It had just burned a full candlemark since Arya had faded off to sleep in a corner of the messhall. The poor green was barely a day old and already she was quite the trooper. While the old cook was still awake and going on adrenaline, the gloved green had been quite worn out from all the excitement of the day. After A'rik had gone off to tend to his weyrling duties, Favarin had shown off the green to anyone and anything that would listen. D'ko and his little ones had shared a meal with them, but even those three had disappeared into the bowels of the weyr and most likely off to dream land.

In fact most of the world had gone off to sleep save those night owls and handlers on duty. So what exactly was the odd man up to? And just what was that odd sound filling the dining hall? Well to answer one would help explain the other, really so here we go: Favarin was singing. Naturally when the old man sang, he felt the need to dance. Espcially on a day like this! So as he sang his odd ditty about a drunken sailor, Favarin could be seen twirling about the room like a child.

Then, rather abruptly, the song changed to another more obscure song. This one seemed to have a dance to go with it as the former brown rider began to shake his bad leg. Soon he pranced around singing, "And that's what it's all about!" Of course this was only the beginning of his routine and the crazed man was surely a unique sight for any soul to view if they hazarded a trip into the typically empty dining hall for a late night snack.

"You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around...."

N'syn and Blue Toreoth

"Jeez, alright alright already. You can stop screaming in my ears." N'syn scolded the little bright green flit that was bundled up in his arms. I never knew something that small could make that much noise. Toreoth said in amusement. Me neither, but boy can she. "Calm down there, Damsel, you're going to hurt yourself all over again. If that happens, don't come crying to me cause I won't help ya." At his half-threat the green flit calmed down some.

His acquisition of Damsel had been some extra-ordinary. During the last threadfall while he and Toreoth were flaming, something fell onto his head and clung there. Naturally, N'syn assumed it was a thread clump and in a panic sent Toreoth between to freeze it. However, when they came back out the thing was still clinging to him. Reaching and dislodging the thing, N'syn realized it was one very hurt, wild green firelizard.

He had to do something to try and save her, so he rushed her to the healers. It was very touch and go from the beginning since almost her entire body had been scored by thread. The little green was a fighter though and managed to pull through the worst of it. She had lost partial sight in one of her eyes and her entire body would always bear the scored marks, but she was very much alive. N'syn gave her the name Damsel, seeing it as fitting, and kept constant care of her. Damsel was still wrapped in bandages and couldn't fly yet.

Damsel was now yelling at him that she was hungry so N'syn headed towards the dining hall to grab her something to eat. She was still chirping irritably as they entered the dining hall. N'syn was use to seeing people in the dining hall this late at night, but he wasn't use to seeing them dancing and singing. It was such a strange sight that even Damsel stopped her squawking for just a moment. N'syn grinned from ear to ear. "Hope we're not disturbing you."