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Post by Administrator on May 4, 2008 10:10:06 GMT -5
The night has fallen! Glowlamps are being set up around the dance square, and the harpers have set up their things. One begins to play a jaunty tune on the pipes, soon joined by the rest of the troupe.
The dance has begun!
((This thread is open to everyone and anyone. Have a dance partner in mind? Drag them here! This is the place for romance to bloom!))
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Post by Administrator on May 6, 2008 7:39:35 GMT -5
Shmee didn't plan on dancing. For one, she would physically be unable to last long on the dancing square, but she also didn't want to. She couldn't dance with someone other than S'rei. Were he here, she might've done that just to tease him, but no. She couldn't even think about it. So, with a bottle of juice and a couple pies, she settled over in a corner where she could watch the happy couple begin a waltz-step. She probably shouldn't stay long, she reasoned. After all, she needed to fly straight back to the Weyr, which could take a while. Sitting at her table, she looked around at all the people. Lots of girls her age-- young girls-- were giggling nervously on the sideline, murmuring to themselves and occasionally pointing to a gaggle of boys. It was odd that Shmee couldn't do that with a group of friends anymore. She frowned. She couldn't imagine that sort of relaxation and free-spiritedness anymore. Her life had been so much fuller than those girls, and she felt as though she had been robbed of something. And yet... She put a hand on her belly. Her babe had lapsed into silence, perhaps asleep, Shmee liked to think. She had known love. Those girls only knew dreams.
Robika was coming out onto the dance square, however... drunk. Why she had spent some of her earnings on a bottle of the harsh Tillek red was a mystery, and Shmee watched with mild alarm. She had never seen Robika drunk, but it wasn't bound to be pretty. The woman stumbled onto the square, her breath laced with the scent of wine. She looked around with a goofy half-smile. "Hey," she mumbled to a girl close by to her. "Wanna dance?" the fact that she hadn't even registered what the girl looked like-- or that Robika didn't need to dance with another girl when she had Zadari-- didn't bother her in the slightest.
Shmee shook her head. She couldn't hear what her friend was saying, but it was bound to be bad. Nonetheless, she didn't move. She poured herself some juice blandly. Would you like to go home soon?[/color] Aslath asked gently. Yes, Shmee replied. As soon as she finished her juice, anyway.
E'ri, too, settled down at a table. He had both kids in hand, deciding to allow Cezine some time to dance if she felt like it. He could handle the babes alone for a bit. They were sleeping, anyway. He chuckled, gazing around the square. He had no desire to dance. E'ri was the sort of man who would never touch a woman unless he had strong connections with her, and especially with his feeling of loyalty toward Mal, dancing was out of the question. Lura, holding Liralla by the hand, approached E'ri with a look of exaggerated boredom.
"Liralla wants to dance," she explained, looking down at Liralla. The young girl was wrestling with her mother's tight hold to escape. E'ri chuckled.
"So I see," he replied with amusement. He and Lura had become good friends. They had both lost their loves at the same time, so it was a blessing they had each other. The relationship was purely platonic, of course, but it didn't stop people from whispering about them. He sighed. Gossip never let anyone be at peace.[/size]
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Post by missa on May 6, 2008 8:20:49 GMT -5
Beka had quite quickly figured out that her flitts were quite good at bullying her into doing what they wanted, not what she wanted. Beka wanted to stay away from the music, so what did Pita and Anai do? They made a whole heap of noise until she went towards the music. Never mind she'd never danced a step in her life, never mind that even though she'd once wished to be a part of the crowds of a gather as a child, she didn't like them now. Oh no, Anai and Pita wanted to go this way, so it was at the dance square Beka found herself.
"Right, I'm here, will you go away now? You two are as bad as K'lir and Thoth put together." Of course, for Anai, this wasn't an insult, she was still rather fond of K'lir, even if getting near him was quite a bit of trouble with Calistoth not liking her all that much, Pita on the other hand merely snapped at her ear angrily. "Thoth." The whine was aloud, batting one hand at the brown as she skirted around a group of girls, "make him cut it out." It is amusing though, and just because you don't know how to dance, doesn't mean someone won't ask you. They'd better not, I'm not making a fool of myself. If K'lir showed up, at least then she'd have someone to talk to. "I hate you, I really, really hate the both of you." Anai merely cheeped and nuzzled into her bonded's cheek, trilling quietly to the music.
It wasn't until the blue weyrling saw Lura that she actually thought about going over, Anai settling it by going over there herself to greet both Lura and Liralla, with a flick of her tail at E'ri. Never mind that it was rude. Since when did Anai care about that? "Anai get your tail back here, before I give you to the kitchen workers for meat." You wouldn't. Try me. Finally grabbing her flitt while side stepping around Liralla and Lura, Beka paused, she'd been close to Lura, she liked Lura, but wasn't comfortable with E'ri. Finally she settled for whispering an uncomfortable greeting to the green rider, giving her a quick hug(the only time she'd ever hugged a person in public), before bending down to say hello to Liralla. Would the little girl even remember her? Beka herself had been busy with her lessons, and Thoth, and other winged nuisances that she wasn't happy enough with to name. "Hello Liralla."
{They other will come when my fingers aren't freezing off....}
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Post by boober on May 6, 2008 10:06:27 GMT -5
“You have pie filling on your shirt.” Cezine couldn’t help but laugh as she brought attention to the dark spot on C’lryn’s tunic. He flushed somewhat, but grinned nonetheless.
“Well, it was hot.” The green weyrling laughed again.
“You mean you were being greedy and tried to eat it too quickly.”
“Yeah, something like that.”
The two weyrlings were out on the dance floor enjoying themselves. C’lryn wasn’t a spectacular dancer, but he could manage without trodding on Cezine’s feet. The green weyrling on the other hand lived for dancing; it had been so long since she’d attended a Gather that she’d forgotten how much fun dancing could be. She was nimble and graceful on the floor, implying that she knew far more than the simple waltz-step they were doing now; she was merely indulging her fellow weyrling’s lack of dancing skills. But she didn’t mind; the Gather had been wonderful, a rarely-gotten chance for her to truly let her hair down and be the carefree, fun-loving girl she’d been before her abduction. It was true that she’d had to care for the twins while at the Gather, but it wasn’t something she minded. It was the least she could do for E’ri having invited her .
A quiet laugh spread through the air near Robika as Aryna seemed to materialize out of the growing gloom of the evening. “Robika, if you want someone to dance with, I’d be happy to.” Her tone was sweet and cheery at once, her words slightly slurred. Seems that Robika wasn’t the only one who’d dipped into the wine that evening. Aryna’s slender frame seemed emphasized by her Gather attire, which at first appeared to be a dress but on closer appearance proved to be a long tunic over a pair of loose trousers. Soft-soled boots finished it off. It was all in soft shades of gray, which brought out her pale eyes splendidly, making them look even more odd than they usually did. The brown rider’s long black hair was pulled back into a long plait down her back, sufficient for the Gather but simple.
Cezine and C’lryn parted, deciding to switch partners for a while. Rather than find someone else to dance with however, the green weyrling all but skipped off the floor and bounced over to the table where E’ri was seated with the twins. There was no doubt that she was happy and having a good time. “Good evening” was spoken politely to Lura before she plopped down on the bench, her hands in her lap. It was only then that she realized she might have interrupted something and glanced apologetically at the blue rider. “Are you going to dance? I can watch the babies if you want.” After all, that was really what she was there for, wasn’t it? As soon as she sat down, Sky joined her, hopping onto her shoulder and wrapping his tail around her neck with a soft croon.
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Post by Tashe on May 6, 2008 21:02:22 GMT -5
Quietly entering the dance square, the young woman seemed to simply float behind the pair of girls that had drifted in front of her, both seeming vibrant in comparison to the Queenrider. Her curly red hair had been bound back by small delicate flower hairpins, pulling and placing her hair around her face so that her eyes were accented. Yet those weary green optics never left the floor as she silently wove her way through the slowly growing crowd, though the graceful way she moved had to draw at least a few sets of eyes. Whisking the fabric of her dress away from a small spill, Kaegan subtly shifted away from the two girls she had come with, if it hadn't been for those two she wouldn't even have been here tonight. In fact, the Goldrider would have been sitting in the Weyrlingmaster's apartment and playing a good game of chess.
Even the dress she was wearing had been picked out for her, although her supplier was a surprising change of feminist attitude. Saraina had nearly stuffed the dress in into her arms, saying that she had no need of it and that the Goldrider was around her size. If there was an alternative motive, Kaegan hadn't had a chance to ask it because by the time she had recovered, the young ex-thief had exited the room as if she hadn't been there in the first place. The dress itself was of a leafy green material which seems to shimmer slightly in the glowlight, while a dainty fawn color lined the areas around the cuffs and borders. It wasn't an extremely fancy dress, in fact it was a rather simple pattern, it was the way it flowed like liquid when she moved that entranced her. It was exactly the type of dress that Kaegan considered her favorite, simple but also able to be considered lovely. How Saraina knew that out of all of her hidden dresses that this was one that she would like was beyond the young Weyrwoman.
"Azie..." Stroking the blob of Bronze on her left shoulder, Kaegan located the nearest unoccupied table before settling down into the wooden chair. The Firelizard was her company for the dance, since she had wondered off from Gina and Saraina. Sighing, the young woman crossed her legs before propping her head up with a hand as she rested her arm on the table. "...they look like spinning flowers." Her comment was directed toward her little bronze, but it was about the dancers on the floor.
(The other two will come in a moment)
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Post by Tashe on May 6, 2008 22:23:26 GMT -5
"Shut. Up." Clenching and unclenching her fist, the raven headed woman had to use all of her will power to not flat out kill her friend.
"But your so pretty."
"Thats it. I'm going to go put on some pants and a tunic." Whipping around and directing a glare at her friend, Saraina tried to storm off in a huff, but Gina's quick thinking stopped her in mid-step. Growling unhappily, the Blueweyrling reluctantly let herself be dragged along, wishing to all the beings on the planet that she could get a moment to slip out of the dress she had been forced into. It was a pretty Red dress, and to Saraina the only good thing about it was that it was easy enough to move around in, she could even fight in it if need be. The sleeveless dress gave the Bluerider freedom from the night's humidity, and the dress was short enough that it fell to just above her knees, which was (to her) neither to long nor to short. The body of the dress followed her curves, that which have finally filled out to an acceptable size and width, giving her an hour glass appearance. And if it wasn't for Gina nearly hogtying her down and forcing the dress onto her, Saraina would have come to the dance perfectly happy and in some pants and a tunic.
"Come on!"
Looking behind her as the Greenweyrlig's voice somehow jogged her memory, Sara wasn't to surprised to find the Junior Weyrwoman missing from the trio's midsts. Good. At least one of us wont have to suffer beside this crazy woman. Although her worry wasn't sparked by the Goldriders disappearance, she had her firelizard with her and he knew where to go if something happened. Looking back to Gina, Sara sighed quietly before trudging along behind her, deciding that next to the Greenweyrling she was going to be unnoticeable. For the other girl had on a vivid sky blue dress which had wisps of silver drawn across it like the clouds high above. The sparkle of her dress matched the sparkle in her eyes, drawing her irises out from their dull blue and into a brighter shade. Curves up-played for this special occasion, made the normally conservative girl more playful than ever, hopping to attract the attention of both men... and women.
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Cavelieran fixed his light blue waist sash before sauntering into the open air of the Dance square, for once happy to be assaulted by the smells and sounds of populated party life. It had been a while since the Dolphineer had been around people, so the Gather couldn't have happened at a more perfect time. He had just come back from a circuit run with his Raidy, and two months without people proved for a very deprived Journeyman. Grinning as the young man tapped the toe of his newly shinned boot on the ground, Cavelieran tried to pick out some familiar faces in the crowd. There were many Blossom Holdfolk in their finest milling about, but there were also a good handful of Selenitas riders scattered here and there. A single step forward took the Journeyman right into the edge of the thronging crowd, though it didn't take much to maneuver his way through it. Pulling down at his dark blue tunic, Cavelieran finally made his way to a chair near the dance floor. Sitting down with a thoughtful look, the Dolphineer brushed some dirt from his dark slacks as he began to decide who he would ask to dance. He was there to dance, and Farnath forbid if he didn't!
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Post by randi on May 7, 2008 0:03:01 GMT -5
Browsing through the stalls alone had been peaceful, serene, even if the occasional merchant tried to bother him. Of course, as darkness began to fall, he fled like a moth to a light to the dancing square. K'nam had been grateful for the time alone, even though a few people had commented on his appearance. The dragonrider was not completely happy with being dressed up, his hair pushed away from his face. He felt fancy, which made him concious of every enemy speck of dirt that would threaten his cleanliness. However, he forced himself to relax as he entered the crowd near dancing.
Dusting off his dark green shirt with a little dissatisfaction, he glanced down at his nice boots and black pants. All in all, he had probably wore this outfit about five times before now, each occasion making him more nervous than the last, simply because dressing up just felt... weird.
He glanced at the people already there, trying to spy a free table which he could occupy until Bearinth forced him with vague threats to be social or until the Gather ended. Spying one, he wove through the other people, trying not to seem rude to people he knew and people he didn't. His vision was cut off from the table as he drew through a large group of who he assumed were Blossom holdfolk, and, when he emerged, found himself with an occupied table.
At first he felt only annoyance and a tad bit unhappy that he was, at this rate, going to be forced to split open his serenity to be talkative to the person who had taken his table, but was forced to stop when he realized who it was. Kaegan was going to think he was a stalker eventually; he always seemed to run into her. He felt a smile tugging at his lips, however, as he took a moment to look her over. She looked... wow.
He felt his heart hammer, and wondered silently if she danced. He hadn't in a long time, but K'nam was sure he remembered most of the important things. Yet, he didn't feel enough courage in him to ask her just yet. "Are these seats taken?" He asked quietly, waiting to see if she wanted him to go away, because, really, she ought to be sick of his company by now.
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Arienne had fairly rushed to get changed, though had examined herself with the vanity of a much prettier woman before leaving her home. Once she entered the dancing square, she was immediatly on the lookout for Roican, her light brown eyes focusing on faces she knew and faces she didn't.
The glowlights revealed on her a bright red dress, one that had been made by the time of her loving mother, who had insisted on staying out of her way for the night, as if she expected Arienne to return with a boy on each arm and interesting intentions. While the idea did seem a bit on the exciting side, all she really wanted to do right now was dance.
The crimson dress swung to her knees, clinging to her body. A single strap supported it, winding behind her neck before alighting on the next side. Golden theads wove a dolphin over her heart, a small touch that her mother had decided on without Arienne's knowledge. Nonetheless, the fabric was soft, small, and allowed her to move. Now, all she needed was a partner. Where was Roican?
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Post by Kisha-Ra on May 7, 2008 11:20:15 GMT -5
Razi weaved through the crowds unsteadily, clutching a bottle of truly vile Tillek white in her left hand. Probably the only reason not even her brother had tried to take the bottle from her was that the greenrider looked more than prepared to brain anyone who attempted to do so.
Razi and wine tended not to mix, it either made too happy or far, far too angry, and she could flash from one to the other very quickly indeed. RaMine, I think you’ve had too much of that, I want to go home.[/color] Kismeth put in her comment. The green didn’t like the release of inhibition that drink gave hers, and she didn’t care for the mood her rider would display in the morning either.
Why? I’m fine Kizzi, really. I don’t want to go yet. The dancing’s started. Relax and listen to the harpers will you? You like music. Kismeth grumbled, though her chosen couldn’t hear her, she hated that silly name Razi only used when she was well into a bottle, hated being told to relax, hated this. The green lashed her tail, sighed, and put her muzzle on her forefeet with a long suffering expression.
Razi ignored her dragon’s mood and plopped gracelessly down onto an unoccupied bench, putting the wine bottle down with the exaggerated care of one who is drunk, knows it, and doesn’t want anyone else to notice.
Redaro wandered aimlessly among the stalls, fighting down the urge to throttle a shady looking mercant who offered to sell him firelizard eggs at very reasonable prices. Clearly the man had mistaken Redaro for someone with marks and without three firelizards already attached to him, literally, as Insi rode on his left shoulder in her usual manner and Jinka was currently engaged in a shoving match with Telba over who was going to get sole custody of his right.
Truth be known, Redaro had tired of the gather earlier in the day, as he’d hitched his lift this morning, but the dragonrider he’d come with wanted to stay for the dancing. Redaro didn’t know if he could dance, he suspected not as he’d never really tried, but he liked music well enough, though most of the songs he knew were not the kind commonly sung in public.
Once Redaro had found somewhere to sit and listen he evicted all three of his ‘lizards from his body and onto the bench beside him. From there all three took wing, Jinka and Telba moving gracefully over the heads of the dancers, while poor Insi flashed into and out of between to gain height and glided serenely over the heads of the gathered crowd.
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Post by kysseh on May 7, 2008 11:49:32 GMT -5
It was with great enthusiasm that K'von headed toward the dancing square, a bounce in his step as he moved. This was the first real social gathering he had been to in over a Turn, and he was greatly enjoying just mingling with people, feeling the crowds around him. He knew no one, but that bothered him little. Just watching the people go past, haggling over trinkets and things and gossiping, was entertainment enough. He had missed this sort of activity.
I wasn't entertainment enough? Dohulth plied teasingly in the back of his mind, and K'von knew the dragon was only joking. Dohulth knew he was first in K'von's heart, but he rarely passed up an opportunity to tease. Dragon and human were alike in that respect. It is good to hear that you're enjoying yourself. You need to dance. Find someone. the brown insisted, entertained by the mental eye-rolling he got in response. You were planning on dancing, weren't you?
Why else would I be here? K'von replied as he edged around the perimeter of the dancing square, glancing about for an unpartnered female to ask for a dance. He was a decent dancer, if a little out of practice, so he hoped to not make a complete fool of himself. Now, it fell to simply finding someone...
Following the movement of the crowds, Savitri made her way to the dancing square, not all that keen on dancing but interested in watching. She had had a good day, browsing through the Gather and looking through all the stalls. Nothing had really caught her fancy, but it had been fun to look, though there was a nagging thought at the back of her mind that she should probably have stayed at the weyr to help out, to get things organized, and to get ahead on her studies. For once, though, she had pitched her bossy, busybody conscience aside and opted to just take an afternoon for herself.
She had no inclination to dance, though, and she planned to make herself quite comfortable somewhere on the sidelines. Tucking a stray strand of light hair behind one ear, she glanced about as she made her way through the tables, trying to find an open, quiet place to sit. There were so many people! She carefully avoided what looked like a drunk couple of girls--they looked familiar, likely from the weyr--and headed toward a quieter-looking corner. The crowds, while initially entertaining, were starting to become just a bit wearying.
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Post by dalina on May 7, 2008 17:22:25 GMT -5
Coralt made his way across the dance square, looking for a place to sit. He’d already danced a few dances, but he was looking to untangle himself from the overeager female holdgirl who’d attached herself to him. He was a bit of a flirt, but she was just plain annoying. It took a lot for the soft-tempered candidate to think that, but he was thoroughly irritated by the way she clung to his arm and kept giggling. A little femininity was fine, but he needed a girl who was willing to follow him around after meeting him once. He was a bit traditional, he wanted to chase her.
Seeing a quiet table, he headed over there to take a seat. He didn’t notice until he was almost to the seat that there was already a girl seated there. “Hello,” he greeted her, taking a seat. He grinned at her with a friendly air, running his fingers through his hair rakishly. A lock had kept falling in front of his eyes which he was dancing and he was trying to firmly get it out of his face. “I’m Coralt,” he continued, introducing himself, “do you mind if I sit here?” He didn’t wish to infringe upon her quiet if she didn’t wish him to.
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Post by Tashe on May 7, 2008 22:48:05 GMT -5
After a while of searching, Kaegan had finally been able to pick out the Weyrling pair she had come with, quietly happy that the two had already been asked to dance. Gina looked as if she was having the time of her life, while on the other hand, Sara looked as if she found the physical contact disconcerting. Giving the two girls a hidden smile, the Weyrwoman began to pet the bronze flitter once more, letting her mind wonder to the musicians. Kaegan's father had taught her the basics of the harp, but she couldn't even compare to the Masters who were playing at this event, she couldn't even compare to a talented apprentice. Smiling as her foot bobbed to the rhythm of the beat, the Queenrider watched as the dancers on the floor twirled in unison, each of the womens' skirts flaring out like a Toy Top.
"Are these seats taken?"
She didn't have to look at the man to know who he was, though the young woman did so anyways, for she had heard his voice often enough to be able to identify him. Switching her gaze from the musicians to the Bronzerider, it was clear that Kaegan's vacant expression had transformed into one of gratefulness. She had thought that she would have to spend the night alone with no one but Gina and Sara to talk to, but at the moment, her vocal cords didn't want to work. If she had thought K'nam had looked wonderful before, now he simply looked marvelous. Although as her eyes picked out the color of his shirt, Kaegan couldn't help but smile even larger. "We match." Motioning to the empty chair, the Junior Weyrwoman happily interlaced her fingers. "Yes please, sit!"
(others will come next)
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Post by Administrator on May 8, 2008 21:43:53 GMT -5
"Ma!" Liralla complained still trying to drag her mother to the dance floor. Her brown hair had originally been brushed today, but now it was wild from her running about. Nevertheless, she still looked cute, only now her hair made her look slightly mischievous. Her blue eyes are her messy brown hair just seemed to spell the word 'danger.' Lura sighed, her grip on the girl's hand as tight as ever. "Not now, 'Ralla," she said sternly. E'ri chuckled, shifting positions with the babes. However, Malerik's little leg brushed against his bandaged stomach, and he hissed. Lura frowned. "Are you all right?" she asked, her voice gruff, but concerned. He nodded, a scowl hard on his face. Lura was silent for a moment, simply frowning down at E'ri while lazily tugging at Liralla's hand. Then, suddenly, a flitter appeared out of nowhere. She raised an eyebrow. All of her flitters were off napping near the lake. And E'ri's flitter was blue, not green...
She blinked. Beka had walked up from seemingly out of nowhere to hug her. Smiling a little, she wrapped her arms loosely around Beka, returning the hug. "Hello, sweetie," she said, looking back over to E'ri. He shrugged, amused. "Beka, this is E'ri. He's a good friend of mine," she told the girl easily. Hopefully, she wouldn't be nervous around him. It would be awkward to have to leave E'ri for the sake of talking to Beka. Fortunately, the girl seemed preoccupied with Liralla, who looked up at her curious. "Hi," the little girl replied with a bright smile. Of course, she didn't remember Beka since she had Impressed and become too busy to babysit. But Liralla loved meeting people regardless!
E'ri shook his head, smiling. Lura shrugged at him indifferently, but a new person had joined the group. Looking over at Cezine, E'ri smiled. Lura frowned, nodding slowly in response to the greeting. She wasn't sure what she thought about Cezine. She didn't like that E'ri had hired a young girl to help out with his children. It was reassuring, however, that E'ri wasn't the type to have a motive behind hiring her. "Hello," he replied softly, amused. "Having fun dancing?" he asked cheerfully. It was almost cute, how carefree she could be at the gather. It was good that not everything had to be so somber.
Her second question merely made him chuckle. "I don't dance," he said firmly. "I can watch the babes. You go dance; go play your siren call for the boys out in the square, and have a fun time," he added with a low chuckle. As for him? He was going to be somber the rest of his life. He had seen and felt too much to be as carefree as Cezine could be tonight. That thought in itself was very sobering.
Lura's eyes had relocated once again. There was Zamora... admiring Jinka from afar. She groaned. Apparently he hadn't forgotten about her. He crooned, soaring over the dancers to catch up to the green. Had she missed him? It had seemed like such a long time since he had last seen her!
Shmee had briefly taken note of Kaegan's entrance. She seemed to be recovering well from her injuries. Was she still as burned as Shmee was and hiding it? The Weyrwoman sighed. This gather was just making her feel more and more lonely. Nobody seated beside her, nobody to talk to, nobody to dance with... But the odd creature inside her, sleepily it seemed, gave a gentle nudge. Shmee managed a half-smile. Well, she wasn't completely alone. Looking around again, she relaxed slightly as she saw a woman approach Robika. Robika wouldn't be the type to do anything beyond flirting with other people, especially in her relationship with Zadari.
Unfortunately, Robika seemed to have other plans. She ogled at Aryna's chest for a good solid moment before wrenching her warm brown eyes up to the brownrider's face. "Sure," she replied, not minding a dance with Aryna at all. Awkwardly, she swung one hand around Aryna's waist and took her other hand, and perhaps pressed her body a little too close for comfort to Aryna's. "You smell nice," Robika commented. And she was so soft, too! She was almost tempted to just lay her head on the woman's chest, but she resisted the urge. Even when drunk, Robika still had a little bit of common sense.
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Post by randi on May 8, 2008 23:28:13 GMT -5
As Kaegan looked his way, K'nam couldn't help but notice how her face lit up. He couldn't help but be amazed that she was not only not sick of him yet, but that, after a moment's pause in which his heart tudded so loud he was almost sure she heard it as clearly in her own ears as in his, she wanted and welcomed his company. He glanced between them at her comment of them matching, and K'nam almost felt the need to tell her that it had been accidental, though he was sure that in assuring her of his innocence would only bring suspicion. Unable to resist from grinning, he took a seat, being careful of a few tender spots on his hands that still retained a few small burns from that horrible day. "Thank you."
He had found himself unable to keep from thinking of himself as a fool when it came to that subject. There was hardly no doubt in his mind that he had done what was needed, but that the manner in which he had undertook it had put others at risk. K'nam was not, under ordinary circumstances, a spontaneous person, and, since his revelation on his idiocy in his haste, had come to be more slow when it came to decisions.
"How are you?" He asked, knowing that she war probably not fully healed. Part of him wanted to look at the dancers, but found his dark eyes unable to slide off of the goldrider for even a moment, as if she might suddenly vanish, as if he might lose her should he glance elsewhere. Of course, it didn't help that he found her stunning to look at, and forced himself to remain trained on her face unless the slip of his male mind might make him appreciatively glance at other parts of her body. He did not trust his mind; it was the one part of him that could act completely on its own no matter the circumstance.
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"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on May 9, 2008 18:15:38 GMT -5
"Your welcome." Quietly watching as K'nam took the seat opposite of her, the Queenrider happily bounced one of her feet as she waited for the man to speak again. Kaegan wasn't one to grow tired of anyone's company, save for those people who naturally are tiring to be around, and the Bronzerider wasn't any different. She enjoyed his company, he was almost like a calming presence, someone who she could talk to when life began to boil over. Twitching her foot to a stop, the Junior Weyrwoman flicked back the sleeve on her left arm before looking down at it. "I'm alright. Although the burns on my arms and the one on my side still hurt... but the healers just put some poultice and numbweed on them. It'll be a while till they fully heal. Oh and I had to cut some of my hair." Pointing at her shortened hair, Kaegan continued, "Fortunately the amount that was burned wasn't a lot." Rubbing the white bandages that had been layered up her arm, the young woman sighed thoughtfully before returning her attention onto K'nam. "But how are you? Are your burns healing well?"
When she had first heard of what the Bronzerider and the others had done to save herself and Shmee, Kaegan was almost dumbfounded that they had risked their own lives to oust them from the fire. And, although she hated to be unequal, a lot of her gratitude had been directed toward K'nam (mainly because he was the one to actually pull her from the fire). The ex-Benden rider had risen to Kaegan's inner circle in record time, next only to F'rah and Shmee, both of which seemed to have treated her like family from the start. But how she felt about K'nam was a different story indeed, one that had yet to be fully sorted out.
"Oh! How is that 'Mandyr of yours doing? Last time I heard he was doing something drastic again."
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Running a hand through his pain-stakingly softened hair, the young Journeyman happily gave up the woman he was dancing with to a different partner. It wasn't that he hadn't liked the woman, for her dancing was superb, it was the fact she hadn't shut her trap since she had been passed off to him. Quickly stepping off the dance floor, Cavelieran began to skirt the very edge of it, waiting patiently for the song to end and another to begin. At the very edge of his vision, the young man took note of Arienne's appearance through the entrance way, she was one of those people you couldn't /not/ notice. Rolling his eyes slightly as a man stumbled into him, Lier helped the man right himself before resuming his walk around the perimeter of the dance floor. Once, twice, and yet it was on his third time around when he spotted a lone woman sitting quietly, a small half-smile plastered on her face. With the face came a name, and it was now the Dolphineer's turn to smile slightly. The woman had bought him something earlier in the gather, so why not repay her by asking her to dance... that is if she was willing to.
Retracing five of his steps before weaving through the tables, Cavelieran made his way over to the woman's table, fixing his collar on the way. Stopping a respectful distance away, the young Dolphineer preformed a quick bow (as is formal when asking a lady to dance) before extending his hand slightly. "Weyrwoman Shmee? Would you like to dance?"
(Gina and Sara will come later. Even if they don't get asked to dance.)
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Post by missa on May 10, 2008 4:59:56 GMT -5
Beka smiled up at Lura, relaxing as she was introduced to the man, he was a friend of Lura's, that meant he was alright. Still her smile at him was slightly shaky, and she bowed slightly towards him, "Pleasure to meet you sir." She mumbled, stroking Anai for reassurance before resting her cheek against Pita's side. Just knowing that both of them were there was enough to comfort her.
A slightly stronger smile formed at Liralla's greeting, she was so sweet, and she'd grown alot too. Then again, she supposed that was what happened when you didn't see someone for months at a time, maybe, just maybe now Thoth was getting older she could start spending more time with her again. "You wouldn't remember me or Anai, I'm Beka, and the green one's Anai." The green trilled happily in response to her neme, watching the little girl with whirling eyes, she remembered the name, but not the face, Liralla hadn't looked like that last time.
Is that the little girl you used to look after before I chose you and we had to train? Thoth's voice was curious, his voice distracting Beka for a moment from Liralla, Yep, she's cute isn't she? Beka responded affectionately, smiling as Ania stretched out to look at Liralla.
Rielana was quite happy dancign on her own, whether anyone joined her or not, Fiel was a fair enough partner, he didn't step on her feet, and he was keepnig her amused, if her almost constant laughter was anything to go by. Eyes dancing with laughter as she twirled to face her flitter again, the blue skirts of the simple, but pretty gather gown twirled around her knees. She was quite happy with the pale dress, it suited her eyes, was a simple enough style that she didn't feel ridiculous, and even better, it didn't trip up her feet. It had nevr bothered her that most gathers she ended up dancing by herself, the way she saw it, it was one less person to worry about her toes, or theirs. I didn't know you liked to dance. Jeminorth sounded amused, and pleased that her bonded was having a good time.
I love it, you never have to stay still when you're dancing, you can move as much as you like, and no matter how clumsy you are, you can still dance. Rielana replied to her dragon before holding her hand out for Fiel to perch on, attemtping to catch her breath from laughing too hard. The blue merely trilled at her, ruffling his wings sweetly and wrapping his tail about her wrist, gaining a kiss to his wedged head. "You're a wonderful partner, you know that?" She grinned at the happy chirp, kissing his head again.
Why don't you ask someone to dance with you? Fiel must be getting tired. Rielana reluctantly paused, glancing over everyone, most had partners, so that didn't leave many choices... Weaving through the crowd she grinned as she bounced up to C'lryn, "Want to dance?" Smiling brightly, she hled out her hand to her friend, tilting her head to look at Fiel as he trilled quietly, "I'm not replacing you, giving you a rest." She giggled, before turning her attention back to C'lryn, out of all the weyrlings, he was the one she was closest too really, the one she knew best, the only one that didn't mind her chattering.
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