Opening the Book {Hatching Feast}

[Bellatora]

Amaelia frowned at the supposed Weyrleader and the temporary Weyrwoman who were sitting in the corner unhappily. It should ahve been Rel presiding over this clutch. It should ahve been her dragoness watching the eggs. But it hadn't been. It was Tyranith who had. It was she herself who was watching over the clutch.

She was wearing the pale orange-gold dress which matched one of the colors of her dragon's hide. She felt her hands sweat. That stupid woman had refused so much as make the congratulatory speech. Amaelia had no experience. But... she supposed this would help with Tyranith's first clutch and... they deserved the proper congratulations.

It had been Amaelia who had seen to it that the shoulder knots in... whatever color it was... had been made at the last minute. They knew nothing about these colors, so it was hard to give them a proper rank... But.... she had made her best guess.

"Welcome everyone, to the hatching feast to congratulate our new Weyrlings! Welcome to the ranks of the dragonriders to all of you! This is a proud day and one to be celebrated!" She smiled and bowed slightly, taking a step back to her seat. Outside Tyranith roared her agreement, her wings spread wide to the sky as she congratulated them.

Welcome to our world, younglings!

With that she fell silent and settled onto the Weyrheights to rest. This was a festival for hers, the humans and any younglings who chose to attend. But for her... this was a time to rest. A time to be watching out for them and for her Weyr. Though she put on the facade of not caring flawlessly.

[Sayu]

K'nae of Green Moriith and Rikula of Gold Majoriith

K'nae shrugged into his best looking tunic and pants, adjusting it for Moriith to see. The green was tired already, her eyes drooping as well as her head till it rested gently on her forepaws. "What do you think love?" He bent over to pet the dragonet, still amazed that she was hers. And you are Mine. K'nae laughed gently as he dropped to his knees to hug her. "Of course Moriith, of course. How do I look though?" The green tilted her head and crooned, nudging Hers.

"I'll take that as a sleepy good?" When she nodded and replied in emotions only, he knew that she needed to stay here. "Alright, I'll keep in touch in case you want to come after all." Moriith was already asleep though, and it was a few more moments before the boy was able to finally leave her side. Off he went finally though, weaving around corners until finally he was cut off. "What are you doing here?!?"

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Rikula, do we really have to go? Please say we don't....pleeeeaaaaase! Majoriith's voice echoed in Riku's head as she searched through her chest of clothes. There weren't many things, and the majority of it were tunics and pants for candidate chores. At her gold's voice though, the weyrling stopped what she was doing and looked at her. On one hand she wanted to say no they didn't. Everything in her in fact wanted to stay as far away as possible from the banquet. She didn't want to deal with the fawning that might come from impressing a Queen, and Rikula knew that Majoriith didn't want it either.

RikulaMine? The weyrling snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the Gold. "I wish we could sweetheart, I really do. They'll just worry and come after us though probably." The dragonet keened softly, her head drooping down to the floor. "Don't worry, I'll be there the entire time Majoriith." The dragonet considered this for a moment, then finally gave in. Don't you dare leave me Rikula...I can't do this on my own.

The girl nodded, finally finding a honey brown dress to slip on. It went with the faded bronze-gold of her dragon's hide, but also had bits of white and red in it too. You look beautiful. "It was my mother's." Rikula trailed off as she looked in the looking glass at her reflection. Pulling the braid out so that the dark brown hair waved around her shoulders, the weyrling pulled it back part way to keep control of the unruly mass. "Okay, let's go...but wait."

Majoriith waited patiently, perfectly happy to not be going anywhere involving people. When Rikula pulled out a deep red scarf though made out of a sheer fabric and moved to put it around her neck, the dragonet shied away. What is that?!?! What are you doing?!?! It won't hurt will it...you wouldn't hurt me though, you're Mine. "No sweetheart, it's a scarf...I want to put it around your neck so you'll have some decoration too. You deserve to have something pretty, you know other than just your hide." She looked at the queenlet, the dragonet taking a moment to look from the shear fabric to her now freshly oiled hide. Okay......

Finally getting it around and pinning it with a pendant, Rikula took a step back to observe her work. "It all went together...the dress, the shoes I'm wearing, that scarf and jewel. It was the last thing mother got from father before the died." Majoriith nudged Hers gently before licking the girl's hand. "You're right. We're together now." She smiled down at her, for once not afraid of the idea of being Majoriith's rider. Stepping out, they walked down the hall till Rikula heard voices, ones that were not too quiet.

"How dare you insolent children come here and impress?!?! Your sister should be mine to marry off, now what shall I tell Thinek and his son?" Riku watched as her uncle moved forward to hit K'nae, but Majoriith was there first. Don't you dare hurt Mine's brother! You will leave them alone! SisterMine and I are the only ones that they will bond to, they are ours and no one can say anything different....especially not you. The gold snapped her jaws at the man, hissing as she watched him with swirling red eyes. Rikula was by her side and pulling her brother behind her in an instant.

He had already been hit, and the green form of Moriith skidding to a stop was proof that it had been hard enough to wake even the sleeping green. "I suggest you do as she says Uncle." She narrowed her eyes at the man, turning a cold tone into her voice. The man looked from the Gold, finally realizing just what his niece had done. Smiling now, he laughed. "This will do fine....oh yes. This isn't the last you will hear from me." Riku didn't say anything, instead her gold's continued hiss was enough to prove her thoughts. With that, the older man turned and left the siblings in the hall with their hatchlings.

"Are you okay" Rikula fussed over K'nae until the boy shook her hand off. "I'm fine...just shocked a bit. I'm fine really Moriith." The green keened worried at Hers and circling around him like an unhappy feline. Majoriith was standing stock still, her eyes wide and gleaming a mixture of green and orange. I didn't mean to Mine...I'm sorry, I hate being mean...oh I hate it. I couldn't let him take you and Moriith's though, I just couldn't. "It's okay Majoriith, sometimes force is necessary."

The gold still keened though, hiding behind Hers' legs. "Okay, it's alright. No more mean Majoriith, got it. I'll be the mean one." She smirked as she said it, and the dragonet nuzzled her side. Good. Turning to K'nae and his green, Rikula gave him a quick hug. "Come on, let's walk together." Nodding, he took her arm and they walked as a group the rest of the way to the banquet. They got there just as Tyranith said her welcome, and instantly at the sight of the large gathering, Rikula and Majoriith shrunk back.

I can't do this.....I...vadngoanvodasgndsoavna......canognasovnadsovnadsonv......canogndaovna.....MINE?!?! Hearing her strange, mixed up phrases, K'nae raised an eye brow. "What's she doing?" Rikula tried her best not to laugh at the gold who had gone completely still again. "I think that dose of confidence wore off." She rubbed Majoriith's eye-ridges, abruptly cutting off the rambling of nonsense syllables. "You'll be fine."

[Bellatora]

Tyranith stood, hearing and feeling the young gold's distress. She stood, hissing herself. This would not do. Not at all. This Weyr was soon to become hers and her Rider's. It would run the way that she would have it run. And Majoriith was a young queen who needed protecting and Hers needed protecting. She had looked after her and protected her as an egg. Now the queenlet would be just as protected.

Come young ones. Have yours come to see mine and I in the bowl shortly. We will be waiting for you.

Amaelia frowned and looked around the room. Where were S'bel and K'lin when she needed them. M'nao and Reltavia were no help right now. She snorted in irritation and continued out of the Dining Hall, doing her best not to cause any alarm to others as she left the banquet for the good of those there.

Tyranith was already waiting by the time she arrived. You should have asked for S'bel and Maerath and for K'lin and Bearith, darling.

Tyranith snorted. They can come or they cannot. It matters little to me. But this matter might be private and may be best left that way.

Amaelia shook her head and sighed. That was true to a point, she supposed. Amaelia reached Tyranith by that point and placed a hand on her leg. The dragoness was huge. Her eyes swirled red with agitation.

It didn't help that her ever impending flight came closer with everyday.

Raevin had been sitting in the back of the dining hall. He was very quiet. He hadn't Impressed. Again. He was sure something was up. His flitter was sitting on his shoulder, his eyes whirling red, ducking his head and letting a low hiss out at anyone who came too close.

There were more people here than there had been for most hatching feasts in his more recent memories. Hatchings just weren't as big a deal ever since dragon's went out of the need. however.... with these new engineered clutches, things had become much bigger.

Daedra and Green Mrith

Daedra wasn't much like some of the other riders who were so very in love with their temporary Weyrwoman. Rel had never struck her as a particularly good leader to say teh least. Neither had she been particularly... kind. But she was doing her job in leading the Weyr. That much was true. That much she would admit to. Mrith seemed to sigh. she was bored. She wanted to be part of the party too... but she was just too big to fit into the cavern. Daedra chuckled at the image of the dragoness attempting to come into the dinging hall. Mrith just snorted again and didn't say a word.

Daedra smiled and moved across the floor looking for K'lin, her quiet smile and confident demeanor probably the most attractive thing about the short woman. Her dress was a bright green much like the color of her dragoness which was hard to miss. She had had it made shortly after Impressing to the dragon. It hadn't been particularly cheap at the time... but, she felt it was worth it.

Daedra sighed, running a hand over her short hair for a moment before turning around and heading towards food. Maybe he would be there feeding his stomach... or his new pets. Or both.

[Sayu]

Rikula of Gold Majoriith

Majoriith was curled up around Rikula's feet now that she had taken a seat. It was nice being in the back of the room, no one had pointed them out quite yet, and the two had hunkered down in the furthest point away from the crowd. Majoriith had even slipped under a table. When the Senior Queen's voice entered her mind though, she jumped up, hitting her head and making her eyes whirl an unhappy and painful red.

Tyranith calls us RikulaMine. We should go...they want to meet in the Bowl...that sounds good, it sounds far away from here. By the way...what is the Bowl? Rikula tilted her head at the queenlet as she spoke up, the dragonet's head popping up from under the table. "Well, can't keep them waiting can we?" She scooted out of the corner, hoping that no one tried to follow them for a congratulations or hello. Rikula could barely deal with someone constantly in her head let alone someone outside of it. Majoriith keened softly, her sudden sound making a nearby dragonet perk its head. Riku recognized Moriith. Careful Majoriith. Your emotions effect theirs, your a Queen remember? The gold hissed at that, but it was a soft and weak sound.

What's so great about being a Queen? They only love me because I'll clutch...no one actually cares about me though. Save perhaps for Tyranith, and you and Moriith and Hers of course. Rikula stopped for a moment, shocked that the dragonet really was that uncomfortable with herself. Then again, wasn't Riku much the same? Sighing, the weyrling bent down to scratch the eye-ridges in just the right place. It was strange how she already knew that, but it was if the itch was on her own body. There was one on Majoriith's wing too. "I'll have to re-oil you before bed."

The dragonet crooned, nudging Hers forward and out through the door before anything else could prevent them from meeting Amaelia and her Queen.Once they were there though, Majoriith stood still and craned her neck up at the much larger Gold. Will I be that big one day Mine? Tyranith? Rikula was wondering the same thing, but more on the side of Faranth that's a lot of oiling. On the outside though, she was perfectly calm as could be for a girl who had just impressed. Taking a quick bow, Rikula nudged Majoriith to do the same. The gold scrambled to bow her own head down quickly without any fuss at all.

"Hello Weyrwoman Amaelia, Queen Tyranith. Majoriith said you called?"

[Bellatora]

Tyranith crooned and seemed to laugh slightly. Oh the little one. She reached her head down and nuzzled the young gold, giving her an affectionate lick. You'll grow to be a large and beautiful dragoness, my little darling. The gold spoke to the young one softly and affectionately.

Thank you for coming so quickly. We called you because there is a matter of which we feel needs to be discussed. With that said, Tyranith lay herself down.

Amaelia smiled. "Junior Weyrwoman Rikula and gold Majoriith. We wanted you to come and speak with us as we have become aware of a certain disturbance taking place not long ago in the Weyr. Tyranith felt Majoriith's distress and is worried. We want you to be safe and we want you to know that you will be protected here by life and limb if need be. And Tyranith has a particular soft spot for the dragons of the first clutch she has protected. Especially Majoriith and her sister."

Tyranith rumbled softly from where she now lay, watching the Weyrbowl with eyes which rapidly changed color as she was agitated again and listening to the words of dragons. Even being directly addressed for no real reason. A thing which she truly despised much of the time.

Midnath, would you be a dear and please show Herzath how much of a king he is NOT being by just how much of a lovely princess you are. She was attempting to manipulate her green sister. But... well... she wanted her to do something about it for her for the moment and, well, she rather liked to attempt to manipulate her from time to time.

Tyranith turned gently swirling eyes, which reflected her pride in the young one, back to the little queenlet. If ever something happens, come to me and mine, young one. We will ensure that you are taken care of. And do not let Rel attempt to push you around. She will soon no longer be our Weyrwoman. One I rise, it will all change. She crooned softly. How fairs your green sister and Hers? Mine has been busy, but she is concerned for him. He looks bruised. But he was not mauled.