Beatrice stood there, beaming like a fool upon watching Keziah. Concealing her emotions had never been her strong suit, so when she laid eyes on the dragon meant for her friend, her attempt to maintain a facade of secrecy crumbled. Rather, she was more obvious than anything, waving Keziah away with her hands.

"Oh, she's furious," she spoke when Keziah mentioned Haki not being visibly angry. "Can't you feel her anger radiating off of her? Better back up quickly. I think she's hungry." Raising her hands, she waved her fingers in a "spooky" manner, grin still taking up her entire face. "Lunar dragons are good at hiding their emotions. That's why they're so dangerous, didn't you know that?" Entirely making up things at this point, Beatrice refused to allow her little "act" to fall, that is, until Keziah began to move.

Standing there, Beatrice stood with a proud look upon her face the moment her friend made contact with the light dragon. "Like I said," she began. "Pity you don't have a dragon of your own." With that, Beatrice let her best friend be, not that it was difficult. At the same moment, she had felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning, she was met with Haki, who lowered her head and introduced.. a gift?

The familiar voice reemerged within her mind, something that Beatrice doubted she'd ever get used to. Haki then- No, Hakidonmuya, began to speak, mentioning her size and eyes, and how she hoped that they weren't unnerving. "Not at all. In fact, I find them most interesting." She paused. "They are rather quite beautiful." Complimenting Hakidonmuya, Beatrice remained standing, teetering around from side-to-side before her eyes lit up.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I never introduced myself." How rude of her. "I'm Beatrice." Beginning to reach her hand out, she paused, lowering it. Did dragons even shake hands? She wasn't truly sure, and instead, let it flop to her side, offering Haki an awkward bump on the shoulder instead. Why she did that, even Beatrice wasn't sure, odd as it was.

"A.. gift?" She repeated, echoeing the question as if it were the first time she had heard of that word. How humiliating. She hadn't woken that morning expecting to be chosen, and so she didn't bring anything in return. "I feel awful," she confessed, her smile waning as she beheld the chained stone presented by the lunar dragon. It was a stunning piece, milky white with delicate flecks of silver and rose hues when observed closely.

She continued staring at the gift, cupping her hands for Hakidonmuya as she placed the necklace in her hands. Observing it, she listened to the background of the stone. It was a sentimental gift, one that Haki stated was only gifted to those cared about. "I feel absolutely awful," she repeated, wrapping her fingers around the necklace and clutching it to her chest. "I hadn't expected to be chosen, and so I didn't even think to bring anything with me." Pausing, Beatrice took a moment to raise a singular hand, touching a chain that rested around her neck and beneath her shirt.

"Here." Using a single hand, she worked her way to the back of her neck, unclasping the thin golden chain and dangling it towards Hakidonmuya. The locket attached to the chain was unremarkable, a simple design that held nothing but personal meaning to Beatrice. "It's not nearly as beautiful as the necklace you gave me, but it holds a lot of value to me. I hope that makes up for it somewhat." With one hand still clutching the Tears of the Moon gem, she used her free hand to open the locket, showing the lunar dragon what it may be used for.

"You can place anything you wish inside – pictures, small gems, whatever holds significance for you. My grandfather made it, he was a metal smith." While it wasn't much, it was better than nothing. Besides, being given a gift from a beast such as a dragon and not offering anything in return? It was unheard of.

"You are a very wise dragon, aren't you." Her words came out as more of a statement rather than a question, having listened to Haki's words about being destined for greatness. It was at that moment that Beatrice finally put the necklace around her, briefly showing it to Keziah with a smile before returning her attention to Hakimonduya. It seemed as if the lunar dragon wished to be in the shade, which of course made sense. She had even asked to find some once the ceremony concluded. "Of course." Studying Haki momentarily, Beatrice continued. "What happens if you're in the sun for too long? Does it annoy you, or actually physically harms you?" She was curious to understand more about the dragoness, and what better way to learn than to ask.

Head turning, she noted Kez still conversing with her dragon, and so she glanced back to Kenji, who had shot her a smile and not one, but a double thumbs up earlier when asked if he were alright. What caught her attention most was the way his hair had grown and how, despite his best efforts to smooth it out, still remained grown. It was an amusing sight, one that she knew bothered him. Relishing in the thought, she turned to Hakimonduya once more, figuring that she should introduce the others.

"Before I forget, that dangling man over there is Kenji, while that woman near the light dragon is Keziah. Kez for short. Don't mind them much." Introducing her best friends, Beatrice figured she would give Haki a heads up, letting her know that they were no threat. However, a sudden mention of her name caught her off guard. Glancing, she eyed Kenji once more, who seemed to be introducing her to his dragon. The mere mention of her name to the storm dragon made her take a large, no, giant step towards Hakimonduya.

"I hit him with a stick earlier," she whispered to her dragon. "I doubt I gained many points because of that."

Despite the attitude in his tone, K'issuk truly enjoyed the company of Beollan. Then again, the female was hardly picky, often enjoying the company of mere fish.

She had briefly hummed in response to his earlier words, speaking of how he disliked humans. She knew better than to pry, and so she didn't ask why. Simply nodded her head, as if she understood. From a certain point of view, she did. Humans were all different, but she wasn't one to judge, because at the same time, she could argue that dragons were all different. Some were kinder, while others craved bloodshed. It truly depended.

"I am," she suddenly responded when asked if she were a deep sea dragon, feeling his gaze. "What gave it away?" She mused. K'issuk was the definition of a deep sea dragon, from her darker colours, to the light upon her forehead. Nonetheless, she responded in a light tone, her fangs peeking out as she smiled.

Watching Beollan, her smile fell slightly upon noticing his body movements grow slightly irritated, his attention upon the valley. "It's getting stronger, hm? The connection, I mean." Motioning to his chest, she glanced back to him, falling silent. She admitted, having made such sudden contact with a dragon was perhaps not the wisest of choices, especially given the fact that he seemed to tense.

She had nearly offered an apology, that is, until a soft, abrupt hiss was sounded. It didn't seem angry, simply surprised, to which K'issuk nodded in understanding before turning back to the valley. She listened then, hearing further about how anything was preferable to being in this very valley. She had opened her mouth to speak then, closing it after when he mumbled something about how he doubted she saw his view.

"Believe it or not, I didn't want to come here once upon a time either," she responded, tone growing slightly stern in reply to his comment before softening towards the end. Continuing to stare straight ahead at the valley, she finally broke her gaze to peer at him once more. Studying him, her smile faded altogether at this point.

"No," she said in reply when he spoke of what she might say next. "I'm not here to tell you that it will be okay, or that a bond with a human is unlike any other, because frankly, I don't believe those words." His tone held venom, and whether it was meant as an insult or not, K'issuk continued. "I'm not here to tell you any of that, nor am I here to force you to do anything. It's your own decision. Find the human, don't find the human, it makes no difference to me, but you must know that it will be painful." Advising Beollan of what was to come if he refused the bond, K'issuk continued.

"Despite being against this, you're here. You could have refused, but you didn't. Certainly that speaks for itself, doesn't it?" Despite her words, she maintained a simple tone, speaking to him as if she were speaking to a dear friend. Even her body seemed to loosen when he spoke of having no desire to approach his human, to which she nodded once more before standing as well, mimicking his actions.

"But you're going to," was all she said at the moment, still watching him. "You aren't the first to feel that way, and you won't be the last." A pause. "I know that it must be hard, and I doubt that I understand remotely how you feel, but it will be harder if you refuse. From my experience, approaching is the most difficult part. It gets easier after."

Shaking herself out slightly, her nostrils flared as she exhaled heavily, turning to Beollan. "Would you like me to go with you?"

Noelle just wasn't having a good time at the moment - it was like his heart seem to beat rapidly, fearing to burst out of his chest. And yet his chest burned like fire and it felt like his lungs were being squeezed as the sensation was traveling up his throat. His breathing was coming out strained as he tried to contain himself, and he sucked in a deep breath to try and steady his beating heart. Gods, what had that old maid called this? An anxiety attack? And he could feel his knee bobbing out of habit something he did when nervous, it seemed he had another episode. How unfortunate, he mused tiredly. He had a sense of lethargy, and he just wanted it to go away - he looked at his vest, to distract himself from his thoughts, and gave a soft sigh as he noticed the small stains of his teardrops on it. Well, he had stopped crying, but it hadn't brought on anything else good. It didn't help the sun was being rather annoying as it was so damn bright, and he shut his eyes to get some semblance of peace.

But that's when he felt a gentle breeze, but it didn't feel like that of the wind. And he opened his eyes - and staring back at him were a pair of dull golden hued ones, and he had to blink in confusion at first, and then he realized : he was looking at a dragon. A real life dragon, not one in the storybooks or myths and legeneds - one that was real and touchable. His green eyes widened in shock, and he could barely move because of his amazement. His dragon was here! He had a dragon, he would be a real Dragon Rider. And that's when he got a dull headache, and he touched his head as he felt it - a small wince of pain coming as he then felt something being built and weaved between the two. And that's when he heard the voice of something in his head, So you are hear. And he frowned and looked around confused, who had said that, he wondered, but then a dawn of realization had come over him. He blinked owlishly, three times as he looked at the dragon with curiosity and tenatively moved forward.

Was that you? he spoke through the link, then he frowned, wait how did I do that? Eh-, he thought, a look of shock coming on his face as he did it yet again. Am I talking to you through my mind? Wait, I heard about this, I thought they weren't serious when they said this would happen when a Bond was formed. This is very interesting! He rambled through the link, the mental fog that had been plauging him, seeming to drift away - why, he had even stood up and given a soft smile. Uh, I'm sorry for crying - you probably don't want a weak rider, I just had a bad morning, he said in the usual soft toned voice of his through the link, though there was a hint of agitation in it at the situation. My name is Noelle Morgenstern, your human, and it's a pleasure to meet you, he said politely, and he gave a slight bow. He then brushed off his clothing, and that's when he felt a hand on his shoulder - he was prepared to brush the hand away but the warmth and comfort he felt detered him, and he realized it was Aziza.

And he gave her a tired smile. He wasn't exactly feeling verbal right now, but it was a way to tell her that he was alright for now and he'd tell her later what was going on. But he had to give a small chuckle at her protectiveness, and he bent down and enwrapped her in a hug, his head gently resting atop hers, hoping this'll satisfy her. This here is my oldest and best friend, she's a bit protective of me, don't mind her, she's always looked out for me - she's like another older sister. He spoke to Serikornis, with a hint of fondness and warmth in his tone.

He then turned to Aziza and motioned to his outfit and gave her a knowing eyebrow. In a way telling her that this was the effect of his mother, and then tugging at her sleeves - like one would do a parent or older silbing, he pointed towards the Storm Dragon that she had forsaken for him. His eyes were pratically beaming and his arms flailing rather excitedly as he looked the dragon, silently telling her that her dragon was cool and looked very badass. He was starting to feel better now that his friend was at his side. And that's when he looked and noticed another friend.

Ryker?

The sensation of involuntary movement came at a moment Ryker had been daydreaming. Though his glazed gaze had been directed towards the pretty female wyvern-like dragon, he was taken by surprise when his body was suddenly a lot closer to the dragon than he intended it to be. She'd moved him. For what reason? Did she find people intriguing? Perhaps wanted a better look at him? He was taken by surprise when she nudged her head into his for the briefest moment.

Pain blossomed from the origin of the gentle impact, though not from the force, as the dragon had been very careful, but some odd burning sensation. It flowed through his head down his neck and throughout his body. Every muscle burned, every bone ached, every nerve ending was on fire, and every cell screamed in agony. He wanted to scream, cry, beg for this creature to take back whatever it had done.

At least, that's what he processed for the briefest amount of time. It must have been a millionth of a second, not even enough time for him to release the breath he had just drawn. Then, the pain was gone. He felt oddly... fuzzy? As if his entire body had lost blood circulation but was nearly back to how it had been. It was the oddest sensation. Were all bonds like this? Surely not, or somebody would have warned him.

He drew in a sharp breath. A bond. That was a bond. He had just bonded... and with this stunning creature. His heart picked up a pace even faster than before, an act he'd thought not physically possible. In fact, he took a couple deep breaths to slow it down a bit, as it had picked up a rather concerning pace. He wanted to shout to the heavens about what had just happened, though his dragon seemed to find the encounter far less remarkable, and she'd continued her previous interaction. She had tucked him gently under her wing, which he found quite endearing. He already loved her, though perhaps he was getting a bit ahead of himself with that...

Ryker glanced around for somebody familiar, who did he know here that he could brag to about his bond? Noellë! Ryker's close childhood friend was nearby. Platinum hair shining in the sun in the kind of way one would expect bleached silk to shimmer. The neat pony tail swayed ever so gently in the light breeze, a dark green bow tying it back. A shade of green that did compliment Noellë's natural palette, being such a lovely royal green, but it paled in comparison to the man's pale hair. It couldn't be helped, any hair ornament simply wasn't enough compared to hair designed by hand by the heavens. Noellë really was a beautiful man, and a great friend, at that.

Ryker wrinkled his nose at the outfit, though, knowing the message of wealth plastered about every aspect of it would surely be something Noellë disliked with a passion. Attractive as the outfit was, Ryker couldn't bring himself to enjoy it knowing that fact.

Yet, Noellë was looking upset. Ryker was contemplating whether he should go over and make a clumsy attempt at consoling his friend when a dragon landed in front of the pale-haired man. The feathery creature was most definitely an air dragon, and Ryker let out a little sigh as he admired the creature. How amazing it was they were both bonded in the same year! This was amazing! Ryker now got to train with his closest friend. The man found himself watching the first interaction between the new bonded pair with fascination. They seemed to be holding a mental conversation, which caused Ryker to glance up at the crystal female briefly. Were they supposed to be talking? There was plenty time later, but was there, perhaps, rules for how to behave immediately after a bond?

Noticing Aziza approaching the two, Ryker was slightly puzzled. Had she not figured out it was a bonding moment? Well, in any matter, Noellë didn't seem to mind her approach, so Ryker decided he'd join the group. After all, they weren't too far away, and he figured his dragon would be fine if he took a few steps away from her, even though he was confused as to what they were meant to be doing right now.

"I'm just gonna go greet to some friends, I'll be right over there. Uh.. my name is Ryker, by the way!" He said this to the female crystal dragon as he stood up and eased his way from under the little wing shelter she'd made. He waved to her over his shoulder as he made his way towards his little group of friends and their new bonded dragons.

"How goes your day, my love?" Ryker said in a teasing greeting as he approached Noellë. This was his sort of... love language with his friends. If he got a blush or a punch, he didn't care either way, it was amusing. His female friends often took him seriously, and he'd gotten into many a binds due to his teasing words, but he wasn't stopping anytime soon. Besides, Noellë got him, and the beautiful green eyed man often gave Ryker the same energy.

"It's crazy we all got bonded the same year!" Ryker said enthusiastically, running a hand through his sun bleached, dark hair. "That's my partner over there," the man said excitedly, pointing towards the pink female that was a little distance away. "She's a looker, and a rare one! I'm so excited!" If giddiness could be embodied, it would be Ryker at this very moment. Often serious and intelligent sounding, that front fell to shambles in the presence of people around whom he was comfortable.