High Mountain Weyr's Call for Aid (Dragon Hatching!)

Mildred poked her head back out her door and watched those two walk away. She had merely wanted to make sure that they were going to make it to their rooms safely. That was all. The scene that played before her eyes however...That had her letting out a low growl. She didn't like people taking advantage of her cousin's kindness. He may be a doctor, but he was incredibly naive sometimes when it came to the world. In her high and mighty opinion that is.

Another thought wiggled its way forward though that her yell of rebuke dying on her lips. What if it wasn't merely taking advantage of a kindness? What if it was something else? Something that Kemori said had her rethinking her previous thoughts as she ducked back into her room. What if those two were dating?

She barely managed to repress the rage that boiled over at that theory. It helped that she had sparred and held conversations with Kemori before, so it wasn't like he was a complete stranger to her. Plus, this world was about ninety percent non-human, so the chances of Jeremi even trying to date someone human were slim to begin with. And given his history...

Mildred didn't even bother keeping the moan from escaping as she slid down the stony wall. Which prompted Blinky to venture forth from the spot in her bag where he had wisely been hiding and waiting for just such an opportunity as this to advise his bonded on the best course of action from this point forward. Not that she was guaranteed to listen to it, but he felt he had to at least try and give her some options. Just in case she wasn't thinking too clearly herself.

Now do not do anything rash and foolhardy Miss Mildred. I know you have humored me in my efforts to learn more about the world from which you came and thus I have some knowledge on why you feel frustrated at this turn of events.[/font][/b] Just because he had been in his pocket didn't mean he hadn't seen what also happened with Jeremi and Kemori. He had simply thought it a bit impractical on Jeremi's part, but also sweet. He merely hoped that the healer knew his limits and did not strain his back any. But surely, it is not the end of the world as you must be thinking. Kemori seems like a fine...I cannot say lad for I believe he is older than us all, but...[/font] He promptly stopped speaking as Mildred let out another groan.

"Thanks for reminding me about that most likely part. Real help there Blinky." Standing up so swiftly that Blinky lost his balance on her knee; Milred had to scramble to catch him before he hit the ground with a thump. "Sorry about that." She was sincere in her apology but her voice came out shorter than intended as she moved into the room and sat him on the bed. "I...I don't think I can go to the feast tonight."

Dragon dung! You will go or I will see to it that I take you there even if I have to drag you there by your ears![/i][/font] At this point, Blinky raised his front legs and looked as determined as any athid could look that Mildred had to laugh. He didn't really even have jaws to pinch her near as she could tell, so just how was he suppose make her go anywhere?

"I could feign sick from the trip here."

You shall do no charade of the sort! Miss Mildred. They are holding this feast in honor of us coming to aid them in their time of need. Surely you can hold your tongue long enough to attend this grand occasion? And I must admit, I am ashamed of you! I figured that as long as Sir Jeremi is happy with his choice of beau, you will harbor no ill will. I know in the past, that was not always the case, but surely Haven and its people have changed your stance on this just a bit?[/i][/font] Blinky had known she wasn't happy about this match, but to go so far as to be rude to not only the riders of the weyr but her cousin as well? That was just not acceptable.

It was also the wrong thing to say as Mildred took her bag of stuff and flung it on the bed. "You know what? Fine! I'll do to the bloody damn feast if it will get you off my ***. You know nothing about the past! You don't know how many times Jeremi has come this close to dying just because he dated the wrong person." She held her thumb and forefinger together, leaving basically no space whatsoever between the two. "Besides. Kemori admitted to being a trickster! How do we know this isn't just some elaborate prank he is trying to prove? Not quite realizing who he might hurt in the process!" She didn't know enough about the types of pranks Kemori pulled to really trust him in that arena just yet. Trust in a fight. Sure. Trust him to keep his word? Yep. Trust him with her cousin's heart? Nope.

Turning on her heel she stalked back towards the door. "I'm going out. Don't try and find me." Opening the door, she slammed it harder than was strictly necessary as she stalked back to the map hallway to figure out just where would be the best place to let off some steam and frustration.

Cause boy. Did she ever want to punch Kemori's face in and wipe that probably all knowing smirk that would be there. Of course, that kind of fighting between candidates would be frowned upon so she had to come up with a back up plan.

Even if she ended up just finding their sparring ring and hitting inanimate objects will the feast began. She had enough of an active imagination to make it work out just fine.

Tide

Tide stuck to the back of the group, Jason keeping close to her as well. She hadn't quite planned on coming on this trip in the end, but had figured a break from worrying when Mickhalen and Maybelian would pop up next. It was making her sick to her stomach and despite the protection Raferties had offered her and Jason, as well as Khareesh, something still settled like a stone in her throat. It didn't help that he had kept that vial of blood all these years and used it like he did...She barely repressed the shudder that went through her and found Jason's hand intertwining with hers. A reassurance that all will be well and they would deal with it as things happened.

Letting out a low breath, Tide looked over at the waterfall. It was a lovely sight and she paused for just a moment to enjoy the mist on her face. A light tug from her son reminded her that they were suppose to be heading somewhere and almost reluctantly, Tide put one foot in front of the other.

Or it was reluctantly till they actually reached the ballroom where all the food was spread out before them. It was amazing, the feast they had prepared for them, and Tide dearly hoped they hadn't gone to too much trouble to do so. Yes, they were guests, but Tide still hated to think that by being here, they were causing more work for the residents. As introductions were made, Tide looked at each one, curiosity on her face. She had known there were other Weyrs and had even expected some of them to send in candidates, but it seemed so strange to her that the most number came from Haven. She wondered if Haven was among the biggest...

Her thoughts were sidetracked when Jason tugged on her sleeve. "Hey mom. I can I go over and introduce my self to the twins?" Excitement was clear on his face that Tide really couldn't say no. It was rare for Jason to want to go out and meet other children even remotely close to his age and other than Zhi, Tide couldn't really remember him hanging around any others. A smile grew on her face as she nodded, watching her son race off to go introduce himself.

Chuckling to herself, she moved over to the food table and started to help herself, finally starting to unwind since coming here. It was a foreign feeling to have no tension in her shoulders and she hoped that it stayed around long enough to become familiar again.

Gertude

For Gertude, it had been a productive trip into town. While she hadn't bought all that much, just the ideas that bounded around in her head more than made up for it. When the firelizard appeared before her, she was grateful for the small guide. Once she stepped back into the Weyr portion of High Mountain, she was greeted by a resident who informed her that dinner was going to be in thirty minutes. Or to be more precised, the group was to leave for dinner in thirty minutes. Nodding her understanding, Gertude decided to use that time well and when she stepped back out into the group, she was dressed in a simple maroon dress with long sleeves and dark, ballet flats. Her hair was up-swept into a braided bun to keep it out of her face while she ate. The silver rider had almost didn't bother to even pack the dress, but Rissi had rightly pointed out that there might be events where looking just a step up from casual would be nice.

The silver mottle was right, as almost as she ever was.

The walk towards the banquet was beautiful and quite short. She would have loved to pause for longer and stare at the waterfall cascading down, but such was something not meant to be today. Though if they ended up staying here...Well, she might just have to come back and sit down for a spell.

Not missing much, she noted that the barrier was magically reinforced and that this area looked different than the rest of the weyr. More like some kind of sprawling estate or very small city. And those awkward balconies...Where they suppose to be some kind of secret lovers' area or something like that for larger events? If so, they aren't very secret are they Rissi? I mean. We can see them from down here and honestly, the lovers would particularly have to be- She was interrupted by a disapproving cough from Rissi.

Yes. Well, my G'ude, I doubt that is what those smaller balconies are actually for. For someone to have such interest in a lovers' tryst to make special places for them seems just a bit far fetched. Even for this world. More than likely either they wanted more windows after the fact or these are defenses. Though they seem a bit random for the later.

Come now Rissi! They are high up in the mountains. You would have to be some kind of...of...Chicken addled brained fool to try and attack someone when they have the high ground. And on the wings of dragons, a weyr tends to hold the high ground well.

Yes. But sometimes, there are times when we, the might dragons, are grounded too and for such cases, a backup isn't a bad idea to have. Gertude would shrug at that. Rissi had made a good point there, she couldn't deny it and the silver mottle knew it.

Moving into the entry hall, Gertude actually did stop moving to just stare at the place. She suddenly felt very under-dressed and cursed the fact that she hadn't brought anything more worthy of the occasion. Though she wasn't the only at least as she looked around the group at the rest of what the candidates were wearing. As they were lead into the ballroom and the offerings of food, she once again had to stop as she caught sight of the paintings. Rissi...It is Takanu...Or a species similar enough... A hand would reach up, as if to touch the figures on the battlefield. A polite nudge from Rissi would have her stopping, inches from touching the frame.

I would not touch that dear G'ude. I know not how old it is, but surely they wouldn't want you touching it? Is there not some sort of proper protocol for such things?

You are right my soul...It is just... She sighed and glanced at all the paintings, the one of the wild silver and armored man having her raise her eyebrows before she caught up to the back of the group. I wonder what those paints were suppose to portray? She didn't get a response from Rissi beyond her shrugging in lack of knowledge herself. Soon though, the thought of the paintings were pushed to the back of her mind as the sight of food filled her vision.

Being at the back of the group, it took a moment for it to thin out enough for her to catch a glimpse of Magnus and his family. A smile split her face as she recognized at least of faces from her trip into town and informed Rissi of such. Then she took in the rest of the candidates that had traveled from weyrs other than Haven. Catching sight of Ariahala and her strange hair, she absently touched her own slightly two toned hair. Glad to see that isn't as unusual as I originally thought. Or maybe it is since this world has ways to dye the hair other colors than what we would assume natural. Which had Rissi making a comment about what would be considered even natural in world filled with elves, angels, demons, and creatures that defied the very laws of physics. The snort that escaped Gertude had a few looking her way and she quickly moved off towards the food to hide.

I wonder what is with the bodyguard though for...Rowan? Romaia...Ronorium! That was it. It would seem that someone of that high importance wouldn't be allowed to bond with a dragon from another weyr...Unless it was a desperate move. Hmm... That would be interesting. Was there something going on with the Elven Weyr of Aerion? Or was it merely that was their only candidate that was of age and willing to go far away to bond? It didn't help that he seemed way too young to be here and barring the few children she had seen, she was fairly sure that he was in the younger end of the spectrum if not the youngest there.

Grabbing her food, she moved to sit down in a place that offered her the best view for people watching. Not too many people liked to converse via dragon and if they were candidates for a hatching, chances were even higher that they wouldn't even have a dragon to begin with which then introduced writing things down or sign language or...Gertude sighed as she started to pick apart the bunch of grapes she had picked up. She had learned long ago, that unless there was someone like Sandasa who was telepathic, making conversation left her more frustrated than relaxed. But people watching? That was something she could do and didn't make her rip her own hair out at the roots. Even more fun when she and Rissi could make up stories based on their observations about the people milling about.

Such as she was fairly sure two of the demons there were siblings and that third male must be the 'white' sheep of the family. Then there was the bodyguards. She was fairly sure the spellcaster was the more experienced of the two...Experienced in things going bad that is. While the female seemed more relaxed, Gertude was fairly sure he was so tensed that she could probably bounce coins off him. Not that she blamed him. His entire job depended upon him being just a bit paranoid. She let her eyes travel over her own party so to speak and had to raise an eyebrow at that one chick in the leather jacket. She looked like she wanted to murder someone and when Gertude let her gaze follow, she could have groaned out loud.

That was one face that most people knew about if it was just by rumor and pranks. Hopefully both of them would be on their best behavior. She didn't want to be the one explaining to Sandasa why there was a fight between candidates on the very first night because someone (Mildred), couldn't apparently relax for five seconds.

Nec was the next person and she wondered if he had thought of any new star stories. She would have to ask him to go star gazing later. Surely, in this part of Teragaia they were just a bit different? Maybe. Hard to tell some days with logic often taking a backseat to...Whatever the field fancied. And speaking of people keeping away from things...The skeleton rider and one of his friends were staying quite clear of the food tables. While she understood his reasoning, she didn't understand hers. Making another note there, Gertude decided to swing the focus back to those from other weyrs. Time to see just how different everyone actually was. And how alike they all were in the end.

Mildred

This was not one of Mildred's better days. And was probably shaping up to be a horrible week too. Or would be if she let it. Thing is, she probably would let it gnaw at her morning, noon and night. Confronting Kemori did cross her mind more than a time or two, but that would only start trouble at the moment. For if it was truly some elaborate prank or whatnot, Kemori would get his head knocked into a wall. And if it wasn't...Mildred didn't like her family dating non-humans. Her old line of work didn't lend itself well to trust there. She had gotten a bit better since coming to Haven, but old habits were sometimes hard to break.

At least working up a sweat kept her mind off most of her thoughts. Sadly though, she lacked a partner and the unpredictability that would have kept her mind solely on not getting a black eye or a bruised rib. The autopilot of punch, kick, duck, punch, kick, duck, left the imagination center of her brain to run free and rampant. Which was great when the problem was a serious one and not totally made up by her own bias.

The firelizard that appeared to guide her back nearly got in the cross hairs of one of the kicks, but thankfully, quick thinking was something that species of bonded did quite naturally. So if the firelizard was more than a little irritated as Mildred was lead back and flew just a bit faster than necessary, it was completely understandable.

"Thirty minutes huh?" She eyed her aid for a moment before shrugging. "Guess that is long enough for a shower." Stepping into her room, she informed Blinky to drag out some clean cloths for her while she washed away the grime. The athid was more than happy to do as asked for he thought that maybe she was finally over her mood and could enjoy the rest of the stay in complete enjoyment. That was quick lived as Mildred stepped out and got ready, reaching for her leather jacket as the last article of her clothing. A jacket that Blinky knew had rocks in the pockets. He helped her put them there himself after all.

Sighing, he moved up to stand on her shoulder as they made the trek to the compound. Miss Mildred, you are not going to start some sort of ruckus or commotion at this feast are you? I absolutely forbid it! We are guests at this fine establishment and you are representing Haven Weyr!

"What makes you think I am planning anything?" Mildred kept her voice low as she marched with the rest of the group. First through the town. Then over some kind of pond thing. And finally, climbing up to a ledge that housed some kind of...Compound? She honestly wouldn't be surprised if all the small buildings were actually barracks and ammunition storage of some type. The main house even had archer holes on it! Least, she was fairly sure those were archer holes. They didn't quite look like the ones she was familiar with, but what else could small balconies with actually quite a bit of cover from every way except straight on be? Or possibly oil pouring stations. Maybe a combination of both as some of the random placement could be that instead of designing two different areas for two different defenses, they just used one design. Which was also smart as it could allow the defenders to switch out as necessary.

I know what you are currently carrying in your jacket pockets for I also helped you in picking out and placing the rocks there.

Mildred did forget from time to time that Blinky had an impeccable memory and wasn't afraid to call her out if he thought she was about to do something stupid. Which she wasn't exactly planning on, but if Kemori had moved too close...Well, she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to nail him in that pretty face of his. Subtly wasn't the name of the game here, but if she had to fight off Blinky...Maybe it would be a good idea to use some. "Fine. I won't do anything within your eyesight. Better?" The athid would nod, already knowing the most obvious way that Mildred would still try her plan and made a vow to make sure not to let her out of his line of sight. Any part of her. Which may be easier if he could actually see all of her without being on something else besides her.

Okay. Maybe this would be harder than he thought.

Moving into the ballroom, Mildred looked up at what she consider the ruling family. Though she supposed the leader's family would be more accurate if they had the same succession rules as Haven. Eyes tracking as he named off his family and the other candidates from the weyrs, she didn't stop the eyebrow she raised at the sight of the bodyguards. Apparently someone was expecting trouble if they had to send candidates to protect a candidate. Though as she moved closer, she did over hear the conversation between the charge and the leader. So they were more meant to be observers rather than candidates? Interesting. But she did have to agree, any of them could simply be observers in the end. All depend upon the dragons and their choices.

As her eyes flicked over the demons, she felt her body tense up and had to remind herself that they weren't doing anything but milling about. They were here for the same reason as her. To bond to a dragon potentially. To try and save the newly hatched life from being snuffed out way too soon.

Feeling a headache coming on, she went in such of something strong to drink and a corner to drown the tension away in. That could totally work right?

Cain

Between Susan and Taki, the day had not been boring for Cain. Though he almost wished it had been. Susan had left, promising that she would be back in time for the feast after she checked out the infirmary and the morgue for clues of this strange disease. That didn't bother the skeleton one bit. Taki on the other hand...She had decided to meet as many people as she possibly could and to prevent her from being taken advantage of, Cain had followed her all over the weyr and the town and he was pretty sure the better part of the surrounding fields. Most of the people seemed kind enough though he had more than a few looks thrown his way.

About normal for him to be totally honest. Taki kept the hostility down so he didn't have to prove that though he lacked muscles, he would still hold his own in a strength contest.

Just as he was worried that they would all be late, a firelizard appeared before them to guide them back to their rooms. "Talk about a good way to make sure ya are on time, huh?" And a good way to make sure no one got lost. Since most of them had met someone when they signed up, the firelizards could grab the image from one of the Cloudmoores or whoever else signed up the candidates and away they went. Since they more often than not needed an image of a person or place, it din't matter where the candidates had wonder off too, the firelizards could find them.

Provided they didn't find themselves in a strange firelizard proofed area or dead or on a completely different planet. Cain didn't have much faith in the illogical field not doing something like that to some of the residents. It had made it rain spaghetti and gave him a lovely flower pot helmet to keep his head protected from the weapon of limp destruction. 

The trip there proved to be uneventful, though Cain did notice the archer turrets as well. He found it interesting that something like that wouldn't have been taken out by now, but he supposed that other than making the mansion look a bit funny, they weren't doing much of anything. Plus it would probably require more effort to take them down then it would be to leave them up. The entry hall had him gently nudging Taki forward as the feline fae was taking in the awe inspiring room and Cain had to admit it was very nice. The pictures seemed a bit...Brutal to hang up, but it wasn't his home so who was he to judge.

The food held little interest to him so he took up a position by the door, leaning up against it as he watched the people mill about. Susan joined him as well while he kept an eye out on Taki. Honestly, the candidates of the other weyrs held little interest for him right now. They weren't threatening him and there would probably be enough people clamoring to introduced themselves to the 'foreigners' and learn about that, that Cain didn't want to be part of that mass of movements. "Didn't realize that the time before a dragon hatching could be dangerous enough to warrant protection." Cain would be the first to admit he knew little about the politics of Teragaia and that suited him just fine in the end. He was a little too straightforward to deal with the maze that some politicians weaved to see their goals accomplished. So while he was curious as to the reason behind the guards, he didn't have enough information or enough drive to ask why.

Though as he saw Taki make her way over, he realized that he might just find out if he had to guess. After all, Taki didn't let her curiosity fester for long when she had a question, she tended to ask it. Hopefully no one found that rude and if they did...Well, the skeleton would have something to say about that. 

Jeremi

Jeremi really didn't need to be guided back to his room. He had never left his room in the first place. Not that there wasn't places he was interested in exploring. The healer just didn't want to go exploring on the first day. Unless it involved a certain kitsune and a certain kind of exploring that was. 

So they had been fairly easy to find and inform that dinner would be ready soon. In fact, it had taken a lot more time for them to promise each other they would be on their best 'behavior' then it had taken to get physically ready. But they were ready on time and walking with everyone else towards their destination.

Seeing Melonwei, Jeremi made the wise decision to steer Kemori clear. While they seemed to have to come to some sort of terms, Jeremi would still rather not chance it. He was about ninety percent positive that the former Veiled Sister had more than a million ways of hurting someone without actually touching them and Kemori was differently not on her good list or even her neutral list. More like on the boarder between hate and apathy with more than one tail on the hatred list. So keeping the peace was a very good idea in his mind. 

Picking up some food, he decided to mill about with the people and get to know them. After all, he hadn't ever really met an elf let alone a demon and it would be nice to know more about how their day to day lives might differ from that of Haven. Plus knowledge of medicines that they used would be wonderful to know too.

Moving towards Aedan, Jeremi would hold out his hand. "Hello! I'm Jeremi, from Haven. You came from Aphadon right?"

Tide

Galatea was settling her youngest, who were eager to meet some of the visitors and trying to coax them to be patient and polite, let them have a bite to eat first please, when Jason approached. She looked around until she found Tide in the gathering and sent her a grateful smile; children could keep one another entertained long enough for the adults to have a bite and socialize as well.

Nikolai and Nyren both smiled as Jason introduced himself, doing likewise. Then Nyren ahead,

"Are you hoping to Impress? We asked father but we said we couldn't stand on the sands yet. We're not old enough yet."

Galatea meanwhile made her way over to Tide sharing with her a smile from one mother to another.

"Thank you. They have been looking forward to meeting people from the other Weyrs all day, and I feared they would be rude in their excitement."



Gertude

Gertude found quite a nice spot for her people-watching activities. Among those browsing the food offerings, she would see Magnus approached by nearly everyone at some point, likely for a brief word of gratitude for the invitation or the treatment thus far. Thomas would be at his father's side, acting as the dutiful firstborn, while Erika and Mica mingled. Daya would have started towards Gertude, smile showing she was pleased to see a familiar face again, but was briefly sidetracked by Arahana who in passing on the way to the buffet table asked her a question.

She would also see Sharissa kinda lingering with the others from her Weyr, seeming hesitant to separate from them. Gertude would also notice Arihala looking everyone over, studying them intently and perhaps even evaluating them...as competition?

Aniseis would also be looking around, though, a small but seemingly amused smile on her face before she began meandering around the fringes. The food wouldn't seem to have caught her interest, though something had: Gertude.

With that same calm, confident smile, the demon approached and gave a sidelong nod at a chair one away from the woman.

"Is this seat taken by chance?"



Mildred

Mildred would find the drinks - ranging from water and fruit juices to ale, wine, and other spirits - grouped together on one table away from the rest of the food, likely to prevent a spill from taking any of the food with it. Wisely Magnus had elected to leave the decision of who could and child not have the stronger stuff to the individual, saving a potential social gaffe. One bottle would be labeled for those unfamiliar with local fare: 'Dragon Fire Ale - potent.'

She would also catch Kemori's eyes briefly darting to her, as if he could sense her glare though he would quickly divert his gaze and stay close to Jeremi as they moved about the room, one tail brushing the healer's back almost as if... Kemori was seeking comfort? Take that as you will.

As Mildred was trying to decide another person would join her: Tyurus. The richly-garbed demon would look over the selection of drinks, one hand casually lifting a wineglass. He frowned, clearly not pleased, then sighed and picked up a winebottle to study its label. Whether it was intentional or not he'd not spared much more than the barest glance at her.

Though should Mildred, expert in evaluating inhuman creatures, care to study him she might notice that his eyes moved over the couple lines on the bottle, then back again, as if he wasn't really reading them.



Cain

Oh yes, Taki's curiosity had led her right to the young elf and his protectors. (And quite probably his status as one of the two youngest aside from the children and herself helped that.) She was socially aware enough to wait until Ronorim was seated with Arahana heading to the buffet table likely on his behalf before she approached. Viceran tensed when he caught sight of her, and Cain would be able to see him size her up and for once her small, fuzzy package failed to cause a peaceful demeanor; his expression didn't waver. Either he was overprotective or he was conscious of the IF to believe even small creatures could be a threat.

But his charge saw her and Ronorim's expression became delighted. The Skeleton and Horseman would see the Myrgwae introduce herself, take an offered seat with them, and an animated conversation would begin. At one point she would turn and point in Cain's direction, and the two elves' gazes would follow to find him. Ronorim would smile and give an inviting wave, if Cain or Susan wanted to take it.


Jeremi

After Magnus' introductions, Kemori felt eyes on him. Hostile eyes, and as Jeremi began guiding him towards the food tables he caught sight of where those eyes came from.

Melonwei. Ah.

A look in the other direction also revealed someone else flattering at him in the form of Mildred. He quickly diverted his gaze too the platters before him, accepting a plate with a wry, and in truth somewhat sad, smile.

"I think it is a good thing that looks really can't kill, or right now there would be little you could do for me, Jeremi. The only question would be which direction would get me first." He kept his voice low so it stayed between them. Mildred's censure he understood; he himself had snarled at the suitors of other family members in warning to treasure what they had our face his wrath. It was what any family member would do, really, if they cared at all. Granted he thought they were on something of a better standing with one another after their sparring session and guide-and-seek-hunting game. Perhaps he had been mistaken?

Melonwei on the other tail bothered him more. Though Weyrwoman Sandasa had essentially endured a truce between them, that was likely the only thing from his perspective that kept the former Veiled Sister from coming after him. And that rubbed his tail fur the wrong way. He'd apologized, sincerely, twice. He was more than willing to not just bury the hatchet as the saying went but melt it in a forge fire into nothingness. Missteps on both sides, weird spoken in haste and fear and aggression, but amends made...or not, it seemed. No, his honor was far from soothed just as her loathing towards him was far from soothed. He would be quite content to never be in the same location as her save for the unavoidable fact that sometimes he couldn't, such as now.

The Kitsune firmly pushed the thought front his mind for the now, one tail brushing up against Jeremi's back affectionately as they crossed the room to where Aeden stood leaning against a pillar. He would start slightly at being addressed – he'd been looking over the representatives from Exaltis at the time – but gave a small smile and accepted the handshake with only a tiny touch of awkwardness.

"Ah, um, hello. Yes, I'm from Aphadon, and I believe you are both from Haven Weyr?" His amber eyes flicked briefly over each of them. "I had heard rumors that Haven had quite a varied population, but this is the first proof I've seen with my own eyes." He seemed to catch his possible offense and quickly added, "I mean no insult. It is refreshing to see such variety.... ah heh..."



Nec

Nec's question would have earned the Changeling quite a bit of information, about how they had been a non-Weyr community for some time until one day a flight of dragons, including a pureblood gold queen, had arrived, seemingly lost. They had remained, and within a single hatching High Mountain Weyr had been born. He would also be told that Weyrleader Magnus, Mica, or Erika could tell even more, as it was 'really their story to tell.'

Thankfully for Nec, Kaimus turned at the greeting, a wineglass in hand and a plate in the other, with a grin that showed off that the white-haired demon had a nice pair of small fangs for incisors.

"Oh, I think some might say that when they get close to you," he countered in kind, eyes sparkling with amusement. "After all, I lack the horns. But I have... other talents." The temperature of the air around him suddenly plummeted for a couple of seconds, and the floor around his feet frosted over. "Ice demon and all. I'm Kaimus." In lieu of a handshake he passed his hand over first his plate, flames licking at his palm to heat it back up, then gesturing offeringly towards Nec's plate. "Pleasure to meet you, and shall I reheat your plate for you?"



Everyone

AS the platters were being emptied and cups selected, quiet servants would refill and replace them. Everyone was mingling and seemed to be enjoying themselves, and Weyrleader Magnus was quite pleased.

"So far, so good," commented Thomas quietly. "Even though it seems there's some unfriendly feelings between some people." His father nodded.

"Yes, this is running smoother than I'd believed. Now if it can only continue that way." The firstborn son patted his father's shoulder.

"I know you worry, but I do believe there will be enough Candidates to stand on the sands, on top of those whom the Dragon might call in the crowd. This was a wise plan." Magnus chuckled.

"Yes, as if any plan he offered was anything but wise." They shared a small laugh then went to get something to eat themselves.

Nec had initially decided to approach Magnus, interested i how thing were 'their story to tell', but by the time he was free from other guests questions and chatter, Nec had already approached Kaimus, who was just as interesting. Nec had after all a personal reason for his interest in demons.

"Oh they don't need to get close to say that. It's funny. I look the part but you are the part." He grinned and at the demon's little demonstration Nec felt lucky he wasn't as easily affected by cold as humans, because despite lasting no more than two seconds it was freezing! More than enough to turn his breath into fog." I wouldn't mind." At the offer he held out his plate for the other to reheat. So an ice demon could control fire as well. Probably good to know? "I would've thought weyrs were a bit protective of their dragon eggs. I know they said no ties, but wouldn't there be hard feeling if someone from another weyr impressed a Gold?"

Unlike the riders on dragons, who appeared right away, it took time for Arieh to materialize on Vesper's back, Ahlmalaya in tow right behind (Susan had hitched a ride on Dorth, apparently, because Cain). First it was a black outline, then swirling shadows, and slowly both horses and rider filled in until they were solid.

Arieh swung down from Vesper's back. He looked to the person greeting him, slightly disoriented at first (traveling via Vesper's version of between was never particularly fun), before he grasped what the man was trying to say to him.

"Oh! Yes, if you could show Vesper and Ahlmalaya here to the rooms and direct me to the infirmary, that would be very much appreciated. I believe I have some investigating to do."




Mialuth took the image easily, or so it seemed to Jenna -- Linah certainly seemed proud of her -- and they followed the rush of other dragons through between to the other side. The trip through the dark, cold nothing was longer than expected, but they made it to the other side just fine.

The Weyrleader made sure everyone had rooms and accommodations. Linah was given a guest queen's weyr, Jenna a much humbler place to rest her head as she'd come with no dragon of her own.

Eventually they both made it to the manor and the banquet, where Jenna pounced on the food because it saved her from having to try and make conversation. She was not good at conversation.

Linah, on the other hand, looked around a bit.

"So, demon, huh?" she greeted Zarmenos cheerfully. "What's your Weyr like?"




Precious Tualarth was quite tired after the long flight between, leading Melonwei to questions about whether they were perhaps timing things to High Mountain Weyr and not merely traveling. But she got her dragon safely ensconced in her borrowed Weyr and spent some time sniffing about the morgue with Susan Pale Horse, who had bid her reluctant farewells to Cain with a promise to meet up with him later.

They were both doctors, Melonwei and Susan. Investigating the roots of the plague interested them both.

"You aren't the company I thought I'd be having today," Susan grumped. She was tolerant of most people, but Melonwei was a special kind of abrasive.

"Likewise. But let us set this aside in the name of professionalism, perhaps?"

"Agreed."

Together they interviewed infirmary staff, searched bodies at the morgue, bantered hypotheses back and forth, and before they knew it the day had passed far enough that they had to rush to get to the manor for the banquet. They were still a little late, but they at least arrived. That had to count for something.

Susan slid into a seat next to Cain, reaching to briefly squeeze his hand, and Melonwei simply found herself the least populated part of the table at which to sit and eat.



Shrayla was in the manor the entire time, quietly trying not to panic. Oh, she'd seen to Tiombeth, of course, made sure her brown mottle was comfortable in his weyr, but then she'd bolted for the designated meeting place to wile away the hours because she could not handle being in what amounted to a giant city. Every bit of stonework reminded her painfully of Undrentide. Of falling, falling, falling, falling-

Right. Here and now. Not falling. People set out food, drink. Much of it Shrayla couldn't eat for various reasons -- garlic, for one, was as toxic to her as it was to a dog -- but it smelled good.

Eventually other people showed up. The familiar people. Shrayla wanted to walk up to someone and talk, she really did, but she had a bad case of nerves still and her throat was too tight. Her mouth worked but no sound came out. She settled for finding a goblet of water and sipping slowly, ears banked to close out the thrum of conversation around her.

((Ok, special instructions for this post everyone! If there is anything in a SPOILER, then I humbly request that those words remain for the intended character's eyes ONLY! Some things have been seen or questions asked but only by one person at a time thus far. Rest assured that if questions are repeated or the like in a more 'public' manner then everyone will find out what will be revealed.))

Retsom

If anyone thought Retsom was underdressed or otherwise inappropriately attired, nothing was said about it. So snagging a plate wasn't difficult, and the painting that had so unnerved him would be only in the entrance hall so no worries there!

Most all of the Candidates from their other Weyrs would be in conversations soon enough, by eventually Erika would happen by and smile at him and Rune, who had come to stand nearby.

"Enjoying everything?"

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Ixeh

After a few moments of greetings, mostly with Kaimus before he excused himself to get some food, Ixeh would find herself alone in terms of direct company as several of the guests had scattered to their own corners or been 'caught' by others for further conversation (or due to over-protectiveness, as in the case of Ronorim and his bodyguards). Though most would have at least one person engaging in at least brief conversation soon enough the fae wouldn't be left out. After taking a small circuit of the room, playing the good host (or host's soon in his case) Mica would 'meander' (read as: casually stroll while trying not to look like he was intending to speak with her in particular) offer to sit a chair down and across from Ixeh, a page of his own and a glass of wine in hand.

"I hope I am not intruding," he said jovially, "and I hope you're enjoying yourself as our guest. And if you don't mind my asking but...I remember noticing you when my brother, sister, and I were in Haven Park making our plea. I noticed that you seemed to have some kind of magic about you, but it is utterly unlike anything I have sensed before." The third-born Cloudmoore grinned. "I am something of a magus myself, so I can usually sense who has magic capabilities, such as the white-clad Exaltis candidate. Yours are unique to my understanding, though, so is hoped I might ask about them. If it is nothing to personal."

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Rune:

Much of what Rune's first questions, asked in a local eatery, would entail would prove to be very little different than the answers that might be given at Haven. Though some creatures native or at least familiar to the Haven territory such as Kitsune and Voltaire had yet to appear on the island containing High Mountain Weyr most other had, such as Zaithand and Pegasus and of course Dragons and Firelizards.

Hearing the history of High Mountain, by comparison, would be quite a telling!

At the dinner, no one would make any notice of his piercings – though with people with horns around as he'd so noted, piercings probably were a bit less alarming – nor any dust he happened to miss. In fact the first real notice paid to Rune would be when Erika meandered over and smiled at both him and Retsom, and inquired about their enjoyment of the gathering. Though she would notice that Rune hadn't partaken of anything, and asked with a concerned, and curious, expression on her face,

"Is there nothing here to your liking?"



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Nec

Kaimus happily reheated Nec's plate with a hand, then when it was steaming again nibbled on some of the food on his own.

"When you are of ice demonic bloodlines and as a child can't control your powers as much you learn other magics out of necessity." He chuckled, then hummed thoughtfully.

"Well, most of the time yes. I know for certain Exaltis would never let a dragon egg go outside the Weyr of it could at all be helped!" He grinned, looking around in a secretive, somewhat conspiratorial manner, then leaned in close. "I spent my time before this lovely dinner making a few inquiries, and I found out something interesting! I know for a fact that wild silver and gold dragons live in the mountains, all around High Mountain Weyr. And that's not all: the Riders here not only acknowledge that the wild dragons sometimes slip into mating chases, but encourage it, consider it a mark of honor if a wild dragon catches the flying female! That's why there's so many Mottles, and so few Pureblood! The wild dragons don't even have to try and hidden their presence!" The glint in Kaimus' eyes revealed his delight in what at least to him was a delicious scandal. "I wouldn't be surprised if there were next to no Purebloods on the sands this hatching." Even a relative newcomer like Nec would have heard that some Candidates, Riders, and even just general Weyrfolk preferred the Purebloods over the Mottles, viewing the mixed-heritage dragons as 'tainted' by the Wild bloodlines native to Teragaia.

Taking another drink, the demon shrugged.

"I myself, I really don't care one way or the other. If I Impress why should I? The prestige of it alone makes the trip and effort worth it, and seeing all of this - " He gestured with the glass, careful not to spill. " - is pure bonus!" Kaimus looked Nec over again, curiously.

"What about you? Are you looking to Impress a particular kind of dragon yourself, or here for the simple thrill of it?"



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Tidesweep

The twins' eyes would go wide, hearing that Jason would be on the sands. Then they eagerly nodded at his offer of a story about a hatching. Yes, it clearly seemed that they, as all people who grew up around the magnificent beasts, loved hearing anything they could about dragons, even if it was scary.

Then of course, the sweets hording would commence. The dessert table would quickly be about a quarter of the way empty with none quite finding out how it happened.

Galatea smiled kindly at Tide's words, though as she did so some of the strain she'd endured as the Weyrleader's wife would show in her expression: a few lines nealy-given under her eyes, a bit of paleness and an overall tiredness. Perhaps the gathering this eve was as much for her as it was for political politeness.

"You haven't overstepped. I greatly enjoy when others can speak to me as an equal, or at least as if I'm simply a person. But yes, after everything a little excitement, a little hope, is exactly what they need. What they all need." Her tone would say quite clearly that she was meaning the people of High Mountain as much as her family.

Briefly her gaze would flicker to Erika – ah, yes, also almost a victim of the disease that ravaged their land, quite likely a cause of Galatea's distress signs – then her attention would turn back to Tide.

"Could you tell me, perhaps, what Haven Weyr is like? I have heard stories, some of which I admit have been proven by seeing all of you present at the same time – but that is all I know."



Mildred

When Mildred spoke, Tyurus would look her direction, then frown darkly. But her admission that she only could read one language seemed to help settle him before he could take any offense at the 'reading fine print' line.

"It is not elven," he replied, his voice velvet but with a somber undertone to it. He displayed the label side: the runes there would be harsh and angular, rather than the curvy shapes typically attributed to the elves. With a sigh he set it back down; with interacting with him his plate would be considerably more empty as well, by comparison to some of his fellows.

Eyeing the bottle Mildred offered, he thought about it for a moment, then simply nodded once.

"Why not? Very little I have ever tried can actually affect me."



Jeremi

"Well, there are humans in Aphadon," Aedan put in. "But elves are the majority." He fidgeted a bit with the cuff of one sleeve, a gesture that looked very much like a nervous twitch. "I will admit, this is the largest... variety of people I have ever seen before. Haven and Exaltis both." He paused, as if considering whether or not to ask his question, then did. "Have either of you ever...attended a Hatching before? In Haven? I have heard that things for you are not quite as... strict as our methods are. That you can be far older, for example." Yes, Aedan was carefully choosing his words, probably to avoid offending either of the Haven candidates by making it seem like their non-traditional means were off-putting, or making it sound like he was slighting his own Weyr because he certainly wasn't doing that!

Kemori's ears twitched, likely picking up on the tone, but he shook his head.

"First time for me. I haven't been on Teragaia that long, actually. I've heard stories about previous hatchings but that's it. Never even seen a dragonette!" He grinned, tails flicking as just like that he'd regained his good humor. "I've heard they're adorable though, all wings and feet and no idea what to do with either!"



Gertude

Aniseis sat down gratefully and gracefully, tucking her feet under her chair and smiling in a very friendly way.

"I believe I caught your name was Gertude, right? I'm very good with names." Her eyes took to the notepad and pencil pulled so readily, and for a moment her expression was confused. But then she smiled, and the midpoint of the metal-like emblem on her brow lit up with a small light like a tiny star.

And Aniseis' voice would come into Gertude's mind in a very familiar, if surprising, way: true telepathy.

Hmm, shall I take it that you either prefer not to speak, or cannot. Would this be any easier? By her grin she would be quite delighted if she caused any surprise by displaying this talent, but even if not her grin would hold. If you aren't familiar with this, just think what you desire to say, and I will easily hear you.



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Arieh

Vesper and Ahlmalaya would be escorted to the rooms – the thoughts of showing creatures, taken to be Bondeds, to rooms wasn't something anyone on Teragaia would question – and find them to be large enough to accommodate large creatures such as equines. Then again, living in mountainous terrain probably required such adjustments; very little viable land that wasn't required for buildings, farming, or dragons. They would be offered whatever they wanted, be it food, water (or other drink), and the like.

Arieh would be shown to the infirmary, blessedly empty in comparison to what it had been during the long, brutal, deadly winter from what the three present healers would be able to say.

"Our beds were full," the Masterhealer, Wythren, would say as he mixed some medicine. "Even after we had squeezed in as many beds as we could fit and still be able to move around and tend to our patients, there were so many more ill." He would nod in greeting as Melonwei and Susan Pale Horse entered as well, taking the moment to add some more components to his pot and resume mixing.

"Everyone started the same way. It starts with an increasing difficulty breathing, first almost an unnoticeable easy-windedness that turns to breathlessness from just climbing up ten steps. Coughing starts at this point, and a fever soon followed. Eventually the weakness would leave the victim bedridden, having to be fed a liquid diet as anything thicker would stick in their throad and just about suffocate them. Tingling in the limbs is next, and for those that perished the final phase is they would fall asleep, and simply stop breathing." He shuddered. "I saw nearly each and every death, and the way some would shudder, gasping – to be blunt I fear that they were aware, simply held in a paralysis as their lungs failed and they left this world.

"Some would survive, though what caused them to resist where others were felled I can't say for certain. Old, young, strong, weak already – there was no rhyme or reason for it. But they would suffer violent coughing fits that would make them unable to draw breath for several moments, even minutes aside from small gasps. More than one coughed up blood, and one suffered a lung infection that ended up stealing their life anyhow.

"We found a medicine that seemed to help, a mixture of herbs that when drunk as a tea would ease their breathing and help with the fever. It didn't always work, admittedly, but none survived without it."

Finishing with his current compound, Wythren would pour it into a bottle and close the lid tightly. He turned in his chair to look at the Vessel (though obviously he couldn't know that part).

"Aside from that, is there any more information I can provide?"


Jenna and Linah

Jenna would find that much to her good fortune, not only was she able to grab whatever food she wanted of what was present, but most of the gathered guests and hosts had been already approached for conversation. So she would be quite left to her own devices aside from some of the servers occasionally inquiring if she would like more food or drink, if everything was to her liking, etc. She would notice however that for the most part they certainly seemed more comfortable with the Haven folk than those from the other Weyrs, in particular the Exaltis candidates.



Meanwhile, Linah would find Zarmenos remaining isolated, thus easy to approach and speak to if perhaps a bit intimidating by his intense amber stare. He wouldn't be alone, however – with some of the Exaltis candidates having separated off Sharissa was standing beside the dark winged one, nibbling on some food seemingly while 'under his watchful protection.' But when the Haven woman drew near she smiled.

Perhaps she'd been given instructions to the point of 'don't mingle until mingled with?'

"Hn." Zarmenos grunted softly. "Exaltis is much harsher a place to live than your Haven is. The land is dangerous and deadly, and the people more so. Being a Dragonrider doesn't earn you respect – it makes you a target."

"That's why we're here!" the younger female added cheerily. "We don't have as many dragons as a lot of the other Weyrs, so we're always looking for more. Maybe the next time Haven has a hatching some of us could attend too. Do you think we could?"

"Sharissa!" Zarmenos hissed in reprimand even as she finished speaking. Perhaps he felt she over-stepped things by admitting how precarious their Weyr was standing at the moment. She dropped her eyes briefly, but Linah would notice that there was a sparkle in her gaze that showed a little less naivety than might have been first attributed to her. Maybe she knew what she was up to?







Melonwei and Susan

Arriving at the infirmary Melonwei and Susan would see Arieh already there speaking with a man who looked like he was in charge and hearing what he said about the symptoms of the disease that had so plagued High Mountain Weyr and Village.

Interviewing any of the staff, including Masterhealer Wythren, would relate much of the same. The disease first appeared in one or two people, then spread like a wildfire, soon gaining epidemic proportions. It was all the healers could do to keep up!

Of the bodies, sadly they had already all been cremated as High Mountain tradition (lack of viable graveyard space and all). But all was not lost! When it became clear that this was much more that a simple wintertime flu going around the Masterhealer had insisted that detailed notes be taken on every patient and every death, from moment of diagnosis to moment of death or recovery, be taken. And when the pair informed them that they were Haven trained and looking into this, the Masterhealer would permit them to look at the notes they had compiled.

Sadly there would be little to say much, aside from how everyone in a family or dwelling would seem to fall ill within days or even mere hours from one another.

There would be one thing noted on all of a dozen victims, all whom perished quickly from the illness: they would all have shown a rash somewhere, usually on a single limb.

No one at the meal would have noticed their late arrival, or at least give any display of it, and they would be able to settle in to the meal while it was nicely hot and tasty! Melonwei would easily be able to find a place to keep to herself aside from helpful servants every now and then. Susan, meanwhile, would have been able to seek out Cain and as a result be brought to the attention of the young elf Ronorim and his closest bodyguard Viceran when the Myrgwae gestured at them, and Ronorim would have extended his inviting wave to her as well.





Shrayla

For Shrayla entering the manor grounds would have only had a momentary holdup, as when she arrived the gates would be closed and guarded. But Mica's timely appearance would have her given entrance, the gate opened for her and the friendly, cheerful Cloudmoore welcoming her to their home. Perhaps he could tell that she was tense about being here, for he would offer her a place to rest in the guesthouse if she wanted it.

She would also be the one to finally solve the mystery that was on many's minds upon seeing the Cloudmoore manor: what were those odd balconies?

When the meal started, someone would see Shrayla and approach her, though perhaps it would be a relief that it was someone she knew, someone who hoped he would make her a bit more at ease: Keldos.

"This place is very strange, or is it just myself thinking that?" he murmured softly, a bit of food on a plate and a glass of white wine in the other. "I have heard some of the talk around, and the way they speak of the dragons is somewhat... different than even what I have heard around Haven."



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Sandasa, Velaska, and Belandriel

When the three Weyrwoman arrived from Between, they would be met by three Bronze Riders, if their bronze-wrapped shield badges meant anything, who would say they had been tasked with acting as their escorts and essentially personal aids for their time here, unless otherwise dismissed. Guest rooms suitable for Queenriders would be offered, all close to one another to provide a sense of security as it were (and they would also be informed that Linah and Anari were each housed in a nearby room as well, as was appropriate to their status).

The three Weyrwoman would enter the manor and be escorted to the dining hall, entering in quite a grand fashion (riding gear or not) and instantly drawing the attention of Weyrleader Magnus and Thomas, who would excuse themselves from their current conversants and approach to greet them.

"Welcome, Weyrwoman Sandasa of Haven, Weyrwoman Velaska of Exaltis, and Weyrwoman Belandriel of Aphadon." Magnus greeted. "It is an honor to have you with us for this Hatching. I am Weyrleader Magnus, and this is my eldest son, Thomas. I hope your weyrs are to your liking. We aim to make our guests feel welcome, especially when they are here specifically at our request to help us. Or should I say, help unhatched dragons avoid a dire fate," Magnus replied to Velaska with a half bow. Her Candidates would from their scattered positions for the most part look sheepish though in truth none had done anything in particular to earn censure, save for Arihala who would merely smirk at her like 'I know you aren't accusing me of anything,' and Zarmenos, who would just look her direction briefly and give a small nod of acknowledgement, expression unchanging.

"Aphadon has presented itself well," Thomas assured, "as has Aerion and Exaltis. My father and I are confident that the dragonettes will find their Riders, despite our own lack of Candidates." If Aedan, speaking with Jeremi and Kemori, had heard his Weyrwoman's words he didn't show it, but to his credit they seemed to be getting along well.

"I am also pleased with how many Candidates volunteered from Haven," put in Magnus. "Though I also understand that some specifically asked permission from my son to attend not with the intention of Impressing, but to investigate the sickness that plagued us in the winter. While I hope there is nothing to find, I also hope that if there is they succeed in their hunting." Putting aside the formalities, the crimson-haired man smiled.

"Four Weyr's leaders, together in one place for the purpose of hopefully witnessing their people Impress and save a young dragon's life. I believe this is the first for any such a meeting. Perhaps, if all goes well here, we could arrange other such gatherings of goodwill for the benefit of our Weyrs. And I am well aware that High Mountain has remained somewhat...isolated, in comparison with the other Weyrs. If there are any questions I may answer or confusion I can clarify, please ask."

EVERYONE
Just about this point, as the Weyrwomen were speaking with Magnus and Thomas, all of those who already had Impressed a dragon and had flown their dragons to High Mountain would start to feel a bit mind fogged, worn and easily distractable. Some might also feel a headache coming on. The more suspicious among the gathered might worry about some kind of treachery, though the sights of both Thomas and Mica blinking dazedly would hopefully assuage worry. Magnus briefly glanced at his eldest, then chuckled and gestured. A few servants would nod in understanding and slip into a different room, coming back with trays with slender glasses containing a clear liquid, offering one to each of the sleepy-seeming guests mostly whom would be from Haven.
"I will explain, father." Thomas stepped away from the gathered Weyrleaders to address everyone, even as he accepted one of the glasses. "I apologize, guests. The lack of forewarning fully falls upon my shoulders; I was so excited for your arrival that I forgot to tell you about this small side effect. Traveling from Haven to High Mountain would take such a distance that we to use the phrase timed it. That is, we went back in time about a duration of two hours. Given this point all of us are essentially in two places at once, which is causing the sensation you are feeling. It will pass in an hour or so, though if you wish the drink that is being passed out is a stimulant that helps counteract the grogginess." At this point he deeply drank of his own, a display of its safety. "If you wish not to, that is your decision, and if you find yourselves too worn to remain then an escort will guide you back to your rooms." Mica, for his part, would down his drink in a single gulp to continue his conversing with Ixeh, and after a moment's hesitation Anari, also given one, would drink. Keldos would deny it - given his celestial nature and being fully connected to the Chorus he probably felt nothing - though Raferties would accept and sip at it.

Tidesweep

As Tide cast a quick eye over the now desert dessert table, she would wager that the twins would be taught more than a few sneaky moves from Jason by the end of this trip. The only question would be how many and if the twins would actually end up being any good with the lessons.

Turning her attention back to Galatea, Tide would give a slow nod. Giving hope was something that so often went unthought of, but was so important. Sometimes all it took was a spark to set the fires aflame and she knew that better than most.

At the question about Have, Tide's smile widen. "Oh! Where shall I begin? It is a wonderful place. Not that here is not a wonderful place. I guess what I mean is that the people are wonderful. No one is quite the same and while there is friction, we still come together and help each other out. No one really judges on appearance, but on personality. No one seems to care where you come from. Only what you do to others. That is refreshing to me." A shadow would cross her face as she thought about her original home. Flare could learn a thing or two from Haven, that was for sure.

"People tell stories about us? I did not know that. Though I suppose being from there, that is not something I would be aware of. It would be a really weird way of being on the outside looking in while still being on the inside. Like one of those weird picture puzzles." Her hands moved as if she was holding a sphere as she tried to describe what she was talking about and eventually giving up. "I also tend not to make it down to the Shamrock, our local tavern, nearly as often as I probably should. I suppose that would be the best place to hear stories from travelers. Would it not?"


Mildred

"I suppose that would make one of us the designated driver and it sure as hell ain't me." Pouring them each a drink form the bottle, she would wisely set it on the table. Just in case. "Also. That looks like something from either the Norse on my world or Satanic." She would give a small shrug, rising up her glass. "Well...Here goes nothing. For the record, while not a light weight, I ain't no heavy lifter either." And with that as a warning, she took a sip of the dragon ale and hoped she didn't exactly regret it.


Jeremi

The nervous gesture wasn't lost on Jeremi and he gave the other an easy smile, eyeing Kemori at the comment about the stumbling dragonettes. "Oh believe me love, they know exactly what to do with those limbs of theirs. As well as their teeth." Jeremi worked in the weyr and had to treat his share of hatchling injuries on potential candidates and newly minted riders alike. Add in his own experiences...

"And I can say no, I have attended one in Haven? I believe I can say no to that anyway. Me and my cousin actually arrived right smack dab in the middle of a dragon hatching. Somehow. That...Well, you can say nontraditional and I say that Haven's hatchings have no tradition because somehow, something always seem fit to invade them and complicate them. Such as sticking all the candidates in between or I even heard there was a glitter storm at one of them." Hospital staff did tend to gossip and he had experienced the between one first hand. That one...He would actually rather not go into details about that one.


Gertude

Gertude would nod and was picking up the pencil to respond back when Aniseis pulled her trick. Grinning and clapping in delight, the silver rider would be surprised at the show of the talent. "Oh yes! Much easier. I believe your name is Aniseis?"

My G'ude has had some experience with telepathy. Not much though, of course. But enough. Rissi's voice would come through for a moment before she settled down in Gertude's mind to listen in.

"My silver mottle, Rissinoth. We are hardly apart in terms of mental capacity, so if you get one of us, you usually get the other. But this is wonderful! Now I can save my hand from cramping up. I hate writing, but so many people don't understand sign language or have your ability. I can only rely on Rissi and my other companions so much too. Case in point, here. While this place is big, I doubt it is fully grown dragon big."


Cain

Cain would gently squeeze Susan's hand back. Curiosity was presence, but unlike some of his companions, he could keep it under wraps till later. At the invitation from Ronorim, Cain would shrug and lean his head down toward's Susan's ear. "Looks like we are being invited over. It would probably be rude to refuse." His tone was jovial though and no matter what, he would at least go over briefly to introduce himself. How long he stayed would depend entirely upon rather or not Susan decided to join him.


Everyone

Jeremi and Mildred would both be fine even as the healer picked up on the fact that a few of the guests looked like a nap might do them some good.

Mildred was probably a bit too drunk to really notice a difference in anyone. Or so completely sober, she would be regretting the choice to down that drink of ale.

Cain for his part would feel the effects. A slight headache and a need to just stretch out on a pile of blankets would accompany that, but he would refuse both the drink and the escort. It would past soon enough it sounded like. Besides, even he had wanted too, there was no stomach or technical nervous system to actually have the drink be affected.

Tide would take the drink however, no fear or suspicion in her gestures. She herself had traveled in time before. Way back when her and Khareesh had to help a sick Grathkin child. But that had been minutes instead of hours and if the drink helped...Why not?

Gertude would also take the drink, slipping it slowly. She was slightly weary of a trap, but in the end, if they wanted to get to her, they would have to go through a very protective and angry silver mottle that breathed fire instead of frost. Which Gertude would wish them luck on. Sick or not, Rissi was a force to be reckon with where it concerned her rider. "Time travel...Got to hate love it.