To say Sedna didn't want to be at the ceremony was the most severe of an understatement. He hadn't wanted to go the moment Kaia said that he would, all those years ago. But, of course, because Kaia had and because Kaia had been chosen, their parents had insisted that Sedna also try. And so, here he found himself, stuck in a valley full of strangers, watching the sky for both dangerous reptiles and the familiar water dragon his brother had bonded with.

K'issuk was a sweet enough dragon, in his opinion, and Sedna had never held ill-will or anger towards her. Their parents were mainly the bearers of it, occasionally Kaia. If she appeared in the valley, Sedna figured he would be able to pick her out; her deep-sea look was more than recognizable, even among other water dragons, and he had grown used to her throughout her time being bonded with Kaia.

The young man had no intentions of hoping for a dragon, he had no intentions of holding his breath as the mighty reptiles approached and praying that they choose him over someone else. No, he'd stay until the Choosing was done, make sure Kaia saw him so that he could vouch to their parents that Sedna had shown up, and then leave.

With those intentions in mind, Sedna moved to the edge of the already growing crowd, hoping to avoid the worst of the crushing bodies. He knew how crowds could get, and, honestly, people on mass could be really stupid. He didn't want to be in the middle if violence broke out, whether it was between dragons, people, or dragons hurting people.

Genevieve Caballero

New Rider | Female | Mentions: Ahura De Mevius [ind.] & Skylar [ind.] , Dragons & Other Riders

" Do not disgrace the Caballero name, daughter. You come home successful or you don't come home at all. " came the stinging words of her mother just practically ringing in her ears. And she had to brush a stray curl - as if warding away such words from her self. And she gave a annoyed huff, it shouldn't matter what her mother thought. Oh, but how it did. Everything has to be meticulous and to plan - and poor Genevieve had ruined her mother's plan for her own life. Incomprehensible, the young girl though - a small scowl on her face, indication her thoughts were rather bothersome at the moment. But her face evened out slowly as she calmed herself. No use for such emotion when today was supposed to be joyous.

The guard beside her looked bored and she couldn't help but be offended at this. She was the future Head Of The House and this was how her future security was treating her. It was reprehensible and she could feel a glare wash over her. And she purposefully stopped in her tracts, her boots firm in the dirt - and she watch as her "security" proceeded to walk a good distance before even noticing that she hadn't been following. And she crossed her arms at that newfound information, and she watched as this man had the gall to look annoyed with her. Such nerve, she inwardly hissed, her eyes narrowing in on him as he drew closer to her. He looked like he was opening his mouth to spout some lame excuse, but she saved him the trouble by fussing his hand as an interruption and a way to tell him to shut up without saying it. She was going to give him a mild talking to,!$76 when she saw the annoyed eye roll at her hand - that's when something snapped.

"Servant," she said, putting emphasis on his place - his lowly station beneath her, "who am I?" She said, her voice dangerously low.

"Genevieve Caballero." The servant replied lowly, barely even above a whisper, and to add - with a hint of irritation of his voice at her. And she gave a wry chuckle, before she using her full height and struck her palm against the face of the fool. "Wrong answer, try again - and I better not get a hint of irritation, unless it's my boot that you want to the face, next time." She hummed merrily, with the sweetest grin on her face.

"Now who am I? It's such a simple question, honestly." She said with a bored and annoyed expression.

"You, you are the Young Lady Genevievé Ophelia - Odette Caballero, Of The Noble House Caballero, Under The Crest Of The Honorable Griffin." The male had gritted out, seeming to lose the color in his face as he gritted his knuckles. It seemed being forced to say a thing angered him, and he could barely keep his composure. Such a lack of control.

Then young woman rolled her own hazel eyes at the male, "Correct, now was it so hard to properly address me? Now may I ask why you find it so troublesome to guide a young noblewoman to the Ceremony without causing a fuss, just because you seem to despise my status above you. And mind you, my family is paying you well for your services. Is it because I'm a woman or you just loathe anyone that has authority over you - better yet, maybe it's both. " She simply scoffed as she watch him fumble for words .

The sound of her boots crushing the earth could be heard as she stormed away from the irritating man. She would find her way to this infernal ceremony herself. And soon she did find herself at the Valley, and she noted that there were many noble children here - many she knew from the clandescent meetings of the upper class. One in particular stood out to her, Ahura De Mevius - the boy with the fire red curls and hair that swept past his shoulders and nearly past his waist. The boy who always seems to have sleep in his eyes, even when he doesn't mean too - yet, was a ridiculously good host. If you were anyone, you'd know how influential his family was - not mention how protective his father was of the boy and his sickly mother, so for the young man to be standing out and at this ceremony was interesting.

The young woman then began to wonder, what other experiences would she run into while she was out here. It seemed that nothing was as it seemed out here - and she could only wonder what these dragons could bring for them.

Kavik Forger || New Rider || Dragon: Ananth || M: Medi (NPC), Ceremony Attendees (ind)

What a shame that such a beautiful weapon had to be tarnished by a heavily gem-studded mess of a golden hilt and sheath. Kavik's scrutinizing gaze tore into the sword he held in his hand; the dragon-headed hilt glimmered as the dappled light pierced through the canopy of trees and hit the jewels that formed eyes, teeth, and scales. The cross guard was shaped like dragon wings, and the golden creature's tail curled into the beginnings of the blade itself, which had also been marred by the engraved lettering all down its side. Ugh; what a nightmare to behold. Of course, he had no say in its design; it had been a very specific custom request, and as long as Kavik -- or rather, the blacksmith he apprenticed for -- was paid, that was all that mattered.

Now to locate its owner. Kavik turned his eyes to the clearing he neared. The site of the ceremony was already getting crowded, and he could see some dragons beginning to show. Some of the massive creatures looked much less enthused than others, which contrasted greatly with the general feel of excitement and awe in the air around the human counterparts. Kavik released a soft grunt of disapproval before walking to the clearing, gilded scabbard in hand, and hunting down the rich prick that owed him money.

It didn't take long to locate His Lordly Assness Medi de' Antavyn Storvah. Despite the slightly older young man's average stature, those long, perfectly curled ebony locks dripping with teardrop diamond jewelry pieces were noticeable from a far distance. Medi's deep tan skin was decorated with some sort of gold paint as well, and his long robes -- more of a dress with a train, in Kavik's opinion -- bragged of his high status. His raucous voice grated against the blacksmith's ears, and the latter's hand tightened visibly on the sword he carried.

As he drew nearer, Medi whipped around, gracing Kavik with his shockingly bright green gaze. Those uncanny eyes went straight to the sword, and he made grabby hands like a small toddler would as Kavik approached. Before the blacksmith could say anything, Medi latched onto the hilt and middle of the scabbard and crowed, "Ah! Barely in time for my ceremony!"

Kavik released the sword after a short debate over whether or not he could get away with giving his customer a swift kick in the butt. Forcing his teeth to separate from their gritted position, he replied cooly, "The dragon sword that my lord requested. Maester Briggan added an extra six shillings onto your price for the one-day notice."

Medi's face twisted into an irritated pout. "What? Fine, fine, tell the man to collect his payment in a fortnight."

"...You don't have it with you?" It was more a statement then a question, and all formalities had been thrown out the window. Kavik looked down at the little lord, flexing slightly to keep himself from swatting away the twig of a man. Medi now took on a defensive appearance and huffed, "Well I have to be settled in to the dragon school, and my servants will be busy preparing my rooms there. So he will have to wait."

Kavik had to really pause and fight the urge to remind the stuck up ninny that not everyone got picked and that Medi had been preparing to leave for the new rider school for... what... three years now? Maybe four? Instead, Kavik pinched the bridge of his nose and stated, "Titles and empty promises will not keep the Maester off your tail, my lord. He collects his dues."

Before Medi could retort, and before Kavik could yeet him across the clearing to feed the dragons, he turned and walked back to the edge of the trees. Perhaps, if Medi were not picked, the payment would magically appear after all the dragons had gone. Kavik would just have to wait the ceremony out. He picked a good vantage point on top of a large boulder at the base of some of the older trees and observed the eager humans waiting for their bonds that may or may not come.