==== September 27th, 2013
==== Sienna, K'ane, Mayte, Kyara, Tuli, We'bey, Sadaiya, I'yn, Vashae, Eollyn, Corelle (NPC - W'rin-handler), W'rin, Sara, D'reize, N'thu, cameos by Shea and I'tani
==== Igen's latest weyrlings finally graduate!

Who Sienna, K'ane, Mayte, Kyara, Tuli, We'bey, Sadaiya, I'yn, Vashae, Eollyn, Corelle (NPC - W'rin-handler), W'rin, Sara, D'reize, N'thu, cameos by Shea and I'tani (NPC)
What Igen's latest weyrlings finally graduate!
When There is 1 Turn, 1 month, and 15 days until the 12th Pass.
Where North Bowl, Igen Weyr

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North Bowl
In the quieter spaces of the Northern Bowl, there is less activity; all is kept serene for young, forming draconic bonds. Beneath the sweep of skies' ever-changing colors, this round little panorama hosts the short distances between the Hatching Cavern and the weyrlings' ultimate destination: the barracks and training grounds. More packed dirt and tiny little hillocks than clean white sand, the floor is an uneven thing, a startling trap for the unwary and the clumsy. Further onward, the Ground Weyrs beckon, a haven for those who may seek medical attention.


Sienna is FREE. The Weyrlingmaster is still recovering from her birth, but she's bouncing back and looking healthy, if exhausted. The twins aren't in attendance either. Standing on a small platform near the barracks entrance, Sienna watches folks assemble, directing the Weyrlings to line up as they did for their last graduation, while well dressed drudges usher the audience to their standing places by the stage. No chairs here. Hopefully it's a short ceremony? "Why don't we do this in the hatching caverns?" Sienna murmurs to K'ane beside her. "We'd have seats then. Or the Caverns?"

K'ane is in his standard mahogany dress leathers, picking his teeth from apparently having stolen one of the slow-roasting ribs that one can just scent on the air breezing in from the lakeshore, when the wind hits just right. He glances over at Sienna, his expression wry. "Tradition?" is his vaguely directed question. "So th' dragons can be here?" is his more FUNCTIONAL response.

Hustling her way into the area, Mayte is wrapped up in slightly warmer version of her black jacket, a tasteful woolen scarf around her neck. Stupid weather. Wait, no seats? Huh. Anyways, she manages to slowly make her way along the side of the crowd until she can see the events up close, just one or two heads back from the stage. Something might wink slightly as Mayte removes her hand from her pocket, but that could just be a little bracelet around her wrist…

Ohhh, anticipation. It has Kyara moving at a slightly quicker pace than normal as she assumes her spot at the front of the weyrling ranks, though she's checking over her shoulder, trying to spot her friends in the midst of the assembly. She's quiet, but smiling, her face glowing a bit as she stands at rest, waiting.

Naturally the Weyr's goldriders are supposed to be present for this kind of shindig, so here Tuli is: standing off to the side, wearing a dress — albeit a rather understated, utilitarian one, with a faintly masculine cut. She's looking distracted, eyes half-glazed; some kind of exchange with that lifemate of hers, no doubt.

Dhioth is positioned behind the stage, a bit, looking grandiose and freshly-buffed: his unselfconscious stance only seems to bring into view every bit of his gleaming hide, light-and-darkness commingled over one of the largest bronzes Pern has to offer. His head is up, and he's watching — with eyes that swirl faintly green-blue with perhaps a touch of pride in the cant of that head. Justice, it would seem, is about to be served.

We'bey is among those first assembled; his weyrling uniform has been updated, of course, even if for only one event. Jet-black pants with yellow belt, yellow shirt with black laces and some sort of light stone sewn in swirling patterns that catch the light to SPARKLE. It's called pizzazz, and We'bey, he has it; graceful strides easing him forward as if all the world were at his feet, which technically it is. Saytomarth waits a few steps behind her rider, it is hard to out shine the male, and she wants to make her own entrance, head thrown proud and high as she parades in front of the crowd. A wiggle of fingers to Kyara should she catch them, and a salute to those necessary before the pair pulls to a stop in their position.

In a rather public display of support, Sadaiya arrives with Journeyman Sara on her arm. Her outfit is mostly utilitarian, but still sharp, though lost in the glory that is Tuli's much more impressive physique. Riders and crafters alike earn their own benevolent smiles (oh thaaaank you, your graciousness), and a few compliments are doled out as well as she drags her Harpering pal around with efficient, quick little steps. "Congratulations! Congratulations! Oh, Tuli, your dress is outstanding. Bronzerider. Congratulations."

Vazirynath would certainly be displeased if she were not able to be present; this is more about her, in her eyes, than it is about I'yn — who doesn't seem to be too fussed about the proceedings. Sure, he's dressed his nicest, and she's dolled up as well — and look at how much nicer she looks, in general? Maturity has done a lot for this green — but he's calm and quiet, standing beside his very proud-looking dragon without a word to say. Fairly normal for him, really. His exceedingly dapper duds are maybe less so — but one might be able to figure others had a hand in how he looks.

Vashae is close behind Kyara, it only being natural of course that she follow her Wingleader. For the few moments longer that Kyara is indeed her Wingleader. She is dressed her best, and murmurs something to the greenrider, even as she too glances about for their friends. If it has registered that this day has FINALLY come, it's not showing on her face. But then again, the other weyrlings would probably expect that of her after all this time, that she seems unfazed by this. Jovianth lingers nearby, his chest perhaps puffed out a bit as he is PROUD that this day is upon them! Finally.

You overhear Vashae mutter, "… … believe, … it? We've all … … …" to Kyara.

Eollyn too graces the crowd with her presence today, but of course why shouldn't she? She is, after all, a Vintner, and celebrations mean DRINKING. Ahem. Usually. Eollyn is dressed prettily in a dress, which…in itself is perhaps a bit frightening. Spotting her apprentice, she grins evilly and sneaks RIGHT UP behind Mayte. "Apprentice." Her eyes flick back to everyone else, eying each person individually even as relaxed as she look. Perhaps she's assessing them for their drinkability.

Corelle entered sometime before the assembling started, her dress the colors of her weyr softened by a thin layer of lace on top the dress itself, escorted by W'rin, her arm wrapped easily around his. A soft conversation happens between the two that ends with a giggle and a release of her Weyrleader prisoner to go assume his duties with his wing. Their dragons are absent, left to wallow on the sands with the eggs that will hatch the dragons that will soon enough be in this same position. The weyr lives on. The formally dressed (as always) bronzerider finds his stance in front of Whirlwind, settling with his legs shoulder width apart and his hands clasped rigidly in front. It has been too long since there has been a weyrling graduation at Igen. A slight and proud smile might even be playing beneath his facial hair.

Tuli has a faint, slightly belated smile for Sadaiya, nodding slightly at the other woman. "Hello, Sadaiya. Journeyman. You both look well." Standard Conversation, served right up. The tall woman shoots the incoming Corelle a second's glance, before shooting Sadaiya an apologetic look and…slipping away. With another glance at Corelle. It's not towards Corelle that she sidles, ever so subtle, but slightly away. Someone prefers to avoid her boss, evidently.

Sienna returns the salutes and steps forward, waiting a moment until everyone is assembled. "Thank you, everyone, for joining us. These weyrlings, these young men and women," and women, Corelle, suck it, "have risen above and beyond all expectations. And it has been my honor to serve as their Weyrlingmaster. I must also thank K'ane for his unwavering support in this rather difficult weyrlinghood. Sir, if you would join me?" she asks formally, nodding to the Weyrleader by his wing.

K'ane inclines his chin at Sienna at her thanks, his eyes smiling at her at this close range though his lips stay a perfectly respectable stoic line. He takes his leave, nodding once at the weyrlings-at-large before stepping off the platform to join…oh hey, Tuli. The bronzerider bumps the goldrider with his shoulder, Knowing Eyes following the trajectory she traced, before his attention turns back to his own boss. (His own sane, sweet boss. Neener, neener.)

Mayte turns around and blinks, espying the sudden incoming crowd. Where did everyone come from? A little wave to Sara, Sadaiya and the ever-elegant Tuli…and oh yeah, Corelle too, of course. Hi. There's so much going on, of course, what's one more apprentice in the crowd? Sienna's tones turn Mayte's head to the stage, and her eyes and grin light up, stopping to touch on each weyrling's head for a moment.

Liareth looks exceedingly pleased with herself - though this is mostly something Kyara would notice, subtle as it is in her lifemate’s outward appearance. Otherwise, she also looks extremely proud of her clutchsiblings, nudging Jovianth happily as she passes by and crooning up at Dhioth. Kyara, dressed in her formal leathers (for now) because they're warm and they look pretty nice, winks back at We'b and then grins over at her Wingsecond - for another few moments, anyway! - nodding slowly. She's about to say something but then Sienna is speaking! And it's time to be quiet.

Dhioth is the fortress and the rock, more pride than prejudice in the moment therein. His jewel-dappled waters on the distant shore seem to glow, causing silver'n blades to snicker-snack with especial brightness. « Congratulations, » his voice rumbles, particularly for this charge of his, « Liareth. » Beneath it all lies the bedrock: the solid vibration that justice's light has not been vanquished by the darkness of night.

Tuli has for K'ane a very ladylike elbow-jab, aimed towards the GUT. One that turns faintly considering, on account of how even she, absurdly tall for a woman, must aim UP to achieve such a maneuver. Another glance towards her boss. And then, with all the elegant skittering grace of her lifemate, she's sidling into position — on the opposite side of K'ane from Sienna, where she's hopefully shielded from Corelle's line of sight by his bulk. To the bronzerider she mutters: "Rat me out and I murder you in your sleep." And then, all understated elegance and a faint smile, she turns her attention towards the weyrlings.

Corelle? She earns a salute from Sadaiya — a crisp little thing, heedless of the company she's keeping on her free arm. W'rin as well. "Weyrwoman. Weyrleader," she murmurs, pitching her voice low enough to not carry over Sienna's announcement, quieting to listen to announcements. The Tuli/K'ane kerfuffle carries, though, and Sadaiya has to muffle a laughsnort with a feigned cough.

Corelle is of course completely too busy to pay much attention to her disgruntled junior, or at least to acknowledge the disinterest in speaking to her, a wave is given to both. And as she finishes her rounds with the holders and such who have come to attend she'll find her way to Sadie's side. Lucky girl. "Oh, hello, Sadaiya. Aren't they lovely?" Her eyes cast toward the newest fighting dragons of the weyr. "Oh I am so frightened for them though. Thread. Oh." She'll reach to grip at an arm as her concerned face is turned to the goldrider at her side. "I do hope they'll be okay. I know the dragon's forget which are theirs, but…I think I'll worry about them forever."

W'rin is summoned, the Weyrleader's heavy bulk making it's way toward the small stage in front, a short few heavy stomped hops and he's reached the center, standing next to Sienna as he awaits the newest class of graduates. How proud he is that after all this time his weyr has finally produced another group of fighting dragons. Heels snap together as he salutes first their weyrlingmaster, and then the graduating riders themselves.

Sara is carried into the group by her friend, a small smile growing on her face as she goes. Tuli gets a respectful nod. Then Sara turns quiet attention to the goings on.

You overhear K'ane mutter, "… can … … … my … but … … damned … … … … … my bed … … Call it a… … …" to Tuli.

Anything more Vashae might have said, any more glancing about she might have done, is pulled to a halt when Sienna begins speaking. But not, of course, before a hasty little finger-wiggling at We'bey and I'yn, whom she happens to spot. She'll do her part as a good QUIET Weyrling - for all that she is for only the next few minutes. When W'rin salutes them, she snaps off a respectful salute of her own. If she happens to catch K'ane's eyes, she'll flash a quick, very short little grin at him; and then quash it. Wouldn't do if anyone thought she was being disrespectful!

Sienna smiles, returning W'rin's salute sharply before she turns to address the Weyrlings. "Senior Weyrlings of Igen. You've done yourselves and this weyr proud. The first class to graduate in turns, and you are a phenomenal one. I know you will continue to train hard with the same effort and dedication for your new wings that you've shown for this one. Sir," she says, turning to W'rin, "May I present to you Igen's newest wingriders." She has actual presents, too - wicked boot daggers for each of them. Go forth armed, muahaha.

You overhear Tuli mutter, "There are … … … I might be near … … … Shortsheeting … … it … …" to K'ane.

K'ane mutters something to Tuli. Gets a return. And looks INJURED, his lower lip curving in a pout - an honest-to-Faranth pout - as he bumps her casually and leans back. Almost takes a full step back. What was that? Something about line of sight? For the sake of everyone around him, he gives her an exaggerated 'SHHHHH' as he turns to focus on Sienna's words, his lips crooking at the sight of those daggers. Maybe he ruins it by muttering something out the side of his face to the goldrider (uh, that is to say, if she doesn't KILL him before that moment in time).

You overhear K'ane mutter, "… … … set … … on … … … … … … Y'a big … Er. … … … … … … hair… … hair'd do … … … …" to Tuli.

Despite her usual mean attention to detail (other than grapes) and decorum, Mayte is watching very carefully each snapped salute, studying length, angle of hand, and all that. The wording is carefully noted and Sienna's presentation brings a big smile to the Vintner's face. Strangely, it's K'ane's attempt to quiet Tuli that gets Mayte's attention and she eyes them. Suddenly, all Mayte can see is black as some large beefy twerp moves in front of her, and she tries to move around him. Down in front, jerk.

D'reize is a silent shadow amid the crowd, his posture one of rigid attention as he faces the small stage. The noise and excitement surrounding him is shut out, his focus split between a nervous inner dialogue and the VIPs up front. So his life will soon begin, trained to face the threat of Thread. Responsibility and worry are his now; so, too, is the green whose shoulder he reaches out to touch.

I'yn attempts to keep his formality straight; he salutes Sienna, and W'rin, and K'ane for that matter, with a respectful head-bow as well. Vazirynath is making noise, which is unlike her; she bugles softly, under her breath, combining it with the mental touches of bells and echoes of other dragons as she reaches out to touch minds with her clutchmates, with Dhioth, with Kehemath. Unfortunately it's only the dragon whose head remains fully in the game — I'yn is watching K'ane and Tuli, now.

W'rin nods sharply to the greenrider, "Igen's thanks for your work with their weyrlings." And then with an about-face to find K'ane in the crowd. "And K'ane's as well." And then he's back to the weyrlings. "Please come forward as called. Haydin. D'reize. I'yn." As Haydin approaches, W'rin pulls out a Sandblast patch. "Rider. You will serve Igen weyr as a fighting dragon on Sandblast. May you serve us well." And then he waits for the next.

Tuli doesn't, sadly, provide a show via MURDER. But she does shoot a DEATH GLARE, remaining stoically in place even as her hiding spot is no longer a hiding spot, eyes resettling firmly on the newest Igen riders. She claps, smiling, at Sienna's proclamation, looking perfectly pleased as punch. Well done, well done! And then, oh so subtly, an elbow flies…backwards. She hopes it hits something nasty.

Trapped! Sadaiya gives W'rin's back a longing glance. Not in the 'nice butt' sort of way. She's not Jesha. More of a 'don't leave me alooooone!' "Ah, yes, Weyrwoman. I have faith in the leaders to teach them what they need to know, but it is… unpleasant to consider how quickly they'll grow up." Her murmur is louder than strictly necessary, and the glare from a few 'shushing' faces — not to Corelle, of course, she's IMPORTANTER — brings her jaw to snap shut, her face turning to stare straight forward and watch with far more intensity than she's likely actually feeling.

It's not actually quiet N'thu, who has worked his way into the crowd of rankers with well-trained silent footfalls, whom Tuli elbows — but he probably noticed it, or what else was the chortle for? He's mostly there to applaud, to be proud of the clutch that made it through despite his failings (though at least he fixed it, to some extent) and to keep an eye out for Itzquintlith's offspring and for Parhelion's future members. (When he overhears Corelle speak, he actually casts a look at Sadaiya that might just be a little bit of an eyeroll.)

The company Sara is currently keeping has a faint smile of utter bemusement playing across the Harper's face. One moment in the brig, the next mashed in the middle of former Weyrleaders and goldriders. For herself, she has little to add to the conversation and thus does the most prudent thing and stays silent and solidarity-ish next to her friend's side.

K'ane jabs at Tuli but keeps stoically silent. He has a glance towards Dhioth but. Shutting up and paying attention.

Oh no. Glaring at Sadaiya will not do, not while she's comforting the weyrwoman, who moves not but lifts an eyebrow at the angered faces. "Oh I know." Corelle breathes out softly, "Of course they will. Do you ever feel like they are all our children?" She pauses as she considers the woman whom she has trapped, with a sad smile, "No, of course not, I'm just being silly aren't I? You really shouldn’t let me make a fool of myself." But this last bit is a well-mannered tease accompanied by a squeeze of the arm pushing up against the other goldrider.

Kyara watches eagerly as W'rin calls the first three of her of their number forward, smiling as Haydin gets assigned to Sandblast. D'reize and I'yn she surveys intently, crossing her fingers for where she hopes they'll go…and trying to get an encouraging look up to D'reize; the poor guy, normally so calm, actually is projecting his nerves a little. Or so she perceives. For I'yn, she has a nod, her small smile going slightly crooked.

Escaping Vazirynath's hovering presence, I'yn rubs her muzzle just the once before slipping up to the platform, walking at a clip behind D'reize. As Haydin is tapped he claps softly, standing up as straight as possible to do so. A lot of the girls in this clutch are taller than he is, so it takes a bit. Sienna gets a soft smile, and a mouthed 'thank you, ma'am' that she may or may not actually notice.

Quickly, before Corelle can see, Sadaiya turns her face towards N'thu and mouths 'whaaaat!' at Corelle's conversation with accompanying expression, then turns back, all appropriately sad smiles. "Children have to grow and all that. It's the nature of things." It's a small comfort to hear that, likely, and for a bit of support she pulls Sara a bit closer to her, clinging to the harper's arm like a lifeline. With a slight frown, Sadaiya tips her heads to look between some of the assembled crowd. The curse of the short.

Vashae flashes a grin at I'yn as he passes by, and might give a subtle thumbs up if no one's watching. Kyara's intense surveying of D'reize gets a bit of a raised eyebrow from the girl, and although the urge to ask Kyara something is strong, she suppresses it. Others can talk if they want to, but until she's tapped she's Samyeli's Wingsecond, and had best set a good example until then. So she'll be quiet. For NOW. Because the grins and thumbs-upping are at the very least silent!

Mayte's eyes slowly wander over the cast and crew on the stage, a little grin at Tuli and the guy she's joshing around with, then Sienna and W'rin, and finally Sadaiya and Corelle, before she's turning to look again at the real stars of this show, the Weyrl… wingriders. And there's a new face wandering the crowd; Mayte observes the nearly-silent N'thu, while pulling a very well-battered flask from her pocket, for a sip. All Mayte has to do is not misbehave. Eeeeeasy.

Is We'bey at a solemn event? It is hard to tell - not that he doesn't look formal, his hands clasped behind his back as he stares forward, releasing them only to clap. It is only that he has such a hard time looking NOT relaxed. Even if a wistful look is carried in his eyes. The first is gone from Samyeli.

For some reason, something K'ane has said to her (you have to squint, but yeah — they're still whispering, someone should kick them to the bad kids' seats) has Tuli's expression looking, for a space of a moment, black as thunder. Eyes still fixedly on the ceremony, clapping encouragingly at I'yn, she leans back enough to whisper something in response.

D'reize makes his way up to the platform as calmly as he can — IT IS HAPPENING — after a subtle little nudge from his dragon. Oh dear, his hands are trembling! And yet he's managing a proper salute for the leadership, and managing not to squeak and hide behind some convenient little post somewhere else.

"D'reize. I'yn." There is no room for warmth in what W'rin has to say. His jaw is set tightly as he studies the boys, and he pulls out two patches, offering them upward in his hands. "Mirage. May you serve your wing and weyr well. And never forget you are the last thing between the people who count on us for their lives, and the thread which would end them. May you fly strong and true." He would salute, but his hands are full. And when they are taken he will call the next batch. "We'bey, Vashae and Kyara." It is We'bey who approaches first; the giant who stands before him can barely suppress his grimace as he hands him a Parhelion patch. Perhaps he would be better suited for Mirage. Still the boy takes it with a salute and promenades off stage and back to his dragon.

While it may not be an entire surprise, since everyone and their uncle knew he was destined for dragonhealing, I'yn's eyes still widen — with pride and maybe a little bit with tears — as W'rin hands him a Mirage patch. It's a serious message delivered, and one that gives him — not pause, but a moment of emotion. The moment that makes him blink to actually block those tears welling up in his eyes. "Thank you, sir," he says, and delivers his proudest-of-yet salute to the Weyrleader as he accepts his patch and gets out of the way for the next wingriders-to-be. Mirage. Mirage means he can do that healing training; it's probably why they put him there, and the thought that others thought of it is making him smile. From Vazirynath? Nothing, really, except a quietly pleased hum as he returns to her side.

Kyara does glance over at Vashae just enough to note the raised eyebrow and mirrors one right back at her still-Wingsecond, the barest hint of a smirk at the corner of her mouth. Yeeess? They'll talk later. But then D'reize and I'yn are both tapped into Mirage - brilliant! - and she, Vash, and We'b are in the next group called forth. So up they march, and We'bey is tapped into…Parhelion. Iiinteresting. But she claps enthusiastically for him, and then stands up there in silence with Vashae, waiting for the fates of her and her friend to be revealed.

Oh crap, it's their turn. Perhaps only Kyara will see the brief glimpse of nervousness that flashes across Vashae's face, but it's gone just as quickly as it ever existed. Emotions under control? Check. She advances forward to take her place in front of W'rin, if only a hair slower than Kyara, lightly bumping her fellow's elbow with her own lightly. Perhaps it's a good thing that she does, it gives her a chance to flash a quick little smile, and a quiet thank you to her Weyrlingmasters. After all, who knows how long this graduation would have taken without Sienna and K'ane being in charge instead of the others!

Corelle still CLINGS, because look at them they are so young, "Yes. Grow up…" The woman's voice is far away, as she stares at one who can't be more than 13, "14…" She whispers, “14 when he fights Thread.” Sadaiya might be trying to save herself, but the weyrwoman is holding on to her life raft.

The patch is taken with quiet pride, the message received with all due seriousness. While D'reize is not tapped into a wing that will rise to meet Thread with the same intensity as the fighting wings, he will be there to deal with the aftermath — and he knows there will be grief in it. Quietly, he returns to his dragon, whose gleaming gaze is all calm, dispassionate observance and pride: they will serve their Weyr with pride.

If Sara could save her friend from the clutches of the Weyrwoman, she would. But really, what can one do, other then murmur quiet condolences?

Torn between Weyrwoman and friend, Sadaiya isn't moving any time soon, and is thus prey to the most depressing conversation EVER. "Well, from what I understand, young men AND women are both easier to teach the younger they are. Their minds are still forming, or something." The slight emphasis is super subtle, but her expression unreadable as she stares straight forward. "Huh. We'bey in Parhelion? Interesting choice."

Oh, this little container of sanity, of which Mayte takes a sip… Phew. Apparently now it's the dividing to the wings part of the show, and Mayte is caught between watching the drama of wingriders getting patched, and trying to overhear Sadaiya reassuring the…less-contained Corelle. Too polite to offer any noise on the conversation, Mayte takes another little swig and trains her eyes front and centre, young missy; some friends are up next!

"Vashae." W'rin pulls out a knot as he watches the blueriding female make her way toward him. "Vashae," A patch to go with her new knot, "Parhelion has a long and proud history, and while some of its traditions have recently changed it should be no less proud of its standing among Igen's wings. Fearless and confident are its riders, and you have proven to be both. May you serve there well. Fly with courage and determination and serve your wing and weyr well." It is Kyara who is next - the last of the many graduates to be called. "Kyara, you have proven both your skill in flight and in formations." The patch is set between them with a pulled grin. "Whirlwind is not an easy wing to fly for." A statement of truth, which W'rin gives to all his new recruits. "But it is the best wing." Forgive him for being a little biased. "It will work you till you feel like you can't go any further. It will test your limits and your resolve. But it will show you that you are better than you ever thought you could be." He sees the potential she does not always seem to. "And on it you will serve your wing and your weyr; on it you will help us protect Pern."

Sienna claps for everyone, beaming wide and proud as it seems as though most of her and K'ane's wing suggestions have been respected and their riders are going where they wanted them to go.

That's two for Parhelion, so far — a surprising and perhaps unexpected two, but N'thu looks out for his own — and being a bazaar brat, that does make We'bey one of his own. As for Vashae? Well, let's just say that he's been warming up to women in the wing. That, and non-tradition. And Jovianth is Itzquintlith's own, of course. He stands taller — unfortunately for anyone trying to see around his lofty pointy head — and claps his hands bruised for those now in his wing. (Itzquintlith, for once, keeps his trap shut.) "Good," he says to no one in particular or perhaps to everyone near him, almost as if he thought his suggestions of who to tap in his own wing wouldn't be taken, "good."

(That LOUD whistle in the back for Kyara's being tapped to Whirlwind? That's Shea. The 'shh!' from immediately behind her? That was I'tani.)

Finally Sadaiya is released, so that Corelle can clap happily for the weyrl- the new riders. "Oh! Good job." She either missed the gender comment or is simply ignoring because of the time and place. "Seems every wing got someone, doesn't it?" And suddenly she starts, "Oh, I should go check on the party!" And with that she twirls 'round and heads off to the shore to check on the arrangements. No one wants a party foul with holders around.

Tuli is still here, and still clapping with every new wing designation. Catching a tiny bit of a distant conversation, she takes a moment from her scheduled performance of 'ranker performing standard ranker smile-and-clap functions' to shoot Sadaiya a really POINTED eye roll, the moment she sees the welcome sight of Corelle's back. SORRY NOT SORRY for leaving you to that, bro.

Kyara grins earnestly over at Vashae when the Parhelion patch is handed over. She thinks it will be a good fit! But then it's her turn…and W'rin is holding out her patch. Whirlwind. Whirlwind. Please don't mind the pretty green giving a couple of piercing bugles in the background; that's bound to leave a few ears ringing. With a nearly diffident grin of her own back at the Weyrleader - it's just clicked that this is the first time she's heard him use her name, too - she nods and snaps off the most crisp salute she can. "Yes, sir. Thank you." As she passes by Sienna and K'ane on her way off the platform, she is grinning broadly at them…with perhaps a hint of I'm going to die thrown in. And when they are off the platform, nearly back to their dragons, she squeezes Vashae's shoulder, whispering "Congratulations!" before resuming her place.

Sadaiya pulls an exaggerated D: sort of face at Tuli, stretching out her now freed arm and shaking it a bit. Corelle disappears far too quickly to get a parting word from the short woman, but perhaps that's for the best, since, if Sadaiya's eyes were any indication, she was quickly running out of them. "Well, that happened," she murmurs, turning her head towards Sara and letting out a pained, quiet little chuckle.

"The weyrwoman is…interesting." Sara says this quietly to Sadaiya as she grins up at her. "I do not at all envy you the pleasure of her company. She…is intense, and seems to like to stand much too close."

Well, SURPRISE! If there was one wing she wasn't expecting, it was Parhelion - not that Vashae's about to complain, mind you. She salutes W'rin, and nods seriously, squashing the grin that's trying to cross her face. "Yessir. Thank you sir." Jovianth is just as excited as Liareth about this, but for different reasons clearly! She salutes and makes her way back to her original position, before allowing herself to grin. "Congrats." She whispers back at Kyara, returning the gesture with Vashae's own brand of enthusiasm. "Can't believe this, can you?"

His job complete, W'rin salutes again to the weyrlingmaster and then marches off the stage back to his wing.

Sienna steps forward once more when W'rin steps aside. Standing there looking at her former Weyrlings, Sienna seems to be at a loss for words. She starts to say something and then stops, giving them a little shrug and a smile that's proud and also almost sheepish. "Well done," is all she can manage before she's waving at them. A shooing motion. PARTY TIME!

Does party time ever come soon enough after a Ceremony? Mayte eyes Corelle's departure with curiosity, turning back to quickly applaud the last of the wey…ingriders being moved, and then lets herself sort of…fold in for a moment. Phew! Time to chill out a little, so Mayte makes her way to the edge of the crowd, just…taking her time to move anywhere too quickly.

An emotional weyrlingmaster? This time W'rin's face does turn up in a grimace, which he tries to hide behind a hand and a cough. Probably a good time to make his exit, and the man stomps off out of the Northern Bowl toward the lake shore.

Tuli is not, it seems, sticking around for the afterparty. Her clapping dutifully done, the tall goldrider takes off, stalking purposefully back towards her weyr. Somewhere along the route she'll shuck off those elegant heels, padding through the dirt and dust in her bare feet. So much for elegance!

Applause! And an 'awww' from several voices in the crowd, including Sadaiya, who cups a hand over her mouth to amplify the sound. "So, Sara, shall we go and get our tasty cakes on?" she asks, her smiles easy now that she's less pressed by her superiors.

Released! Just like that, they're released. Wing-tapped riders, no longer under the limitations of weyrlinghood. Sienna's even shooing them toward it. Faranth. Kyara, no longer standing at attention or rest or anything else, receives a buffet from Liareth that makes her stumble, and she grins over at Vash, hugging her lifemate’s head before walking toward her friend a few steps. "Barely," is her chuckled response, her eyes growing a shiny as she rubs at her nose a little with the back of a gloved hand. "We're…done. We're done. And just starting." She blinks at her friend for a moment, smirking, then glances in the direction of the lake. "Well…shall we head that way?" Then, she pauses, an idea from earlier renewing in her mind. "Actually, I'll meet you over there, alright?" She brushes her hands against her jacket, then smiles…a little mischievously. "I'm going to go change."

Sienna is hastening off as well, back to the Weyrleader's weyr. But then she'll go to the lake to make her own appearance. In about 10 minutes. Zoom!

"We SHALL." Sara makes up her mind in an instant that yes, it is time for joviality now that the oppressively cute weyrwoman has disappeared from the equation. "How long has it been since we last had a drink together? Over four hundred turns, right? Much too long." If Sadie goes for it, Sara will turn their feet to the lake.

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