches, either Essamoryth's or another dragon's.

As they reached the food, Iryasa had to gracefully hide how big her smile had gotten and the blush that was slowly spreading down from her cheeks to her throat. She wanted to say that her son was nothing like her but she couldn't argue with so many who said he was like her. She was actually a little unsure what to do when Emori took up two plates and began making her plate depending on what she nodded toward certain foods that she wanted but she honestly felt odd basically twirling her thumbs while someone else made her plate. However, when Emori chuckled and began speaking again, she turned to see his twin girls, dressed so similar that she couldn't tell who was who, walking through the crowd. "Oh my. I don't know how you do with with twin girls . . . I'm sure to a parent you can tell the difference, but if I don't speak to them often enough, I'd never know which was who," she stated, grinning.

"Would you like for me to carry my plate to the table?" she asked.



Honestly, Seryn hadn't thought she'd be standing here, and if you had told her a few sevendays ago that she'd Impress and willingly be staying at Sabishi Weyr, she'd have laughed in their face. However, as she walked into the Feast, dressed in a lovely gown that had been provided for her by the sweet Headman Emori. Of course, Biorth hadn't been happy that she was wearing blue and black instead of red and black, but she finally got it through his thick skull that she hadn't been prepared for a red and black dragon. Of course, Devil was perfectly thrilled that his human was in blue instead of red and he showed it by sitting on her shoulder tall and proud and not biting fingers.

Currently, she made her way to the tables, taking a seat before she passed out. Her leg had been bandaged and it was currently fine, but she knew that it would eventually be throbbing and that would be the time she would head back to the barracks and resting, per the Healer's and Biorth's instructions.

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Akadeanna watches her siblings and her weyrmate wander off mingling among the others, she was proud of the twins both impressing Kins.

Akadeanna turns her attention to the new Midori Rider and she smiles and says, “Yes, it’s Zurianna isn’t it?” She smiles at the young woman and says, “Yes I do have time to speak with you. I was just watching my weyrmate and twin siblings.” She reaches up and rubs Warpers eyeridges and says, “This is Warper.”