R'ley strides in not stopping till he's in the middle of the room and can look around pridefully at the young dragons and their riders. Spotting a boy from Igen whose father he knew while he lived there he heads over giving blue Nitsyth an affectionate scritch on the eyeridges while congradulating his rider. See'ing Tstar all tence and official like he can't resist trying to goose her as he heads back to her side. 

N'ano drags himself from his new office, having spent a good portion of the morning making it all spiffy. Looking up, he quirks a brow and a slight grin seeing the other riders entering "Hey guys!" he greets, accompanied by a salute before he flops onto one of the chairs, directing his attention towards the Weyrlings "Lifemates sleeping 'gain?"

Jozzie meanders into the barraks on N'ano's invitation. She firstly peeks from the doorway, making sure that it is alright to enter fully into the barraks. "Hullo?" she says as she peeps in. "Oh, golly. You should see Riyth, he's soo excited about all these weyrlings around."

Nverath stretches a wing so as to make a particularly bothersome spot on his hide available to D'baji, who, of course, reaches in, favouring to smear the oil on the recommended area with a bare hand than any provided tools. The dragon gives a low grumble in his throat, pleased-sounding, however. An eye whirls green is it follows Tynabith's rider, a trill going openly to him in greeting, which draws a grin from his rider. N'ano's salute is returned with an oily hand, and he shakes his head. "Nope. Itching, rather." Jozzie get's a wave. He's not quite used to the saluting yet, just out of practice.

B'ane remembers to salute the riders and snaps to attention like a good little soldi.. er, weyrling. "Good evenin' riders." A crisp salute is waved off as it approaches his forehead. Aboleoth offers a sober blink to the visitors before going back to sleep. All of the effort hatching still hasn't worn off yet.

R'ley chuckles at Jozzie, "I think I saw a couple tears fall when I told Tyna they couldn't come out and play with him yet." spotting the bronze rumbling his way he bows respectfully to the young dragon, "Very handsome bond you've got there..." he trails off trying to pull a name out of his mind for a moment before realizing he doesn't yet know Deba's hyphonated name, "What have you decided on for your name?" he asks after the pause. 

"Hope ya'll are sleepin' whever you get the chance... 'cause you're gonna find yourselves overly exhausted if ya don't... these guys will wear 'n tear ya'll to the point where you might even wanna cry!" N'ano states matter-of-factly before slouching a little further in the chair as he listens to R'ley's question towards the weyrlings, nodding with it in inquiry as well.

Tstar squirms away from R'ley and bites down the urge to smack him, clenched fists the only indication of her ire.  She nods and pulls herself to attention and salutes back, releasing hers so the Weyrling might release his own.  She arches an eyebrow at R'ley.  "And if they don't, the rest of the training will."

Jozzie listens for Deba's new name as well. It will take Jozzie a couple of days to adjust to everyone's new name. "I'm sure he's a little down since they can't come out. You know who curious he can be..." The bluerider slips into the room, "They sure can tire you out quickly. Hopefully all the pre-impression chores helped get you ready for all that is ahead." 

D'baji goes back to the duty of oiling, pausing only momentarily to divert some attention to R'ley's questions. "Thank you," is said for the compliment to his dragon, and he gives a bit of a slow grin. "D'baji. Nverath thought it would be best as D'baji." And the mentioned bronze tilts his head to R'ley for the bow, giving a bit of a sniff, thoughtful, if sniffs can be defined. "Sleep," is snorted to N'ano from the bipedal part of the pair. "You make it sound, sir, as if it comes naturaly." Attention is then turned to Jozzie, a shudder for the mention of those chores. "I've got your candidate knot, if you want it?"

J'den slowly slips down from his couch, careful not to disturb the sleeping Heliuth. Yeah, right. As if anything could wake that bronze when he's alseep... Jay is finding out rather quickly that when Heli's awake, he's /way/ up, and when he's sleep, he's /way/ down. He gazes lovingly at his dragon once before turning from the couch. At the sight of riders, he remembers a piece of the weyrling rules (he did manage to absorb /some/ of them) and salutes each of them in turn. "G'morning, riders." He's much too tired to address them each by name; after all, all but one or two candlemarks of the previous night was spent watching Heli. Not a bright move, but he's still slightly running on adrenaline and something else at this point. 

N'ano nods his head in agreeance "Aye... especially the firestone tossin'... you'll be doing a /lot/ more of that for the rest of your life!" Doom! "Well... it will come naturally," N'ano starts out in reply to D'baji, grinning "'cause you'll find yourself passin' out at every open moment. It'll calm down though within time... but by then, you'll find y'self sleepin' on the floor 'cause those lifemates of yours, /especially/ being bronze--well, they tend to take up a good hefty portion of your couches."

"D'baji aye?" R'ley repeats rolling the name off his toungue. "Sheesh N'ano, don't suger coat it or anything." he tosses sarcasticly at his occasional nemasis and fellow bronzer. Catching B'ane out of the corner of one emerald eye he turns to head the boys way, "I knew you'd impress bronze boy, anyone who can climb a cliff that well deserves a bronze." someone's feeling free with compliments today.

Jozzie smiles broadly to D'baji. A shake of her head bobs her curls which as begining to dip at her shoulders. "No, you can keep it." she tells him. "Perhaps some unfortunat candidate will need one in the future, aye?" Afterall, Jozzie does have a second...not as clean one tucked away somewhere in her weyr. Turning her attention to N'ano, she nods in agreement. "Young dragonets will tend to want to awaken whenever they feel hungry or whatever they need- just like human babies." The bluerider smiles, "Might even be close to sleeping in their forearms by the time they get that big. I am glad we got moved out to our weyrs as Riyth reached his maximum. I wouldn't be able to have him squish me..." Then she giggles softly. "I like that name, D'baji. Has a nice ring to it. Don't you think, R'ley?" 

D'baji raises bemused eyes to N'ano, and then shrugging. "Well, I'll trust you on that, I suppose. I've not got much choice otherwise, except to experience it, eh?" He coughs a laugh for the comment of dragon sizes. "He stretches out enough as is, can't wait to see when he's reached his full size." The oiling of that spot near the wing is finished, and he leans back with a raised eyebrow pointed at his lifemate, who wiggles his tail hopefully. "Liar," is muttered under his breath as he goes shifts to stand near the tail, managing to trap the somewhat twitching thing, and going about smoothing the dragon lube over it. "Well, if you're sure," he starts to Jozzie, and then nods. "Although I'd hate to steal your style in lending knots to candidates who've managed to turn theirs... not white." He beams for her praise of his name as well, hiding a bit of his smile behind a Nverath bottom.

B'ane props his back up against the nearest wall, its cool texture a welcomed feeling on his sun-scorched back. To R'ley's comment, "Thank ye, sir." A tinge of scarlet crosses his face. B'ane blushing? Well, it could be the way the light shines on his face. A debonair grin flashes across his face as the cliff-climbing escapade once again crosses his mind. 

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that Tynabith stops attempting a nap while his rider gets to see the weyrlings and turns his mind to trying to talk with them, <<Whose happy to be out of that stuffy shell?>> amusment tinges booming liquid metal mind voice.

Tstar snorts at R'ley.  "If you keep buttering them up they'll think they run the place rather than the other way around."  She shrugs.  "you've got alot to learn, but don't worry you have pleanty of time to learn it in.  You should have alot of people to help you as well."

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that he pauses in the midst of his oiling, thoughts foaming uncertainly for a moment over the question, a bit of a bemused tone colouring his final answer. <<The rubbings in the outer world, and the meat, are enjoyable.>>

<All> Nverath senses that Ftoranth thinks << wake me when it's time to play with the new hatchlings. >>

R'ley takes the role of bad cop for a moment bouncing off what Tstar just said to make a point of his own, "But you don't want to take to much time to learn everything, there's thread to be fought and we can always use more pairs to fight it." without noticing he does so R'ley absently rubs the long wide thread-scoring down his right forearm. Switching moods abruptly from responsible rider type to jovulant clutch sire rider type again R'ley grins at D'baji, "Great name, not as great as mine, but whose is?" cause ya know he rules and stuff.

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that Aboleoth remains in a sleeping posture, though the current conversation is hard to block out. <<The service is satisfactory.>> Remarks he, in an apathetic addendum.

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that Fiareth hums admist much sandstorms and golden pyramids. << Personally, I think this is all a wretched mess, >> she says, << having /new/ small ones when I'm still so.. small. And young. I need my space, you see. >> Pause. << Of course, they aren't that bad. They're always cute when they're first hatched... /then/ they grow ugly. I can name a few examples off the top of my head, if you'd like. Let's see... /Bydelth/, and.. well, I suppose I shouldn't say any names, should I? >>

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that Uillauth joins the conversation in lazy swirls of gold tipped scarlet.  << They just Hatched,  they arent deaf or anything >> Comes the slight grumble from the dozing dragon followed with  << Welome little ones >>  Scarlet and gold jump joyfully.

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that he thinks << layers his next response amidst hints of navy blue and grey, a bit of a musical quality added into the statement of <<I should say I hardly strive for cuteness.>> A huff of dark violet, and he adds <<It seems rather so... superficial.>> >>

D'baji blinks between Tstar and R'ley, giving a slow nod for the promise of Thread fighting. He's yet to form an opinion on that. He contents himself, (much to the pleasure of Nverath, who goes so far as to ruffle his wings in delight,) with rubbing at the wiry tail, and then merely offers a srhug for the comment of the name. "Well, Nverath likes it, so other opinions really don't matter, I suppose." Since the bronzen Companion had found him on the Sands, his sense of ego has been somewhat off-kilter.

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that Aboleoth thinks << shall elect to refrain from conversing, for he truly has nothing to say worth commenting upon. >>

Tstar yawns and shrugs at R'ley.  "His ego's acting up again."  She sighs and informs D'baji.  "I've been trying to break him of the habit but he resists training."

Jozzie just smiles as she finds a spot to rest her back against, whether standing or sitting it doen't matter. "It was an intresting hatching to watch," Jozzie says in general, "Different not actually being on the sands." The bluerider smiles as she slides her hand through her hair. 

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that Tynabith gives a big disapointed sigh Nverath's way, <<And your /my/ offspring? Looks are important, why do you think I've got greens chasing /me/ around hrm? I'm nice looking thats why.>> modesty and Tynabith's name will never be spoken in the same sentance, well other then this sentance.

Nverath thinks to you, << I bespoke Elbareth with: Nverath gives a mental snort for Tstar's comment. <<As even the best canines will.>> >>

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that Fiareth considers this, and then, << Ah yes, >> she purrs, << looks are /ever/ important, you should know. >> A turquoise stream amongst the gold trinkles in her mind voice.

R'ley see's Jozzie run a hand threw her hair and reflexivly goes to do the same, months later and he still hasn't gotten used to his shiny bald head. "Perhaps if you swat my butt and tell me I'm bad?" his lilting accent does a great job making that sound just as bad as he ment it to.

D'baji bites his lip against a comment over Tstar's, shooting his dragon a bit of a look as he finishes the tail with a pat, making a note to brush his chest against the beast, in what would seem some sort of tradition already established between them, as he moves to put the oiling supplies away. "What made it interesting?" D'baji asks, his attention turned back to Jozzie. "I mean, was there anythin aside from the difference in not Standing?" Curiousity, however, has not been squelched by the coming of Nverath. R'ley just gets a shudder, and the Weyrling is quick to scamper back to his dragon's side. Because Ver will protect him from all those scary bronzers and their over-puffed egos, surely.

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that Riyth gives a slight snort.  << Of course they are! >> his voice rich and deep, though a bit indignant << Though /I/ am the hot one, the poor greens simply settle for Tynabith when I tell the ladies I haven't the time for them... >>

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that Uillauth tinges his tenor tones with amusement << Hold your head up high little one, pride in appearance is not superficial. One must project a certain /confidence/ that comes with good appearances. Like your Sire for one >> Scarlet and gold good luck colours swirl with quiet wisdom.

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that Elbareth prrrs softly at Riyth.  >>You couldn't catch me if you tried.<<  Then to Tynabith.  >>And don't you be too sure of your chances, either.<<

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that he gives a discontented swirl of forest green amidst the layers of blue, confusion settling in speckles of poppy-red throughout. <<Just because I do not value the appearance as you seem to, does not mine I've no pride. There's too much else that's new that I should worry about things like this. Tynabith and Riyth, primarily of the older dragons, are given snorts. <<Why would I want to be pursued by greens?>>

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that Tynabith snickers with his mind voice sounding a whole lot like his rider, <<Because they have keen minds and listen when you talk.>> as can only be done when talking telepathicaly his comment is obviously intended pointedly for Elbareth as well as everyone else. Suck up, yup!

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that he rumbles in displeasure, more 'expressive' colours receding to a smoother blueish-grey altogether. <<But they can here me whether they are pursuing me or not, can't they?>> is asked with the perfect glowing of innocence beneath the haze of that overpowering grey. <<And I do not like to be too cramped in my space either.>>

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that Uillauth imbues his tone with a serene chuckle << Ahhh little one that is a question to be answered later, when you are more experianced perhaps >> Smoky incense thoughts colour lazily.  << Your sire was perhaps wording it in a way that you would understand. As you said you have barely broke shell and there is much to learn before you learn about greens. >>

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that he offers an impatient swirl of amber towards Uillauth, pattern of colours vibrating with a bit of excitement. <<Later is too long a wait,>> is declared moodily, layers of colours lightening somewhat for the next comment of <<And blues and golds and browns and other bronzes as well, I would guess.>>

<Ista Weyr> Nverath senses that Uillauth offers a bright jumble of scarlet and gold.  << Yes little one, Later is a long time but paitence is a virtue like appearance and must be cultivated >>  The older dragon intones smokily.  << Yes you will learn the other colours as well, but green is particularly enigmatic >>

Nverath yawns in response to his rider coming to hide behind him, frothy hide gleaming from the oil, and belly still a bit round from an earlier feeding. D'baji's face goes smooth a moment as the bronze, eyes whirling towards his rider, gives another yawn, and turns, waddling awkwardly towards his couch. "I'd best join him. Like N'ano said about sleep coming naturally," the 'boy' offers to the other riders, giving a quick salute an then going to help settle his dragon.