[FEAST] To The Winner Go The Spoils

[Arcane]

Mithras of Blue Solarachath- Open

Mithras attended the hatching feast in blue. Maybe it was a little trite- to match and herself to her new dragon- but she wanted all the weyr to know she was proud to be Solarachath's partner. He was hers and she was his and no man or dragon would tear them asunder.

Besides- Solaracath liked it. Because it made it easier for him to "camouflage" and observe. As his rider, Mithras' job was to support his interests and grow his confidence.

He crouched beneath her skirts, surveying the room, and keeping going a running list of observations, Black is the most common color for hatching feast finery. Followed by brown, then blue. What messages do these humans intend to send through their chromatic social signaling?

Black and brown dye are cheaper than more vivid colors. Not all the guests are weyrfolk. It's as much practical as expressive, Mithras explained, as she passed Solarachath a small piece of her steak.

He was still a bit hungry, after all, and meat was safe for baby dragons.

We should say hi to people. Introduce ourselves, as future riders and defenders of Pern.

Mithras could feel her dragon squirm nervously, Too many people. Too loud.

They're going to love you. Everyone's here because they love dragons. But I can take the lead, if you want me to do the talking.

...Fine, the blue reluctantly conceded.

Feel free to speak up- whenever you want. They're here for both of us.

Mithras smiled at the nearest stranger, "Hi. I'm Mithras and this is Solarachath. We're eager to do everything we can for Fort Weyr."

[FirebrandPhlox]

Weyrling C'stanza of Garnet Ivalyth - Allina

"That's not really...whatever." C'stanza sighed as Allina mentioned they could see each other every day. She was nice enough, but he definitely hadn't anticipated her wanting to see him every day, and that was certainly not what he meant by his statemnet. But, he was once again focused on Ivalyth, who was now snoring softly as she slept, head still propped on the table.

"Oh, same as anyone I suppose," he answered, quickly replying to her question about him wanting to be a dragon rider. He hoped that was sufficient, as he really did not want to admit to anyone that he had failed out of every other career path he had attempted.

His tone was cagey as he replied to her last question. "Oh, I just transferred in the last turn or so. I'm still pretty new here. And I only became a candidate once I transferred."Thank Faranth for that. The last thing he needed was someone who knew about all his past failures showing up at Fort and telling everyone what a screw-up he was. He was finally starting to eke out a good life for himself, sleepy dragon pending, he didn't want that falling apart so quickly.