Kysha salutes Karise promptly.

Karise smiles, looking about, as Cresnath wanders over to a large rock, blackened by some means or another. "Saluting? Aye... we'll have to fix that... hand me you knots, please?" She looks to both, as a few more weyrlings shuffle out.

Kysha does her knot and mutters to Ysavoth, "I told you not admire Cresnath."

Asarith bugles warmly to the other dragons as Caz gives the straps a quick check, he felt something shifting. Brows lift to Karise, "M'knot? Sure..iffen ya want t'old thing". All slobbered over, he unfastens it quickly and tosses it over to Karise. "Ya collect yer weyrlings knots?", he teases.

Ysavoth croons softly at his rider and << She's beautiful, look at that form. She could turn on a meatroll, very lovely. >> He sounds almost apologetic.

Myrrdin POUNCES on a hapless vtol, then looks up with interest. Knot? Did someone say knot?

Kysha hands hers in still glaring at Ysa.

Asarith doesn't seem so interested in Cresanth, he would however /love/ to get another glimpse of Jiyuth's glowing form, where is that lovely green anyhow. Caz finishes with the straps and thumps Asarith's neck, "Hopefully far away", he mutters.

Cresnath doesn't mind being admired, as tail swishes slowly, looking at the rock, contemplative. Karise merely grins, as she takes the knots in hand. "You could say that. Right now, these knots mean a lot of things. They mean that you're students, that you've stepped into a world where training was needed, time to adjust, and new things to learn." She pauses, settling the knots on the stone, moving away. "However, I think I've taught all I'm able to... and those knots are no longer needed, as you're now full riders of Bahrain Weyr." At the last word, Cresnath breathes, a torrent of flame turning the knots to ash and char. "However..." and she ruffles around in her jacket pocket, "I do have knots that are more suitable." She comes out with two rider knots, one for a brownrider, one for bronze."

<Asarith>  <<Bahrain>> Zivath grumbles softly. << First one to eat Myrrdin can catch me next time I rise. >> Don't believe her, she'll say anything. ;)

Myrrdin yowls mournfully as /more/ knots bite the dust. He then dives for cover. Zivath is /such/ a spoilsport.
<Asarith>  <<Bahrain>> You sense, Audath rumbles in deep russet (and sleepy) tones <<I'll flame him?>>

C'zar looks very surprised, he'd just accepted he was /never/ going to graduate ;) "Wow, ya mean..", he chuckles as the old knots go up in smoke...no souveneirs that's for sure. "I sorta thought I'd always be a 'ling at times", he mumbles but there's a massive smile plastered on his face.

Cresnath whirls her gaze on Myrrdin, smacking her maw. Lizard a la Flambe? Yum.Myrrdin hisses at the dragons. You don't need them knots. Why ya hafta burn 'em?

Ysavoth ponders a bronze eating and thinks he could just snack on Asarith and then chase Zivath.

Asarith eyes the bronze firelizard curiously. Too tiny of a snack, someone else can enjoy him. Besides, the pest /does/ have his uses, or so his lifemate has told him.paint the ledge fushia next time."

C'zar accepts the knot, head inclines respectfully, "Thank ya Ma'am, has been an ...interesting time of learning". Interesting doesn't /begin/ to describe 'linghood..but just the same. "Asarith, look at that aye?". The bronze reaches his neck to smell the knot and Caz laughs, "No, ya don't get one too, I'll just wear this
 one fer both of us." He attaches it securely on his shoulder.

Ysavoth turns away from another lovely green down the bowl and inspects the knot << At least that won't clash with me or your clothing if you don't dye it.>

Kysha nods as she tries to think of something to say between to constant babble about why each green is perfect and how." She shakes her head and says slowly, "We'll do our best to make you proud." She glares at Ysavoth and thinks sadly that might take more work than she first thought

Karise nods, as she slips her hands in her pockets. "I know you will...." Cresnath puffs, a bit of smoke escaping. Just enough flame for one more.

Trisath nearly trips over an over-sized wing as he bounces out of the weyrling barracks.

C'zar is leaning against Asarith's forelimb, congratulating him on learning so well when the bronze reminds him of something, "Oh shardit, I promised m'brother I'd take him fer a ride t'day". Don't mess with big brothers..quickly he waves, "Thanks again Karise. See ya's all soon."