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Kahbrohm - K'brohm - had never considered anything beyond first place to be his goal in anything he did. That had included being the first to his Hatching Feast, but Sabyrth, while finding a certain appeal in the idea - Take a few minutes and make sure you look as presentable as I deserve. K'brohm's own ego would have made 'good enough' suffice if Sabyrth had appealed to that.

But to appeal to his new lifemate's presentation had done the trick to slow the man down at least a little bit. A few extra minutes to be even more presentable. To look every bit the part of a brownrider he deserved to be. To be looked at for more than a few moments of swagger, Sabyrth pointed out. There is also value in showing up to an event such as this a little late - when there are eyes to see.

Why make an entrance when nobody was there?

Neither dragon nor rider would demand attention, with words, but command it with presence alone as they finally, midway into the group of their fellows, made their entrance into the Feast. There were still plenty of eyes watching and waiting to see the Weyrlings arrive, but not exhausted to the point of going 'are we done yet'. A perfect timing.

Exactly. Sabyrth asserted, clearly having thought about it far more than His had. K'brohm wasn't stupid, of course, but where he demanded attention with ego, Sabyrth would make it happen with careful timing and playing both of their cards right. The man would learn in time.

He'd been stopped first by his father, who had almost scooped up Sabyrth the same way he had Lufianth back in the day until the brown mantled his wings and staunchly refused to be manhandled so - he demanded nothing short of being treated with the respect he deserved and N'ori had fallen in line to it willingly.

Which only left....well, a few friends, but - We both know you won't really settle until D'hka has gotten to take a look. Whether it was because K'brohm wanted to show off....or expected he'd be sidelined if he didn't.

There was no preening, no basking in the compliments. Sabyrth hadn't needed any of the compliments that D'hka was showering him with for validation - he knew he was the finest dragon who had hatched that day in the same way one knew the sun was in the sky. Though in this case, the sun wasn't in the sky anymore.

"K'brohm," he answered, the name as natural to him as the new bond with his brown. If he looked down at the hatchling with another satisfied smile, well...would anybody blame him? "He'd have come to me sooner or later - who else could it have been?" While K'brohm had been certain it would be the best dragon who wanted him, he'd never tried to imagine past that. How could he have?

Sabyrth shoved K'brohm with a wing before he looked up - and he had to crane his neck a little, big baby was still a baby - to Lufianth. Lufianth, he answered in turn, I am told that my sire is your dame's clutchbrother? He wasn't actually told this, but he'd been able to glean it from K'brohm, who had internally noted such a fact. We will - in time. There is no rush to be had to it. The last part was mostly a jab at his rider, who had been ever so patiently-impatient.

"He did," K'brohm answered, "I'm sure it went about the same as it did for you," give or take that Sabyrth had balked at the idea of being scooped up and had firmly denied it. No, the brown may have loved K'brohm, but not even His would have been allowed to carry him. Faranth, he couldn't stop looking at the brown who carried himself with a regalness that didn't quite mimic that of either parent.

"It doesn't go away, does it?" It was something D'hka would know - that wonderous awe.

Sabyrth considered the question posed so politely by Lufianth with no push or press from His to be 'polite' or that she was 'family' so he should indulge her. It was a decision to be made all of his own and...he was feeling gracious in being adored so. You may, he indulged, stretching his neck juuuuust a little. Not desperate for attention. Presentation.