He turned, surprised, but once he saw the greenrider, Duke's face lit up with delight. He tried so hard not to look him over and was rather pleased with himself when managed not to, and he stepped forward to offer the other glass he'd been holding since his arrival. If Cles thought that Duke himself was a sight, then clearly he had not taken a look at himself before coming to the feast because the same could be applied to him in every way. He tried to find words, he really did, but it was damn near impossible when his tongue was so tied up and twisted in knots similar to the ones he found his stomach to be turned into. But he managed to find some way to pull it from the roof of his mouth, then proceeded to untwist it as best as he could, and when he spoke... he was far from impressed with himself.
"I got you a drink."
He wanted so much to smack his own face, but he resisted, and instead stepped aside, a hand on Cles' arm to draw him with so someone could get past them, and a smile on his face as he tried again. Really, he wasn't some lovesick teenager, he was a grown man. He could do this without making a complete fool of himself. And anyway, they were just friends. Friends. Only friends. There was nothing more to it. "Don't worry about being my shadow for the event. You can stick with me, you know you're always a welcome person in my company."
And that made him curious about something, though he didn't intend it to be rude, so he was careful about how he worded it when he spoke. "Did you attend your own hatching feast, by chance?"
Tag: Sid'nis, Mul'rec
"Was you able to get some rest after all that running we had to do?"
Rest had been fitful, but he'd managed some, though he supposed he should be saying that to Sid. "Yes, on some level. Though hopefully it will come a little more once we're able to do the first exams. That should be interesting, don't you agree? Such a large group of healthy ones, so many personalities, such an interesting pack of children to look after."
He chuckled and sipped from his drink, glancing around at some of the weyrlings that were already wandering the room, wishing them well silently, thanking them all for their service in his head. "What about you? Have you managed to get your rest as well?"
He did worry, even when he knew he didn't need to, but Sid knew that he was going to - they were friends after all.
"Rath, this is one of my dearest and oldest friends, Brownrider Mul'rec. We flew together in Benden and then later here. Mul'rec, this is my very good friend and mentor, Masterhealer Rathiran."
Rath smiled at that, and turned to Mul'rec with a nod. He'd herd about the man from Sid often enough, knew a thing or two about him but not enough. He... suspected Sid held certain feelings there from the way he'd spoken of him, and where once it had bothered him, it wasn't something that was an issue anymore. At least he didn't think it was. Regardless of the matter, the man was obviously important to the bluerider, and because of that, he deserved to be respected, and Rath could certainly do that regardless of how he might feel in the here and now. He took a step forward, offering his free hand towards Mul'rec. "It's good to finally meet you, Brownrider Mul'rec. Sid'nis has spoken very highly of you, so it's nice to finally see the man behind the name."
He'd been fine, truthfully, though he'd been sleeping mostly. Poor Nizhoni had gotten very little response out of him, considering he'd been more or less dead to the world since Bellatrix had given him a good day or two off to just sleep things off, and in between regular duties that's all he'd really done. He managed a smile for Kyrielle and more or less said the same thing to her, thinking she would understand - she had been one of the young women in the class that had more or less understood things the most. "I've been sleeping a lot, truthfully. That's why you haven't seen too much of me the last few days."
He assured her, first and foremost, rubbing the back of his back and giving her hand a squeeze.
"What about you? How have you been? I mean, I can guess, but I would like to hear it from your mouth, Kyrielle."
No pretending, no fake response, just honesty. He wanted someone to be honest with him and he knew he would get that from her. But first, before she responded, he gave the hand he squeezed a pat and held up a finger. "You hold up. I'll go get us a drink. Juice for you, candidate rules."
He winked. "But I'll grab something to eat as well. Find us a table and we can sit and chat. I have a feeling you've got something else on your mind, we can go over it while we're here."
It was never a bad time, nor a bad place, to speak to one of the candidates; now that his break time was over, he was more or less back on duty. She could talk to him, and he would more than listen.
He had left her alone the last couple of days, to soak in the feelings of being newly Impressed, though he'd been there after to congratulate her. His Sunny, Impressed and bonded. L'van smiled as he thought about how proud he was of her. He was certain she would be at the feast, had promised her he would attend so that they could share a dance together. So when he heard that first shout of "Papa!"
He knew she was there and turned around in time to see her running towards him. He grinned and stepped forward in time to catch her up in his arms, grinning as he spun her around, a happy laugh emanating from his lungs.
"Oh, my Sunny, Sunny girl. I'm so proud of you!"
He'd already spoken those words, with Lerina by his side, but they deserved to be spoken again. "How is your little girl doing? Is she sleeping? Have you slept? Oh!"
He had set her down on her feet and looked upon her, and he smiled like any father of pride would. "You look beautiful. A regular Atrician beauty, through and through."
For that was what she was now - shed were the bounds of Telgar, wrapped around her were the arms of her new home. "How does it feel, my dear, to finally be Impressed?"
He felt her presence before he heard her voice, but he was grasping his hands so tightly to keep from turning that he was starting to shake a little. He didn't know if he could bare to look at her, but he knew he was going to have to, that he was going to need to be able to say those two words that would resonate in his heart for the remainder of his life. But then she called for him, and he took a breath, mentally nodded, and started to turn. The color was what caught his attention first, for never had he seen that on her before. The cloud like fabric was what captured his attention next, for never had he seen that on her before. The fact that she was wearing the dress captured his attention last and the moment it slammed into him that she was wearing it, he was at a complete loss.
She was always beautiful to him, always
, but right now, in this moment... he had never seen her look so exquisite before. All thoughts of leaving left him, and he felt like he was going to cry for even thinking like he could depart from her presence. How could he think that he could leave her when he loved her so much? He was selfish, a poor, lovesick fool who had nothing to give her, sure, but he couldn't leave her. He stepped forward, slowly, surely, until he stood directly in front of her. And like he would have if he were still Heir, he took her hand, kissed the back of it, and smiled. "Congratulations, Nimmy. She's perfect." And so are you...
Dirce smiled as Rhianwen appeared, pleased to see her. She realized now that... this might change things, or make them different, or... That even with feelings, what was she to do with them as a weyrling? If she had said sonething, done something, prior... She felt Sandalphonth stir in the back of her mind and bit down on the inside of her cheek, knowing this added a new layer to the confusion of the changes she would have to work through in the coming months. There was no telling what might happen, or if she was getting ahead of herself, but she also could do nothing about things now. Keeping the pleased expression on her face, for there could be no other kind there whenever Rhianwen was about, she touched the fingers on her arm and nodded.
"I had thought about what you the other day, when I was feeding her, and what you'd said about Impressing from the stands. It's been..."
She wasn't sure how to put it at first, and chuckled while shaking her head. "I know I wouldn't change it, or give her back for anything. I love her more than words can describe, but there have been moments where I'll be trying to sleep at night, and I'll realize how one thing will be changing in the coming months and it'll hit me."
She looked down at her plate that she'd barely set anything on. She didn't mention the headaches, or the fact that she'd been sick more than once, but then again she didn't even know if that was normal or not. "But she's my everything. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her. I'm sure you know what that feeling is like when it happens, though."