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Date Posted: 23:48:24 09/30/05 Fri
Author: Wessae, A'rak, A'lan (Hroth), Emma, H'rrison
Subject: Whoahmg

((Due to the crappiness of El's Voy, we're gonna pretend that Wessae made this speech after T'bel's and before everyone started eating. Pretending is fun. And yeah, one long big post for me since Voy died a gruesome death. Like anyone missed me. XD))

Clapping for the new Wingleaders, Wessae nods politely when T'bel indicates she should speak. "I don't have a terrible lot to say, other than that it was a fantastic clutch, we have tremendous new Wingleaders, and I think things are looking very, very up. So, my friends, eat! I don't believe anyone needs telling twice." She raises her glass with a smile and sits amid the flurry of talk and eating, tucking into her own food with gusto and nodding when T'bel excuses himself to speak to someone.

As soon as the Weyrwoman has finished talking, Emma's eyes slide back to where she had seen D'ctor standing. She catches a trail of black departing and rises immediately, stuffing fruit and bread rolls into the satchel she had taken with her. The three young brownriders she'd been chatting with eye her curiously, but don't say anything about it.Augusath! We're following him! She calls to her dragon as she prowls through the cavern in search of H'rrison.

The boy had been sitting near the main table, listening with hopeful ears for his name to be called as a Wingleader or Wingsecond. When it isn't, he sighs and turns back to his food. I'm young yet, he reasons to himself, Oooh, lookit those spice rolls! He's half pulled from his chair by the arm as Emma whispers fiercely in his ear, "Grab some food and c'mon! He's left." He barely has time to make sense of what she's saying before he's doing as he's told, dazedly pocketing food in his good coat as though he's dreaming. He knows Talla would kill him if she saw him getting crumbs on this coat, but now he's too curious to care. Running out of the caverns, he finds a rather disgruntled Fordth and an impatient Emma. Knowing better than to argue, he scrambles aboard his dragon, who launches after Augusath into the darkening sky.


"Okay," A'lan says eagerly, "she's done talking." And for the next few minutes he's pretty much dead to the world as he transfers food from his plate to his mouth with blinding speed. When he's done, he looks up at A'dian with a guilty smile. "I guess I was hungry." One last bite of meatroll goes into his mouth before he just sits and looks at his weyrmate, a fond smile on his face. The smile turns rather knowing and he winks as he reachers across the table for A'dian's hand, "You probably are too, my love, after this afternoon."

Up on the heights, Hroth croons deeply at Vitaliath and attempts to get closer, stretching a wing across to her.

A'rak rises as his name is called, some unconscious awareness of his own prowess making him grin proudly. He gives a small bow and winks at his sister and smiles gratefully at T'bel, saying "Thank you, thank you, it is quite an honor..." When the focus turns to other things, he sits down and faces Akema, the smile still unmoved on his face. "Wingleader! I better think about picking a second, I suppose." In a flash, he remembers the problem at hand, but of course his confidence does not allow it to be considered a problem.

"Well, now that I'm Wingleader, you know, if you thought it was me and you wanted help to raise...I mean, as long as I get to name it if it's a boy. Gosh, Wingleader and this, all in one day!" He doesn't seem to be reading Akema's signals very well, because the grin on his face is quite pleased.

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