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Post by glamourie on Jun 3, 2009 18:23:34 GMT -5
The dance square was readily recognizable by the fabric ribbons forming it into exactly that -- a square. At the back of the square was a platform where the harpers stood, tuning their instruments, preparing for the first song. A woman in her upper twenties bounced to the front of the platform, holding a hand harp in one hand as the rest of the group arranged themselves into position. Even the most casual of onlookers would find their outfits impressive; those not playing instruments were dressed with bells for the purpose of dancing, and the performers themselves had on elegant shades of blue marking their craft. The girl in question had her hair braided and flowers laced through it, obviously from the hair-and-face paint stall, and as she made her way to the very front of the platform, one of the harpers behind her beat a steady rhythm on his drums to draw attention to her.
“Ladies n’ gents! We’ve got a spectacular show here for you but we can’t do it all without your help! If your feet are itchin’ to strut their stuff, now’s the time to hop to -- because the dancing is about to start! Grab a partner and make your way on over!” she called out, her voice loud enough to carry through the stalls nearby. Anyone who was eating or shopping near the center of the Gather Square was sure to hear the harper’s call. Time to dance!
The song that the group of harpers began with was a fast-paced, cheerful melody that carried through the whole of the Gather. Anyone unsure of when the dancing started would be made aware by the first few notes…
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Post by Rowana on Jun 3, 2009 18:32:58 GMT -5
Farryl smiled as the first tones of cheerful music reached her ears. It had been so long since she'd been to a gather dance. It was just the thing to lift the spirits. Farryl skipped over brightly. Dressed in a cream blouse and long maroon skirt, she looked quite fetching. She pulled her tie and let her chestnut hair fall loose. It was much more fun to have it free to fly around as she danced.
Farryl twirled in time with the music. Hopefully more would join her. It was no fun to dance alone.
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Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
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Post by Tashe on Jun 3, 2009 22:53:14 GMT -5
(My female charries are up for dancing if you want to ask. 83)
She had always come to the Dances, in fact, she almost always came to Gathers. Not only were they a fun distraction from the normal, she was able to subtly show her support to Holds who hosted the festivities. It was a weird web of unspoken politeness that even Kaegan had a hard time understanding. Tugging at a curl, the Weyrwoman stepped tentatively into the well lit area, the Dance had just begun. She cast a glance around the square before locating a table on the left side of the dance floor. Pulling the chair out with her uninjured hand, Kaegan happily plopped herself down into it. It had been a long day, and watching her Riders and Weyfolk enjoy themselves would be a good ending. The Gather had come at such the perfect time, and hopefully it would bring even the most morose people some entertainment and happiness.
Crossing her legs, Kaegan straightened the folds in her burgundy dress. She looked up from her bandaged hand as an arm and a cup passed in her peripheral vision, smiling at the Bluerider who took the seat next to her. She hadn't thought she'd come, since their Greenriding friend had been unable to.
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She wore a dress. She never wore dresses unless her friends forced her too. But for some reason, she had had the unusual urge to dawn her dark blue summer dress which her old mentor had bought for her only last year. It wasn't that she hated dresses, she just didn't like them because they restricted her movement. The hem of her dress fluttered around her knees as she walked into the square, the two firelizards on her shoulders were the only excess adornments she had with her. In fact the only reason she was wearing this particular dress was because she designed it herself. Close to her body but not restraining, it gave her the ability to move around. Plus, she liked that the neck line only dipped into a shallow V, not like some of the dresses she had seen that made a woman's breasts look like they were about to pop out.
Finding some refreshments, Saraina traipsed through the middle of the Dance floor and plopped down next to the Weyrwoman with a grim smile. Offering her one of the drinks, the Bluerider raised an eyebrow before sighing. "Don't look at me like that. I have a social life outside of Gina you know." Her two flitters fluted in greeting to Kaegan. Scipio even went as far as jumping over to her shoulder with a chirp.
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Dances! He loved going to Gathers if not for the sole purpose of going to them. He had hitched a ride to Selenitas Hold from a Bluerider, he didn't mind flying as long as he had a cute Rider to hang onto. Brushing the frost out of his hair, Nautic rubbed his arms as he removed his jacket. He had forgotten how cold the Between was, or how weird a dragon's mind felt in his own. Tossing his jacket onto a table close to the musician's platform, the WherCandidate grinned. Oh how fun the night was going to be. But first, he needed to get some ale and relax. He'd ask someone to dance when more people showed up.
Retrieving some, he settled down into his seat, sipping at the alcohol slowly. The pink cuffs on his sleeves matched the pink on his collar, combined with the white body of the shirt itself made his black pants and boots stand out. It was his favorite dress tunic, and he was extraordinarily happy he finally had a chance to wear it. Jumping slightly as he noticed his jacket moving, Nautic lifted it to allow whatever was beneath it out. "Absinthe?" The Green Mandyr jumped from the table to his cup in a matter of seconds, he knew exactly what she wanted. "Oh no! Nu-huh. You are not getting any of this!" He tried to fend the hissing Green off. This was his ale, not hers!
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Post by glamourie on Jun 3, 2009 23:21:09 GMT -5
He looked ridiculous. R’wign was well-aware of that. In fact, it was pointed out to him in very blunt and oh-so-considerate phrasing: “R’wign, you look positively ridiculous, why in Faranth’s name are you dressed like some Bitran prostitute-meets-Caravan-Dancer?” Ka’rys could be so kind at times. Nevertheless, despite the bronze rider’s insinuations about his outfit, R’wign couldn’t be bothered to change. Initially he’d just done it to prove he was secure enough in his masculinity to run around in a skirt (and also to see the look on Sel’n’s face), but after, he simply… hadn’t the energy to change. Or the desire, really. Much of that stemmed from the fact that he was most efficiently intoxicated (K’lir spent the majority of the Gather pouring wine down his throat and R’wign was wasted as a result). Who cared if people thought he looked bad? He thought he looked fine. Or, more specifically, R’wign thought he looked ridiculous at all times, thanks to missing his left eye (which made it hard for him to even look in the mirror anymore), so it didn’t really matter what he wore and at least he was comfortable. Translation: R’wign was sulking. Of course, sulking while wearing a long skirt with blue and purple secondary layers, all of which flared around him to his knees when he twirled like the most perfect dancing attire, was quite comical indeed. Particularly when the person wearing it was male, not wearing a shirt, had his face painted in ribbons of blue, black and purple to match the skirt, his hair tied back in a multitude of beaded braids, and was wearing a belled anklet that jingled whenever he walked. R’wign was an expert at sulking in style, you see, and he didn’t want everyone to know that he was sulking. A casual viewer might have noted the very large pile of pie containers he’d consumed, or the presence of his fire lizards, most of whom were trailing behind him rather than remaining perched on his person (the lone exception being Ellie in her dark brown doll-pants and cream-colored doll shirt; she looked quite comical indeed). These things were indication of his upset, but -- R’wign thought himself sly, and was most assuredly convinced that no one was aware of how bothered he was. Leaning back against one of the empty carts, R’wign tapped his fingers against his waist. He probably should have purchased some kind of necklace to go with the attire… or convinced Showoff to steal one for him; the salamandyr was so-easily bribed. Too little, too late; at least he knew what to go with for the next Gather… if he lived that long. Part of him doubted whether he would or not, after the last attack, but -- dark thoughts, dark thoughts. He inhaled sharply and tilted his head back to look up at the sky, as one hand came up to rub his left eye -- or, the glass one that he had in place of the real one. It was dark blue, a drastic difference from the right, but looked about as real as he was going to get. From a distance, it wasn’t obvious that the eye was false, but it was uncomfortable. He would probably not bother with it except for formal events. The eye patch just itched something terrible. “--the dancing is about to start! Grab a partner and --”Dancing? R’wign squinted and turned to look at Ellie before gently nudging her off of his shoulder. “Do me a favor, gorgeous?” he asked, and Ellie fluted pleasantly. The word ‘gorgeous’ earned a loud purr from his feet and R’wign shot the feline a glare before turning back to Ellie. “Take the other fire lizards and find D’nar at the Weyr? I’m going to go find someone to dance with, and he’ll look after you while I’m busy. Please?” D’nar was who Hero looked to, and R’wign had no doubt the boy would care for the mob of fire lizards well. Otherwise Ellie and Hero might make him want to cry, considering how forceful the pair could be. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was asking D’nar to babysit long. Most of his fire lizards were independent… it was really only Ellie, the two hatchlings, and Hazard that needed watching, and the two adults were well-mannered. Fluting pleasantly (she liked her mate’s pet, she did), Ellie took to wing and issued a sharp command. The flying fire lizards disappeared in a blink, and the weight in his backpack lessened considerably. R’wign crinkled his nose and poked the black leather before stalking over to the Dancing Square… and then he got an idea. If he was entirely sober, he probably would not have had the courage. As it was, after enough wine to make even a harper giddy, R’wign felt extremely confident. Or at least, confident enough that when he walked over to Kaegan’s table, he didn’t start stammering and acting the part of a fool… even if he did look it. Resting his palms against the side of the table, R’wign leaned forward, one long black curl twisting over his face, before he tapped Kaegan’s shoulder from behind (he was careful to tap the shoulder Scipio was not on). Not that he was capable of ‘sneaking’ up on anyone. Not with the belled anklet on and, well, most of where he went garnered enough odd looks to make it clear someone was approaching. Someone who looked very bizarre indeed. Ah, the price of having decent fashion sense! “Well, I’m glad someone does. I don’t have a social life,” he proclaimed, announcing his presence most efficiently. (Eavesdropping, who, R’wign?) “Kaeeeegan, hello, hello. Hiii Saraina.”
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Post by Tashe on Jun 4, 2009 22:17:21 GMT -5
"I know, I know." She felt a tap on her shoulder and began to turn to face the person. "Its just weird to see you with... " Kaegan was momentarily stunned by the Brownrider's rather unique attire. "... out her." Tilting her head to the side, she raised her eyebrows slightly before responding to the man's greeting. "Oh my... Hello R'wign. You look... um, interesting. Were you performing today?" She certainly was trying her best not to laugh at his silly appearance, but it was obvious she was struggling. The corners of her mouth twitched, each trying to gain more height than where they were currently stationed. "Would you like to sit down with us? We have enough room at the table." If she could say anything about what her friend looked like, it would be... unique. Very unique. And yet Kaegan was only mildly surprised by the fact he was wearing a skirt, it was definitely something she should have foreseen the Brownweyrling do.
Scipio tilted his head as the male placed his hand on his his Humanpet's friend. Fluttering his wings, he chittered to the man happily. Was he a friend of Hispets? He looked funny... did human's come in colors like he and his kin did? The coloring on the man's face perplexed him greatly. He didn't understand why he was so many colors and yet a human, it was very confusing. He chirped again as he stared intently at R'wigns face.
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Twisting so that she had one arm over the back of her chair, Saraina rolled her eyes as the Brownweyrling piped up. "Oh, its you." She looked to Kaegan before resettling her gaze upon R'wign. "So when did the Weyrlingmaster start allowing the Booze? Though I must say, that skirt simply just your color."
"Sara."
"Oh please. E's a man. 'E can take it." Picking up her cup, the Bluerider took a sip before crossing her legs. Smiling, she let Zor crawl down her arm and look into her cup, she hadn't seen the younger man in quite a while, but she still remembered him for the most part from her Candidate days. He certainly had changed appearance wise since she had last been near him, the blue eye was new. Picking up a spoon, she dipped it into her cup before offering some of the fruit juice to her older Flitter.
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He had successfully fended his Mandyr off from his ale, and received small scratch marks as a penalty for doing so. Finishing off his liquor, he scowled at Absinthe before turning his cup over an placing it under his jacket to weigh it down. BADSTUPID HEAD. I WANT. I WANTWANTWANT. STUPIDHEADNOLOVE. WAAANT. "NO. Go mooch off someone else!" WANT. WAAAANT WANTWANTWANT. He rubbed his temples as the series of 'wants' began constantly streaming through his mind. He withstood the torture for three minutes before finally giving in. She was such a little nasty thing when she was sober, having her plastered was almost worth the trouble. Tipping up his cup, he pushed Absinthe to where a few drops had settled on the table. He left the table with a sigh, Absinthe would wobble around the area for a few minutes before curling up and spouting love and nonsense. After that she'd curl up and sleep. No fun for him.
Scooting his seat back in so that it wasn't blocking the way, the Candidate stretched his arms for a moment before scanning the Dance floor. A fleeting swatch of chestnut hair drew his attention. The young man adjusted his sleeves before walking toward the woman, he didn't know her name, but he had seen fleeting glances of her at the Weyr. Approaching her, Nautic cleared his throat as he came to a stop. "Excuse me miss. Would you care to dance?" He smiled, offering a hand to her with a small bob of his head. Fortunately his sandy hair didn't fall into his face, for he had tied it back into a runnertail for the evening.
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Post by nightingale on Jun 4, 2009 23:16:28 GMT -5
Ke’rin approached the dance square hesitantly, hanging back among the tables with a searching look in his pale eyes. After getting their runners squared away and stabled for the evening, he and Farryl had split up to do their respective shopping. They had agreed to meet up near the dance square that evening…but then where had she gotten to?
“Ke’rin!” The bronzeweyrling turned just in time to catch sight of a grayscale blur coming toward him. Saeo materialized from that blur after a few steps, her salamandyr companion appearing as nothing more than a hideous, bright green earring poking out through her dark blonde hair. Kei offered her a slightly confused tilt of his head, prompting her to continue. “Have you seen C’oar around here anywhere? I think my little brother may have kidnapped him.” The boy shook his head briefly, more puzzlement working it’s way onto his face. Saeo sighed deeply, a low growl trailing it as she scanned the crowd of dancers. “Shardit Amone. Find someone your own age…” She muttered darkly, she then returned her attention to Ke’rin. “Lend me a mark?”
The boy’s expression grew still more curious. “What for?” “Because they’re typically exchanged for alcohol at this sort of event. Come on, you’re independently wealthy now, and that’s partially due to my advertising.” She fixed him with a hard stare that urged him to turn and run before things got any uglier. Somehow, he managed to keep himself from flinching. “Saeo, are you sure you should be drinking here…well…on your own?” He didn’t like the idea of anyone drinking alone, but the fact that the bluerider was also rather temperamental and easily overpowered worried him excessively. She was likely to get herself into a fight if she became sufficiently impared…or raped…or just humiliate herself.
“Oh you are such a pest.” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Freckle trilled an echo to her bonded’s displeasure. The girl then grabbed onto Ke’rin’s arm and started pulling him toward an unoccupied table “Hey, let go!” He protested , looking back over his shoulder toward the dancers. “Oh quit whining, you’ll be fine.” Saeo huffed, pulling harder. “You can keep me supplied with fermented sugar until my brother ets here, and I’ll make sure you don’t look like a friendless loser.” Resigning himself to the fact that he had missed his chance at escape, the bronzerider allowed himself to be towed away from the music and firelight. If Farryl was looking for him, she could always have Peppeth ask Jaymith.
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Post by kysseh on Jun 5, 2009 1:33:06 GMT -5
((A short failpost. Hate me not. <3 Feel free to make one of your males be Aliscia's victim. )) "You're mean." Juvenile, it was, but the simple proclamation of the obvious was all that the mildly depressed goldrider could manage for her friend at the moment. Savitri was not usually one for wasting breath, but the sudden sight of the dance square had taken the near-flawless--it fell short of flawless only because she had not had her bronzerider and his daughter alongside her while she made purchases--nature of the day and turned it into a disappointment. Dancing. Despite the fact that she wasn't a slender, dainty little creature, dancing was something Savitri enjoyed. It was a rare treat at best and one she would have to miss yet again. Her gravid state meant that no man would ask her to dance, which she was quite fine with. The only one she wanted to dance with was probably hiding on the opposite side of the hold, if she knew him at all. Ridiculous man, Ka'rys was. She tried to reason with herself that dancing with a lightly protruding belly would be a bit awkward anyway, but the disappointment remained. Said disappointment was magnified tenfold by the fact that Aliscia, gracefully moving beside her, was already on the lookout for a victim. The greenrider had done shopping of her own, and while Savitri was choosing a table at which to sit and sulk, Aliscia was settling her purchases on one of the chairs and setting her flit to guard them. It had been awhile since the greenrider had enjoyed a Gather, and considering that her twins were being safely watched at the weyr, the woman was free to prowl at will. And pouncing on one of the loitering men was exactly what Aliscia had in mind too. When was the last time someone had danced with her? Turns, she reckoned. It had to have been Turns. The light gold-brown of her tunic, over the darker brown of her pants, set off her near-gold eyes. Feline eyes, one of her former weyrmates had teased her, and in this instant, he would have been right. And what fine hunting grounds she had here... "Don't be jealous now. It isn't my fault you let some silly little bronzerider into your bed," Aliscia replied sugar-sweetly, snickering at the growl that was sent her way. The greenrider's hair, loose and shifting with every flick of her chin, slid smoothly across her shoulders as she spotted a worthy bit of prey on the opposite side of the square. Mmm, that one would do nicely. "And no, S'rei wasn't little. Silly, yes. Little, no. And he wasn't my choice either. You actually let him knock you up." Aliscia was surprised that there was no bitterness in her own tone. Amusement, perhaps. Honestly, of course. But... no bitterness. Hmm. An issue to be explored at another time, she decided. Another time after one of the men here had given her a good dance or two. "Now, if you'll excuse me, weyrwoman, I have some hunting to do." Without a backward glance at Savitri, Aliscia moved smoothly outside of the dancing square. R'wign was ignored. Not her target, that one. She recognized that brownrider, she did, and he was not the object of her pursuit, not looking as... ugly... as he was. Closer she crept until she could sidle her little body alongside the male. Poor thing. He had no idea he was being targeted. "You look unaccompanied," she purred up at him, eyes focused intently on his face. "I don't suppose I could inspire you to show some good manners and ask me to dance, could I?" Subtlety was not Aliscia's strong suit, and though she sensed a certain degree of discontent from Tanith, the greenrider was set in her plans to actually enjoy herself. Perhaps if this fine young specimen wasn't a moron, she would actually get something more out of it. She had been craving that something fierce for sevendays. Following her friend with longing eyes, Savitri gracelessly settled herself in her chair and made a concerted effort to not look as dejected as she felt. Looking sad would only result in pity, which would inspire the need to throw things at whomever was stupid enough to offer patronizing words. The goldrider wanted to dance so badly, but she had already seen the looks she was getting from a few of the holdwomen. Oh, yes... what fun it was to eye the pregnant, solitary goldrider. She fancied the gossip would be ever so freely flowing later. Hmph. Well, they could gossip all they wanted. She would sit there and try to not watch the dancers with too much longing in her eyes. No, no, she was fine sitting there outside of the fun, despite the fact that she wore her flat-soled, embroidered tan dancing slippers. Her hair was loose, tumbling in gentle waves to the upper part of her back. She had left it loose for her weyrmate... though he seemed to be notably absent in appreciating it. Her very light brown skirt, ruffled so that it would twirl and move as she did, had been adjusted a bit to suit her midsection, and the seaming just beneath the bust of her pale green top was just enough to emphasize the still-present curves of her gravid form. Savitri had fought to find the right fabric for the top and had finally settled on a shade that very nearly matched her own eyes. The sleeves ended just past her shoulders, but the ruffles continued along the back of her arms to her elbows. A whimsical addition, but now she thought it appropriate that she had indulged her feminine instincts. She deserved to look pretty, shardit, even if she couldn't show off her outfit by dancing. She would just keep the chair warm.
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Post by glamourie on Jun 5, 2009 2:35:21 GMT -5
“I see you ditched the greenrider.” There was a definite note of pleasure in Ka’rys’s voice, perhaps disproportionate to his words. His arms looped gently over the back of the chair to slide around Savitri’s shoulders from behind as he crouched down and leaned forward. His chin rested on the inside of her shoulder and he tilted his head slightly, until his temple and hers were leaning against one another. His fingers laced together over her chest and he smiled. Chair between them or not, there was definitely no denying the obvious affection in that one gesture. Ka’rys was not a creature prone to outward attention after all, and only someone who was very important to him would merit something so public. Savitri was most definitely important to him, even if she frustrated him at times. Only the most unobservant individual would miss the blatant fact that Ka’rys was not fond of Aliscia. He’d run off on his own in the beginning of the Gather to avoid being around her, and most of his time was spent in the glass crafter stall. He’d purchased quite a nice set of wind chimes, decorated with starbursts tipped in gold, and he thought them beautiful; he’d have to show Savitri later, but he’d put them away with Ciceroth (the bronze was lounging on the outskirts of the Hold showing off). He’d have liked to visit the toy stall with Savitri, but -- he knew better than to ask her to abandon her friend while shopping. She’d eventually come around, he knew, and see, see, she had. Just not soon enough for him to avoid wanting to strangle a completely different greenrider (and her obnoxious blue fire lizard; how he was growing to abhor all flits other than Ophelie). His arms dropped and he leaned over the side of the chair to get a better look at her face before batting casually at a strand of Savitri’s hair. “I bought a set of wind chimes for Ras to play with and keep us up all night long. They’re pretty; I hope you don’t mind,” he said as his arms dropped away, and he rose to his feet. His hands rested on her shoulders, rubbing them gently, before he leaned back down to look at her. For all appearances, he looked simply curious, but -- Ka’rys was never just curious. He always had ulterior motives for the things that he did, the questions that he asked, and that particular afternoon was no different. “How’s the movement in that skirt, anyway?” One hand dropped down to brush over the side of the light brown material before he moved to stand next to Savitri. “It’s not too tight on you, is it…? I didn’t get a chance to look you over when we first got here, because you were busy hanging around with her.” And he made ‘her’ sound like the absolute worst insult possible; Ka’rys had a gift for that. For all appearances, Ka’rys was as dressed up as Savitri… though the change was less dramatic to those who didn’t know him. Those who did would know Ka’rys typically preferred muted shades of gray and black, with very little color interspersed in between. He wore black slacks that he did not bother to tuck into his boots, and the slacks were stitched up the side with bronze lacing that shimmered when it caught the light. His boots were black and slightly scuffed, but not all that worn; for their age, they actually looked new… but then, Ka’rys hated shoes and for him to bother with them was nearly a miracle. He finished the outfit with a dark brown tunic that hung at the middle of his thighs, with long sleeves that draped halfway over his hands, and a black leather belt with gold buckle and studs was draped around his waist. All in all, for Ka’rys it was remarkably dressy. Coupled with the slight trimming of his hair, he looked so much more sophisticated than usual as to be staggering. Ka’rys didn’t notice -- but the outfit wasn’t meant for him; it was meant for the sulking gold rider. “I hope it’s not, or those afternoon dance lessons with Kale will go to waste, and I really think she’d resent it if I wasted her time,” Ka’rys mused, one hand coming up to toy with the stud in his left ear. “She’s been in such a testy mood, I’d hate to incur her wrath…” * * * * * * * * * * Performing? R’wign blinked and looked himself over for a moment before offering Kaegan a lopsided and silly grin; partially-spawned by the fact that he knew he looked ridiculous, mostly intending to amuse. In a manner of speaking, he was performing, just not for Kaegan… or the public. Yet, anyway. Considering his temperament, it really was only a matter of time before he did something to draw all the eyes of the Gather-goers to him, though. R’wign was flamboyant by nature, and very good at attracting attention to himself when he wanted to. The outfit did that nicely, but… he was also definitely on the intoxicated side. Two bottles of wine did that. It really was only a case of when rather than if; R’wign was definitely going to do something ridiculous before the Gather was out and Checkoth took him home… “The weyrlingmaster doesn’t have any control over me any more now than he did when I first impressed, gorgeous; do you really think I’d listen to the likes of Sel’n? Besides -- it is my color, isn’t it?” R’wign replied to Sara, grasping the ends of the skirt. He offered her a flourishing bow that may or may not have been mocking. “You ought to see me dance. I rival any of the harpers here.” Turning back to Scipio, R’wign whistled in greeting and then squinted at Kaegan. One hand went to his waist in a mock display of the way women often stood (one hand on hips) and he cocked his head to the side. “Do I look like a performer to you, Weyrwoman?” he inquired, intentionally making his voice sound very serious even though he was anything but. “I’ll have you know that I’m far from. My show is for a limited audience indeed, and only those who are worthy get to see.” Then he abruptly spun around and pointed at Sara. “You, madame, are not on that very select list.” From the over-dramatic tone in his voice, it was painfully obvious R’wign meant no offense with his words. It wasn’t often that he did aim to offend anyone, though. R’wign was a playful sort -- never anything serious outside of the infirmary, if it could be helped. Spinning around to face Kaegan (and causing his skirt to flare), the weyrling brown rider pointed at her suggestively. “You, on the other hand, are on the exclusive list for a show. Tell me, Weyrwoman, would you like to dance…? I promise I’m not as bad as I look; I dance much better than I sing.” From out of the back of his backpack, a single head peeked. Eyes whirling, Crash flopped right out of the black leather bag and moved to sprawl across the table, earning a worried glance from R’wign. The bronze quickly fluted to alert everyone that he was just fine, thank you, and then he bounced to his feet. Ruffling his wings playfully, he turned to look at Saraina and gave a flute that could only be described as flirtatious. Kaegan and the other fire lizards were all but ignored in favor of the pretty, pretty lady (and because she was female, she was astoundingly pretty to Crash -- he liked all women, or females in general). Crash moved forward and then spread his wings in a playful bow before chattering a greeting to Zor happily; was this his? So pretty, she was~ He wanted a pretty, too. He just had a fake pretty. Hispet was not very good at being pretty at all.
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Post by Rowana on Jun 6, 2009 0:43:40 GMT -5
Farryl turned to see a blond haired young man addressing her. She smiled sweetly. He was rather handsome and polite, though she didn't know him off hand. What did it matter? This was a gather! She wasn't here to sit like a lump. Farryl rushed her skirts and dipped in a half bow, half curtsy motion. "I'd be delighted," she agreed and took his Nautic's hand. Hobbs whistled cheerfully from her shoulder, humming pleasantly to the tune of the music.
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Post by Tashe on Jun 6, 2009 19:06:17 GMT -5
"I'm oh-so-sure you can." Running a hand through her short hair, Saraina smirked in amusement. She would bet her marks that the Weyrlingrider was a little more than tipsy. Glancing between her Flitter and R'wign, she rolled her eyes. "For some reason, I don't feel like I'm missing out by not being on it." Tilting her head slightly as a flitter tumbled onto the table, the Bluerider looked at the little male oddly. The Weyrling had gotten another firelizard? What was with that guy? He seemed to attract pets like a Rising female attracted males, and possibly just as quickly. Lifting Zor to her shoulder, Saraina leaned forward to inspect the Bronze. He was rather... scrawny, wasn't he? "Hello?" Feeling Scipio leap back onto her other shoulder, she could only guess what her two Blues were thinking. She shifted her attention back onto Kaegan momentarily. "If you go, be careful you don't step on her... I mean his, skirts."
Eying the Bronze warily, Zor fluttered his wings as he repositioned himself on his Human's shoulder. He didn't like the fact the other male was trying to flirt with His, especially since he was a metallic. Lashing his tail he turned to look at Saraina, she wouldn't choose this one over him would she? No of course not! That Bronze belonged to the silly Brownhuman, she wasn't going to choose him for anything. Chirping at the Bronze, Zor snuggled closer to Hispet's neck smugly. Lets see that Bronze get to do that! He glanced over to the youngone, noticing that the other Blue was watching the Bronze meticulously.
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"Actually... yes." Raising an eyebrow, Kaegan let the smile that had been playing tug-of-war with her lips win. Propping her elbow up on the back of her chair, she placed her chin in her hand, nodding in amusement. A limited audience? R'wign was certainly acting very... silly tonight. She wondered quietly if Sara's accusation's of too much alcohol were entirely true. It again was something that wouldn't surprise her, given the situation and timing of the Gather. Watching him as he spun around, Kaegan bobbed her foot in time to the music that was playing. "Oh? I'm on the list?" Resisting the urge to kick Sara under the table for her comment, the Goldrider got up from her seat and gave R'wign another smile.
"I would love to dance. Although I haven't heard you sing... so, I'll just have to take your word on the dancing much better part." Ah shards, it was a Gather! She certainly didn't care if she was seen dancing with a man in a skirt.
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Offering the Firelizard a smile, Nautic waited for two counts before pulling Farryl into a gentle spin to start off the dance. "Ah, so you are a Dragonrider." Her knots proclaimed her rank quite clearly. "I knew I had seen you before, I just couldn't place where." The candidate offered the Rider a smile as they moved across the dance floor. "I am Nautic... Unfortunately I have no Bond to proudly share my name with. I have yet to become so lucky." Although he respected Dragonriders to the highest degree, he had a love for their cousins. Whers were the unsung heroes of the Threadfighing (and now warring) world. He also thought they were magnificent looking creatures, despite what most people thought.
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Post by dragon on Jun 7, 2009 15:49:59 GMT -5
Saeo's brother was odd. C'oar had decided that a long time ago. Why the short little lad was trailing around after him like he was, C'oar didn't know. He mostly suspected Saeo had posted him as a watchdog or something like that. At first he hadn't minded, but all the continuous questions about dragons were starting to get on his nerves. C'oar was carefully not letting that show, however, understanding how a young lad could be so enamored with flying dragons. But still ... why hadn't he asked Saeo all this stuff?
He'd tried to lose Amone once already by trying to send him after someone. Who they were C'oar had no idea, but they had been walking fast. And since C'oar couldn't move very fast at all, he'd sent Amone scurrying after them, and then tried to vanish. Unfortunately, after said person had managed to lose Amone, the young lad had managed to relocate C'oar a lot easier than C'oar would have liked to admit.
Resigned to having a tag along, C'oar decided that maybe he ought to locate Saeo. And see if maybe the lad would transfer his stickiness back to her. Or something. That and she'd asked for a pie or something. Which was easy enough to do. After asking Frosstyth to locate her, he'd started resolutely toward the dance square.
Once there ... finally ... it was actually easier than he'd thought to locate her. Making his way toward where she was bugging Ke'rin. "I had wondered where you'd got off to." C'oar mentioned, leaning on his staff. "I didn't know you danced. Ke'rin." He greeted, amiably. "She's not annoying you too much is she?" He teased, lightly.
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