Imara - June 18, 2000 
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You walk toward the Landing Field.
Landing Field(#33RDJ$)
The dense jungle has released a large, spacious field from its clutches, which stretches in a 
slightly irregular circle and is large enough for an entire Flight of dragons to land on and 
take wing comfortably. The ground is formed of slightly sandy, but mostly hard packed 
dirt, blanketed by short blades of grass, Southern's testament to grow anything, anywhere. 
The larger foliage is reserved for the edges of the clearing, where lush green ferns emerge 
from the fertile soil, and trees spread their branches in an attempt to reach the sky, shading 
the jungle's undergrowth in partial shadow.
Shadows are long now, as the sun reaches out for the western horizon, illuminating the 
world with a ruddy golden glow. A seaward breeze has begun to flow, carrying with it the 
aromas of redfruit and roasting meat.
A well-worn, wide trail leads southeast to the meadow; others branch west, north, and 
southwest to smaller clearings; equally broad paths fork off through the foliage to the 
council room or the flagstoned courtyard surrounding the Weyrhall. 
People:      Imara           L'mir           Auralia         K'tor          
Dragons:     Siolath         Luiseth        

Obvious exits:
Courtyard  Lakeside Meadow  Council Room  Northern Weyrs  Western Weyrs  
Southwestern Weyrs

The seven stars of the Holder's Daughters wink cheerfully through as the dimming red 
light of sunset fills the warm spring skies.
  
Yishenth ambles across from the Northern Weyrs.
Yishenth has arrived.

L'mir's skinny jaw drops on it's hinge, sable eyes wide as he looks down at the new knot. 
Silly him is dumbfounded, his free hand extended to take the item from Auralia.

Blaith soars over from the sky above.
Blaith has arrived.

Muinyth flies over from the sky above.
Muinyth has arrived.

Blaith lumbers toward the Lakeside Meadow.
Blaith has left.

Bryena strides over from the Western Courtyard.
Bryena has arrived.

K'tor nods crispy. "Get with Fol and talk to him about tapping your weyrlings. Now... I 
suppose I can get the other at the island. You up for that, Aura?"

Auralia nods her head again, "Sure thing, Kat. We heading over now, by the look of it?"

Niaeth soars over from the sky above.
Niaeth has arrived.

K'tor nods. "I'll have Albanth bespeak Rnayth..."

Kayla walks over from the Western Courtyard.
Kayla has arrived.

In the northern sky, Ardanth flies toward the Northern Weyrs clearing below.

Nareisa walks over from the lush Lakeside Meadow.
Nareisa has arrived.

Muinyth backwings fairly gracefully to a landing in the field, as two blues move out of the 
way for him. The brown rumbles pleasantly, as Shasta looks about. "Anyone need a ride?" 
She calls to the various weyrfolk around.

Nareisa scoots in, seemingly in a hurry. She's all mussed and stuff.

Albanth lumbers over from the Northern Weyrs.
Albanth has arrived.

Auralia nods; "I'll get going, then." With a general wave to the assembling folks, she darts 
off.
Auralia walks toward the Lakeside Meadow.

Auralia has left.

Kayla looks over to Shasta, a smile on her lips. "I do!" Well.. she can shout. After all, she's 
all the way accross the field. She makes her way over to the brown and rider.

Imara waits next to Yishenth. "Yeah, anyone need a lift?" she asks, getting prepared to 
mount up.

J'ren strides over from the Western Courtyard.
J'ren has arrived.

K'tor mutters something about always running late, as he takes a scrambling jump aboard.

K'tor steps onto Albanth's foreleg and, with the aid of the bronze's straps, swings astride 
him. Albanth practically dances in anticipation, eager to be off.
K'tor has left.

J'ren strides over to the Lakeside Meadow.
J'ren has left.

From her seat astride Muinyth, Shasta gives Kayla a half wave, and Muinyth moves to 
make her trip shorter. "C'mon up," Shasta calls, leaning over to offer a hand of assistance.

Siolath ambles toward the Lakeside Meadow.
Siolath has left.

Kayla takes the hand, climbing up behind the rider.

Kayla scrambles up Muinyth's with the aid of a boost from the browns foreleg.
Kayla has left.

Albanth soars to the sky over Southern Weyr.
Albanth has left.

Imara calls, "C'mon on over if you need a ride," and turns to her lifemate.

In the northern sky, Albanth disappears into Between.

Nareisa ums. "Right, so, we should er... go." She sighs at J'ren's retreating back.

From her seat astride Muinyth, Shasta twists about in her straps, to help Kayla with 
buckling in. "'Tisn't more than a short hop." the brownrider explains. "Gonna be warm 
enough?" As she does so, Muinyth shifts, stretching out his wings, preparing to leap 
skywards.

Saith flies over from the sky above.
Saith has arrived.

Bryena makes her way into field, with a quick wave towards Imara before spotting L'mir. 
Hrm. Best to try asking first as she wanders in the bronzeriders direction. "L'mir?"

Using the foreleg that Yishenth has offered as a step, you swing up onto the green with 
practiced ease. She turns her Tropically Iridescent Green head to make sure you're 
situated and regards you with adoring blue eyes.

Seated between Muinyth's lower neck ridges, Kayla nods, buckling herself in. "Thanks, but 
I'll be fine." She hugs her jaket to her."

Nareisa vaults up onto Niaeth's back. "Um, anyone who wants a lift can ride with me."

Nareisa scrambles up Niaeth's back, the tiny rider aided by a forelimb and a push from blue 
snout. The blue watches carefully until she is safely buckled in.
Nareisa has left.

From her seat astride Muinyth, Shasta gives a final look around the field, as weyrfolk and 
riders alike scurry to dragons. "Looks like it's just us, then. C'mon, Muinyth, let's go. Hold 
on, Kayla!" With that, the dragon tenses, then springs for the air.

Imara straps herself in and smiles, patting her lifemate. "Let's go. Don't think there's 
anyone left." The green croons and prepares to take off.

Muinyth soars to the sky over Southern Weyr.
Muinyth has left.

You soar to the sky over Southern Weyr.

Northern Sky(#160RJaes$) 
Contents:
Muinyth(#3190JOQaems$)
Obvious exits:
Southern Airspace  

Yishenth disappears into Between.

Between
Between is a cold, empty void of awful nothingness. You can hear nothing, see nothing, 
smell nothing, touch nothing, and it is only the knowledge that light lies on the other side, 
and that your dragon is with you, that keeps you from screaming. Silently, you chant the 
ancient talisman, as you hover in this place between places...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest!
You suddenly emerge...

Sky Over A Remote Island
Lofting high in a windy sky of purest chrysoprase, only a few wisps of clouds obscure 
your view of the distant meeting of heaven and sea. Far below, the bluegreen waters 
shimmer invitingly in the watchful Southern sun, the pattern of ripples and swells broken 
only by a lone dot of land. As you wing your way lower, the sharp contrast of lush green 
jungle against dusky rock draws your eyes inevitably towards the emerald-and-midnight 
isle and its skywards-soaring volcanic peak.
 Warm spring afternoon passes while the sky just hangs, empty of clouds, above you. 
The stubborn glow of midday lights the warm spring skies.  
Obvious exits:
Mountain  Promontory  Beach  

Yishenth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

**Arrival Spam**

You fold your wings and descend towards the beach.

Black Sand Grotto(#2182RJU)
What from the outset looked like a narrow, rocky path between two seaward-jutting 
promontories of volcanic rock, turns out to be the apex of a huge horizontal wedge. The 
blackened granite ridges splay outwards to the north and south of here, kneeling down 
into the crashing surf in tier after tier.
Between the land-most, narrowest gap between the rocky outcroppings, a few shy drifts 
of sand spill over crisp rocks...narrow at first, a treacherous path...then spreading out in 
rising, grass-topped black dunes, cresting then arcing outwards onto a surprisingly wide 
beach.
Breakers roll away from the black shore in a wide arc to the west, framed between what 
amounts to a double-set of breakwaters; the waves spill gently and foam up on the shore, 
the ocean here is calm, though far out at the end of the promontories, spray rockets 
skywards as it crashes against the rock.
 The spring afternoon lazes along as a soft breeze ruffles your hair beneath the clear skies. 
Daylight fills the warm spring skies.  (+view)
Contents:
Kayjay
Suriath(#124OVaepqs$)
Z'ar
K'laarn
Rnayth(#555IJOQaeps$)
Kenla
Auralia
Jelisa
K'tor
Albanth
Iesath
Sylaith
Ardanth
T'san
Kievath
Telinda
Tiarnath
Fire Hollow
Rope Swing
Obvious exits:
Ferry Ramp <FR>  PRomontory  Rocky Path  LAgoon  

K'tor gives a grin to Aura and a wink, digging the cords out of his pocket again. As he 
waits for K'laarn, he looks up as the weyrlings arrive in formation.

You dismount with experienced ease, using Yishenth's foreleg as a step. You feel a wave 
of love wash over you as the green's thoughts enter your mind. << Don't go far. >>
 
**Landing/Dismounting Spam**

N'all dismounts, and marches to his position as the weyrlings land.

Aithne slips down from Araneth's back.
Aithne has arrived.

Stella jumps down from Reanth's back with the help of the straps and a kindly proffered 
foreleg.
Stella has arrived.

Kayla slides to the ground after unbuckling herself.

Ardanth climbs up onto the northern promontory.
Ardanth has left.

On the promontory, Ardanth joins you atop the northern promontory.

K'laarn hears his name and marches toward K'tor and finally finds him saying sharply, 
"K'laarn reporting sir." He nods his head respectfully.

Over the island, Niaeth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Auralia grins, and promptly turns her head to execute a stiff nod towards K'laarn.

Kayjay quietly walks in the direction of the other staff.

D'ryn jumps down from Blaith's back with the help of the straps and a kindly proffered 
foreleg.
D'ryn has arrived.

Over the island, Saith emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

K'tor flips a pile of cords that includes a tassle at K'laarn. "Here. Handle this." His words 
are abrupt, though he dissolves into a slight smile. "D'thyn wanted to step down. Feeling 
his age, I heard. You've got the job. Until you get killed or someone better comes along." 
His tone on this last is filled with droll amusement.

N'all's voice booms out, "Dawnwind. ten-HUT!"

From K'tor's arms, Greedy springs into the air and disappears into *between*.
From K'tor's arms, Greedy appears from *between*.

Over the island, Niaeth folds his wings and descends towards the beach.
Niaeth soars in for a landing.
Niaeth has arrived.

Nareisa slides precipitously down from Niaeth's back, a thoughtfully offered forelimb 
breaking her fall.
Nareisa has arrived.

Auralia smiles sweetly, "Could be tomorrow, next turn, the interval. Good luck."

Kenla nearly ten-HUTs herself. Though the crutches get in the way. Sigh. "Hi Kayjay," 
she says, offhandedly. Maybe she won't ask about the ankle.

Imara dismounts and wades through the swarm of people until she finds a place to stand 
somewhere near the Weyrwoman.

T'las snaps to attention.

K'laarn eyes K'tor in faint disbelief. He glances at the cord and then smiles ever so wryly, 
"Someone better?" He quips, bemused, and winking, "I doubt you'll find them any time 
soon. I'll be old and graying." He salutes K'tor smartly and says, "Thank you sir for the 
honor." And imediately slips the new knot up over his shoulder and takes off the old one.

Nareisa ahems, and dusts herself off as she arrives, brushing at her hair ineffectually with 
her hand. As she passes her brother, she murmurs "Good job, N'all," indicating the 
weyrlings.

Kayla looks to N'all, crossing her arms as she stands a bit off.

Alianne immediately turns her attention to N'all, once again falling into the oh-so familiar 
ten-HUT stance.

Kayjay finally makes it through the sea of dragons and riders and stands just behind 
Telinda. Her eyes go round as she spots Kenla on the crutches, lips thin slightly and the 
Wingleader shakes her head sorrowfully. "I heard about that little accident, is it true then? 
You are unable to fly?"

Stella is already at attention, but she somehow manages to get even more so.

Over the island, Saith folds her wings and descends towards the beach.
Saith soars in for a landing.
Saith has arrived.

Aithne moves away from Araneth, coming to attention. Despite her attempt to appear 
solemn, her eyes seems to dance with excitment.

Over the island, Kesath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Shadara climbs down from Saith's back with the help of a gracefully extended foreleg. 
Shadara looks back at Saith and smiles gently as the green dragon watches them with 
whirling eyes.
Shadara has arrived.

Niare, eyes on N'all, snaps to attention.

K'laarn seems to recieve some kind of instructions and says "If thats all sir, I'll find my 
place for the graduation ceremony."

K'tor reaches out to clasp K'laarn's forearm in silent tribute, and then moves on to 
Telinda's side. He looks over at the weyrlings as he moves, his expression wry.

Over the island, Kesath folds his wings and descends towards the beach.
Kesath soars in for a landing.
Kesath has arrived.

Kenla ers at Kayjay, telling her, "Well, I flew here. Barely. Needed help on and off, and I 
can't go Between." She kicks at the ground with her good foot. "I'm such an idiot."

V'tali's hands leave off straightening his uniform as he snaps to at N'all's bellow.

Shadara moves over to watch with the other spectators

F'loran jumps down off of Kesath, sliding down an offered leg before landing smoothly on 
the ground as the Brown croons.
F'loran has arrived.

D'ryn stands with the others, a stiff posture, eyes front. Still as a statue.

K'laarn strides up to join K'tor and Telinda and stands firm beside them.
 
Telinda smiles warmly at K'tor, and gestures to one side where all the gifts await the 
weyrlings, "I needed two dragons for this lot!" she adds.

N'all doesn't acknowledge his sister. As the weyrlings are formed up, N'all performs a 
precise about face, snaps off a salute to the Weyrleader, "Sir, I present to you Dawnwind 
Wing. As proscribed by Southern's edicts, they have been trained to my satisfaction in the 
ways of the Dragonrider."

Auralia smiles, and turns herself to watch the weyrlings as they arrive; no little amount of 
excitement evident on her own features. "Ooh, goody. I love graduation."

Jelisa makes her way toward the other visitors, the skirts of her dress swishing as she 
does. Smiling faintly at the weyrlings, a hand reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind her 
ear. Though, polite as she is, she refrains from commenting.

Kayjay swallows -that- nugget of information, shaking her head at her Wingsecond. 
"Shards.. Bad luck! We will have to talk, obviously." She keeps her eyes on K'tor and 
Telinda, silencing for a moment when N'all speaks.

From the lagoon, The ferry Sandpiper sails up, its bright sails fluttering as the crew furls 
them.
Selene comes down the ramp from the ferry 'Sandpiper'.
Selene has arrived.

Alianne somehow manages to stay in attention and glance about the happenings on the 
island all at the same time. Talented? Probably not. After a moment, she realizes that 
there's just too much for a cursory glance and gives it up for later, returning her eyes to 
the Weyrlingmaster.

Kayla smiles lightly, crossing her arms as she looks over those here. She finally slips her 
jacket off, dropping it to the ground beside her, swishing her skirts away.

Kenla nods quietly at Kayjay, looking quite guilty, and then glances toward the weyrlings.

Nareisa ends up standing somewhere near K'laarn. She didn't seem to expect an answer to 
her comment, as her expression doesn't change. And anyway, she's settled for staring 
moonily at J'ren. Le sigh.

N'all remains standing at attention.

Over the island, Brielth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

K'tor returns N'all's salute, and then looks down the ranks. His eyes are warm. "Stand at 
ease, weyrlings. I will not keep you long." He clears his throat and says, "This is another 
beginning, just as it was when your dragons cracked shell. N'all has prepared you well, and 
if he says you are ready, then you truely are."
Over the island, Brielth folds his wings and descends towards the beach.

Brielth soars in for a landing.
Brielth has arrived.

Selene is overwhelmed by the crowds and quietly makes her way through the throng, 
looking for a familiar face.

Imara watches silently, her gaze a bit distant as she looks over the almost-riders.

Aithne glances at the guests to consider Jelisa for a moment before she returns her gaze 
foreward, not relaxing her posture.

F'loran dismounts Kesath, grumbling something softly to himself as he makes his way over 
to the gathering of people. He is currently sans daughter, so one must assume Joslyn has 
her. He grins a touch as he spies Brielth's landing...

Alianne waits until the precise moment that K'tor allows it to relax her stance, if only just 
slightly looser than the attention posture. Eyes are fixed forward, at the Weyrleader.

K'vay snaps just as sharply to at-ease, feet shoulder-width apart, hands clasped behind his 
back, as he listens solemnly.

L'mir swings his leg over Brielth's neck then slides down the bronze's side, pausing to give 
him an affectionate pat.
L'mir has arrived.

Bryena swings her leg over Brielth's neck and slides down his side, bending her knees as 
she impacts the ground safely.
Bryena has arrived.

Niare relaxes the formal stance, but remains tense and rather nervous-looking.

Aithne moves to the at-ease position at K'tor's words, her movements practiced and 
precise.

Stella's stance relaxes just enough to technically be called 'at ease', her eyes focused now 
on the Weyrleader instead of the Weyrlingmaster.

T'las goes to teh at-ease position.

J'ren at-eases, eyes clued to K'tor. Enough time to consider the crowd later.

D'ryn barely relaxes, his eyes still pointedly staring off at a dust mote two centimeters 
from K'tor's shoulder.
Shasta moves to join the riders of her wing, doing her best to do so unobtrusively.

L'mir immediately pauses, making sure Bryena's safely on the ground, before catching 
sight of his brother. A big grin forms, signaling how glad he is to see the rider.

K'tor looks to Telinda a moment, and then back to the rows of weyrlings, soon to trade in 
their knots. "You will be moving into your weyrs after this - see Telinda or one of the 
other weyrwomen about where you will be located. If you're looking for words of 
wisdom, I can't say that I have them. All I can do is advise you to fight, live and love with 
all your hearts." His lips twitch faintly. "And now, you're your wingleader's problem. It has 
been a long road for some of you. But that is the past now. There is a clean slate, and I 
expect my riders to make the most of it."

V'tali steps out with one foot, standing straight with a quick glance back toward Enaeth.

Kenla admires a certain weyrling's poise silently, though her eye moves over to regard a 
few others as well.

Telinda smiles warmly back to K'tor, still standing to one side, watching the weyrlings.

Okay, Vay's eyes do light up at the thought of a weyr. Privacy!

Bryena only pauses to shrug out of her jacket, smiling towards L'mir with a nod as she 
shifts her attention towards quite a few things at once. She'll be fine and simply linger right 
where she is in the midst of this many people.

K'tor nods slightly, and then steps back to defer to his Weyrwoman. "And now, I believe 
Telinda has some pearls of wisdom for you." He grins, "You might say she's the one that 
does the thinking around here." With a wink to his weyrmate, he steps back again, to leave 
her the center of attention.

Kayjay quirks an eyebrow at K'tor's last statement but does smile as she spots one or two 
of the weyrlings. She looks around the crowds, trying to eyeball someone. Shasta.

N'all's lips don't twitch in a sligth smile at K'tor's words, not at all. Nope.

F'loran offers a wave in L'mir's direction, turning a smile up at his brother again, and 
motioning him over, along with Bryena. The Wingsecond, in the mean time, watches the 
proceedings.

Auralia smiles, watching reactions with amusement evident in her stance. "hard to believe 
it's been a whole turn and a half," she muses, mostly to herself, and then turns her attention 
towards Telinda.

Kayla raises her lips in a lopsided grin, eyes moving from K'tor to the faces, noting the 
various expressions. After scanning the crowd, her eyes go back to the Weyrwoman.

Nareisa blinks at K'laarn and makes a congratulatory gesture so he can see it. Then she 
goes back to sighing over J'ren. "Doesn't he look hadnsome in his uniform?" she murmurs 
to whosoever is lucky to be right next to her.

Alianne slowly relaxes into the full at-ease stance, but still, that is a touch tense. Listening 
to the Weyrleader intently, as she's fairly sure she's supposed to, Ali allows herself to relax 
even more, though she won't dare fall from at-ease. Lip twitching slightly at K'tor's 
speech, short and sweet, the weyrling turns towards the Weyrwoman to hear her part.

K'laarn nods and acknowledgement at Nareisa.

Telinda giggles softly at K'tor, then spends a moment or two in silence, aware that people 
are waiting for her, aware that people are expecting her to say something. A small smile 
curls her lips up as she looks over the ranks of 'about to graduate' weyrlings. Finally, she 
grins broader, and says "Tonight as you spend your last few minutes as a weyrling 
remember everything you've been taught, and learn to grow within the guidelines we've 
given you. Learn to be proud of whom and what you are. Learn to have faith in your 
wingmates, and ultimately in your Wing leaders. But don't forget who, and what, you are. 
For in a short while you'll become full riders of this Weyr, and we are proud to have you 
with us!" She nods to the Weyrleader, "I'm done" she adds with a wink.

Aithne's expression warm into a smile as Telinda is introduced, her attention fully on the 
Weyrwoman.

Stella's attention immediately switches to Telinda, her stance not relaxing any further. It's 
not over yet.

Shasta's been trying to avoid Kayjay's eyes, but apparently unsuccessfully. Her chin tilts 
upwards, as she returns her attention *solidly* to Telinda.

Imara has look of remembrance on her face as she turns her attention to Telinda.

V'tali's lips twitch toward a grin as Telinda concludes her brief speech. He shifts slightly, a 
small graceful movement.

D'ryn's eyes don't flicker so much as a centimeter as first the Weyrleader, then the 
Weyrwoman speak. Even the dust mote wanders toward the ground, leaving the weyrling 
staring pointedly into the space near where everyone important gives their little speeches.

K'tor grins at Telinda, and then steps forward to her side again. His tone is now a trifle 
more formal. "Weyrlingmaster, you may disband the wing."

Marila quirks a grin towards the Weyrleaders. She shakes her head a touch and glances 
over the weyrlings again.

Alianne manages to grin slightly, though her facial expression doesn't really appear to 
change. A few of the comments and sundry get a certain blink, others passed without 
emotion. Sort of, anyways. Now she stands, waiting. Of course. Eyes immediately flicker 
towards the Weyrlingmaster.

L'mir walks over to where F'loran's standing, pausing right beside his brother. Odd 
enough, when his brother looks left, he looks right. No way that's planned. It's then he 
notices Jelisa. He's being professional, not much emotion showing right now.

Kayla nods to Telinda, a chuckle barely surpressed. At that, her looks to N'all.

Kayjay quirks her eyebrow at her fellow female brownrider and a mischievous glint 
sparkles in her eyes. She keeps her lips set as she gazes upon the werylings however. Must 
keep appearances and all. She does let out an involuntary sigh as she spots D'ryn in the 
throng.

K'vay's eyes shift a little, looking a touch more forlorn... disband the wing... Now those 
words do hold finality.

N'all nods, never having left the position of attention. He does an about face, "Dawnwind, 
ten-HUT!"

Jelisa's eyes are dancing with amusement as she watches the ranks of weyrlings. Well, 
mostly. One causes her to frown faintly before her attention goes to N'all. And yes, she's a 
bit unaware right now.

T'las snaps back to attention, trying to hide a smile.

Stella snaps back into full attention stance. Not that much of a change, but still.

D'ryn doesn't have to move much to go back to attention.

F'loran's being professional, as well. He's even somewhat dressed up, seeing as how he's 
Moonsweep's representative at present. He elbows L'mir in the arm, though, and shoots 
him a grin and one of those 'pay attention' sort of expressions.

Nareisa sighs dreamily. She's concentrating on all the speeches SO well. "And he looks 
just /dreamy/ when he stands to attention."

N'all's voice rings out, "You weren't comfortable when I first spoke to you, and by 
Faranth, you won't be comfortable when I last speak to you."

V'tali snaps his feet together, snapping back to attention.

J'ren ten-huts, his gaze snapping from the weyrleaders to N'all.

Alianne once again knots her expression without changing anything, watching N'all and 
tensing her posture again.

Aithne moves crisply back to attention, her expression containing a mixture of regret, 
surpise, and delight. Regret for what is about to end, surprise that she should feel that 
way, and delight as she looks forward to what is about to begin.

Heels click together with a snap, K'vay's chin lifting slightly as his entire attention focuses 
on N'all. Even Tremaith opens an eye to watch the Weyrlingmaster.

N'all continues, "Before I dismiss you, I also have a few words. A very few words. When 
you came to me as fresh Weyrlings, there was fear in your eyes. Now, I see the fear in 
your eyes replaced by confidence, courage and determination."

Imara grins at the ever-harsh, but effective, weyrlingmaster. Yes, she's definitely glad she's 
not in the weyrlings' position anymore.

L'mir shifts his arm, the one that's close to F'loran, new Wingleader knot rubbing the shirt 
of that brother of his. He coughs, hand reaching up to hide a smile.

Kayjay nods crisply to K'tor.

Dragon> Tremaith bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << Uh huh. Right. No fear. Tell 
your rider to fake a swing at somebody, Ceruth. >>

Kayla chuckles lightly at the speach, politely covering her mouth with a hand. No one gets 
the chance to hear it before it disipates to a smile as she looks over the weyrlings.

Kayjay guestures to Kenla to come a bit closer if possible.

F'loran lowers his voice, mumbling to his brother, "Don't you go thinkin' that just 'cause 
you're my superior you get ta boss me around." Grin. Wink. Elbow. "I can still beat ya up 
if I have to." He's joking, of course.

K'tor watches the weyrlings, his expression faintly bemused. His eyes glaze faintly, and he 
grins lightly, before looking at Telinda and murmuring something quietly to her.

Nareisa is listening to N'all's speech about as well as she listened to the rest of them, that is 
to say, she's completely off in a dreamworld, making goo-goo eyes at J'ren.

Stella watches N'all steadily, listening closely to his words. She manages to keep a nuetral 
expression, though a faint hint of a smile can be seen more in her eyes than on her face.

Kenla does so, squinting over at her Wingleader as she leans over on one crutch.

K'laarn frowns at Nareisa and leans over to his now wingsecond to give her what seems 
like a few words.
Telinda grins and nods to K'tor, murmuring back to him as she watches N'all's final words.

Kayjay mutters to Kenla, "In... accident,... do believe that... will... you... as Wingsecond." 
She... softly.... are... *between*... fly... of... we can... now, I reluctantly..."

N'all says "You are weyrlings no longer. The weyrwoman has requested you remain in 
formation. It has been my honor and my priveledge to train you. Dawinwind wing, 
disMISSED."

Kayjay turns her head at that one and breaks into applause. "Congratulations!"

N'all's stance finally relaxes as he marches to the side and stands with his feet shoulder 
width apart.

Niare blinks in bemusement and glances sidelong at the nearest weyrling before returning 
her attention to those at front.

Imara grins and applauds the new riders.

K'vay relaxes, slowly, and lets out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Glancing 
around a bit... well, he doesn't, probably, look quite as confident as he could.

Kenla gulps at a whisper from Kayjay, and hops on one foot as she carefully pulls off her 
Wingsecond knot. She hands it over to Kayjay and nods. She smiles, though.

Telinda applauds herself for a moment, and then waits for it to die down before indicates a 
row of nearby boxes "To help make this day more special, and for a reminder of what the 
rest of you life is for -- " she looks over to D'ner, and adds, in case he missed it, "for 
protecting Pern! - the Crafters have given us some wonderful gifts which we'll now give 
out to you all. As I call your name, step forward." She calls forward a number of people, 
handing them plants, and clothes and all sorts of other gifts. From the Healers, Harpers, 
Vintners, Weavers, Sailors and many of the other crafts.

Nareisa blinks at K'laarn, blinks a few times. Whoops. Did she drift off there? She stands 
to attention, and concentrates on NOT looking at J'ren. Which means she only glances 
now and then at him out of the corner of her eye. "Yes sir," she murmurs to her 
wingleader.

Alianne seems slightly chagrined to be formally dismissed from the weyrling wing. Just 
slightly. She's free-- well, sorta. She relaxes into her normal stance, since changed by 
weyrlinghood from a slouch to actually standing. Taking a deep breath, the no-longer-
official weyrling turns her gaze to the Weyrwoman, blinking.

V'tali blinks wide eyes several times, as if not believing that was it... it's all over. He turns 
his attention to Telinda expectantly.

Jelisa adds her applause to those gathered, carefully taking a step or two back, to allow 
the Southerners a chance at the weyrlings first.

Kayla hears the 'Missed' portion of the speach before clapping with the rest. She lets her 
hands drop as she awaits the rest from the weyrwoman.

T'las relaxes enough to breath.

L'mir bites his lip to stop from laughing, keeping some of his composure. He leans toward 
F'loran, conspiring as if they were young brothers getting ready to pull a girl's hair. He 
motions toward one of the weyrlings, then whispers, "What do you think?"

Telinda smiles, and looks out over the crowd, "D'ryn? Step forward please. This first gift 
is from the Farmers, for you." She holds up a wreath for everyone to see:

Coarse marshgrass has been trimmed into an elegant version of its wild self. The trimmed 
grasses bind the marshgrass cane into a solid octagon of hollow pipes, tubes which catch 
passing breezes and turn out faint echoes of notes in reply. Dried purple seagrass is 
wrapped loosely around the edge of the wreath, showing the bindings on the marshgrass 
beneath it through large gaps. The shape is completed by large, colorful seashells which 
have been bound into the structure of the wreath, the trimmed marshgrasses securing them 
to the cane underneath the layer of seagrass.

Kayjay reaches over to give Kenla a one armed hug and gestures to a seat beside her. 
"Take it easy, and rest, friend." She pockets the knot and stares around the beach, looking 
for -someone-.

Aithne lets out a deep breath before she looks around

Kenla ers and claps a little as she looks back at the weyrlings ... new riders ... whatever. 
She gives them a grin, though it's a bit forced. She whispers something to Kayjay.

J'ren relaxes his stance, allowing a slight smile to cross his lips. He gives Nareisa a quick 
wink before turning his attention back to Telinda.

Shadara nods a bit to Kayjay and Kenla, waving to them as she moves over towards them, 
"Nice to see they all made it."

Imara smiles as she watches the newest riders receive their gifts.

D'ryn steps forward as bid, nodding his head once, respectfully, looking over the wreath in 
silence.

F'loran breaks out into applause at last, calling out his, "Congratulations!!" as well. He 
follows L'mir's motion, then, and quirks up an eyebrow or two. "Eh? What do I think of 
who?"

K'tor busies himself with boxes and bags, getting the next gifts ready for Telinda. That and 
watching the newest riders of the weyr.

Kayjay stiffens her back, schooling her features to total Wingleader control as D'ryn's 
name is called. What goes on behind those features is anyone's guess. She smiles. 'Well 
done, D'ryn! It is lovely."

Telinda grins, "And we have something else for you, from the Seacrafter's cartographers" 
she adds, holding up a map she takes from K'tor.

Were it nothing but the smooth, bleached hide that comprises the canvas of this map, this 
would still be a truly impressive feat of craftmanship. Soft and uncreased, the edges have 
been cut into perfectly straight lines that utterly lack fraying, bound and laced by a heavy 
brown string to further deter any future weather-beatings. Malleable, this seems the type 
of map that should be presented under glass, kept cased and well tended to maintain the 
livid hues that comprise the careful details. Thin beams of crimson mark the subdivisions 
of longitude and latitude, precisely calculated even where they overlap the jagged coastline 
that is clearly discerned as the Southern Continent. Small masses of land punctuate the 
expanse that must be the sea, themselves perfectly detailed images of the numerous islands 
that sprinkle the perimeter of the coast or trickle outward in long archipelagos. Bright 
blues dapple the scenery, cresting in waves at irregular intervals to intimate the sea, while 
paler serpents of soft periwinkle dart inland to detail the winding of a river or the mouth of 
a lake; surrounding these bodies of water are the deep fronds of green ink to mark the 
jungles and the flawless black outlines used to denote the whereabouts of notable 
inhabitances: Southern Weyr on the clearly defined headland, Honshu deeper in the 
mountains, Cove and Island River among others. Even the compass, with its fiery crimson 
penning and the flowing script that reads the respective directions, is a minor work of art 
as it rests against the bright blue of the inky ocean.

Bryena overhears F'loran, a grin pulling at her lips as she glances from the speeches 
towards the brothers. And back towards the main focus of attention again.

K'vay cranes his neck to get a look at D'ryn's gift, quirking his eyebrows. "Oh shells..." he 
breathes.

Over the island, Kelsyth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

From K'tor's arms, Greedy springs into the air and disappears into *between*.
From K'tor's arms, Greedy has left.

Shasta's paying close attention to the gifting to the newly graduated weyrlings, standing 
off a ways from her wingleader. Around her, wingmates ooh and ahh over the items, 
eliciting smiles from the brownrider.

Kayjay takes a deep breath at the beauty and practicality of the second gift.

Nareisa, despite NOT looking at J'ren, honest, catches the wink and blushes hard. A 
glance at K'laarn, and she looks all wingsecondy again. Ahem.

N'all surrepitiously moves to beside the weyrleader. Well, at least as sneakily as the 
massive man can.

Kayla smiles lightly, finally finding a tree to rest against. She keeps her eyes on a few 
weyrlings, listening for their names.

Telinda gently takes another wreath from a K'tor, "Aithne, please step forward. On behalf 
of the Farmers, I'd like to gift you with this." She holds up the wreath for everyone to see:

Five dried creeper vines intertwine with dried wheat stalks, the amber gold of the stalk 
heads rustling against the sturdy support of the darker dried creeper vines. For once, the 
wheat has the upper hand, the filigree of pale amber overlaying the vine which usually 
strangles it. The woven circle is punctuated by clusters of pale dried redfruit blossoms, 
their delicate petals soft against the jagged form of the dried vine.

D'ryn once more nods his head, this time into a half-bow as he receives the gifts from 
Telinda. "Thank you," he mumbles, a second half-bow, and then retreats to his spot with 
the others of his class.

L'mir pokes at the air, motioning toward one of the weyrlings.. well, new riders. "Over 
there. See?" he hisses through closed teeth at his brother. Did someone say dense?

K'laarn frowns at Nareisa sternly, having caught her once more. He shakes his head 
slightly at her in warning.

Alianne glances over the gifts carefully, smiling at some, quirking eyebrows at others. All 
in all, she stands fairly silent, just watching.

Over the island, Kelsyth folds his wings and descends towards the beach.
Kelsyth soars in for a landing.
Kelsyth has arrived.

Aithne settles back, watching her fellow ex-weyrlings until she hears her name and then 
she moves quickly towards Telinda. "Oh that is beautiful" She murmers as she sees the 
wreath.

Telinda grins, "And we have something else for you as well. Master Sian has sent the 
following poem, composed by Journeywoman Morgan, for you." She coughs, clearing her 
voice, then starts to read. "It is entitled Weyrlings."

Dragon> Ceruth bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << If it makes you feel any better, 
this is one of the times my rider is the most sad, he misses you when you're not under his 
care. >>

        New lives begun in one split second
        Ever changed with the cracks in a shell
        Minds entwined forever and beyond
        Feelings stronger that you can ever tell

        Stronger love that you have ever felt
        Fulfillment never quite had before
        Other loves pale beside this one love
        Dim next to the one you most adore

        You have all grown and learned together
        Lectures heard and hard lessons learned
        Exchanging white robes for riding leather
        As you approach this day you've earned. 

Nareisa blushes again. Was that her? Couldn't have been. Look at how straight she's 
standing. How firmly her gaze is directed ahead, what a lovely handsome brownling there 
is over th... ahem, how firmly to attention she is.

F'loran follows his brother's motion over yoner yet again, grinning and nodding this time. 
"That one's ours, yes?" he says to his brother - er - Wingleader. That'll take some getting 
used to, that's for sure.

Stella watches silently as her fellow almost-not-officially-weyrlings-anymore are presented 
with gifts, smiling a bit at each one.

K'vay's fascinated gaze is wrenched from the proceedings briefly to glance up at Tremaith. 
Giving a faint nod and wan smile, he pays attention to what's going on once more.

"A poem for me?" Aithne murmers quietly before she listens to the poem, "It is beautiful."

Freyia jumps down off of Kelsyth, landing smoothly as her lifemate croons.
Freyia has arrived.

Kayjay nods to Kenla, sadly agreeing, so it seems and she again scans the crowds, looking 
for a -certain- rider of her wing.

Dragon> Enaeth bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << He is a Good Man. >>

K'laarn looks as if he's quickly loosing his paitence with Nareisa's subtle but still ongoing 
theatrics. He remains silent but now he's watching her like a wherry does a nest full of 
untended firelizard eggs.

Telinda grins, "You'll need to thank Journeywoman Morgan for it then."

Kayla nods, murmuring something about a poem fit for a master.

Telinda bends down and picks up another wreath. This time she calls out "V'tali. On behalf 
of the Farmers, I'd like to present you with this:"

Dried reeds have been expertly braided into a practical wreath, ends all neatly trimmed and 
tucked securely into place. The plants interwoven with such a simple base are strikingly 
basic in appearance themselves: long, thin slices of deep brown klah bark, clusters of 
black-speckled rotund brown nutmegoid, quarters of dried, spiced citrus segments, its 
original warm color eclipsed by the dull hues of the spices which preserve it, and the 
greyed green of rosemary. The smell, however, is rich and complex, the spices a warm 
layer of tangy fullness, enhanced by the gentle sweetness of citrus, with sharper notes of 
rosemary apparent now and again. The rosemary is wrapped around the klahbark, while 
clusters of citrus segments and nutmegoid punctuate the perimeter of the wreath.

K'tor stands politely as the poem is read, and then goes back to rummaging through bags 
and boxes for gifts. That wreath he does sniff appreciatively before handing it over.

V'tali's eyes widen, as does his grin. "Thank you," he exclaims, admiring the work.

While V'tali takes the wreath, Telinda picks up another gift from K'tor's hands, "And this 
one is from the harpers for you" she adds, handing over some panpipes.

A set of pipes attached side by side, with a flat stick holding them in place on top and 
bottom, and a colorful twine wrapped around them and the stick. The pipes range from 
the longest of about two hands, dwindling in size until the eigth and smallest is reached, it 
being a hand in length. The pipes themselves are painted harper blue, and bear the seal of 
approval from the Masterharper himself.

Dragon> Southern Weyrling Wing sense that Siolath rumbles in agreement. << He is. >>

Aithne grins, "I will do so." She turns to return to her place.

V'tali lets out a yelp of delight, "Thank you!" he repeats, more enthusiastically.

Imara continues to watch the ex-weyrlings. She keeps a particularly sharp eye on certain 
individuals.

N'all looks towards the weyrlings and gives them a warm smile.

Alianne continues to watch the ceremony, smiling broadly and even beginning to rock 
back and forth a bit on her heels. Heel, toe, heel, toe.

Telinda picks up another wreath, and this time smiles over to Stella, "For you, from the 
Farmers" she says clearly, holding it up for everyone to see. 

Riverreeds, woven into a sturdy wreath, swarm with a medley of colors, shapes, and 
textures in the form of dried flowers of many varieties. A plenitude of lavendar makes up 
for the scents lost in drying, while fingerlong blooms of bright yellow and aquamarine 
bellflowers retain their hue. In between are colorful thistle-like plants, tiny sungazers, and 
white meadowsweet blossoms. The motley variety of shapes and sizes are tamed into 
pattern, although the sheer vibrancy of the assortment gives a feeling of life and growth, 
despite static form.

Reanth rears back just a touch on his haunches, lifts his head, and BUGLES! Stella 
winces, shooting the blue a stern glance and giving him a slight shake of her head before 
stepping foreward.

D'ryn holds onto his gifts quite carefully, as if they were fragile. His eyes, freed from 
staring into space, revert to the items in his hands.

Nareisa starts chewing her fingernails, and stares fixedly at her borther. There.

The former gardener, turned Wingleader, nudges Kenla. "Have you ever seen anything like 
that? How wonderful!"

Telinda grins "We also have one from the weavers for you Stella, from Master Sharia." 
She holds up a splendid tapestry.

This tapestry has been divided into thirds by thick vertical lines of intertwined emerald and 
ebon hues, matching the ebony and pale green border that surrounds the entire work. In 
the first section, a brilliant golden queen dragon stands watch over a large clutch, the 
molten bronze sire beside her peering down at numerous white-robed figures that 
approach the eggs. In the second portion of the tapestry, a group of young riders and their 
equally youthful lifemates stand in a wildflower-dotted meadow beside a cerulean lake, 
listening intently to a lecture given by the Weyrlingmaster. In the third and final section, 
riders on dragonback soar through the skies above a deep green jungle, the huge creatures 
breathing hot flame against silvery strands that fall through the air. Hundreds of tiny black 
knots scattered here and there indicate the high success rate of their flames as the Wings 
pass through the deadly menace. Delicate calligraphic stitching at the bottom of the 
tapestry gives the work's name - 'A Rider's Life'.

K'laarn calmly reaches over and gently moves to tug Nareisa's hand from her mouth. He 
whispers very inaudibly so that no one but she might hear.

N'all nods slightly to Nareisa, giving his sister a slight smile.

Alianne keeps rocking back and forth, looking out over the group at large, smile fading a 
bit. Wow. Big group.

Kenla ooohs at the tapestry, attention pulled from Kayjay's query. "Gosh, that's good," she 
observes quietly, and adds, "But then it's Sharia's."

Telinda moves along quickly. She scans the crowd for another familiar face, then calls out, 
"Niare!" Holding up a wreath for the soon to be newly promoted greenrider. "On behalf of 
the Farmcraft, we'd like to present you with this gift."

Supple hardwood twigs from the finest of the rare Southern hardwoods have been braided 
into a sophisticated smoothness of form. The flexibility of the fresh twigs has hardened, 
preserving the fluid roundness of the wreath's shape. Sturdy scarlet blooms, their color 
barely dimmed by drying, provide a trio of contrast, brilliant against the darker, more 
complex variations in the hardwoods.

Aithne oohhs as she spies the tapestry. "That is beautiful" She notes softly to the Weyrling 
beside her.

Jelisa just continues watching, one of the other Honshu riders present stepping up beside 
her and murmuring appreciation at those gifts.

Marila folds her arms behind her back as she watches this. She quirks a grin.

Kenla's eyes catch a little bit of that N'all slight smile. And, as always, she looks rather 
surprised before her attention is drawn away again.

Kayla smiles at each gift, her arms still crossed as she leans against the tree.

Niare twitch in minor startlement as her name is called, then steps forward to receive her 
wreath with an awed expression. "Thank you," she murmers.

Telinda smiles, and then holds up a scroll, "And this one is from the Harpers for you 
Niare."

A tightly-bound scroll, made from the finest hides, is decorated with various sigils of 
harperish and draconic origins. When unrolled, Telinda speaks, telling the summary, "It 
depicts the story of a small girl, lost in the wilderness when her family is struck down by a 
strange plague. She is rescued from certain death by a kindly, older bluerider, who takes 
her in and fosters her at the Weyr. As she grows older, she finds she can converse with 
most of the dragons, and on one fateful night, as she sits in the galleries watching a 
Hatching, finds a green hatchling crooning urgently in her direction from the Sands. 
Answering that plea, she stumbles down the steps and takes her new lifemate into her 
arms."

Telinda smiles, "K'vay" she asks, "Please step forward and receive a gift from the 
farmers". Bending down she picks up one of the potted plants, handing it over. 

A small terracotta pot contains a potted rosemary plant, the soft, greyish-green leaves 
small but long. A wonderful aromatic scent wafts up from the plant, especially when the 
leaves are brushed or bruised. The plant is an upright variant of rosemary, standing 
roughly four hands tall and is in excellent health. The texture of the leaves is slightly hairy, 
and if brushed very much, will leave a sticky residue on the fingers. The pot is a dark 
beige, and has a painted dragon on the side, spewing flame from its opened mouth.

Kayjay purses her lips as she plays with the Wingsecond knot in her hand. She quickly 
gives another look out at her wing before tucking it carefully int her skirt's ample pockets.

Stella returns to her place, carefully holding her gifts. Reanth consines himself to a loving 
warble this time as Stella turns to watch the rest of the proceedings.

Niare holds out her hands to take the scroll, offering another thank you before returning to 
her place beside Lisanth.

Nareisa nods vaguely at K'laarn, she's too busy beaming her brightest smile back at N'all. 
"Right," she says to her wingleader vaguely.

Alianne turns her attention back to the gifts and the Weyrwoman, gulping slightly. Didn't 
know there were -that- many people here. Admiring the gifts, however, gets her back on 
track, and before very long at all, Alianne is smiling broadly again.

Imara taps her toe impatiently as she watches the gift giving.

K'vay blinks at the object as he steps forward, stilling the tremor of his fingers. No, he's 
not emotional about this. Really. He's tough. Uh huh.

Kayla glances around the crowd with a slight frown, pushing herself from the tree.

Leonette has arrived.

Nareisa does stand to attention though, and very smartly.

Aithne glances over to offer Vay a bright grin, her expression rather curious as she looks 
at the wreath. "Beautiful."

Telinda grins, holding out a set of pipes "And a second gift, from the Harpers, for you, 
K'vay, because every rider needs an hobby other then their dragons and the opposite sex!" 

A long pipe, with finger holes along the top, is carved from teakwood, and gleams with a 
black stain in any light. The mouthpiece is a half circle, round on the top but cut in half 
and flat on the bottom. A sweet sound issues forth from the fluted bell on the when it's 
played.

N'all chuckles at that comment of Telinda's.

Kayjay snorts at Telinda's comment, barely keeping back a burst of laughter. Biting her 
cheek she keeps a very straight face.

K'tor grins broadly as this one is handed over, and offers in an aside to K'vay, "I'll teach 
you how to play. Maybe we'll start a tradition."

Kayla chuckles lightly at the comment, shaking her head.

V'tali perks up at that comment, "Is THAT why I got pipes?" he grins.

D'ryn frowns at Telinda's comment, but quickly wipes it away, hiding it behind an 
impassive mask.

Telinda, picking up another pot, inhales deeply of the aroma before grinning across the 
crowd, "T'las. Step forward please." She proffers the pot to the bluerider to be, "This is 
from the Farmcraft, to you."

This crimson-colored clay pot contains a yellowfruit thyme, the variegated white and 
green leaves tiny to behold, yet managing to look lovely in their delicacy. When the leaves 
are brushed or bruised, a wonderful yellow-fruity scent wafts up and leaves its aroma on 
the fingers, deligting the senses in every way. The crimson pot has golden zigzag patterns 
etched over it, giving it a three-dimensional look that somehow ties in nicely with the 
green and white variegation of the tiny, perfect leaves of the thyme.

Marila gazes up at the sky refraining from saying anythigng about bronzeriders and their 
pipes.

K'vay turns bright red, but he manages a murmured, "Thank you" without giving her a 
dirty look, before beating a hasty retreat. "And that'd be great, sir. The better to serenade 
the girls." Grinning, he scoots back to Tremaith.

Aithne snickers at Telinda's words. "Knowing him, he will just use the pipe to get girls." 
She teases the bronzerider.

T'las walks forward quickly, trying to hide his excitement by maintaining a steady walk. 
He takes the offered gift with thinly veiled excitement.

Telinda grins, "And, because we know you have other things to spend your attention of, 
we have these for you as well, a gift from the tanners" she adds, holding up some leather 
straps.

These riding straps are soft and supple to the touch, providing maximum comfort for the 
dragon's neck, with extra padding to ensure that comfort. Despite being soft, however, 
they are as strong as leather can be, to be safe as well as comfortable. They are dyed a rich 
emerald green, with the stitching along the beveled edges a stark contrast in brilliant white. 
The D rings gleam with a silver sparkle, adding another pleasing contrast to the emerald 
green of the leather. The rider's belt is wide, with extra padding to protect the kidneys and 
lower back from the bitter cold of *between*, with four D rings ranged around it for 
securing to the dragon's straps. The belt is dyed to match the straps, as are the slimmer 
straps that secure the belt to the neck straps. Burned into the back of the wide belt is the 
T'las' name, then Nymath, and the wing designation, they are now a part of.

Nareisa stays at attention, she's very good. Look, she's not looking at J'ren. Nope.

Stella chuckles slightly at Telinda's comment to K'vay, then quickly clears her throat and 
resumes a straight face.

Kayla looks up, grinning to T'las. She raises her brows at the gifts, shaking her head 
before she goes back to leaning.

L'mir glances around the area, watching the presentations. His gaze rests on the Honshu 
Weyrwoman, then he swings back to his position beside his brother, watching the new 
riders. He grins at the belt, nodding approvingly.

Telinda holds up a finger, "We're getting there, I promise" she offers the gathered crowd. 
"Alianne, you're next. This is your gift from the Farmers."

Golden sage inhabits this harper blue wooden pot, large golden splotches on green fuzzy 
leaves, the aroma of sage rather indescribable, the taste spicy and interesting. The leaves 
are long and broad, held up by stiff stems that are all but lost in the profusion of the 
leaves. The soil in this pot is unique in that a bit of moss grows on it, quite intentionally, 
helping to keep a good level of moisture for the plant's root system. The moss is a very 
light green, with tiny white flowers growing up on little stalks.

T'las flushes slightly and murmurs his thanks before retrieving the strps and hurrying back 
down.

Jelisa is just attentively watching the presentations, hands held carefully in front of her.

Kayjay nods approvingly. "Everyone needs a flower or two. Good for morale."

Alianne, with her continued rocking, nearly trips as her name is called. She does manage, 
however, to make it over to Telinda to accept the lovely gift. "Oh, wow, it's beautiful," 
she murmurs.

Telinda smiles, "And also, because we know greenriders can be so particular about their 
appearance, we have this gift for you from the healers." She offers a simple wooden box 
that is well crafted with a small brass clasp to hold the lid shut. Upon opening the lid, the 
box is divided into two compartments. In one, several vials of essential oils are visible. 
Each vial holds various oils designed for enhancing one's bathing experience. A large vial 
contains the oil of lavendar to relax the muscles, smooth the skin and stimulate the mind. 
A smaller vial contains a precious half ounce of rose oil, the work of many hours of a 
Journeyrank Healer. Another large vial contains chamomile to moisturize the skin and 
please the nose. A large object wrapped in rare, fine parchment is a rarer bar of milled 
soap that also smells of roses. On the bar of soap is the mark of a Healer Journeyman, a 
highly stylized caduceus with an eloborate "J" etched through it. In the second half ot the 
box there are other vials of oils, rosemary, lavendar and eucalyptus. Contained with these 
vials is an hour-glass shaped object with a cup on top to hold the oil, and an area for a 
candle below it. This is for the user to heat the oils to abate the symptoms common 
ailments of colds and to enhance the smell of one's living space.

F'loran still stands next to L'mir, of course, watching the gift presentations with a grin of 
fond remembrance coloring his expression. "Why do I feel old all of the sudden?" he asks 
of his brother, grinning a touch.

Selene shares a few smiles with familiar faces, her attention pulled back to the gift giving.

Aithne eyes the gift curiously before she grins, "That is just beautiful." She murmers softly.

Alianne's smile broadens at the next gift, if only just slightly, and she nods again, without 
comment moving away from the stand, cradeling her gifts as if they were the most fragile 
things in the world.

L'mir replies rather quickly. "Because you are?" An elbow accents his question, finding 
Fol's side. "I'm going to miss them." he adds, wistfully.

"J'ren!" Telinda calls out, holding up another pot plant, "For you, from the Farmers!"

A bright green pot holds a redfruit mint, the plant bushy and vigorously healthy, the stems 
tall and leafy. Each leaf is a light green, and when brushed or bruised, the delightful aroma 
of redfruits and mint fills the air, touched with a bit of camphor. The plant is full and 
bushy, like all mints growing while and clamoring to be released from its potted prison, 
crowding together in the soil. The pot itself is stenciled with the images of a pair of 
redfruits, their stems entwined together.

Kayla turns her sights towards the horizen, occasionally glancing back to look over the 
crowd.

J'ren steps forward, flashing the Weyrwoman a bright grin. "Thank you. It's perfect."

Telinda grins, "And just in case your relationships turn nasty" she adds with a wink, "or 
just for fall, or sweep riding, this is a gift from the healers to you!"

If there was a Pernese equivalent of a "first aid kit", this would be such an item. Contained 
in a wooden box are various items for the treatment of the bumps and scrapes of everyday 
life. Especially the every day life of a dragonrider. In a small jar there is a pre-mixed 
numbweed solution. Another jar contains redwort oil. Gauze of varying width is rolled up 
in neat rolls. Cotton pads for bandages are wrapped in muslin. Pieces of fine and rare 
parchment, written in flowing script, outline treatments of common ailments and injuries.

K'tor is smirking for some reason, as he hands over the gifts obediantly to Telinda.

Telinda dusts her hands, then steps back next to K'tor as she finishes handing over the last 
of the gifts. A secret, loving, smile is passed to the Weyrleader as she nods, "All done 
here, love, time to give them their wings."

Nareisa WAS being good, honest. But then Telinda used the J-word, and she gets all 
mushy and stuff. Siiiiigh. "Oh isn't that just wonderful?" she murmurs to K'laarn. Bad 
choice Reis.

Kayjay smirks at Telinda's commment. She keeps looking for -someone- out in the crowds 
of riders. She shrugs and then looks over towards the former weyrlings with increasing 
pride.

V'tali's eyes tear away from the examination of his wreath at the mention of wing 
assignments. A quick glance takes in the weyrlings closest to him, particularly a cute 
redhead... but back to business.

A little child, along with her rider father, tugs at his pant leg. "Daddy, Harper says every 
time a bell rings a weyrling gets its wings!"

K'laarn allows the lapse this time and says "Perhaps. I really don't see him the same way as 
you do Nareisa." His voice barely audible.

Kayla looks towards the group again, crossign her fingers. Maybe she's hopeing for 
something..

J'ren snickers, reaching for the kit. "Thank you, ma'am. I just hope I don't have to use it 
much," he says, his gaze flicking briefly to one side before he returns to his spot.

F'loran'd respond to L'mir, but he hears Telinda's announcement, and he stands a little bit 
straighter then. Almost time to tap people.. This should be fun. He elbows L'mir's arm 
gently again - partly because he wants him to pay attention, and partly because it's the 
older brother's prerogative.

K'tor blinks and schools his expression to more more innocent as his weyrmate turns back 
to him. He nods then, clearing his throat, and calls, "Imara, representative of Starflame 
wing, stand forth. Call your new riders to report."

Alianne blinks at that announcement, standing slightly straighter and carefully setting the 
gifts out of harm's way, attentively watching and listening.

Nareisa huhs? "You don't?" blink. "Oh right. Course you don't. Good thing too. IT could 
start to get awfully crowded you know."

Imara takes a deep breath and straightens her outfit. She looks a little nervous, having 
never done this before. She smiles and calls, "Niare, Stella," as well as some of the other 
new riders' names. "Welcome to Starflame Wing! Wingleader Kinoa sends her congrats 
and welcome. Please step over here to receive your knots."

Shasta remains amid several taller wingmates, possibly hidden, possibly hiding. At any 
rate, the brownrider watches the weyrlings, as Imara calls out names.

Alianne applauds the new weyrlings-- err, riders, joining the Starflame wing.

Niare's eyes get a sudden sparkle, and her expression turns expectant as she keeps her 
attention on the leadership. She blinks and steps forward at Lisanth's subtle nudge.

K'vay starts to look nervous now, glancing around at the others. With his luck... A 
shudder is quelled.

Aithne looks curiously around the other weyrlings as she waits to see who will be called. 
She offers each a broad grin, "Congratulations!."

Stella stands straighter, if possible, and sends a quick smile to Niare as she steps foreward 
towards Imara.

Kayla brings her hands together in applause for the ex-weyrlings.

T'las starts appluading as well.

J'ren applauds for Niare and Stellas.

Kenla claps, too. And she peers amongst the weyrlings and then at Kayjay. Brow 
furrowed. Maybe she can't remember who's to be tapped.

Selene adds her applauds with the rest.

K'tor offers, "Congratulations new Starflame riders!" Then he searches for Kayjay in the 
crowd and calls, "Wingleader and second for Firedance wing, stand forth. Call your new 
riders to report."

Kenla ers at Kayjay and K'tor, stepping forward (with crutches) and then stopping. "Well, 
I'm not really a ..." she mutters, puzzled.

Alianne starts rocking back and forth again, watching the Wingleaders and Wingseconds 
out there.

Imara hands Niare a Starflame knot and badge, and offers her other hand to shake. 
"Welcome, greenrider Niare. And welcome Lisanth," she says, looking toward the green.

Nareisa wasn't staring at J'ren. She was uh... checking to see that his shoes were tied. 
That's why it took her a little while to start clapping.

L'mir spends some time whispering to F'loran, leaning toward the brownrider. His eyes 
flicker over the new riders, landing on one in particular. His hand pats his flight jacket 
pocket, indicating he's got the knot. And the brains of the pair, of course.

Kayjay smiles with more than a bit of mischievousness as she gazes out into the weyrling's 
group. She says in a crystal clear voice. "I call forward Alianne, J'ren and last but not 
least..." The brownriders eyes hone in on a certain bronzerider, and is that an self satisfied 
little glint in her eye? Nah.. "K'vay." She beams. "Come, join the Firedance Wing of 
Southern Weyr!" She stands on her tiptoes. "Oh, and Shasta, if you could come this way 
too?"

Alianne doesn't trip this time, instead beams and steps forward, laughing quietly as she 
announces a certain bronzerider's name.

Kayla chuckles lightly at the way that was worded, adding her applause to the others'.

Nareisa doesn't take any time to start clapping now, beaming at J'ren proudly. Oh yeah, 
and Alianne and K'vay and stuff.

K'vay doesn't groan, but it's a close thing. He gives Tremaith a brief speculative look as if 
considering hiding behind the bronze, but his lifemate pushes him forward with his nose. 
"I'm doomed, doomed, doomed..."

K'tor grins, "Congratulations new Firedance riders!" The grin turns to a faint smirk at 
K'vay, as the bronzer steps forward. Then he searches for K'laarn and Nareisa in the 
crowd and calls, "Wingleader and second for Stormfall wing, stand forth. Call your new 
riders to report."

Kenla ose, glancing at Kayjay and grinning. An eyebrow lifts at the K'vay announcement, 
or rather the way it's announced. She gives the new wingriders a wave.

J'ren breaks into yet another grin, and steps towards Kayjay.

Aithne glances at Telinda before her gaze moves to rest on Kayjay. She blinks a couple of 
times before she glances at Vay. "Oh no." She mutters, "This is gonna very very 
interesting."

T'las appluads again for the new riders.

K'laarn steps forward toward the weyrlings and looks them over critically, face 
expressionless, before he smiles welcomingly, "Well, considering I was just made the 
Wingleader of Stormfall right before this gathering, I don't have your knots, however, I 
imagine Nareisa does." He gestures over to the bluerider wingsecond, "And thankfully, I 
do know which of you are to be in my wing." He grins bemusedly, "So I'll call you and 
you come up here and recieve your new rider's knot and wing badge from my second."

V'tali grins wickedly toward K'vay, but not TOO wickedly... uncertain where he himself 
will wind up.
From the lagoon, An orderly commotion breaks out on the decks of the Sandpiper as it 
casts off and heads back out to sea.

Selene applauds the newest members of the Starflame wing.

Shasta's head appears from behind the taller riders. "Wha?" She asks, blinking. She 
somehow looks much like a weyrling again, caught doing something, and searching her 
brain for what it was. Shoulders tossed back, her spine straight, the brownrider heads for 
her wingleader.

Kayla looks to K'laarn, a hopefull look on her features. Hmmm..

Brainless F'loran (action figure due out at L'mir's leisure) grins over at his brother and 
nodnods, whispering some stuff back to him. Wing stuff..probably. Who knows. They 
could be checking out the women, for all you know.

Kayjay coughs to K'tor, pointing at the wounded Kenla then gestures to Shasta. Her full 
attention on the new riders. "Alianne, welcome" She hands the girl her knot, smiling 
softly. "J'ren, you do me proud!" She grins at K'vay. "And I will see -you- on the drill 
field, soon." She hands the knot to the lad. "Congratulations all of you."

K'laarn stands at attention, and with a glance over the once-weyrlings he starts naming off 
names, his voice loud and sharp. Amongst the names, he calls, "D'ryn! V'tali!" And finally 
finishing it up with one young brownrider. "Step forward and welcome to Stormfall!"

K'vay smiles weakly. "Thanks." He thinks. Very quick retreat back to his lifemate.

Alianne grins at Kayjay, taking the knot and nodding. A glance is given over the shoulder 
at the announcement of the new Stormfall wingriders.

After handing Niare her knot, Imara turns to Stella and smiles. She hands out another knot 
and badge, saying, "Welcome bluerider Stella, and welcome Reanth."

Kayla wrinkles her nose lightly, shrugging after a moment as she claps for them.

T'las manages not to chuckles, and looks around trying to spot someone at the list of 
names in Stormfall.

From the lagoon, The ferry Sandpiper sails up, its bright sails fluttering as the crew furls 
them.

Nareisa stands beside K'laarn and retrieves the knots and badges from a pocket. Maybe 
J'ren wasn't within sight when she remembered to collect them. She murmurs "Welcome to 
Stormfall, it is our honour to ride with you," to each rider as she hands them their knot 
and badge, grinning so proudly you'd think she trained them from hatching herself.

J'ren takes the knot from Kayjay, and beams at her. "It's an honor, Kayjay. I don't have to 
call you ma'am now, do I?" he teases, pausing to applaud the new Stormfall riders.

Rora comes down the ramp from the ferry 'Sandpiper'.
Rora has arrived.

V'tali acquires a suddenly proud expression at the sound of his name, and steps forward 
smartly to accept his new knot.

Stella smiles back at Imara, "Thank you ma'am. From both of us."

Kayjay turning to Shasta, pulls out the Wingseconds' knot that was recently on the 
wounded Kenla's shoulder. She dangles it in front of her fellow brownrider. "Since you 
have such nice penmanship, so recently proved, and since I keep track on you better, close 
at hand, I -invite- you to be Wingsecond of Firedance." She doesn't leave much invitation 
in her statement however.

Enaeth lets out a rare purry-croon, as his rider steps away.

Selene catches the arrival of her fellow harper. Waving, she calls out, "Rora!"

Yishenth bugles her own congrats to the new riders.

Alianne raises her eyebrows at Kayjay's announcement, grinning over at the new 
Wingsecond.

Aithne catches Kayjay's words to Shasta, offering a soft chuckle, "Congratulations, 
Shasta!"

K'laarn steps back to join Nareisa annd to welcome the new riders after having listed off 
the names. To each one he reaches out to clasp their hand firmly and to say something 
about them or to welcome them personally as they come forward to get their items of rank 
and wing.

K'tor grins, "Congratulations new Stormfall riders!" He waits a moment for the applause 
to die down, and then seeks out another pair of riders. "Wingleader and second for 
Moonsweep wing, stand forth. Call your new riders to report."

Shasta comes to a halt behind the line of newly tapped Firedance riders, an eyebrow lifted. 
One hand lifts to her curls, behind her ear - nope, no flowers. Can't be that. So the 
brownrider just simply stands there, a slightly confused expression on her features, until a 
knot is dangled before her. "Wha?" gets oh-so-eloquently repeated. Waitasec. "You'd -
like- me to be your second?" She drawls. Shardit, this'll mean fewer trips to whatever hot 
place she'd found, and needing to be on time for drills.

Kenla grins toothily at Shasta. Hehehe. Kenla's free! Though that jubilation is short-lived. 
She's crippled, too. For the time being.

Rora hears her name and peers around, "Selene!" the young harper girl calls, and rushes 
over to her mentor.

Selene applauds the latest assignments.

Marila chuckles softly as she glances at her sister, "Serves her right..."

J'ren grins. "Congrats, Shasta."

Kenla ers at Shasta, "And can I have your old knot? I'm sort of ... naked right now."

D'ryn follows V'tali over toward where K'laarn is, still holding his gifts, shuffling them to 
shake K'laarn's hand and receive the rank symbols. He goes back to looking at the things 
in his hands, slightly dazed.

Kayla glances up at the shout of Selene, adding her own wave to the woman.

Kayjay smiles sweetly at Shasta. "Yes, you would be doing me a great favour, 
brownrider."

L'mir hmms, not yet familiar enough with his title to respond quickly. His jacket gets a 
tug, centering it on his torso, as he steps forward, right in step with said brother. He clears 
his throat, then takes a small hide out of his pocket. "I will now read the names of the 
Moonsweep Wing. F'loran? Please hand out the knots." Did anyone mention he's forgotten 
to give them to Fol? Call him Brand New.

F'loran glances over at L'mir quickly after K'tor's announcement, nods, and makes closer 
approach to the group of weyrlings. In a bellowing voice even N'all could be proud of, he 
begins shouting out the names of ex-weyrling pairs, ending with, "T'las and Nymath! Step 
forward, and join the ranks of Moonsweep wing." He holds his hand out to his Wingleader 
brother for the knots...

Selene smiles at Rora, and turns to acknowledge the wave from Kayla with her own.

Nareisa beams warmly at the riders she's getting to beknot. "Well done," she murmurs.

T'las grins and comes forward. "You really want Nymath to come up here to?" he asks 
with amusement.

Kayla hears the names, eyes sweeping towards them. Notice the smiling, happy face? It's 
there.

Shasta considers this a moment, but really - what's to consider? If she's doing her 
wingleader a favour, her wingleader's in her debt, after all. With a show of thoughtfullness, 
she relinquishes her own knot to Kenla. "Wear it in good health," she offers, sounding a 
bit stunned.

F'loran, usually all smiles, is deadly serious when it comes to wing duties. He raises an 
eyebrow at T'las' remark, but doesn't quite deign to respond.

K'tor applauds the newest riders to Moonsweep wing, grinning at his erstwhile Mentee. 
"Congratulations new Moonsweep riders!" He pauses and then consults his own list. A 
few quick names are called, mostly blue and greenriders, to join Skyfury.

Kenla takes the knot and nods. "Thanks. Again, sorry for messing up my ankle."

L'mir's eyes widen, then he tries valiantly to control a huge grin from forming. Into his 
pocket his hand plunges, finding the knot and patches.

Imara applauds the newly inducted riders and the promotion as well.

Telinda consipiciously does not step forward and claim Aithne for her wing, merely 
sending the goldrider a warm smile.

Kayjay smirks at the exchange. "We shall meet later, Shasta, to discuss all your new 
duties? Kenla might be able to fill you in." She looks over towards K'tor. "Need to talk to 
him soon." Looking down at her friend, she reaches to pat the girl on the shoulder/

Kayjay says "Just get better soon, Kenla."

The other wingleaders for Nightveil, Cloudchase and Monsoon also call their weyrlings, 
and then Kat gestures to N'all, even as he is handing out knots and patches. "N'all? I 
believe you had an announcement to make as well. Call forth your rider."

Kenla nods and smiles a bit.

Nareisa hovers like she'd like to get away for some reason. Could her staring at J'ren be 
part of it? What an idea.

Kayjay sighs as she watches D'ryn, now her official duties are mostly over.

N'all looks at K'tor, and then looks out at the probably last weyrling that's unassigned, 
"Temari, I would like to welcome you into the Weyrlingmaster Staff. Welcome .back. to 
Dawnwind." He extends a knot and wing patch to her, "Your uniform will be ready soon."

Alianne hears the unexpected announcement, turning towards Temari and grinning rather 
much broadly. Applause begins.

Shasta lifts her eyebrows. "I've been wingsecond to Firedance before, remember?" She 
asks, then adds, "Of course, you might do things differently. I look forward to hearing 
about my new duties." Is she grating her teeth? Counting all the fun things she won't have 
the time to do anymore?

Kayjay beams."Oh, good show, good show!" She grins. "Perfect pick, N'all." She applauds 
the choice.

J'ren whoops. "Yeah, Temari!"

Kayjay blushes slightly, "Ah yes, each Wingleader has their own interesting way of doing 
things."

Kayla applauds for Temari before glancing back to the others.

Aithne chuckles softly. "She will do a good job of it." She murmers softly. Only then does 
she consider her own badge for a moment before exchanging a glance with Araneth.

K'vay blinks in surprise, and gives Temari a cheer. One more greenrider associated with 
N'all that he can chase!

Imara smiles and claps for the newest Dawnwind wing staff member.

F'loran takes the knot and patches from his brother, shooting him a thankful grin as he 
holds them out for T'las. In a much more congenial tone, he says to the new initiate, 
"Welcome to Moonsweep."

Jelisa tilts her head, curiosuly, as she watches the various assignments. She then steps 
forward, murmuring a few congratulations to passing weyrlings as she does. Her hands 
continue to politely clap.

T'las grins and takes them, stepping aside for further annoucement.

K'tor waits until the applause has died down, and then announces in a rather booming 
voice, "Welcome to the weyr, the new riders from Tiarnath and Rnayth's last clutch!" He 
joins in the new applause for the entire group as it breaks out.

N'all's applause joins the others, and towards his weyrmate he flashes one of his more 
devastatingly warm smiles.

D'ryn has his hands full, so can't applaud for anyone, much less himself.

L'mir claps his hands, grinning as broadly as he can muster. "Well done!" he calls out to 
each new rider.

F'loran leaves L'mir to handle the rest as he, himself, bows out for the night. He has a new 
daughter to take care of, after all...

Selene applauds rather enthusiastically for the newest dragonriders.

Marila grins back at N'all. She idly reaches up to play with her necklace before glancing 
back to the new riders.

Aithne returns Telinda's smile before her grin broadens and she applauds for her fellow 
weyrlings.

Bryena finally adds in her applause for the newest riders, having slipped aside and 
towards, well out of the way of any of the impending milling about.

Alianne starts up her own hearty applause for her fellow weyrlings-turned-riders.

Kayjay catches the looks between N'all and Marila, sighing wistfully and looking out 
towards the former werylings.

K'vay blushes, turning quickly to try and figure out how to pack his plant without killing it 
in the cold of between.

N'all looks at Marila, "Feel free to stay, love, I need to go make sure the other kids haven't 
destroyed anything yet."

Kenla peers over at Ardanth, hmmming. "And now I get to fly over again. This is too 
much work."

Shadara hmmms a bit at K'vay, "Why not have a resident go home to Southern with it on 
the Ferry K'vay?"

N'all mounts Ceruth with a nimble and practiced motion, using a thoughtfully lowered 
forelimb. He nestles himself into his spot between two neckridges. From the ground, he all 
but disappears from the view.
N'all has left.

Ceruth downsweeps powerfully and leaps skywards.
Ceruth has left.

Over the island, Ceruth soars upwards from the beach.
Over the island, Ceruth goes home.

On the promontory, Ardanth walks back along the promontory and climbs down towards 
the beach.
Ardanth climbs down from the promontory.
Ardanth has arrived.

Marila watches her weyrmate go. Her eyes following Ceruth's path.

Kayla watches the proceedings with a smile tugging at her lips. She's not going to go 
smooshzing unless people come up to her.

Freyia hauls herself up onto Kelsyth with the help of a proffered foreleg, settling herself 
between the blue's neckridges.
Freyia has left.

V'tali just boggles, for a few minutes, shifting his new belongings in his arms. Shaking his 
head, a grin springs up, and he turns to watch Ceruth disappear.

K'tor heaves a sigh of relief, and nudges his weyrmate, "Well, that went well, don't you 
think?" Then he turns a faintly sympathetic smile on Aithne, one of the few weyrlings 
remaining untapped.

Kelsyth downsweeps powerfully and leaps skywards.
Kelsyth has left.
Over the island, Kelsyth soars upwards from the beach.

K'vay snaps his fingers. "Shadara, I could kiss you for that suggestion. Hey Marila! I'll 
play escort to ya if you like."

Over the island, Kelsyth disappears into Between.

Imara smiles and disappears into the crowd, later disappearing with Yishenth into the sky.

Shadara snorts, "I wouldn't advise it, I bite."

Telinda smiles and nods, a hand slipping up to caress K'tor's cheek, "Indeed it does, but 
now I must be the Weyrwoman once more and do my duty to the guests we have."

Yishenth(#700Oaes$)
From your seat between green Yishenth's neckridges, you have a wonderful view of the 
surrounding area. Beneath you, the dragon is soft and warm, while at the same time strong 
and sturdy. It dawns on you how large she really is now that you see her so close. Even 
for a green, and the smallest color, her wings cover an amazing distance, and you are but 
small human seated upon her. 
Around Yishenth's neck are well-oiled, supple leather riding straps. They are very simple, 
but obviously made with extreme care. The leather appears to be new, as well as the 
strong stitching, and the suede padding is soft.
Using the foreleg that Yishenth has offered as a step, you swing up onto the green with 
practiced ease. She turns her Tropically Iridescent Green head to make sure you're 
situated and regards you with adoring blue eyes.

Kenla moves toward Ardanth. The blue crouches down again, but the rider shakes her 
head. "I think I need a boost again," Kenla tells him.

Alianne meanders over to Chaidyth's side, picking up her new belongings and eyeing them. 
The plant she knows exactly what to do with-- the rest, she's not so sure. Breakable, 
freezeable.. same as the plant?

Kayjay looks around, not quite sure what to do with herself now that the proceedings are 
finished.

You leap skywards.