Hatching Feast (Happy Holidays Clutch)

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After standing at the door for a moment, she entered the cavern slowly, casting a cool gaze around the room, in hopes of spotting the weyrwoman and weyrleader. If it was anything like Southern Weyr, they'd be wearing their knots on their shoulder... but it seems that luck was not on her side and instead she headed over to the small knot of riders that were deep in conversation, including one male who seemed to flirting rather outrageously with the other men. Nix couldn't help but allow a smile to cross onto her expression, Southern weyr had been very uptight, any one who was gay was barely tolerated and often shunned after mating flights bvut here... it seemed as though it was encouraged and welcomed, which nestled Nix's nerves. if anything she preferred the company of gay men as they were often easier to talk to and often enjoyed in a good laugh.

"Hey. I'm Nix... I just arrived from Southern Weyr... i was wondering if anyone could point in the direction fo the weyrwoman or weyrleader?"

[/color] Nix treated the group of riders to her best looking smile as her hands folded neatly behind her back.

At which point, Crysti poked her head through Nix's hair and chirped a greeting, her little eyes whirling in shades of blue and green with an exact match of hide color to Nix's eye color. Without a second warning, Crysti launched herself off Nix's shoulder and landed on the table fo chriping and chatting away to the riders as though they could understand every word.

Nix covered her face and groaned, one of these days that firelizard was going to get her in serious trouble. Moving closer, she reached to pick up the firelizard of the table.

"Sorry about Crysti... she's just a tad overfriendly..."[/color] Nix gave another apologetic smile.

"Mine... what is going on?" Metholith's familiar voice caressed her mind easing Nix's anxiety.

'Its okay Meth, why don't you go meet some of the other dragons?'[/color] Nix thought loudly to Metholith, hoping that Metholith's own anxieties would be eased by meeting some of the other dragons of this weyr.[/size][/blockquote]

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Z’mer laughed. “You know he does – he feels he hasn’t done his job unless I’m called an idiot at least seven or eight times a day. He counts that as a slow day.” He loved his dragon and most of the time he agrees when Amoneth calls him an idiot. Usually after the fact when he’s made a fool of himself.

After leaving Garrett and E’rra, Z’mer sat with M’kal again. “E’rra is a new transfer,” he said conversationally, watching the blackrider for any kind of reaction. “His Novath is really competitive, so Sabath might have some competition on his hands this time.”

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Garrett raised an eyebrow. “I take it your dragon approves of mating flights and he expects to win?” All riders felt like that but this was a new level of confidence by a dragon for him. “You would want to hide from your dragon?” Garrett was puzzled by that.

He grimaced as he saw Z’mer sit down with M’kal again. “I shudder to think what he’s saying to M’kal,” he said sourly. “He’s probably stirring trouble again. He thinks he’s helping but he doesn’t.” His mood was suddenly gloomy. “M’kal is Sabath’s rider. Sabath has flown Iroth since she first rose and well, they seem to like each other since none other has caught her yet.” He wondered how much a rider’s like or dislike influenced a dragon’s choice. The common belief is held that the dragon chooses and the rider has no influence. He’d love to challenge that belief, but he wasn’t sure how.

He had to admit to himself that this was the first time that he’d sought out another rider in an attempt to get to know them. Most of the Weyr’s riders were acquaintances, but something about E’rra made him want to get to know the man more than just casually.

True, initially it was the spike of pure physical attraction, but he suddenly realized that it was not just that anymore. The realization shook him a little and he glanced over at M’kal again. He felt the last thread of infatuation snap and mourned it. His expression didn’t change – his social front was the same: friendly and interested, not matter what was going on in his head.

Garrett grinned. “Oh, please take up my time, otherwise I have to go back to the head table where the Lord Holder’s excruciatingly dull son is attempting to garner favor or something. He doesn’t know how to talk to me, being a male greyrider and all that.”

Garrett led E’rra to the refreshment table and poured some of the Benden white into two goblets and handed one to the other man. “To new beginnings,” he said before taking a sip. It was a new beginning for him since he had come to his realization.