Avu
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Post by Avu on Sept 17, 2010 12:28:11 GMT -5
Congratulations! The lettering on the banner that stretched across the doorway was messy, paint dripping down the canvas, and written in an inelegant hand – but legible and beamingly enthusiastic nonetheless. Lopsidedly hung, it swayed every time the door opened or shut, but fortunately the chances of anyone’s gaze lingering too long on its inadequacies was negligible. After all, the Feasting Hall itself was so much prettier, was it not – dappled in golden light, small tables had been arranged neatly around the edges of a much larger center table that had been made up of many long tables pushed together and draped with a clean white tablecloth. Upon the table, food was positively stacked – starting with appetizers at one end and moving through the entrees down to the desserts, with a prominent iced cake as a centerpiece of the last. The food itself ranged from vegetables to meats, from pies to soup, and everything in between. Drinks had been systematically scattered throughout the plates of food, empty plates, silverware, and cups having taken a table of their own at the very entrance of the hall. Some of the drinks were alcoholic, but had been clearly labeled as such – along with a big, red frowning face on the white label of each – stay away, Weyrlings. A loose sprinkling of stars had just appeared in the sky when the Drudges apparently decided that the Feast was as good as it was going to get (and quite spectacular, at that) and opened the doors of the Feasting Halls at last, allowing the Weyrfolk to drift in.
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Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Sept 17, 2010 14:50:27 GMT -5
Ten was delighted. She'd gone through a phase of not liking parties (basically from birth through about age 16), but to be fair, those had mostly required her to sit rigidly at her uncle's side and dance with creepy, acne-covered teenagers or sell glasswork to men who usually didn't think that a woman would be behind the counter unless she was a hall drudge. But the last few Gathers she'd gone to had been quite lovely indeed, and this time, she even had a date! Sure, she'd paid for G'tor, but it was for charity, so it still counted, right?
So far, she'd found the Brownrider quiet but adorable. Not that she'd spent much time talking with him, yet - basically, she'd taken one look at his outfit and, giggling, dragged him off to find Jazz. The girls had spent the rest of the afternoon pillaging the wardrobes of the male Weyrlings, augmenting G'tor's plain clothes with a surprisingly well-fitted jacket with a yellow kercheif tucked in the pocket, a thin black scarf draped around his neck but left untied, and a jaunty black hat Ten had nearly had to kiss T'mund for (not because he wanted her to, because she knew it would freak him out long enough for Jazz to run in and 'borrow' the hat). Honestly, she'd been shocked the bookworm had a hat so fashionable. The shoes and pants had been left alone, and Ten had had G'tor roll up the jacket and shirt's sleeves almost to his elbows. He had turned out surprisingly casual-chic.
She herself had then run off to change, reappearing in the ruffly yellow dress she'd worn to the Southern Hold gather, slightly altered and far more grown up. She'd added a wide black ribbon around the waist and removed the lacy cap sleeves and lace petticoats underneath, making her look less like a poofy child and more like the young woman she was. Rajnith had approved. Her hair was pinned in a loose bun at the back of her head, already in peril of falling out, and her eyes were lined with kohl. All in all, they made a much more attractive couple than Tenlie had ever expected, given that she was half of it.
Without any further ado, she'd dragged him off to the feast, only to find that the Drudges were just opening the doors. Perfect timing. Arranging G'tor's arm so she could rest one hand on his elbow like the most elegant of Holders, she smiled up at him (with more pride in her smile than anything) and asked, "Shall we?"
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Sept 17, 2010 15:07:30 GMT -5
At the end of the day, I /still/ don’t like her. You don’t like anybody, A’emi replied brightly, unconcerned. /I/ like her. Cute little newly-Impressed weyrlingriders were cute. He hadn’t the first clue how much Jenna had paid for him (though he was concerned that he should be ego-damaged; Weyrlingriders weren’t typically rich, were they?) but it didn’t matter; he liked her. Of course, that was probably because upon winning him, she didn’t seem like she’d had the first idea what to actually do with him, which, A’emi had found, was perversely endearing. Of course, the lack of humiliating tasks was also quite endearing.
So he’d spent most of the day trailing after Jenna, helpfully suggesting things that he could do for her, some serious – like bathing Versaith or oiling her or teaching her—Jenna, not Versaith—how to dance for the Feast – and some decidedly playful to try and make her laugh. A’emi was good at being a puppy, see? And in his opinion, that was what he was supposed to do, wasn’t it, be a good little slave? Yes, that equated to puppy in his head. Part of him was curious as to how the other ‘slaves’ were being treated, but he wasn’t curious enough to actually ask and risk his own slavery changing. He liked it the way it was, thank you.
I especially dislike /her/, Kyrahth informed him. She thinks she /owns/ you, doesn’t she? And Versaith is /hardly/ better. As if she’d even spoken to the hatchling; Kyrahth disliked her only because she was green and A’emi knew it.
He ignored her, in favor of turning to Jenna at his side when they reached the doors of the Main Hall, informing her, apropos of nothing, “I’ve decided you need a nickname. ‘Jenny’ sounds like a kid, and ‘Jen’ doesn’t sound that great, so help me out here. I was thinking ‘Beautiful’ but I’m afraid Kyrahth will eat me for that. Or Versaith, for that matter. What d’you think, risk it or should I come up with something else?” The greenrider didn’t wait for an immediate answer, instead sweeping an overly-dramatic bow before the weyrlingrider and offering her his arm, as was (he assumed) socially appropriate for high-end parties and whatnot.
His clothes didn’t feel quite right, because, again, A’emi didn’t really make a habit of going to big Hatching Feasts, but he did have an extra set of formal clothes for the purpose, even though ‘formal’ was maybe too strict a word for it. A’emi had left the white shirt underneath untucked, the jacket over it neat and slim, a plain black, his pants the same plain black (and perhaps not quite as loose as was considered ‘formal’). Not exactly creative, but hey; Jenna hadn’t made him wear anything specific, so he supposed it’d be all right. He’d make up for the lack of extravagant dress with other things.
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Post by rii on Sept 17, 2010 17:25:51 GMT -5
Jenna couldn't seem to shed herself of the pale blush coloring her cheeks. She'd' get herself under control, then A'emi would do something else, or say something else, and she'd feel the heat rush back in full force. Least to say, Jenna was not well versed in the ways of flirting. She was still getting over the shock of having won the bid. Hadn't asked A'emi to dress up either, because she didn't have anything to wear that was nice. Candidate were allowed many things - and she hadn't come with much from the start. So in her roughed up pants with the knees nearly worn through and the cleanest shirt she could find, she found herself strolling at his side; her tongue in the custody of a fiendish cat. Versaith padded along ahead, her head drooping in a sulk at being forced to attend the feast. She didn't care that it was in her honor. It was boring. They could be doing much more interesting things. Thus the drag to her tail across the stone as she poked her head into the dining hall. Jenna felt her cheek well with color once again, glancing behind them before nervously accepting A'emi's offered arm. "V-Versaith is kind of small, I don't want her to be eaten." She answered dumbly, blushing more darkly upon realizing her simplicity. "I k-know that she won't" Maybe can't was a better word. "I just – uhm – Jen or Jenna is fine..?" She stared at him, unsure, and let her mouth babble on to chase her awkward words with more awkwardness. "My mom called me Jenny, so I don't really care for it. My brothers called me twerp, so I don't like that either. The girls in the barracks all titter about being called beautiful but I don't think it means me – you know, I think.. I think.. issa.. is.. dancing okay?" _____ "Going to be late." Kostya's voice broke the silence of the dark room, the blankets thrown aside and a pair of clothes dropped on Vix's chest. His wher had been let in first, now nuzzling with Tekivisk to make sure the wher's awareness didn't wake the handler. Not that it seemed Kostya needed to stealth approach. After stubbing his boot on the corner of the bed and earning no amount of stirring from the other male, well, Kostya figured it was safe to assume the guy would sleep through an invasion. The glows were uncovered, "Hurry up." Kostya, already dressed in his usual flair – Konstask didn't allow him to leave the room without looking his best – the vest more formal than normal; a mix of gold and russet swirls that were a touch shimmering in the faint light (material he had cut and sewn up himself, oh joy, momma taught him how to sew, so impressive). Kostya slid Vix's boot to the side of the bed, a smirk edging up the corner of his lips. "Need help?"
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Post by Avu on Sept 17, 2010 18:55:31 GMT -5
Awww. So cute. If babbling semi-coherently is your idea of ‘cute’, Kyrahth commented snidely, I am sure that many Salamandyrs would fall into that category, as well as many human hatchlings. None of which would think to /own/ you, and none of which would be Impressed to green dragons. A’emi ignored her (again; it was becoming a common theme when he interacted with other people, period), grinning widely at Jenna and twisting his hand around to catch hers and bring it up to brush a light kiss against her knuckles. It was adorable how flustered she got. “No Jenny, then,” he agreed solemnly, “Or Twerp. I don’t think that’s a proper nickname much.” He crinkled up his nose, tilting his head to one side contemplatively. “Dancing’s more than okay. Shall we?” His other hand came up to claim the girl’s other as well, A’emi turning to face her, stepping backwards towards the dance floor. “Don’t think I’ve given up on the nickname thing either,” he went on, sparing a quick backwards glance to make sure he wasn’t about to plow into anyone—or a table, for that matter. Creating a landslide of food and plates was not high on his list of Things to Do On Accident (which, incidentally, did not mean it was not on his list of Things to Do On Purpose—that was a whole other story). “I’ll just wait until one pops up, something original. It’ll be Jenna for now, or Beautiful, if you don’t object~” He batted a playful wink at Jenna, stopping once they made it to the edge of the floor. “You okay with being the first dancers?” A’emi didn’t mind at all—he liked being the center of attention for the most part (negative or positive), but he didn’t want to discomfit Jenna entirely, although he seemed to be doing a pretty good job of that anyway. That was fun. Dragging her out on the dance floor when she didn’t want to would be considerably less fun. ~*~*~ “Hhnggh, wha…” Vix blinked blearily, muffling a yawn into his pillow and squirming, sleepily indignant at the draft of cold air. Where had his furs gone! He groped for them, felt the rougher fabric of clothes instead, and made a halfhearted grunt, still too sleep-muddled to wonder why there was a Kostya in his room at all. Instead, he pushed himself into a limp sitting position, legs crossed and forearms draped across his ankles, pressing his palms against his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up. It didn’t work. It never did. He was always slow to get up, and usually spent the first hour or so until he got into the baths or a cup of klah sleepwalking. “Don’ need help,” he muttered, waving a hand at Kostya, and proceeded to try to wiggle into his clothes while staying as much in his furs as he possibly could, dragging them across his lap after he got his pants on and poking his feet out of the other side to put his shoes on. Finally fully dressed (and still curled in his furs, it was warm there), Vix blinked at Kostya, a little more awake than he had been before. At least, he was awake enough to register that Kostya did not, indeed, typically wander into his room at whatever-oh-clock in the morning (his morning, that was; normal people’s mornings did not count). “Did Darmori let you in?” was mumbled at Kostya, Vix reluctantly uncurling and pushing his furs off so he could get up. A pause, and then, “Late for what…we going somewhere…?” He squinted at Kostya – the expression would’ve been suspicious if it weren’t still sleep-fogged. Only part of his brain was operating currently, after all.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Sept 17, 2010 19:02:26 GMT -5
G'tor had to admit, he didn't know what to expect from Tenlie. He didn't know her well and wasn't really sure what to expect. She was a bit younger than he, and a weyrling to boot, so he doubted it would be all that bad. Still, he had to admit he was nervous when she brought him to another girl. Then the clothes had starting coming. Really, he never bothered much with his appearance, so he wasn't sure what they could possibly had in mind. He was sure that no one had ever fussed over him quite so much in his life. He couldn't protest though, they didn't give him a chance.
Don't you dare laugh, G'tor warned Ruskeath as the afternoon wore on. He felt a little like a dress up toy, but Tenlie was a sweet girl. Ruskeath hid a low chuckle. You are quite popular today, he commented with amusement. Star added her own picture of boredom. She just wanted the feast to start already so she could be fed treats. G'tor put her in the pocket with the yellow handkerchief so she would stay out of trouble. Tervain watched the whole affair from a ledge, high enough to stay out of the girls' reach. No one was going to pretty her up, thank you very much.
When they were ready, G'tor had to admit that they looked rather nice. Tenlie certainly looked lovely. Yellow was a good color on her and the dress made her look older. They made a nice picture, he decided. He offered her a smile as he let her take his arm. This looked like it would be fun after all. "After you, my dear," he returned pleasantly. After all, he was at her disposal for tonight. He couldn't say he wasn't enjoying the honor.
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Post by Tashe on Sept 19, 2010 14:56:27 GMT -5
All in all it hadn't been a bad day. He couldn't complain, much, about who had bought him. At least he knew Nephele and was more comfortable around her than people he didn't know. Although she really hadn't needed to tease him about his auction outfit. He'd been around her often enough that he brushed the comments off with a snort. But what did surprise him was what the Greenrider requested him to do before the hatching feast. Sure his little introduction had said he could dance, but he never expected someone to take him up on that. Neph wanted him to teach her a Gatherdance. Something "Something fun." When he asked her to specify a little she responded with a grin, "Sexy and fun, definitely." So, he decided to teach her a simple version of the Tango. Neph was a sponge. She basically soaked up the dance when he was teaching it to her. Within the first candlemark she had gotten down the basics as well as any proficient beginner would. He was oddly proud of his student.
As the letter had said, his clothes returned to their proper places after the auction. Which relieved him to no ends. He had felt weird in those other clothes. Not because of the style but because they weren't his. He didn't like borrowing or wearing other people's clothing, it just never settled well with him. Tilting his head to the side as he looked at himself in the mirror, E'rro rubbed the side of his jaw with his thumb as he tried to decide whether or not the outfit he had donned was suitable. Black, calf high boots were tucked under black pants that were neither too tight nor too loose. A dark cerulean vest with golden hemming stretched down to his belt, while the thin white shirt he wore under it was ceremoniously tucked into the waist of his pants. His knots of course were pinned near his shoulder... but he still felt like he was missing something.
Oh right... gloves.
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Looking down at Neph as they passed under the fluttering sign, he offered her a tiny smile. The Brownrider hadn't danced in public for a very long time the fact was he was slightly anxious about it. He didn't care about what the occupants of the hall would think, it was more about him messing up and accidentally hurting his partner. E'rro would have been more nervous about it if he had taught her the tango with the fifth point of contact. Maybe if he was more confident about his skills he would have, but right now, the few inches of space between their hips that would serve as a buffer would be enough. Offering his arm to the Greenrider with a small bow he inquired, "What would my lady like to do first? Eat? Mayhaps socialize?" He wasn't entirely keen on the second choice but for the rest of tonight, Nephele was in charge and he would do almost what ever she asked. There were of course some limitations but none had come up and he doubted any would.
Well don't you look quite fancy with a girl on your arm. Tch. Its been a while! I wish I could see you dance, though I was content just to watch you practicing earlier. Stop it Isma, I am most certainly going to blush. The Brown snorted with amusement. The day you blush is the day I can eat five herdbeasts in one sitting. Or when pigs fly. Whichever comes first. Oh, ow. My ego. The sarcasm laden in that was so thick it was almost tangible.
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Ithanna had been torn over leaving Iwyrth at the barracks, both sorely wanting her to come and really not wanting her to get into the piles of food. In the end, the Green promised to stay as long as her Rider brought back a meat filled sandwich. She was already so attached to her rolly polly Dragon that it was hard to believe she hadn't signed her own self up for candidacy. Oh the romantic in her was popping up. Fluttering into the hall with a smile she glanced around, immedietly spotting one of her Weyrling friends with the man she had bought. It looked like she was having fun. Good for Jenna! The silly girl needed some girl time now and again. Ithanna herself might be rough and tumble, but she knew how to appreciate a good dress... and a good guy on her arm. Flirting with guys was a treat in itself. Since she reserved it until after she was done with work. Unless of course it was a hot stablehand who just happened to be working the same shift as her and had his shirt off... you know, things like that. Speaking of, she wondered if R'men was around somewhere. Maybe she could coerce him into a dance or something.
Mine how does it look in there? Its rather pretty in here. But there's a loooot of things you could knock over if you weren't careful. But don't worry I'll tell you aaall about it when I get home tonight, okay? It was weird feeling emotions that weren't yours, yet echoed them so closely. She felt and received an emotion she could only assume was undiluted love. No other creature she had worked with could ever show her their attitude like Iwyrth could, sure they could show it in different ways but none as clear as the bond between them. "Oh don't I just feel all warm and fuzzy in side, like a two week old kitten." Rolling back the sleeves of her umber colored dress, Ithanna happily moved into the steadily growing throng of people. Intent on getting to some of those deliciously stacked sweets.
(Kae is milling around , and E'iah and Nausi are in there somewhere. Drinking or eating... Feel free to poke them)
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Post by heisokufire9 on Sept 20, 2010 9:18:10 GMT -5
Y'kiro sighed. It wasn't that he didn't want to go to the feast he was just uneasy because there were still bad feelings between Benden and Selenitas. He had impressed yes but that didn't mean people would accept him.
Mine do not worry they will like you. Auwanath crooned to his. Y'kiro could be so stubborn sometimes. The young brown was sure his would make friends. Either that or Auwanath would find some for him. The silver haired teen shot his bonded a flat look.
"I'll make friends but it's something you can't rush." he told the brown as they headed to the dining hall. He wondered what would happen.
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Ashlyn was slightly depressed as she got ready for the feast. It was just one more thing to remind her that she hadn't impressed and on top of that her mother's necklace had gone missing. She had looked everywhere but couldn't find it. She slipped on a white tunic and black pants. Nothing too fancy but she didn't feel like dressing up at the moment.
She finished getting ready and made her way to the dining hall. As icing on the cake she'd also not realized until it was too late that she should get a date. 'Oh well I'm not in the mood to hang out with anyone anyway.' she thought crossly. Yes she was grumpy but she had reason to be...or so she thought.
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Connor was whistling as he made his way to the hatching feast. He had seen his brother impress so he was happy. Oh he was disappointed that he hadn't impressed but there would be other times he was sure. In any event he wasn't going to let it spoil his good mood.
'I wonder what Y'kiro's brown is like.' he thought. The raven haired teen was sure that they were a good match but like any brother he worried. Not too much though which surprised him. With Y'kiro's temper it would be easy for the teen to get into trouble.
'Well he's old enough to take care of himself.' Connor thought smirking a bit. He couldn't wait for the hatching feast to start.
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Post by Ruby on Sept 20, 2010 14:57:09 GMT -5
With a giggle and a smile for her escort, Ten swept into the room, falling into the role of Lady Holder without even realizing it. Childhood training tended to run deep, and as much as Ten had despised being groomed for Lady Holdership, quite a bit of it stuck with her, whether she wanted it to or not. So she ran a critical eye over the display of food, straightened her shoulders, then turned her attention to the dance floor. No one was on it, yet, although a few couples seemed about ready to approach, unsure if they wanted to be the first ones out. Well, one did one's duty, no matter how odious - wait. That wasn't her duty anymore! This was supposed to be fun.
The harpers had started an easy, medium-paced song, not too fast and not too slow, with a simple step pattern. They'd started out quiet, background music for the couples entering the hall, but were sure to pick up both the volume and the pace once dancers took the floor. With an impish look up at her date (far up - G'tor was tall!) Ten murmured, "Want to show them how it's done?" Without really waiting for a response - if G'tor couldn't dance, she could make it look like he could - Ten placed her hand in his and started walking, expecting G'tor to follow, or even take the lead.
True to form, the Harpers did indeed pick up the volume as soon as the pair faced off, and Ten wasted no time putting a hand on G'tor's shoulder and holding one of his hands with her other, then sweeping him off into a fancy spiral. She was leading gently, but if G'tor was capable, she'd submit. It was easy, and quite fun! Once another couple or two had decided to join them, she leaned in to ask, "So, how did you come to be a Rider at Selenitas?"
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Piden was fashionably late.
Really though, could you blame him? He'd been up late this morning for the auction, where he'd lost to a weyrling (Mainly because he realized that if he had a slave, he'd be stuck with the same date all night. Jenna's guest-of-honor status didn't even enter his mind). Then he'd caught a few hours of sleep and gotten up early to bathe, primp, and dress. That, of course, took longer than he expected, and figuring out how to get out the door without at least one Salamandyr attached was much easier said than done. He wondered if they'd all be alive by the time he got home - Piden had never left all three inside at once. He was certainly asking for drama, and death wasn't out of the question. Really, though, he couldn't have them loose, not tonight - Red, who would scream if he did anything suspicious, Three, who would glare at and possibly bite any female he came close to, and Shells, who was, well, Shells. Not the most attractive of pets.
So he was alone, without even a single green tucked into the pocket of his crisp white shirt, open at the neck. He was jacket- and tie-less, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up casually to complement his grey pants. If he was underdressed, so what? It was warm out, and there was little the Bronzehandler hated more than being overheated.
He had two goals tonight: first, find the lingerie-clad Rider he'd spotted at the latest Wher hatching and introduce himself; second, make sure none of the girls remained wallflowers all night. However, since he wasn't about to go searching for a woman he'd rather casually bump in to, the order of those goals would have to be switched. So, who to dance with...
A dark-haired girl wearing black and white caught his eye, and the candidate knots on her shoulder marked her as someone who almost certainly needed cheering up. Sliding easily through the crowd, Piden approached Ashlyn from the side, offering her a small bow before introducing himself. "Good evening, I'm Piden of Bronze Pidesk. If you weren't about to get dinner, I was wondering if I could have this dance?"
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Post by Rowana on Sept 20, 2010 16:17:12 GMT -5
G'tor followed Tenlie's lead, expected her to head for the food first. In his experience, even female weyrlings had healthy appetites. The Weyrling Masters kept them hopping and with a hatchling's constant hunger, it was hard not to follow suite. So it surprised him when she aimed instead for the dance floor. It was empty so far, and G'tor couldn't help a thread of nervousness. He could dance, in his own way, but quick-step group dances were most common among his fisherman friends and family. Dancing with a partner, particularly a female one, was something that made him uncertain.
He offered her a nervous smile of his own. "I'm sure you will," he agreed willingly. Already he felt like the awkward youth who tripped over his own feet. Still, the song was one he knew and the steps were simple enough. He let her lead gently as they spun into the dance. His feet made a few mistakes, but at least he kept from stepping on hers. He felt a touch self conscious, but others would join them soon enough. Besides, he doubted he was the only male with two left feet.
He'd been concentrating so hard on the dance, that for a moment he hadn't heard her question. "Hmm?" He blinked at her for a moment, unsure how to answer. No one had really asked him that in a long time. True, he was only twenty-seven, but sometimes it felt like he'd been a rider all his life. He looked thoughtful for a moment, remembering. "A blue rider followed my father's boat on a search. Must have scared him silly when the dragon picked me up. He kept raving about sea monsters stealing his son. I think it must have taken hours to calm him down." G'tor chuckled at the memory.
"Ruskeath found me at my first hatching. I think he must have examined half the boys there before he settled on me." G'tor smiled dreamily. Ruskeath had been handsome, even as a hatchling. Several of the other boys had watched him eagerly, but the little brown had taken his time, calmly eying them all closely. G'tor, a wide-eyed youth then, had been as surprised as anyone when the young dragon had trotted up and put his nose in the G'tor's hand. It was a moment G'tor would not fast forget. "What about you?" he returned lightly. He'd seen her around long before her impression nearly a year ago. Had it been that long already? "What brought you here?"
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Post by Requiem on Sept 21, 2010 5:43:49 GMT -5
Well, that was odd. Movement in the halls before the sun went down...at least, coming from that direction. That bluehandler was usually up by now, too, but he was at the other end of the hall. For a moment she imagined that they were little elves, pattering around and fixing things so they wouldn't break, and Ximera's lips curved into a peaceful expression, the girl wriggling further into her cocoon of blankets and furs with every intent to go back to sleep. Of course, then her curiosity got the better of her - and anyway, little elves pitter pattered and these movements were larger than that, though not loud - and Ximera's eyes opened. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, then yawned big.
Slippers, slippers, where were her slippers? She ran her fingers through tousled curls, giggling when she thought she must look like her brother, who could never seem to tame his hair, especially since she slept in one of his old shirts. It kept sliding down off one shoulder, but she loved the smell. No matter how many times she washed it, the shirt still retained traces of his scent of warm bread, woodsmoke and open air. Oh, there were her slippers. She slipped them on and padded out, running her hand over her sleeping lump of a blue as she went. He crooned in his sleep and she smiled.
It was Tekivix's room that the sounds were coming from. Ximera eased the door open, peering in, a little tentative because sometimes noises at this hour meant people being huggy. "Oh, that's a pretty shirt, Kostya. It sparkles," she commented, slipping inside when it was clear she would not be interrupting anything. It looked like Tekivix was getting up, yes. Ximera stifled a wide yawn, glancing from one to the other of her classmates, then to the still sleeping Darmori. (Rumor was he liked to collect hair, and that if you washed your hair using redfruit lye he wouldn't touch it, so now her hair smelled like redfruit.) "What's going on? It's really early," she stated sleepily.
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Black was not a normal color for the new greenrider, but it was one that was easy to acquire, and he'd spent the better part of a turn making the clothing in his free time. What he had of it...X'rx was good at keeping himself busy. Soft white pants, loose but of the type of material that liked to cling lightly to your skin, and a sleeveless black vest of the same material. He'd dyed the lacings white and left them loose, the fine chain Erilena and R'ven had gifted him, complete with the glass bead holding a tiny shard from Eveyth's egg shell, displayed just below the line of his clavicles. A sash wound around his slender waist in a dark, rich green, the ends embroidered in gold in a simple design. He'd set two gold-seeming rings about one lightly toned bicep, his greenrider knots pinned to the opposite shoulder. Hair was drawn back on either side near his temples in two braids and clasped there in a false gold clasp, small white flowers woven into the braids.
For all the care he'd put into his dress, down to the supple calf-skin boots darkened to a black as dark as the vest, X'rx smiled in self-satisfaction at the weyrling by his side, who he felt looked twice as good. He'd dressed him in his brother's dark blue brocade vest over a loose white shirt, and instead of letting the boy do that weird thing with his hair, had combed scented oil through it and secured it tightly at the nape of his neck in a dark blue ribbon. Leather bracers bound the man's wrists, a wide belt slung over his hips, and all in all X'rx would describe him as dashing, if young. Oh yes, very pleased with the companion he'd acquired for himself as insurance that J'ash didn't latch. Theirs was just a friendship, after all, but the boy had a tendency of draping himself over everything and anything, and this was public enough that he'd rather not be mistaken as one of J'ash's...indiscretions. It made it harder for X'rx to find his bedmates; he'd already lost a couple to rumors. Silly people.
Insurance, and Ae'on was cute. And a weyrling. X'rx didn't like the idea of bidding on someone who might think he wanted more than a dance and some conversation, and feel obligated to oblige.
He slipped his arm through Ae'on's, flashing a smile up at the healer, the gesture companionable and certainly not intimate. "Are you still adverse to joining me in a dance, Ae'on?" he questioned, a sprinkling of amusement behind the words. The dark eyes turned toward the tables with all the food and drink, guiding the teenager that direction and releasing his arm so that he could get whatever he might want. X'rx let his eyes roam over the milling crowds before realizing that was a mistake. The sudden urge to duck into the kitchens was so strong that he'd subconsciously pressed into Ae'on's side, and the dragonrider withdrew with a mumbled apology. "Too many people," he murmured.
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Post by rii on Sept 21, 2010 10:06:32 GMT -5
Did he have to do that? Jenna smiled weakly, not sure how she was suppose to respond to the brush of lips over her knuckles. She was, after all, already putting a tomato to shame. When her head caught up to the present (instead of worrying about whether or not her hands were clammy inside of A'emi's ) Jenna dug her heels into the floor to avoid stepping out onto the dance floor. "No – I mean, there's no one else out there – we can dance later. Shouldn't we eat first. And sit." Long story short, the girl didn't know how to dance. Wouldn't it just be grand for the whole room to watch her stumble over herself and A'emi. "Maybe tell me about yourself. I don't think I've ever seen you before uhm.. you were.. on the stage.. didn't think I'd win. I'm from.. Lighttower?" Sudden catching sight of the pale man (the one that had bidded against her) Jenna pulled at A'emi's hand to try and lead the green rider off out of sight. "Yeah, I'm hungry and Versaith is starving–" Am not. If I eat too much I'll sink through the sky like a stone. "–uhh, don't mind her. Just, let's go this way!" _____ Kostya glanced at the other occupied bed in the room. Did the two lock their door at night or something? Wouldn't that have been a nuisance, coming to fetch a Vix and being thwarted by a door. "Yeeeah, he did. He didn't want you to be late either." Stepping aside to allow Vix room to stand, Kostya crouched by the two greens, giving Tekivisk a good scratch while he waited. "You two okaaaay with staying here by yourselves?" An intrusion of more light and a small shadow stood in the doorway. Oh.. drat. "Thank you," Kostya toned, sweeping over and seizing the front of Vix's shirt and just pulling him up to his feet. His fingers automatically going for the buttons and fixing them for the younger handler. Lingering in the cloth because it provided a nice leash to tug Vix out toward the hallway. "Xi," Whatever that smell was, Kostya couldn't help but feel a small stab of hunger. "You're going to be late too – hurry up and get dressed. We need to go~"
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Post by heisokufire9 on Sept 21, 2010 11:03:01 GMT -5
Ashlyn looked up at the man that approached her, a wherhandler by the knots on his shoulder and by his introduction a bronze handler. "Oh, sure." she agreed a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. Piden had caught her off guard but he seemed nice enough. She noticed the easy way he moved and envied his confidence. Of course he was a bronze handler so part of it would stem from that. "I'm Ashlyn by the way." she added smiling a bit as she gave him a polite curtsy. It wouldn't hurt to be polite even if all she wanted to do was curl up in her furs and sleep. But she couldn't miss the feast so here she was. At least someone had approached her. Maybe talking to someone would take her mind off the hatching. [align=center]XXX[/align] ((Y'kiro is milling around. Feel free to bother him ))
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Post by Ember on Sept 21, 2010 13:44:33 GMT -5
Nephele had to admit that 'buying' E'rro had been...fun. She hadn't really expected much when she bought him. Really, if she was solely looking to have fun then she would have bought the twins or maybe even K'sel. But she had wanted to learn how to dance, so E'rro it had been. The dancing itself had been fun and, as requested, sexy. Her usual clumsiness had melted away and she felt...confident. Not that she didn't feel confident at other times, it was just less common.
She'd learned fairly quickly and was looking forward to showing off at the feast. As she walked into the area the feast was being held she was surprised at the number of people. "Wow," she breathed softly. She hadn't expected so many just for a hatching feast. Not everyone in the weyr went to them. She glanced at her bought partner and grinned. It was an almost genuine expression out of her. The night would be fun. She was determined to make it so.
Though not entirely intentional, Nephele matched her partner's outfit pretty well. She wore a loose, off-white button up shirt with sleeves that went to her elbows. On top of that she wore a navy blue corset with black lacings. It was snug and well within her comfort zone. She was also wearing black, relatively tight pants that wear tucked into simple black boots. There wasn't much she could do with her hair, it being as short as it was. She'd brushed it to perfection though.
Nephele felt like she was soaring. It wasn't everyday she had a man willing to do almost anything she said without something in return. She took E'rro's arm pleasantly and smiled faintly. "Food sounds good right now. We're staying well away from any of the wine, though," she commented lightly. She could get drunk off almost no wine and she didn't much care for her 'date' having any when she couldn't. "Then later we can show everyone what I learned." Excited greenrider was excited.
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Ae'on sighed grumpily, picking at the borrowed clothes for the billionth time that night. It felt downright unnatural wearing them. It was less because they were borrowed and more because they simply weren't...him. He was not a vain person. In fact, he cared little what others thought of his appearance. And his hair! Oh his poor hair. There was a ribbon in it, for the love of little furry things! Although, perhaps more annoying than what X'rx had done to his hair was the fact he was stuck wearing leather bracers instead of his bangles.
He blamed all his discomfort on Sfelyth. After much prodding by the blue he'd agreed to be auctioned for the sake of the weyr to be a slave during his own hatching feast. He'd made a deal with the hatchling blue that if he agreed to being auctioned the blue would try and behave himself. So far the deal hadn't worked out too horribly for either of them. Sfelyth got to be amused at Ae'on's expense and the only nuisance Ae'on had to deal with was his partner for the night. In truth X'rx wasn't as annoying as some of the other bidders.
Another wave of amusement brushed his mind and Ae'on growled faintly. Shut up! But I didn't say anything, Ae'on, Sfelyth cooed innocently. He was laying down on the fringes of the party, tail gently thumping against the floor in his boredom. Too bad he'd made the promise to be good. The party seemed like so much fun. Ugh, you know what I meant. Whatever. Just don't cause trouble. Ae'on had hoped the dragonet would fall asleep but evidently that wasn't happening.
His mental conversation with Sfelyth occured while X'rx hooked his arm and he blinked when he came back to the world. So much for personal space. The only reason he wasn't throwing a fit was because he'd signed up for it. "I don't know why you'd think I'd change my mind," Ae'on replied with a huff. Dancing with another guy...yeah, he'd rather not. He was being led towards the food and he snorted. Could be worse. His sister could have bought him. They'd finally met up...only to end up yelling at each other.
"Trying to feed me up?" He asked sarcastically as they came to the food. He grabbed one of the appetizers he could eat with his hands and ate it. The food was quite tempting but the feeling of X'rx moving into him made him scowl and look at the man. The apology was met with a raised brow. "So you were trying to bury yourself in me?" Again with the sarcasm. Ae'on's helpful nature underneath that wouldn't let him just brush the greenrider off though. He took a plate and shoved at X'rx. "Here. Aren't you hungry? If you aren't then whatever, but I'd prefer to eat before dancing all the same." Tch, so much trouble.
((Jazz, Iskierka, and T'san are milling around if ya wanna poke them.))
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Post by Avu on Sept 21, 2010 16:03:45 GMT -5
Food, he was good with that. A’emi smiled, a little bemused by the hurry, and automatically glanced around to see what had inspired it. Didn’t see anything—or anyone, whichever the case might be—but he allowed Jenna to pull him through the crowd anyway. One hand settled at the small of her back to pull her to the table with the empty plates and cups, the greenrider leaning forward to pick up two plates stacked on top of each other, “If you tell me what you want to eat, I can get it and let you take a table.” He resisted from tacking on ‘Beautiful’ just to see if he could make her blush. Instead, he leaned closer to whisper conspiratorially, well aware that Versaith could probably hear his every word courtesy of mental bonds, “If you tell me what you want to weigh Versaith down with so she doesn’t fly away, I can get her that, too.” He winked playfully at the green dragon in question—he thought she was cute, too, even if Kyrahth couldn’t disagree more. Just because his dragon had a thing against all things female didn’t mean he did—far from—and hatchlings were cute, period. Ones that had designs to fly almost immediately following their Hatching were even cut er. “I’ll give you the entire biography in a bit if you want,” A’emi added, “Which I doubt you will because honestly it’s pretty boring, but why don’t we grab a seat first.” Really, he wasn’t going to give Jenna or anybody else his entire life story—but especially not Jenna because he didn’t want to scare her and even if his life wasn’t boring it hadn’t really been rainbows and butterflies either—but that was okay; he considered himself pretty good at spinning stories. He’d figure something out. ~*~*~ Late…what were they late for? But…still, nice of Darmori, he supposed. Vix blinked sleepily at Kostya, sagging with a yawn against the frame of his bed as the older male bent down to Tekivisk, who thrummed contentedly, lapping a wet tongue across Kostya’s palm and nuzzling closer to Konstask. She was sure they’d be just fine together, the green assured Kostya earnestly, they had a Darmosk and a Darmori in case anything happened and she hoped they had fun—even though she hadn’t the faintest idea where Hers was being taken. She was sure it was somewhere nice anyway. And…oh, a Ximera. Vix’s eyelids fluttered at the shadow, and then up to Ximera bemusedly. Maybe she knew why they were all awake…not to mention in his room. He opened his mouth to ask, since Kostya hadn’t answered his question as to what they were going to be late for—although Vix was kind of wondering if he’d only asked that in his head, since his brain-to-mouth coordination wasn’t usually at its best when he was first woken up and it might’ve just come out entirely incoher – “Nn!” Exhibit A. Despite the noise of protest, though, Vix stumbled after Kostya at the tug at his shirt, one hand instinctively going up to latch onto Kostya’s, as if it would actually help (it didn’t). “Hi, Xi,” he commented, belatedly, as he was half-pulled out into the hallway, and since she obviously didn’t know what was going on either, “We’re late, apparently, I have no idea…what time is it?” He was awake enough to refrain from adding ‘you smell good’ to the end of that, fortunately. Because that would be mildly creepy. And because time was important, so it was probably a good idea to end the sentence thereabouts. Or something.
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