Mentioned: Rhianwen & Inez, Open
Dirce opened her mouth to say something to Rhianwen, there was something there that she wanted to say, but she kept it to herself at the last moment, due in some small part to the fact that the woman was off before anything could be said. She frowned to herself, feel a little downtrodden but in no moment did she intend to leave it at that. She would speak to the goldrider later, if time during training allowed, but she knew it might be some time before a moment provided itself to her, to either of them, or if the words would even still be there - if the bravery she had felt in the moment before gold and brown had disappeared would still be there - when the time came.
She turned back to her plate and decided she would try her best to enjoy the rest of the feast while she could. She was still ravenously hungry, and she supposed it would be best to become familiar with some of the people around her, especially of the rider sort now that she would be one. If that failed her, she could always retreat back to the barracks and enjoy her plate of treats there, but she'd much rather linger in the dining hall for now, see who was around and maybe chat a little here, a little there. It wasn't like her, but as a weyrling, she supposed it would be for the best.
Tag: A'ric, Alassiel
He considered it for a moment as his cousin spoke to him, and truthfully... he liked the idea of being able to fly for his cousin. He thought Rumith might like it as well, though she was still too young to really understand what all of that would mean, and being asleep besides, he didn't want to rouse her just to see what her opinion would be on the matter. So instead of trying to do so, he decided he would just speak for the both of them for now, and assume that she would be okay with it because it was something that he would want in the future. "I like that idea, actually. It would be neat seeing how you work up close, and I think - well, know, I know I would be a fit choice."
Grated, that still had to wait to be seen, but he had faith in his future abilities as a rider. It seemed as though over night, ihs confidence in the future had risen, and it was all because of a little brown creature named Rumith.
But the smiles ended when Lassi started to cry, and he reached over for his friend's hand to give it a squeeze. "Hey there, friend. Don't cry. She is with you all the way, completely and without question. She found you, only you, in the stands, right?"
He glanced at A'ric, not sure if he was saying the right thing or not, and hoping his cousin would be able to share with him i he was. Even though he'd just gotten off being a candidate, he was still new to this whole dragon business, and he didn't know if that was completely true of Impression things or not. He liked to think it was - after all, didn't the dragons know?
He glanced around, following her gaze, and when it landed on the girl she had mentioned, he seemed to understand. In a way at least. There was something about wanting to protect someone you were close with, and while he didn't understand everything about the woman before him, or her situation, he did get the fact that she was just trying to protect her sister. He didn't want to be harsh towards her, but there was something on his mind to say in response, and he prepared himself for something to say, only to stop. "Do you think you might be willing to bring your sister to speak to me? I might be able to get an understanding of how she feels, and then you and I can discuss her a little more, see where things stand at that point."
Perhaps she was a protective guardian that just wanted what was best, and if that was the case... "What do you think? Is that something the two of you would be willing to do?"
Tag: Isiana; Mentiond: B'tian, R'fael, Var'n
Finn could understand that. She knew she wasn't exactly ready for more babies herself, though she knew eventually she wanted to bring the subject up with Bast. Not for a while though, not after what they had been through. They were just starting to heal from it, and it wouldn't do to pull up something that they were still tender from even if the wounds were finally covered, however lightly. She sipped from her wine and looked around, noticing several familiar faces from her time eyeing the candidates. She was proud of them all, and so happy they had Impressed, and then her mind flipped for a moment to a point in the far, far away future when it would be her own babies' feast, and she had to stop herself before she burst into tears and ruined Isi's moment. "Yes, I know it's going to be tough doing this in a few months again, but then I'll be there to help you through once more. I'll bring your a meal just as soon as she allows me in, and I'll stay with you as long as I'm able to like I did that first time. And we'll make it tradition, that each time she clutches, I'm there right after. Sound like a deal to you?"
She liked the idea, and was all but certain that her friend would as well, and then the excitement increased and she nodded her head, pointing out first Var'n, then R'fael, grinning and waving at both of them when she was able to catch each of their attentions. "Var'n Impressed pewter Quiloth, a handsome thing if ever there was one, and R'fael was Impressed in the stands to a handsome sport dragon named Pavoth. He... he had been dragonless before, so I'm pleased he has a new purpose, you know?"
She swallowed a sudden lump in her throat and rubbed at it a little. "It was a good hatching for everyone, but for my boys, I was especially pleased."
He glanced over his shoulder to see Mar'lus there, but didn't see Isiana at all. He frowned a little and shook his head, a move that might see ma bit ungrateful but for the time being, he was being a little selfish. A smile returned and he looked at his daughter, turning her, spinning her, attempting to distract her away from the other bronzerider though not out of any sense of getting back at the other man. He simply wished to enjoy this moment with her, not share it with anyone else. And perhaps... it was a little bit out of pride. Maybe he had realized that he'd been a little wrong during their last encounter, and pitting him against the younger man wasn't a good idea. Though, he told himself, "pitting" perhaps wasn't the best choice of thought-words.
Zenjarth admonished him, accusing him of protectiveness, and perhaps he was. He wasn't ready to let her go, and maybe it was time to admit that to her. She was a grown young woman, and he couldn't control her anymore, but it was hard to let go. She was one of his favorites, aside from T'brek and Lerina, so it was difficult to pull himself back and away. He sighed and looked down at her, and the first thing out of his mouth was not another round of congratulations, or asking her how she was, but was something that might rather surprise her instead. "Sunny, my girl... I am sorry."
Oh, this was what he'd always wanted, an embrace just like this. It wasn't for the reasons he'd dreamed of, but it was close enough, and he wasn't going to push it or her away. He was going to savor it, and pull her close. He was going to hold her so tight in the hopes that they could melt together for just a little bit and maybe he would be able to keep a little piece of her with him. Because even if he didn't think he could leave now - how could he after seeing her, her joy, how could he truly shatter that by disappearing with nary a sign to her of where he was going? - there was still that chance she might move on without him in some other manner, and he wasn't going to take the chance of not keeping some piece of her with him in some manner.
It was solidified, all of it, the moment he felt her whispered words at his ear, and his arms instinctively tightened around her. No, he couldn't let her go, he couldn't stop being selfish or pull away from the South because he knew she would always be tied to this place for good. Her dragon was born here, she would always be Atrician now. Cat, for better or worse, would always be Atrician himself because Niomi was here. He closed his eyes for a moment, his hand rising behind her as it came to close in at the back of her head, to cradle it, to hold her even closer than she already was, but it stopped short, and he froze, when he realized what he was doing. No, she wouldn't like that, there would be rejection, and he couldn't handle that on a day like this when he was already teetering towards leaving.
"I would do it again,"
he said, voice suddenly hoarse with emotion, something that was there due to the fact that he had nearly made a mistake that could have shoved him from her without the intention of doing so. "I will always take you wherever I go, Nimmy."
He pulled back, a smile on his face, the fluid clinging to his eyes an easy thing to mistake as joy for her on this happiest of days. "I can't wait to meet her. She must be... spectacular. Do you think she'll like me?"