Post-Impression Meetings {Everyone's Invited!!!}

[nick]

Dr'ym heaped up a plate with some of the great pastries and other good breakfast items, and managed to grab a klah pitcher and mug.

He settled down at a relatively large, and empty, table. You never knew who would pop in on an early breakfast! He lightly touched Claudiuth's mind...the Bronze was peacefully asleep after his morning...well...gorging.

Dr'ym poured a mug of the revitalizing drink and dumped in a good mound of sweetener. He took one of the pastries and bit it, mmm spicy meat.

At the thought of meat, little bronze Krian popped in from between. " Krian! What have I told you about that? Don't come going between in building unless I ask ok?" he gave the lizard the rest of the pastry and reached for another, with a scratch for Krian on an eye ridge.

[Sparrow]

T'rin entered the kitchens and grabbed a plate and began piling on some food for himself and Rhani who, as usual, sat on his shoulder. T'rin had eaten before the hatching, but he had never finished his meal and... was hungry again. Rhani hadn't eaten at all today either, and would probably be ravenous.

As he had been doing almost constantly since impressing Byronth, T'rin reached out to the newly hatched dragonet's mind. He was still fast asleep, the morning of simply gorging himself would probably leave the Blue in that state for a while.

Noticing one of the other new weyrlings sitting alone at a table, T'rin headed towards him. "That was a pretty exciting hatching, hmm?" He asked, sitting down across from him. Rhani chirped a cheerful greeting to the Bronze flitt, hoping to make up for the hello that his owner seemed to have forgotten.

[nick]

Dr'ym grinned at the other new weyrling. Krian chirped at the brown fire-lizard and hopped about on the table.

" It was indeed, Tarin. Though your not called that anymore. I'm called Dr'ym now by the way." He smiled at his companion and drank some more klah.

" Care for some?" Dr'ym held out the pitcher.

Krian went to Dr'ym's plate and grabbed a meatroll, strolling back to his designated place to eat it on his back legs.

Dr'ym laughed and smiled at the little flitter.

[Sparrow]

"Sure." T'rin took the pitcher and poured himself some klah. Meanwhile Rhani snatched a meatroll from his plate, humming contentedly as he settled down on the edge of the table to eat it. "I'm called T'rin now," the new weyrling added. He absently gave the brown flitt's back a quick rub before starting on his meal.

[Felina]

Romeoth was tired. He was tired. But unlike Romeoth, A'tair had not just eaten a whole platter of raw meat. He blanched at the thought. There was no way that tasted good. It probably tasted like blood, metallic and overpowering. Not that A'tair had ever tasted blood. He had smelled it, though, and that alone had been enough to warn him that it wasn't something he'd ever really want in his mouth. All stomach-churning thoughts of blood aside, he was still hungry. And there was only one place in the weyr to find food. The Kitchens weren't too far. And besides, he didn't need to go to the kitchens. Just near it, where they served all the food. And with luck, there would still be breakfast around for those poor Candidates- now Weyrlings, perhaps- who had missed breakfast at the whims of dragons who couldn't wait a couple of hours to hatch. Not that he minded. He liked Romeoth. But that wasn't a strong enough word. He loved the brown dragon, until death, to death, forever.
When he got there, there were still some people milling around. That was a good sign, he supposed. A few of them appeared to be Candidates. Some of them he recognised as having Impressed. Others he didn't really know on sight, but he was sure that they had been Candidates. They looked vaguely familiar, just...
There were a couple of Candidates sitting around a table, eating. After grabbing some food for himself, hardly resisting the urge to stuff it in his mouth like he was seventeen Turns old again, he slid in next to them. And realised that for all he was shorter than a number of them, there were few that could even possibly be out of their teenage years. Instantly self-conscious about his age, he simply watched the fire-lizards for a few moments, shoving a piece of bread into his mouth to forestall any conversation. But, then, it wasn't as though these were remedial classes of any sort. He was the same as these people. So, silly conclusions set aside, he spoke.
"They're pretty, aren't they? The fire-lizards, I mean." So he was a fool, sometimes. But a distracted fool, it was true. His mind kept turning to Romeoth, asleep there, and it was hard to concentrate on much else. "I'm A'tair."


Food. That was the driving though. Food. Food. Food. Shards, but she was hungry! Granted, she'd last eaten the day before, and then been dragged out at all hours of the morning for one set of dragons, then a bit later the next day for another, dragged a half-snoozing Hearth up to the weyrling barracks (which were quite a distance further than those for the Candidates! Or maybe it was just Hearth's extra weight), and stayed until the silly brown fell all the way asleep. It was exhausting! And Fel got the feeling that there would be still more work to come in the next few days, weeks, months, years, decades perhaps. With any decent luck.
Oh. Still serving breakfast. Shards. She'd been rather hoping for lunch; it was usually more filling. But, breakfast would do. At least it was food. Glorious food, which filled the belly and made one... well, not hungry. Which was usually a good thing. Grabbing a plate, making sure to pick up a nice mug of klah, and sitting down, she grinned with the sheer ebullience of being alive, of being a part of Hearth and Hearth a part of her, and... and...

[nick]

" Ah, ok then! T'rin it is!" Dr'ym smiled at his friend. They had met once before if he remembered right...the day he had met that beauty Nayza.

Another person sat down at their table, ah another new weyrling! He was eating and thinking really hard...Krian belched a little and Dr'ym shushed the noisy eater. The fire-lizard crooned and sent a picture of his larger cousin sleeping still in the Barracks. That made Dr'ym smile.

When the other spoke Dr'ym grinned at him. " They are pretty little lizards, and how goes it A'tair? I'm Dr'ym...I Impressed Bronze Claudiuth. I'll let T'rin speak for himself." he laughed a little.

Dr'ym wasn't really sure if their next guest had meant to sit down here or not...but she was a little distant at the moment. Krian hop-flew over to investigate the newest arrival, and perhaps get himself a pet. " Crafty creature." Dr'ym whispered. He noticed that she was at least a little attractive...enough to have a flirt with if he felt the need arise this morning.

[Zenniel]

| Zenniel |

Well, this was weird. Suddenly she was bonded, an inseperable bond she might add, to a most wondrous creature. And she couldn't even pronounce her name. So, as it was, Zen had been explaining to Lupe that she would now be called just that: Lupe. Lupercaliath didn't seem to mind as long as her stomach was full, and she was allowed to sleep. Zen loved her little Lupe... her little Lupe who was going to turn into a big whopping dragon.

But now was just too much. Instead, she figured she would just go down to the lower caverns to get a drink. Which was exactly what she was doing now. When she entered, quite unsurprisingly, she found that others were already there. She smiled self-conciously, and got a cup of Klah. Then she sat herself down.

| Malin |

Was she too cool to sit? No, she was just that way: always wanting to do the opposite of whatever they were doing. They meaning anyone that was around at the time. Oh well. That was Malin. Besides, with Bran (She liked Bran way more than her longer name... which she couldn't remember), she hadn't gotten much free time. Not like she was complaining.

So she leaned against a wall while listening to the conversation.

[Felina]

A'tair glanced over at the capricious fire-lizard, first interested in a boy who he assumed to be the bronze's owner, then chowing down on a piece of what appeared to be a meat pastry, then hopping over to a girl who had just sat down. She looked to be about the same age as the rest, but was so tiny it was hard to tell.
One of the other boys- it was hard to think of him as anything else- spoke up first. "They are pretty little lizards, and how goes it A'tair? I'm Dr'ym...I Impressed Bronze Claudiuth. I'll let T'rin speak for himself." Then he laughed. A personable guy, at least. He could've been some annoying little kid resentful that anyone older than himself had Impressed. And, then, A'tair could have been resentful that people so much younger than himself had Impressed bronze while he did not. But, then, he never would have made a good bronzerider. He had no leadership skills to speak of.
"Quite well, thank you. Except for the fact that I'd like to sleep for a week, but that may just be the dragon's thoughts. That's great that you Impressed though. I'm Brown Romeoth's. His words. Or mine. The plurality is hard to figure out." And it was true. He and Romeoth as one, it was hard to figure out where one began and the other ended, so seamless was the bond, so effortless was the act of being together.
Another girl sat down. She was one of those vaguely familiar ones. But she hadn't been there when he'd Impressed, he didn't think. It was hard to remember. He hadn't paid much attention to anyone save the brown dragon by his side. Like he'd known, even before Impression, that nothing else would really matter. "Who're you?" Blunt, but to the point.


"Crafty creature." She heard the whisper even as she was reaching out a finger to stroke the hide she knew would be soft to the touch, from her experience with her own Minnie. Who would likely be popping up at any time, screeching to be fed. As though she wasn't hungry enough without the added hunger of a young fire lizard. Fel tilted her head quizzically. "Me? Or the bronze?" It was hard to tell sometimes. And not always worth the effort. But these were to be her fellow Weyrlingmates, she assumed. "He looks hungry," she added, with a glance in the direction of the boy who she assumed to be his owner. "You shouldn't deny a young fire lizard food when he wants it. I'm Fel, by the way. Of brown Hearth."
Was she obnoxious? Probably. But her heart really was in the right place. It was true that her only concern was for the welfare of all, and if she had to offend a few people to get that done, then so be it.
As though on cue, Minnie popped out from between, landing in a squawking heap next to Fel's plate. Reflexively, she picked up a piece of her breakfast, one-handedly tearing it and handing it to the fire lizard, for the other hand was occupied with scratching the insistent fire lizard's eyeridges. She grinned, always happy to see the little green happy. "And the little one's Minnie." At the mention of her name, the green stopped gulping down food long enough to look at the rest of the little group sheepishly before returning to her favourite pastime. Eating. And then sleeping, but that was for later.

[Dimma og Ljós]

<sup>Eimin

Slipping into the kitchens, Eimin glanced around, looking at all the new Weyrlings. She grinned, her mind still thinking of herself as a Weyrbrat and all these people as Candidates. But it was the rememberance that in her mind was a soft Green, snoring like there was no tomorrow.
The sight of food won over the curiousty of the other Weyrlings and the young Weyrling made her way around the others, reaching for a plate and filling it with fruit and one or two meatrolls. She grabbed a cup and poured some klah, and placed her plate onto of the cup to better hold it.
Turning, she glanced around the room, wondering if she should sit with the other Weyrlings, or just leave and go back to her alcove. But the sight of another type of food that was her favorite, made her turn back, thus making her pause.

O'in
Walking into the kitchen, bandanna already in his hair to keep the messy, black locks out of his eyes, O'in glanced up as he noticed a group of new Weyrlings sitting at a table. Quickly grabbing a plate of food, but stopped as he passed by Eimin.
Brun crooned on his shoulder, reaching out to the new Weyrling's plate. "That's not yours, greedly little bugger," O'in grinned, holding out a meatroll to the little Brown, before grinning at Eimin and turning away. "Come sit," he said, glancing over his shoulder, before heading to the table to sit with the others.
At the table, he dipped his head to the ones he didn't know and said 'hi' to those he did. Brun slipped from his shoulder to the table, looking at every plate wondering if there was something his Bonded had missed. He paused at a few plates, but didn't take anything.</sup>

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[shadowreine]

Z'war's cream had hatched in the earlier clutch. He idly wondered if the slight difference in their ages would make any difference. His young bronze firelizard was riding his shoulder, awake but too sleepy to fly. He joined the other weyrlings at the table. Somebody had managed to make up knots for the two cream riders fairly quickly. "Hey, guys," he said as he sat down. Hopefully, those who knew he used to be a drudge would forget it.

But there were as yet no rules for the status in the wings of a cream rider. With the blues, maybe...

[Kirin]

K'rin was hungry yet again. It was unbelievable how the mornings events seemed to have that effect. He had managed to eat a fun breakfast before the hatching and yet still here he was again. So much had happened in such a short space of time... it was unreal. A few hours ago it had been reasonably empty in here, he had been a candidate, full of doubts and worries about what may or may not happen. And now... now he was rider! He had impressed. All worries had been replaced by the elation felt from that glorious moment of impression. But it had been so hectic since. Dzilyath had been so hungry. She had eaten until her little belly bulging and now she was currently fast asleep, giving K'rin a short while to himself eat and muse over what had happened. It had amused him also how quickly Beni had become attached to the young Green and was currently keeping a watchful eye over the dragonet, even though he wasn't that much older than she.

As soon as he entered the Kitchens, K'rin quickly realised that he would not have any peace. With a smile, he went to gather some food and join his fellow weyrling, the idea that he was now the only male greenrider in the Weyr had not even crossed his mind as of yet. He overheard names and chatter being swapper between those who had recently impressed and he gave then a jolly 'Hello' as he sat down.

[nick]

" I know what you mean A'tair, but it's great to feel whole with your lifemate isn't it? At least that's the way I feel!" Dr'ym said.

" Not you Fel lovely. Talking about little Krian there," Dr'ym smiled at the girl Weyrling, " and don't worry about his stomach! He eats off of my plate until he's full...that's one reason I get so much now...another probably an effect of Claudiuth." He smiled.

Dr'ym watched the group of four grow quickly into many more and smiled. Many girls coming and some people he recognized.

Ah...he saw Oisin, was it O'in now...yes, he knew of Z'war...one of the new Cream riders. Some others he thought he knew their names, but not them personally.

" Hey O'in, how you been? Z'war," he nodded to the Cream rider, " how's your Cream dragon?"

" I believe that your Malin there at the wall, eh? And you're..hmmm...don't tell me... Eimin? Ha! And K'rin, that's what your called now right?" He greeted all the others, Dr'ym did have a gift for remembering names and faces...even if he hadn't met the person.

He sensed Claudiuth stir, but the little dragon simply settled himself again. Krian, take a meatroll or two with you but keep an eye on Claudi will you...and eat quietly!

The little bronze chirped. He had been fussing over the green Minnie...trying to work some of his own flirting magic. At his Keeper's request though he grabbed two meatrolls and popped between to go look after Claudiuth. Dr'ym told the others so.

[shadowreine]

Z'war smiled. "Growing well...a bit smaller than the blue in the clutch." Dev's cream was bigger, but that didn't bother him. "He's a handful, though," Z'war added affectionately. Where his dragon got all his tremendous energy from, the boy had no clue.

[nick]

Dr'ym laughed as the group seemed to keep growing.

" True Z'war, I think all the little ones are full of energy! I know my Claudiuth is a handful when he's not sleeping off his giant meals!" Dr'ym's grin never left his face, and his eyes twinkled with love for his little Bronze dragon. His lifemate.

[shadowreine]

Z'war grinned. "Young things tend to be. You got a bronze, right?" he asked, without a trace of envy. *He* didn't want to end up Weyrleader...now or ever...and with luck the creams would be too small to chase golds.

Although he had a feeling Muzith would be very willing to chase purple tail. He might even father hatchlings...