A Sober Night In ((OPEN))

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D'lon sat next to the hearth sketching an idea for a decorative tunic. Ideally he would have access to all colors and metals. He drew and ornate silver belt, and noted on the skecth that the tunic itself was a fine fabric of navy blue with an undershirt of pale blue silk-like material. He grinned at his work. Perhaps he should have been a weaver, but he never would trade in his green dragon for a needle and thread. He was more of a designer anyways. He set his sketching things down and laid back in his chair with a sigh, wondering if he would ever find a girl that would stay with him after finding he was a greenrider. Some girls could be so concieted and arrogant. Sitting up, well he didn't need them anyways. Tamurath could eat them for all he cared.

"I would eat any one who defied you. Or made fun of your boyish good looks." Do I really have to say that? Yes, you do. It makes me feel better. D'lon closed his eyes and smiled lightly. You are so lucky I picked you, you funny little man.

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((Hey! I'm gonna throw in my Blue Weyrling...since they are both Weyrlings, they prolly know eachother, but maybe just by name.))

F'ley tucked his hands into his pockets as he walked down to the dining hall, scuffing his toes as he went. He was thirsty and he was looking for a nice cup of klah. The hearth was a good place to look. Kale flew around him and his larger blue was snuggled back in their room. He nodded to a somewhat familar boy as he entered the night hearth and proceeded to pour himself a cup of klah. He sat down gratefully in the larger comftorable seats. "Hi, I'm F'leyen." He smiled at the other boy and stuck out his hand. He took a sip it was good.

"You look familar, are you a Weyrling?" He asked after savoring the taste for a minute. He was never shy to meet new people.

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D'lon looked up. A much younger man had come up. The boy must be at least three or four turns his junior, must be the class below him. He would have remembered a F'leyen in Weyrling Class 1. He shook the boys hand heartily, "Greetings, I am D'lon, rider of Tamurath. Pleasure."

He listened to his next sentance and silently said, I hope not for much longer... out loud he said, "Yes, I am a Weyrling, from Class 1"