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[Lyrikitty]

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Solse Hold was a glorious sight today, colorful banners waving in the wind, the air laden with rich, delicious scents, and the whole world bustling about in a last-minute frenzy. Stalls were set up radiating out from the Hold itself in an almost dizzying display. People from all over Pern were there, garbed richly, festivly, for this was a happy time indeed!

what had to be one of the only people looking calm strolled casually through the aisles, giving things a final once over. Rileson, Lord of Solse, wore a stunning attire today, his leggings a deep wine, paired to soft black boots, and a creamy, ivory top. Thrown over to fight off the chill of winter air was an ebon cloak, trimmed in gold, swirling elegantly with his every move. He had o look his part, of course, he smiled smugly as he gazed about at his work, for he considere it just that. His work. That Rileson himself had scarcely lifted a finger to accomplish the preparation for the Gather meant little, for he hosted it, and it was centered around his own Hold. Sure, Solse was a small Hold, compared to some, however, the runners that were bred from it were reknown, and one thing he looked foward to was the races. He had several beasts lined up for the sport, and though he knew it not, all of them had been trained by Riki.

Rather than spoil his day with thoughts of the child, he started a hunt for a bubbly pie, positive he'd seen a stand with some only moments ago. He wanted to get one before the guests started to arrive, for surely once they did he'd have to pay attention to them, and forego his own pleasures. The sacrifices he made. With a sigh, he realized he was not going to find the pies just yet, and so, grumbling, he made his way to the Hold once more. Those who came on dragonback would be arriving just outside the Hold walls, for inside there was no space, and he'd made sure to have an extensive dancefloor, not only for landing room, but because of the size of his hopeful guestlist. For Faranths sake, he'd invited all of Pern! Or the Holds, Halls, and Weyrs at least. He didn't expect those of no rank from the Holds, more along the lines of the Lord and his family, with perhaps a few others, from each, and the Weyrs he figured only the riders would appear. From the Halls? Well that was always difficult, for he'd hired the Harpers for entertainment, and knew not exactly how many would show.

It was all a rather jumbled mess, but that was how a Gather was supposed to work. As he drew near the Hold, he caught sight of Riki, scurrying off, dressed almost plainly, and growled under his breath. What was the girl doing? She should look good, at the very least, for such a day! There was nothing he could do now though, for alread, he could see dragons appearnig above, lining up to deposite their riders to the ground and then head off to the fields nearby to sun and chat. With a shake, he ran a hand through his messy hair, cursing it for a moment, and then plastered a large, friendly smile onto his face, placing his hands on his hips and waiting for his first guest to arrive, or to wake from inside, for those who'd had long travels to come had been offered rooms.


Haunting, deep saphire eyes scanned the area quickly, light, silent steps carried the girl away from the Hold, and hopefully away from her father's wrath. How careless of him, she thought to herself, to think she would for a moment obey him, dress nicely and act like a puppet for his guests. The only good thing about today was that Daisyth would be here, hopefully, and so Riki could see the lovely Gold. It was odd, the two, for they got along so well, and perhaps had Riki been at Daisyth's hatching, she would be riding the queen, rather than Llaina. However, there were turns of difference in their ages, and to even think such thoughts against a Weyrwoman, much less the Weyrwoman who she was beholden to, was blasphemous. She wore black today, and thought it was a depressing color in general, she looked lovely in it, so long as the eyes that were judging were not Rileson's. She would never be good enough for him, and she knew it. She'd worn a dress today, the material of medium weight, sleeves that came to her elbow, and skirts that swung around her ankles, with soft hide shoes. The neckline of the dress was not too steep, for sucha thing would draw attention to her, but rather it was normal, with a pale blue inlay dancing around it, the same happening at the hem of her skirts, and at her sleeves. Around her slim waist was a fairly thick belt, a deep, burnished gold color. She wore her choclatey hair loose, the slight curls bouncing about her face and tapping lightly on her back as she headed quickly for the runner pens. The runners that were to race today were trained by her, and she'd put a lot of work into them, one she was rather fond of. A large stallion, his face stark white, his eyes kind and sweet, trusting, the rest of his muscular figure was red, a beautiful beast, bred from some of their best stock, and raised with care from the moment life graced his heart.

Riki placed a hand lovingly on the beast's muzzle, stroking him for a moment before placing a kiss onto his velveteen cheek. "Win for me, Thor. I'll be betting on you." Not that she had much to bet, but she had no doubt in the lovely creature. She moved away from him, to another of the runners she'd worked on, this one a pettite little mare, a dapple gray dove who nickered softly in greeting, her eager lips quivering with hopes of a treat. With a soft chuckle, Riki pulled a lump of sweetener from her pocket and fed the mare, rubbing the slender neck that arched coyly before moving on.

For once she was at peace, it seemed, with no one in sight, only the rich smells of the runners, and their breathing, the occasional nicker or snort. It wouldn't last though, and she came to the last of their beasts, a stocky black, who watched her balefully, before grunting and flicking his tail, stretching his neck out to sniff at her and then snort. Ah, well he'd never been the most social beast.

Riki moved out of the stable, her gaze turning up automatically to search for signs of dragons, and to her delight, she found them. Her heart sank though, whn she realized that none were the Gold of Crystal Cavern, and she plodded back toward the stalls of the Gather, hoping to simply disappear into a corner until she found a friendly face. It wasn'tto be, for just as she was about to settle down, one of the drudges came dashing to her, grabbing her arm and hauling her off, back to her father.

'Rileson wants you to help greet our guests silly girl! Have you been with those dreaded runners again? You reek! He'll have a fit he will, oh well, you're head, not mine.' Before Riki could get a word in edgewise, she was thrust over to her father, who gave her a scathing look before once again plastering a smile onto his face. Why? Why did he have to ruin what had been starting to feel like a good day? She could feel the taint of her depression creeping in, and she looked away, the ground seeming a more attractive sight than anything else for the moment. She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't act out. She would be just as she was expected to be, polite, sweet, and sociable.

//Smile little one, we will be there soon, and you can come bask with me once I am there.// Ah... Of course she could always depend on Daisyth for support, and a small, secret smile touched her lips, her dark pools flickering to look about from under her sooty lashes. [/color][/i]



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Characters: Rileson, Riki
Notes: Yippe for a Gather! Everyone is welcome to this one, so get your charrie's butts on in! I will be adding more as we progress, but to start with I'm using these two.

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[Epic Squid of Legend]

Oh, boy, a Gather! It was just the sort of thing the Weyrsecond always looked forward to. Despite being about as manly as a woman came, she loved to shop among the stalls. She even had a few marks with her, hopefully to buy something pretty for Kisa.
~You forever buy for her and buy nothing for yourself, you're going to throw yourself into debt, and happily no doubt!~ Xyurith scoffed at his Rider as they circled in towards the Hold. He was good with things such as marks and debt and all thing money-related. Good thing, too, as if it weren't for him N'nika would have gone into debt Turns before.

//Shush, you! There's nothing wrong with making her look pretty!// the woman cried back, leaning forward as the Amber neared the ground and swept his claws forward to make a landing. He always landed so roughly, even though N'nika constantly reminded him to at least /try/ and make a good landing.
She smiled through the jolt, patting Xyurith on his massive neck before undoing her straps and sliding down his flank. //Try not to scare the Runners, okay?//

Xyurith rumbled his promise, ~Try not to spend too much, okay? Buy yourself something... it looks like you need new boots.~ He mocked, his eyes whirling a soft blue-green of his joke as he reached down to blow hot air onto his Rider. Such a gentle giant of an Amber... but it seemed he was only like this towards his own Rider. He looked at the Lord Holder next, eyeing him without interest before his gaze turned to the small girl. ~Hello there, little one,~ he called to her with surprising gentleness. It was as if he felt her connection with another Dragon.

N'nika snorted at her Dragon's assumption. New boots? But, these had always suited her! But then she looked down and got an eyeful of what her boots really looked like. Worn, dirty, scuffed. Perhaps she would buy a new pair... Not that she needed them, her clothes would stand out against her boots.
In fact, she was wearing something other than her usual rust-orange... today she was wearing a very pretty salmon color. A thick, long-sleeved shirt with black hems. Her pants, well- she wore her Gather pants. Those old and very comfy black pants with the dragon-fire outlay stitched in Xyurith's own colors- amber and copper. She also wore her sash, the same sash she received from New Cove's Headwoman at her second Impression. It was a pretty golden-orange color, almost sparkly, and she wore it as a belt. Too much color? Maybe, but it was Xyurith who dressed her that morning.

She cleared her throat, marching towards the Lord Holder, ignoring Xyurith's comment and telling him to go bask himself to death. She then stood before the man, smiling slightly, "Hello Lord Rileson. My name is N'nika of Amber Xyurith, Weyrsecond of New Cove. Thank you for inviting us, more of our Weyr should be arriving shortly."

Xyurith remained standing behind his Rider, a low rumble of amusement coming from his chest at her very formal introduction. He wouldn't go 'bask himself to death' until he knew she was in good hands. But the cold of Winter was seeping through his massive bulk, so he hoped to be lounging in the sun pretty soon. He continued to watch the girl, waiting for some sort of response.

Word count: 558... I think...
Characters: N'nika and Xyurith, to be followed by Rollasin when I finish him.
Notes: I have lots of replying to do today.... DX

[Lyrikitty]

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Rileson waved a hand cheerily as the Amber landed, and his rider dismounted. While Rileson had never really seen a dragon so... Massive as this Amber, he did his best not to seem too startled, and paid attention to the rider instead, nodded as she introduced herself as the New Cove Weyrsecond. "Good morn then, N'nika of Xyurith. You are the first rider to join us today, and I'm honored to have such guests from so far." He smiled benevolently, as if it were an honor for her to be there. Ah, he could be arrogant at times. "I hate to ask, but could you send the Amber on his way? Others are in the skies waiting and he semms to have... Well he seems to have taken up most of the space for others to drop their riders." He peered up at the Amber for a moment, and quickly looked back at N'nika. Lord that was a big beast.

Riki's eyes widened, not in fear as the massive dragon landed, but shock as his deep voice rang in her mind. She had only ever heard Daisyth, the lovely Gold of Crystal Cavern Weyr, never another. Was that normal, for two dragons to take such interest as to speak to her, unprompted? She staggered back for a moment, but was shoved foward by a drudge, and placed beside her father, looking at the amber and utterly ignoring the rider. For a moment she was unsure what to do, but curiously, she decided to try and talk back to him. Maybe she couldn't initiate anything, but perhaps he was able to look into her head and listen to her? Umm... Hello very big one? Your rider said you are Xyurith. I am Riki. She was feeling utterly foolish for this, there was no way the dragon would actually have a conversation with her after all. Dragons were supposed to be more social to other dragons, not talking to humans often beyond their rider. Sure... Daisyth did on occasion place her kind words for the girl, but... But what? So it wasn't just the Gold who liked her, maybe? It had to be a good sign that the dragons both spoke to her, or maybe his rider had prompted him... There was no way for Riki to know.

While Riki mulled her thoughts, she absently rubbed her arms, thinking heavily on much, and trying to decipher just why it was that either Daisyth or Xyurith spoke to her. Had either said a work to her father? She glanced at him, and wrinkled her nose. She doubted it. He simply wasn't the sort that struck her as someone anyone would want to talk to. Then again, she was biased on that matter, as she hated him just as much as he hated her.[/i]

A set of golden wings appeared in the sky, the oddly colored Gold of Crystal Cavern circling overheard almost impatiently for a few moments, glaring balefully down at the Amber who took much too much room up on the ground. What was wrong with him? His was off, on the ground safely enough. Daisyth's jaws parted in a soft, musical bugle, a greeting to all, and a request for room to set her precious rider down as well. Not that she should have to request anything! This Hold tithed to her Weyr after all, and in the Gold's eyes, that made the Hold hers. What made her all the more impatient, was she'd heard the male's voice in the mind of Riki. Riki was not Hers, not by any laws, for that was Llaina, who perched aop her neck now, dressed in flowing gold and white, looking stunning as was fitting, but Riki was still close ot the gold. Whatdid that amber want? Nervously, she grumbled to herself, looking for a place to land, and finding none. Dratted Amber. Llaina chuckled and stroked her hide, soothing the Gold quen and telling her to be patient, they would have plenty of time to chat with anyone they wanted. //Riki, dear, I would come see you but that hulking mass leaves no room for me to set down LlainaMine and pick you up.//[/color] Though this was hidden from her own rider, daisyth was sure to take care to onclude the amber in that staement, as if claiming the girl as her own.

Llaina frowned as her Gold seemed almost concerned over something. True, she was aware that Daisyth had some odd attraction to the Holder's daughter, but what could make the dragon so sharding nervous about landing? The Gold seemed almost too eager, swooping down to lift herself back up and circle anxiously, a worried mother of a beast from appearance. Shaking her head, Llaina lifted a hand to hail those on the ground and tried to ugre the Gold to wait, with little avail.



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Character: Rileson, Riki, Llaina of Daisyth
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[Desert]

The next dragon to appear above the Hold burst into existence just a few seconds behind the gold. The dragon was nearly her match in size, though his hide marked him as different. He had always been different -- not a normal bronze by any standards, given his size and coppery markings, nor quite considered a mutant, for he was still noticeably a bronze despite his physical quirks. Zhek had long ago ceased to be insulted by any form of prejudice or discrimination against him, and by now thought it quite funny.

That breakthrough -- not caring what was said about his size or hide -- had been the only instance where Zhek's sometimes overbearing pride had been swallowed. It had made life considerably easier for everyone, for which his rider was undeniably grateful. Zhek's consistent flares of ire had started to grate painfully on his rider's usual cool facade until even the usually mild bronzerider had started to mirror Zhek's ill-temper.

Enough woolgathering, riderMine, Zhek warned his rider as he banked sharply, settling into a broad, lazy spiral. He was slightly disgruntled at the holdup, as much for Daisyth as for himself. Who did that hulking brute of an amber think he was, taking up the landing courtyard like he owned the place?

Just land on the fire heights, Zhek, it's fine, K'tal told the bronze, slapping the muscular shoulder.

What? And make my rider climb down into the Gather field? Nonsense![/color] Zhek growled. Besides, that amber is obstructing Daisyth. That is disrespect of the highest degree. As the senior queen, she should grace the courtyard with her landing to give the Gather its official start.[/color] The bronze was working himself into a fine indignant temper when K'tal interrupted the mental tirade.

It's more effort on both our parts for you to circle up here until the amber decides to remove himself, then wait for Daisyth to land and let her rider dismount. And if Daisyth and Lliana think themselves insulted, let them take the amber and his rider to task for it. That's not our place, he reminded Zhek.

The bronze realized the truth of K'tal's last point and acquiesced with bad grace, swooping gracefully out of the holding pattern and toward the heights. He backwinged to a graceful halt and dropped lightly onto the ground, then kneeled to let K'tal off. The rider complimented his bronze on a fine landing, at which Zhek crooned with pleasure and preened a bit, pleased. K'tal slapped his dragon's shoulder fondly and set off at a brisk jog down the heights.

He entered the landing courtyard but hung back at the edges of it, waiting for his Weyrwoman to land and present herself before he made himself known to the Lord Holder.

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Have you gone between before, Ivaris? You do not seem the type to be frightened by such a fleeting thing as the transfer, I do not think,[/color] Dharth remarked to the candidate as K'dran was tightening the last of the fighting straps in preparation for their departure to the Gather.

The blackrider stepped back when he finished, and Dharth obligingly folded his forelegs under him and kneeled. K'dran vaulted agilely onto the black neck and got himself situated before he extended a hand, leaning over slightly to offer Ivaris help in getting up. It was a rather imposing distance to Dharth's neck ridges, even when he wasn't standing at his full height, and even the lanky K'dran had to scramble a bit to mount.

Brace yourself,[/color] Dharth warned before he leaped into the sky. K'dran was impressed -- he rarely gave warning even to his own rider. Dharth seemed fond of this candidate for some inexplicable reason.

A loud bellow from the big black heralded their arrival into the skies above Solse. K'dran groaned and rolled his eyes, wondering who would be insulted by Dharth's behavior this time. The black circled for a short time, amused by the blockage, and decided to find somewhere else to land. Not the fire heights, oh no, that would be too easy. He wanted to cause a bit of mischief. So Dharth landed in a small paddock near the landing courtyard, spooking the runners inhabiting it, and knelt to let his passengers dismount.

Well, this is certain to be entertaining. New Cove's amber, Xyurith is here. And someone else too, K'dran, whom you might be surprised to encounter. Pardon me, Ivaris, while I go greet my bronze brother Zhekalenearth.[/color] Without further ado, Dharth shoved off with a powerful beat of his huge wings, and flew over to the fire heights.

Zhek lifted his head, mightily startled by Dharth's appearance and approach. The big black winked lazily at him and grinned. It has been a while, has it not, my brother?[/color]

Zhek eyed Dharth warily. It has. Why do you call me brother?[/color] he demanded, suspicious.

A low chuckle rumbled up from Dharth's chest. You are bonded to my rider's brother, of course, which makes you as much kin to me as if we were Hatched of the same clutch.[/color]

Since Dharth didn't seem to be up to any nonsense, at least none that directly concerned him or K'tal, Zhek was put at ease by the bigger dragon's oddly high humor. He grunted assent to Dharth's explanation and put his head back on his forearms, signaling that further conversation was unnecessary and unwanted.

Dharth took the hint wryly and settled down to bask, letting his nictitating membranes slide shut.

K'dran watched his dragon in a mixture of amusement and exasperation and shrugged. "Well, that's interesting. Maybe I'll catch sight of K'tal in the crowd. Either way, I need to go pay my respects to the lord Holder. I dunno if any of the other Wingleaders plan to come."

He left Ivaris to find her own amusement at whatever she pleased and picked his way over to the landing courtyard. K'dran stood a respectful distance away, though still in view, and waited for the other riders currently claiming the Holder's attention to move on before he presented himself.[/color][/font]

[rizu]

Have you gone between before, Ivaris? You do not seem the type to be frightened by such a fleeting thing as the transfer, I do not think.
'Not really, though I've heard countless tales about it. For what I gather it's cold and empty -- though it shouldn't last more than a few moments. It can't be more astounding than being able to speak with you, though.'

Indeed, nothing could surprise the girl more than the apparent fondness of the Black. Little by little she was beginning to get used to him speaking in her mind -- up to the point were she didn't felt silly anymore thinking of replies. Sure, she could not initiate the conversation, and maybe he wouldn't hear some parts sometimes, but it was pleasing to speak with him. So long as he and K'dran were in good moods Ivaris liked to hang around with the both of them. As K'dran finished tightening the straps, and climbing aboard Dharth, the female moved closer to the beast. Up so close, Dharth looked even more massive. The female took a moment, glancing over the hide that she could now even scent. It smelled of oil, and dirt, and leaves. It smelled of nature. It smelled nice. Spotting K'dran's hand the female gave a smile and a curtly nod, taking the aid as she climbed aboard. It was fortunate she was used to weird climbs and steep roads, filled with obstacles, in her hunts -- and even them she found it a bit dificult to get aboard the mighty Black.

"My, he seems even bigger up close -- and I thought that to be impossible."

The words were more of a compliment than anything -- though they did held some truth. She would have never imagine dragons were this big. Brace yourself. No sooner this was said and the Black leaped to the sky, the female barely having enough time to react. And react she did, clamping her arms around the rider's waist in surprise. As the Black rose in altitude she tightened her grip -- falling from such a distance could not be pretty. And for one that had never lifted off the ground before [not this high at least] well... Yes, it was quite a shock to find yourself so high in such a short time. Between was a fast trip, though a faint shiver ran down her spine as they appeared aove Solse Hold. A large dragon was parked down below -- while a Gold circled about, and what Ivaris thought to be a Bronze finished depositing his rider in the Heights. The place seemed completely full, and for a moment the girl wondered where Dhart might be thinking on landing. They might have to wait a bit for their tur- And she'd thought too soon.

With fluid movements the king made his way to a clear area -- conviniently located close to a paddock -- and effectively managed to make quite the entrance. Down teh runners whinned and stomped, clearly unpleased by Dharth's proximity. Surely he would't try to eat them... No, of course not. Pardon me, Ivaris, while I go greet my bronze brother Zhekalenearth. As she climbed down the female looked back to the Black, before watching him head out in the direction of the bronze. Surprised she looked over at K'dran.

"Zhe- Zheka... Zhe-ka-le-ne-arth?"

Dharth? A brother? The female was quite amused, by what she had seen so far of K'dran and Dharth... Well, she never thought she'd hear the Black call someone brother. "Well, this is quite amusing. Oh, I almost forgot. Thank you for offering me a ride to this Gathering, K'dran. I'd thank Dharth as well but... Well, he seems busy sunathing now." She grinned, before smoothing down her attire from the ride. It was simple really, a knee lenght skirt with small white inlay at the bottom. The blouse was of a white coloring as well, delicate yet nothing overly astounding. her boots were small, delicate, recently purchased and made of fine wher-leather. A small pouch of wher leader was around her waist as well, containign a few marks she had earned from her hunting services. It wasn't much, but it was enough for a treat or two.

As K'dran excused himself she nodded, watching him head over to where a few other riders now loomed -- waiting for their turn to greet the Lord Holder. She mulled for a moment, thinking if to go over or not as well -- though finally decided not to. After all, she was no one of great importance... And formal things were never fun. So she made her way to where the stalls had all been arranged, gaping lightly at the sights. Indeed, it seemed much time had gone in the preparation of this Gathering -- and Ivaris didn't even knew where to begin looking at first. Her left hand swept through her hair, the golden bracelets colliding against one another lightly to form a small melody.

"Oh Faranth... Where to begin?"

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Ah, festivals. Hinuk's most adored activity. For it meant that there were many new things, and new people to torment and tease. Yes, Gatherings were fun -- even better when dragonriders came. None could deny the glint of greed that always appeared in the boy's eyes whenever he saw a massive King arrive. Oh yes, one they he would impress a dragon, the highest rank, and it would be the biggest and most marvelous King that Pern would ever see. Faranth would soon be displaced, and his dragon's name would take her place instead forever and more...

But for now he had pending matters to attend to. He rushed out of the stalls and from spending time with his adored Amoru, before dashing into the Lord's castle. He was to bathe and prepare well for the occasion -- and as much as he would rather go and bother the people setting their stalls, Hinuk knew better than to disobey Rileson's order. It didn't took long, and soon he was squeaky clean and well-dressed. A tunic of ivory color covered his upper torso, matching that of his "adoptive" father, while his leggings were of a dark bronze color. His soft boots were the color of perfect leather, and the cloak that was draped over him to protect him from the cold matched their color -- trimmed in silver so the delais would stand out even more. His strawberry blond hair was rushed into a presentable look -- though it still held its spiky look. Blue eyes reviewed his appearance once more, and content with the result the boy dashed outside.

The stalls were all in place, and the sweet aroma of bubbly pies called out to him. Quietly he maneuvered through the place, finding the stall and taking one of the bubbly pies -- no questions asked -- before disappearing. Whether he was seen or not he didn't care. After all, who would dare to say something about him, the dearly sweet and cuddly Hinuk? Greedily he bit into it, finishing the morsel before his father had a chance to appear. He then proceeded to clean his face with a cloth of one of the stalls, before running out to see were Rileson was at. No doubt the dragon riders would be arriving soon -- and the boy did not[/]i want to miss their arrival.

He'd found Rileson just in time, the boy standing besides the old man [after being perfectly sure not a remain of bubbly pie was left on his face] and giving a grin to his "papa". It had been two turns since the boy had been welcomed into the Lord's house, and in that time he'd learned the best ways to please the man. Appearance and punctuality. With the way he was dressed up and polished, Hinuk was sure Rileson would be pleased. And then the first dragon landed, a massive Amber that soon had Hinuk's blue eyes locked on to him. Yes, Ambers were very big... Even more than Onyxes, right? And rare, very rare.

He could imagine it now... Hinuk, bonded to an Amber much more bigger and better than this one. Yes. He would impress and Amber one day, and become the Weyrleader of a Weyr. All would know and respect him -- for he would be the best thing that would have graced Pern with its presence.

As N'nika approached the boy placed his daydreams aside, silently standing besides his father -- and only now concious of Riki's presence at Rileson's other side. For the moment he ignored her. Hinuk was tolerant of the girl, his half-sister, but he knew better than to show his tolerance towards her in presence of Rileson. No, it simply wasn't a convenient option. Not for him, at least. Deep in his mind he plotted, perhaps he'd get her a good treat later at night from the kitchens to make up for his rudeness. Or something pretty from the stalls.

Yes, he might get her something later...

Above more dragons arrived and, as much as the boy wanted to see them and size them up against one another, he remained in a straight posture -- watching N'nika as she exchanged words with Rileson.



Word Count: 1600
Character: Ivaris & Hinuk
Notes: OMG! Finally! *dies* I spent Faranth knows how long on this post. XDD
And later edited it to add loverly Hinuk into it. =P

[Lyrikitty]

Gather


Daisyth gave a snarl as she wheeled int he air, she wanted down already. She saw one of her Bonzes, a favored in fact as he was by far the most interesting of the Weyr in appearance alone, and watched the beast settle to the fireheights. This was unacceptable, but she would deal with that Amber later. She was not by any means the largest of Golds, and she could, perhaps, settle herself on the very outskirts of the area designated, at the moment, for dragons to land and then leave again. Carefully, and neglecting to warn Llaina for she knew she'd be scolded something feirce, she angled down, spiralling until she had no more room. For a moment she had to compose herself, trying to remain stationary as she dropped slowly, until finally her paws touched ground. She made no careful act to try and stir little dust, but rather, to show her more than obvious temperment, swept her wings down onto the ground to stir a greater cloud of grit.

Llaina slapped at the Gold before dropping to the ground, glaring at the queen for a moment. /Don't make a fool of yourself! Off with you, bask somewhere nice and show off as you like to./ Stomping a booted heel into the ground she spun and started for Rileson and his guest. Solse! Why is this Amber blocking the way for others? Who rides that beast?" She glared at theHolder for a moment, only the noticing the woman, if she could be called that, who was there as well. Of course the children were overlooked, though Llaina kenw well that Daisyth liked the daughter, she found the boy somewhat annoying.

Daisyth grumbled to herself, but brightened as soon as she could see Riki, and crooned softly before speaking so that all present could hear her. Who would deny a Gold, much less a Gold they were beholden to, of a small request? //I would like Riki to come with me, and then I'll be off again, unlike some here...//

Rileson watched the Gold make her cautious landing, and had to, for a moment, admire the skill with which she set herself down with. Such a manuever couln't be easy, or wouldn't others be attempting it as well? Then came the rath of the Weyrwoman, storming over to rage at him as he sighed and waited for her to finish, and notice N'nika standing there. All of this he could deal with, was well accustomed to in fact. Bored, he glanced at his boy, Hinuk. Loosing his first son had been hard, and having just the wretched girl was even harder, but then came along this lad. He'd had to take the boy in, or risk too much scandele, but when he looked so very respectable and behaved so very well it was hard not to be glad for the boy. Rileson was, however, caught off-guard by the irritaded voice of the Gold, who looked at them impatiently, asking for his daughter, the horrid girl, to go with her. Why? Why in the name of Faranth would anyone want the girl to go with them, much less a Gold dragon? Fuming, he tried to think of a response, a way to tactfully say no, but found none, and scowled at his daughter. He'd have to talk with her later, find out just whatthe child was plotting. He'd make her very sorry for whatever she was up to. The thoughts settled him, and rather than answering he utterly ignored the girl, instead turning his focus to N'nika, Llaina, and Hinuk. His form of permission.

Riki never lifted her gaze when Hinuk approached, nor when Llaina came stiding up to them, but rather, looked cautiously from under her lashes at the Gold, who was waiting for her. The people here, for the most part, wouldn't miss her at all, in fact would be happy for her to be gone. She knew her father would, he always was. Hinuk... well he was hard to guess, for when Rileson was around the lad was just as cold and cruel as her father, but as soon as the man was gone, hinuk changed himself about and often brought her something in form of an apology. He wasn't always th enicest of boys, but by far he was one of her favorite people in the Hold, oddly. As Daisyth spoke up, all but demanding that Riki leave with her, she had to fight a small msile, and glanced again from under her lashes at Rileson to see if he would let her go. Instead of some crude answer, or even a nod, she was ignored, as if she had comepletely ceased to exist. Were it not for the Gold, the sting of that blow might have been worse, but as it were, the girl slunk off, taking the longest route around everyone so's not to be seen to the Gold, and stroking the soft hide of the dragon's foreleg. "Hi Daisyth." She spoke very quietly to the queen , worried that someone would overhear. How she was going to get onto the Gold's back was an imposing proble, but the Gold solved it as her head swung round to give the girl a boost. As soon as Riki as seated, holding tightly to the riding straps, Daisyth pumped her wings, again stirring a great cloud of dust, and shoved from the ground, pulling herself into the air and rumbling softly to the girl. As they made their way through the sky, the end target the fireheights where they would sit in the sun for awhile, they talked, Riki telling the Gold her woes and her troubles, and the Gold soothing them with her gentle words. It was a side of the dragon that very few ever knew, for she was generally a self-centered beast, who's mind was on herself and Llaina only. When the dragon finally started to head for the ground, finding a nice place to lay not to far from Zhekalenearth, her wings folded slightly, and flared wide as her paws came to touch the ground. This landing was much nicer, a gentle one that hardly jolted her passenger. Riki slid off, to sit on the ground beside the Gold comfortably and watch the happenings going on below. [/color][/i]







Word Count: 1137
Character: Riki, Rileson, Llaina of Daisyth
Notes: I'm going to post as it's been four days and no Squid yet. *nods* And if this is a little jumpy/ confusing sorry, I really need coffee right now. T-T[/size][/color][/center]

[Epic Squid of Legend]

Xyurith angled his head so he could look up at the Gold, ~I do apologize,~ he started, seeing that the Queen was going to land, ~But we were here first, I'll be off as soon as Mine joins the Gather.~
He watched as the small girl, Riki as the Queen called her, scrambled past him and towards the Queen. So, this girl had already somewhat bonded with a dragon, and a Queen, no less! She was surely dragon-worthy, and had to come back with him. But first... yes, he would get permission from Daisyth- or try to, at least.

He rumbled lowly and looked back to N'nika, waiting for her to respond to the Queenrider. Sure, N'nika was no Weyrwoman. Would never be, but she was as close to being Weyrleader as one could get without actually being it. So as the Queenrider demanded to know who his own Rider was, the Amber became a trifle mad. He reached put with his nose and pushed N'nika forward, ~This is Mine~ he said, his mental voice sounding almost mad at the woman.

N'nika flushed, batting at Xyurith's head as he pushed her forward, //Quit it, fool! We're here to make a good impression, so go to the Fireheights and let me alone!// She then composed herself the best she could, bowing to the Queenrider, "I am sorry, m'lady-Weyrwoman, he'll be going now." she said with a side-long glance at her Dragon, who got the hint, huffed a bit, and spread his wings to get to the heights. She watched as he went, then turned back to Rileson and the Weyrwoman, "Again, I apologize. I'll just go now, pleasure to meet you, Lord Rileson."

As Xyurith rose to get to the heights, his thoughts turned to the boy who had just been added to the group near his Mine. He was a greedy sort, he had heard it in his thoughts that he wanted an Amber such as himself. He would not have it, Xyurith was sure, as he planned on killing any Amber to ever show up in his sired Clutches. But he wasn't worried too much about it, as his color was exceedingly rare. It would be a treat for the boy to ever even hear of another one Hatching during his Impressionable period, let alone see one and by Faranth to Impress one.
He let it creep to the back of his mind, coming down onto the fireheights in a neat corner, careful to not take up too much room. He looked towards the golden Queen and Riki, focusing more on the girl, ~Mine is N'nika, and yes- I am Xyurith. Your Queen-friend doesn't like me,~ he said, not closing his thoughts off from Daisyth. He had given her no reason to not like him, he was by far /more/ impressive than any Bronze. Was that just it, then? Was it really his size that made her mad at him? So what if he were larger (by alot) than she or her Bronze? Why did everyone care so much about his size? The boy wanted to be Weyrleader, but if only he knew that an Amber wouldn't be Weyrking... because of his choice of Snows. To succeed and be a Weyrleader, the boy would have to Impress something that would catch the senior Queen. Xyurith doubted the boy would ever Impress at all, and surely not at one of Silvyth's Hatchings!

Word count: 591
Characters: N'nika and amber Xyurith
Notes: I guess I'm done, I can bring in M'za and Rollasin in my next post.

[feingo]

// My'N'ick, must you insist on always standing?// Azrioth, Topaz of Crystal Caverns, settled lightly to the ground in the quietest, out of the way landing spot he could find. He let a slight moan escape his jaws as he lowered to the ground with ease, but found it much more difficult when he had to worry about knocking His off. // Oh come Az. You needn't worry yourself with it. I find I have a much better view when I stand. // Sliding easily down the side of his great Topaz, the heavy boots of N'ick, the Wingsecond, gave a firm thud into the ground below. He gave the thick furr duster he wore a quick ruffle, adjusting it after the wind had blown it on the way there. That was another reason he often stood when he flew. He loved the feel of the air rushing past him.

Azrioth turned and gave a joking snort to HisN'icks dirtyblonde hair. // You'll have a plenty good view when you'r tumbleing to the ground after falling off one of these times. // His eyes shifted to a light shade of orange as he gave N'icks shoulder a slight nudge. But they abruptly switched back to blue as he realized there was no talking N'ick out of a good time. That was the one thing that never seemed to change about His. No matter what, it took a lot to keep His from enjoying himself. // Az, I think you and I both know that it would take a hurricane force to knock me from your back. And even if I did fall, you chase right after me before I could hit the ground. // He let out a chuckle at that as he looked around, observing the surrounding party. He didn't particurly know anybody here for the most part. But what better time to get to know them?

Azrioth just gave a quiet rumble. N'ick was correct, but no need to let it go to his head. // Perhapse we shall have to test that theory at some point. But for now, be off with you! Go and mingle, and try not to eat too much. The coat's heavy enough. //

N'ick just laughed before taking his first step towards the goings on and speaking aloud, "Why thank you Azrioth. I think I shall do just that..."

Word Count: 438
Characters Present: N'ick and Azrioth
Notes: Yeah, not my best work. But hey, it's an introduction. Once things get going, I'll get better. You'll see.

[Dragonmage]

As they emerged from between with the usual burst of air that might as well have been from the mountain ranges near Crystal Caverns Weyr in winter, Nocia sighed to herself. She would probably have to wait for quite a while for enough room to be able to land. There was no real use in being a Weyrlingmaster, despite the honor of the rank, if there were no Weyrlings. As if a Weyrleader or anyone close to the rank would even think of getting their big dragons out of the landing field for a little Spring, even the Spring whose rider was the Weyrlingmaster of Crystal Caverns Weyr, she thought with savage irritation.

My Nocia, surely we can land now. Daisyth and hers are no longer on the field and the Amber has moved.Look down and see.

Nocia listened to Mosyth despite the irritation at not having been able to land and let her dragon go to the fire heights as quickly as she might have liked. Mosyth landed neatly on the edge of the square, leaving most of it for the larger dragons who might have been circling for a while too. Nocia slipped off her Spring's neck and told her to go up to the fire heights. With a bow to the Lord Holder and her Weyrwoman, who seemed to both be busy with matters larger than the annoyance of a Weyrlingmaster and her Spring, she entered the Gather. Mosyth had insisted that she try to find something to decorate the new set of riding straps she was making.

[Desert]

Good afternoon, Daisyth, Xyurith, Dharth greeted the next two to arrange themselves on the heights. He let the human girl astride the gold's neck hear him as well -- she had already spoken to the other dragons, why not? I hope I find you and Yours well. And you, little one,[/color] he finished the polite greeting, adding a comment to the human in a kindly, almost condescending tone.

Zhek lifted his head when Daisyth landed, crooning a soft greeting to the gold. He more or less ignored both Dharth and Xyurith, for the two huge dragons were none of his concern. He forewent mind-speaking the gold, though, seeing that she was occupied with the human girl. He didn't quite understand it, but since she didn't seem inclined to explain, the big bronze let it slide.

Dharth watched the amber absently in his peripheral vision, his eyes whirling an amused bluey-green. He'd heard much about ambers, and was slightly fascinated by them -- they were equal in size to Eden's native raven queens, thus being the only male dragons to outstrip blacks in size. They reputedly had tempers to match any black or cyan, which was another point which amused Dharth. This particular amber seemed unusually even-tempered, though, which at once disappointed him and further piqued his curiosity.

K'dran made his way around the edge of the landing courtyard toward K'tal, who had quickly spotted the familiar form of his half-brother. The bronzerider lifted his eyebrows quizzically.

"Well well, I'm surprised to see you still alive. I expected that big brute of yours to kill you by now, or otherwise render you incapable of much more than eating and sleeping."

K'dran snorted. "That would be counter-productive, remember? He's a sadist but not a masochist, so he keeps me alive and in relatively good health." He rubbed his hands, which while healed still bore the gruesome scars from when Dharth flamed him.

"More's the pity, I guess. What's changed in Eden since I left?" K'tal asked, noting the absent tic and hiding a smirk.

"Not too much, besides my being made a Wingleader for some inexplicable reason. How was your reception at Crystal Caverns?"

K'tal shrugged. "Pretty much as expected. Zhek's almost the size of the senior queen, so all the other kingriders are convinced he'll beat them the next time Daisyth Rises. For some reason they made me a Wingleader too, coincidentally enough."

K'dran barked a single, mirthless chuckle. "Well go figure! Anyway, while the Holder's free I need to go present myself in the name of Eden Weyr. If only those other lazy whers of Wingleaders would rouse themselves to attend a Gather outside of the Continent, it wouldn't be left to me and maybe Eden would have a better reputation around Pern."

The other Wingleaders are just as lazy as you are in some ways, K'dran, but they don't have dragons like me to motivate them. Congratulations on your promotion, K'tal, by the way,[/color] Dharth remarked wryly, broadcasting his words into the minds of both siblings.

The bronzerider shook his head slightly. K'dran had already started strolling toward the center of the landing courtyard, so his comment went unheard. "I suppose that's a good thing."

K'dran approached the group and bowed politely. "Lord Holder Rileson, Weyrwoman Llaina. I am K'dran, rider of black Dharth, a Wingleader of Eden Weyr. My thanks, on behalf of myself and anyone else from Eden, for letting us attend this Gather." Dharth, from the heights, added his voice to K'dran's short and slightly stilted speech with a loud, brassy bugle. K'dran gritted his teeth in annoyance, but dared not go into an angry tirade when he was within hearing of people he was trying not to insult.[/color][/font]

[thespork]

The colorful banners banners decorating Solse Hold were a much welcome sight to Morskeli, and he could feel some of his bone-weariness vanish. The journey up from Nusa Hold had been a long one, and he was looking forward to some rest and relaxation.

He smirked slightly as he imagined what his wife would say if she heard him thinking that. It had been her idea, after all, that he should come to this Gather and he had protested fiercely against it in the beginning. He did, after all, have a business to look after. Projects to finish. Other things to do. He couldn't afford to take time out and attend a Gather! Much less one that was on a completely different continent.

But she had pushed mightily. She could well enough take care of his shop - didn't she do that anyway, when he had to be away for a day or two? And she usually wound up helping him with some of his larger projects. He had certainly taught her enough of his craft over the years that she could complete the smaller ones on her own.

Morskeli had been dubious about his wife's last claim, and had promptly given her something all on her own to complete. It was a small task, something that had been commissioned as an ornamental object. To his disappointment, she did admirably with it, and the customer had been satisfied when given the carving.

In the end, though, he gave in. Mostly to stop her pestering (however well meaning it was), but also because he realized that he did, in fact, need a vacation. Or even just time away from his damned Hold. And the Gather would give him the perfect excuse to get away.

During the two part journey, though, he began regretting his decision. He wasn't much of a sea man, and had gotten sea sickness on the ship he had taken, much to his embarrassment. Adding to his embarrassment, he also got lost along the way to the Hold, after he had gotten off the ship and rented a Runner.

But all was well now that he was finally here. Morskeli dropped off the tired Runner by the stables before heading back in to the main Gather area. In fact, he might even get something for himself. And his wife, he thought ruefully. Definitely his wife. He wouldn't be here without her, and he had the feeling that she would flay him if he returned empty handed.

A little farther in, Morskeli sighted a group of men and women standing in a cluster. Dragonriders he noted, from their shoulder knots. A knot of his own formed in his throat, but he swallowed it down. His daughter would be one of them one day, he thought, with some measure of pride. And... the Lord Holder? That he gathered from the Blackrider who introduced himself.

Maybe he should do that himself. If a Lord Holder received thanks and praise for the Gather, he might be more inclined to do host another one. But perhaps he would wait until the Dragonriders were done.

Word Count: 533
Characters: Morskeli
Notes: Um, whee? It's a Gather?

[Lyrikitty]

Rileson scowled as he saw a potential agruement ready to start between Weywoman and Weyrsecond. Something would hae to be done about that... And quickly. "Ah, yes, Llaina, this is N'nika of New Cove, a visitor and welcomed guest, N'nika, our Weyrwoman and rider of the Gold Daisyth." Tactfully he reminded his Weyrwoman of her own duties and responsibilites, and the fact that she was representing a respected Weyr. With a smile, he nodded to the Blackrider who approached, glad for some sort of an interruption. "K'dran huh? Well, you wouldn't be related to K'tal would you? The one who rides that behemoth of a Bronze?" He asked after such with hopes it would change the subject, and turn conversation to more genial tpics. From the corner of his eye he saw a Spring land, and though he tried to drudge her name up it eluded him. No matter. A Springrider was of little import to him, what with no Pearl in the Weyr at the moment, and no clutch depending on their care. Dys appeared at his shoulder, hovering for a moment with a sour look for the rest present before settling to the padded shoulder of the Lord Holder. The almost bland color of the flit's hide was a poor contrast to Rileson's fine appearance, though it was now dusty from the irate Daisyth stirring sand on them all, though his scales glittered nicely. The creature's eyes were tinged with warning for those around, and despite Rileson stroking the slender neck affectionately, Dys refused to calm. Not that Rileson expected him to, but it would be nice if for once the protective little beast would behave. With a shake of his head, he scanned the area around, hoping for some excuse to remove himself from the company. And his luck was high, finding his reason in what had to be a Southerner, from the look of him. "Ah, I must excuse myself, there are more guests to greet you know. Good Gather, friends." The Holder gave a broad smile to the riders and extricated himself from them, walking briskly over tot he man who he hadn't the slightest clue about, and throwing his arms wide as if they were old friends, startling Dys into a chatter of scolding. "Ah, good to see you here! You're a Southern man, no doubt, just look at you." With a heart laugh, he shook a finger. "I'd be more friendly, but my little friend here gets jealous." Talking to Morsekli, though he knew not that to be the man's name, was a prime excuse to pardon himself from the possible dissent among riders.

Llaina scowled for a moment, watching the Amber take off and then land near her Gold. If so much as an inch of Daisyth's hide was harmed she'd- //Do nothing. He has every right to be where he pleases at a Gather. Off with you now, have fun. I am in good company for the most part, and can take care of myself.// With a frown, Llaina nodded to N'nika. "Apologies, we were anxious to land, and I had a lapse of judgement. Greetings K'dran, K'tal is here, you know." With a smile for the Blackrider, Daisyth would be in need of kings to chase her, and one never knew after all, she was able to all but completely block N'nika out of her mind, finding the Amberrider nearly insufferable.

Daisyth rumbled in amusement, looking from the Amber to the Black, both larger than she by some length, and then to the Bronze. //I never said I didn't like you, but you made my landing rather difficult. No matter now, I suppose. It does good for a Hold to know what their queen can do. Right, little one? And welcome Dharth, Mine is in a fine state, a little hot-headed right now, but given a few moments she'll forget it all. Worse than muself, I fear.// The Gold gave a rumble at that, finding it amusing, and wondering if indeed Hers would think so, or if Riki would. Looking down at Riki she gave a little smile, though at heart she was not smiling at all by now. First that Amber had spoken to the girl, and now the Black? Surely no good would come of it, surely itcould only lead to bad. What if... what if they wished to Search her? Oh, that simply wouldn't do! If anyone was to Search the girl it would be Daisyth, and she would bring her to Crystal Cavern with her, where the girl would impress... What? Oh, it was ture that Daisyth was utterly fascinated with Riki, but did that mean the lass was destined for anything great? No. The only explanation that anyone had suggested was that it was possible for Daisyth to Impress to Riki were anything to happen to Llaina. And that much might well be true, though the Gold feverently wished nothing would befall Hers. Cautiously she eyed the foreing kings, suspicious of them now. Yes... They wanted to take Riki away from her, and sadly if that came about, there was little the Gold could do.

Riki looked about, startled, as not only Daisyth, who she was familiar with by now, but Xyurith, and then Dharth, bespoke her. Her eyes widened and she unconciously moved herself closer to the Gold's forearm, taking comfort from the warmth of her hide. Why had they all chosen to include her in conversation? It was odd enough that Daisyth made a point of keeping her company, but this? Bewildered, she looked from one dragon to the next, the only one who hadn't said anything to her knowledge the Bronze. Had she offended him, or was it just the rest that were odd? She was no Hear All Dragons, she knew that for a fact, as she'd tried countless times to locate and talk to Daisyth with no success, so why? Was she simply likeable to dragons, where it seemed humans found her a prime target for a kick? But that made no sense either. Frowning, she tilted her head to look up at the Gold, her dark saphire eyes questioning. She really had no idea what to do, as when she spoke to Daisyth she spoke aloud, and she didn't want the others to feel insulted by her speaking only to Daisyth and questioning why she was being so honored as to hear them all. When she received no answer from the Gold, she looked carefully from the corner of her eyes first at Xyurith, his hide gleaming, his horns curling proudly back over his skull. Oh he was a stunning male, to be sure. Nothing at all like those native to Crystal Cavern... Her gaze shifted to Dharth, the Black just as impressive in appearance, and then to her own feet. True, not nearly so gran a sight as any of the dragons, but it was better tan staring, and she tried to have some manners when dealing with anyone deserving her respect, or anyone she thought her father would beat her for staring at. A shudder ran her spine at that, and sh took a steady breath to focus. "Um... Thank you all for being so, uh, so kind as to..." She paused, looking again from under her lashes at the dragons as if expecting at any moment for one of them to take grave insult. "Talk to me." She let her gaze fall back to her fweet, finding it considerably boring to look at them, as there was nothing of interest- Oh wait, there went a little crawlie over the toe, and away it went again- alright, there was nothing of interest for her to look at there.

Another dragon appeared overheard, her white hide blinding in it's brillince, ebony-dipped paws and tail standing at a harsh contrast to that shade, and along her top, starting with her head, traveling down her neck and over the upper portion of her great wings, was a rosy gold that slowly deepened. The snow scanned the landing area, and decided quickly it was best not to attempt it, for though her Xyurith had evacuated, it was crowded with smaller dragons, and she could just as easiy land esewhere to let her rider off. Casually the snow dipped her wing to those in the square, knowing well that N'nika was aomng them, and headed for the heights, making an almost flawless landing, and crouching low so as to allow Kisa to dismount with little difficulty. With a stream of laughter, Kisa swung her leg of her snow's bneck and looked aprehensively at the ground below, as well as the bent foreleg for which she could drop to. Normally there would be no problem, but she wore a dress, if for no reason other than to see N'nika smile -for the dress was the same she's worn after Impression-. /Sylvith, remind me why I'm wearing this, and why we came?/ The Snow rumbled and stood full height again, better balance, as she turned her head to place her muzzle against her shoulder, where Kisa could easily perch on the snow's skull for the shortride down. //Because you look pretty, and Our N'nika needs to have something pretty on her arm. And you like Gathers. Now grab on would you? Xyurith is here already, and is near a Gold. She ranks higher than me, you know that?// As if there was a chance the Amber would bond to another dragon. No, sonce the day they hatched it had seemed Xyurith and she were mated, for only he had ever flown her. Kisa gathered her pale blue skirts and then stepped carefully onto Sylvith's head, not as head a task as it might seem considering the size f the dragon, and the lack of size of the rider. Her soft dancing shoes were barely felt by the Snow, and only whenKisa gave her the go ahead did Sylvith lower her cranium to the ground, rumbling lightly at the odd form of a dismount. With a shake of her head, Kisa waved a hand at her beloved Snow, shooing her off to whatever she pleased, and took up a brisk trot of her own, hoping to find N'nika, but instead finding herself nearly running over a Springrider from Crystal Cavern. ((Nocia)) Startled, she skittered to a halt and held her hands up, blushing crimson as she tried to stammer out an apology. "I'm so sorry! I didn't even see you, are you alright?" Not that Kisa could have possibly done much harm, standing a whole 5' and weighing hardly anything, but it was the principle of the matter, and she should really learn to watch where she went. With an absent hand she brushed her ebony tresses from her face, shapr blue eyes keenly evaluating the rider she'd stumbled on. "I'm Kisa, Junior Weyrwoman of New Cove, rider of the Snow Sylvith." As she spoke her dragon's name, she gestured in her general direction, slightly off as the Snow had moved.

With Kids safely on the ground, Sylvith strolled lazily over to Xyurith, crooning to him as she settled delicately, almost prissily, to the ground beside him, glaring at the Gold, and not even noticing the small human. //XyurithMine, you beat us. How long have you been here? And hello Dharth, has anyone else of Eden come?// She kenw of a particular Roan and rider that Kisa and N'nika both might enjoy seeing, though for different reasons, and a small part of the Snow rather hoped they would be here. With absent possesiveness, she unfurled a wing and let it gently brush Xyurith's amber side.



Word Count: 2080
Character: Rileson, Llaina of Daisyth, Riki, Kisa of Sylvith
Notes: *wipes brow* Not bad for a sick gal, if I say so myself.

[Desert]

K'dran's lips twitched up into a smirk. "Yes, actually, he's my half brother," he said. He would've made an acerbic remark of some sort, but the Holder scampered off to accost someone else a few lengths away -- obviously in an attempt to escape the area of conflict before a serious argument could start.

When Llaina greeted him, K'dran ducked his head politely. "I saw him, Weyrwoman, and Dharth is chatting with Zhekalenearth as we speak." If he would have anything to do with it, Dharth would have nothing to do with any queen Flights outside Eden. Even if the Flight was thrown open, Dharth was quite larger than any male dragon on Pern besides Xyurith, much less the queens themselves, so that would cause many other riders to claim that it was unfair. K'dran wasn't about to stir that bed of coals.

Well, her temper is not unfounded. Were I in your place i would have been properly irritated myself. Dharth rumbled a laugh, his lower jaw hanging open in a draconic grin.

Catching Daisyth's errant thoughts about Riki, he added to the gold alone, I am not here to steal candidates from you, Daisyth. Eden already has a quite promising girl to Stand, so as far as I am concerned we need no more. You have no need to worry about our eyes coveting Northern resources.[/color]

Riki's hesitant, shy speech brought another chuckle bubbling up from the black's cavernous chest. Yes, an amusing child to be sure, but too young yet, and with nowhere near the promise that Dharth saw in Ivaris. Daisyth could have the girl.

Dharth dipped his muzzle respectfully to Sylvith as the snow approached. Good day, Sylvith. None yet besides K'dran and I have arrived, and I do not know if any others had plans to attend. I shall alert you if any do arrive, if you wish,[/color] he offered politely.

Zhek lifted his head when the snow arrived, nodded curtly to her and then dropped his head again with a sleepy sigh. Dharth glanced at the bronze with an amused green tinge to his eyes, then shrugged and settled onto his belly to bask in what little sunlight filtered down from the wan winter sky.[/color][/font]

[elainsie]

M'lon had had the best intentions in arriving at the Gather on time. He had woken up earlier than usual, gone through his meticulous morning ritual, all on schedule. However choosing clothes to wear became a problem. Outfit after outfit was discarded for such silly reasons, like a stitch on one of the seams was not quite straight, or that color would not look well against Okasrith's Harper-blue hide. It was candlemarks later before he settled on a wind-red tunic, with black trimming, black pants, and his boots, dyed a color a shade darker than the tunic. Finally pleased with his general over-all appearance he made his way to the ledge where his blue patiently waited for him.

Ready now? The dragon asked, his large multifaceted eyes wearing the blue-green of contentment.

"I suppose so," M'lon replied, "Why do I not look ready?" he asked with a grin on his face, "I could always go back and change again..."

No, Okasrith replied quite quickly, I want to be at the Gather today, not in a Turn from now.

M'lon nodded, using the blues front leg to propel himself on the dragon's back. "Well what are you waiting for, to Solse Hold." And the dragon took to the sky, reaching an altitude high enough above the Weyr for him to wink /between./

They emerged high above the Hold, Okasrith circling down lazily to the landing courtyard. The one good thing about their late arrival was that the queue for dragons waiting to land had thinned, and by the time Okasrith reached the ground there was a space for his lithe frame. Landing gently, the blue proffered his leg for M'lon to clamber back down. The rider rubbed the maw of his dragon, before the blue lifted off, heading to where the array of dragons sun baked.

M'lon looked around him, his signature smile plastered on his face as he took int the sights, sounds and smells of the Gather. There was something so exciting about being in the midst of it all. He hardly knew where to begin. Did he get something to eat, try and catch up with some friends, or stroll through the stalls before all the good bargains were snapped up? Pondering the conundrum, he realized he had not moved off the landing square, and a pair of greens hovered in the sky above him. With an apologetic wave to the riders, he stepped off the square, brushing out a crease that he had obtained while dragon-back.

Quickly walking away, he decided he would follow his nose, and grab a bubbly pie or a meat roll, and then while he ate that he could inspect the stalls, glad of the bag of marks he had tucked into a deep pocket of his tunic. Who knew perhaps while he was wondering around aimlessly he might bump into a friend, after all there were bound to be any number of Talune riders here. It was a Gather after all.

[Dragonmage]

Nocia had been very distracted as she entered the Gather. Mosyth had a bit of the hoarder about her and in the Spring's mind, there was no reason for the riding straps to be boring and plain if her rider could decorate them without weakening the leather. Nocia had been very firm on the fact that it would set a bad example for the Weyrlings if she disregarded safety just to make the straps look pretty and pander to the whims of her dragon.

Deep in thought as she wandered through the Gather, Nocia was quite shocked when someone nearly ran into her. She bit back her automatic reaction of telling off the person who had almost hit her. Weyrlings who did that during drills got sternly reprimanded. Those drills were to be taken seriously because they could and did make the difference between getting through Falls without getting killed. When she looked at the rank knots of the small woman who had nearly hit her, Nocia was very glad that she had not said the first, angry thing that had popped into her head.

"It's very nice to meet you, Junior Weyrwoman Kisa. I'm Weyrlingmaster Nocia of Spring Mosyth." Nocia slowly smiled at the Junior Weyrwoman. She wouldn't mind a little company as she looked through the Gather.

Mosyth looked at the other dragons slightly shyly. Most of them were far larger than she was and might not wish to talk with a Spring, even one who was the Weyrlingmaster of Crystal Caverns' dragon. She felt rather intimidated by the number of ranking dragons, but her Nocia had said that she was as good as any Queen. Could that have just been in her rider's mind? A rider would obviously be protective of the dragon who had choosen them as a lifemate.