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Post by Administrator on Nov 22, 2007 14:12:47 GMT -5
As the sun began to set, the harpers assembled. Marra was among them, dressed officially, with her hair watched in the hold, and combed back into a stately bun. Her shirt was a large, billowy tunic in harper blue, with dark breeches, whereas most of the other women wore dresses, and the men in tighter shirts. However, all of them had a musical air about them. Some carried pipes, others gitars, others harps, and some had rod-gitars. They murmured among themselves for a moment, last-minute confirmations of what songs were going up when. Marra had to do the first five, then got a nice little break where she would be able to dance for a while before going up for the last couple of songs. She had with her a metal pipe and short-pipe, but she would be singing as well.
A small ensemble of harpers, Marra included, arranged themselves on the stage, doing one last tuning before the gong sounded for the beginning of the dancing. All looked to the first gitarist, who nodded out the beat, and everyone tapped their foot or bobbed their heads in time. With one last emphatic bob of the gitarist's head, the music started, a merry tune with quick strums on the gitars, a rod-gitar fiddling along a quick beat of eighth and sixteen notes, intricate melodies and harmonies coming together in a rush of sound. Marra's metal short-pipe soared high above the other instruments, complicated counter-harmonies with the rod-gitar, building on the drum's sturdy rhythm.
The dance had begun!
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Post by glamourie on Nov 23, 2007 10:03:11 GMT -5
Mm, pie. Rawign frowned as he finished the last of his pie and licked his fingertips, looking thoughtful. He'd had to share part of it with Beggar, who showed up, excitedly chattering that his humanthing for once had food he could nibble on. But aside from that, Rawign was quite happy. Pie usually had that effect on him. He'd managed to purchase a couple different things, which he sent back with Beggar to the Weyr - no doubt the price of the free snack. Over-all, the Gather seemed to be going well, although... it looked like he had a stain on his sleeve? Had he managed to stain his outfit without actually trying? And he'd been so very careful when he was scarfing down all those pies.
Frowning, Rawign slipped away from the food stall, wandering with his head bowed as he examined his sleeve cautiously. There was indeed a bright blue spot on the side of it, staining the dark green material. Curses, pie was mischievous! Shaking his head, Rawign wandered through the crowds, right into the dancing area without so much as a second of regards for where he was going. He was busily staring at the mark on his sleeve, enough that it never occurred to him that people would be dancing until he looked up and saw a couple people filtering out to do exactly that. Rawign raised his eyebrows and rapidly backpedaled away from the group, not wanting to be seen. He had no one to dance with and besides, he couldn't dance even if he wanted to and -- and Marra was on the stage and he was still angry with her for accusing him of following her around. (He'd also have slit his own throat before admitting he was also partially jealous of the attention she was paying to the Harper at the stall. Hmph.)
Still backpedaling, Rawign came to an abrupt stop only when he slammed into someone with force enough to topple him over onto the ground. He didn't look up to see who it was he slammed into, one hand coming up to his forehead to brush long black curls out of his face. His butt hurt, and he'd effectively made a fool out of himself. Wonderful, just wonderful. Especially when Marra was on the stage and could see it; he'd be lucky if she didn't start laughing herself silly in front of everyone. Well, if she did, he'd throttle her, simple as that, right?
"Are you okay?" he asked without looking up, not even knowing if he'd knocked whoever he walked into over or not. "I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going..."
[ Crappy post, sorry, someone can be whoever he ran into? D:! ]
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Nov 24, 2007 1:11:04 GMT -5
It was a handsome couple that entered into the dancing square, one an attractive man in his mid-twenties and, on his arm, a nymphly woman dressed in delicate mauve, her only adornment being the knots of a greenrider on her shoulder, a green sash cinching the simple dress around a now trim waist, and a lovely blue flower threaded into her loose blonde curls. Around her wrist coiled a small green firelizard, dainty and perfect in every way, riding in fine style atop the woman's small hand. Zephyr stirred excitedly at the sounds of the harpers' preparations. Then, as if remembering herself, she straightened her little spine and looked out on the assemblage with haughty superiority.
Her hand moved up his bicep to get his attention, the small blonde standing on tiptoe so that she could speak softly by his ear - though of course she was still several inches below it. As much as her brother was tall, she was quite short. "It's awfully pretty out here, isn't it, F'rah? With the colors of the sun's setting shading everything."
Oh, Lauranna felt so much better after her long bath and the careful grooming she'd put herself through after getting off watch duty at noon. At first she'd been upset that she wouldn't get to see much of the Gather. Now, though, she was grateful that her time with the Weyrlingmaster would be spent with her looking at her best, rather than seeming frazzled after a day amidst the jostling crowds under the sun. This new relationship with the brownrider had deepened over the months. He'd asked her to come to the dance here at Selenitas Hold - and, wonder of all wonders, the idea sounded like an excellent one to her. She'd have plenty of time to analyze the implications of that later. Now, she was simply content.
Then, of course, she noticed the very tall back making straight for her, just having enough time to cement her hold on F'rah's arm before the taller candidate collided with her. Laurie would certainly have ended up flat on her back with the teen on top of her had she not borrowed F'rah's strength by clinging to him so tightly. The greenrider let out a soft, feminine chuckle. "There are better ways to cop a feel, candidate. First off, you were facing the wrong direction..."
She moved around him to help this unknown boy up, mischief in her eyes, while Zephyr glared at him disdainfully. The gall. Running into hers like that. Spreading her arms while she was standing, Laurie stated airily, "See, if you face forward you can actually use your hands." Then she glanced to F'rah, giving him a bright smile. "Of course, maybe it's for the best. I'd hate to see the Weyrlingmaster obligated to fight for my honor. Blood just isn't all that fitting for a Gather." Laurie wrinkled her nose as she said blood, in mock distaste.
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Post by Tashe on Nov 24, 2007 2:24:16 GMT -5
If the woman he was with had been pretty in normal every day clothing, she looked simply radiant tonight. The mauve dress, the green sash, and the blue flower, each made F'rah want to look more than twice over his friend when she wasn't looking. Quietly elated that Lauranna had accepted his offer to the dance, the Weyrlingmaster and wingsecond was actually glad to dress up for once. Even if what he chose wasn't as stunning as the Greenrider's outfit, it was still much dressier than what he normally wore.
A navy blue tunic with a bit of shine to it settled laxly over his torso, softening yet accenting the build of his hard trained body, while black trousers lifted the color of dark color of his shirt. A chocolate brown sash was corded around his waist while his rider knots were located on his chest above his heart, to always remind him of his rank and position. Various other accessories adorned his body such as a sliver locket and a slim silver bracelet, but those trinkets could always be found being worn by the man. They were memories from a innocent day and age...
Sighing quietly as the thought of actually dancing hit him, F'rah blinked as the blond woman wanted his attention. Leaning to the side an inch or so when she rose to her toes to speak, the Weyrlingmaster nodded gently before speaking. "It is quite charming out here. The colors are very beautiful... did I mention you look stunning tonight Laurie?" Although as soon as he had answered her question with one of his own, F'rah watched the collision happen and the weight on his arm increase. Opening his mouth to say something to the un-watchful candidate, the honey haired man quickly shut it as Lauranna took over the situation. Only the greenrider could take a situation like this and turn it into something anyone in a casual state of mind would find funny. Placing his hands behind his back, the Weyrlingmaster joyfully watched Laurie speak to the younger man. Taking a few steps forward as his title was said and detaching one of the hands he had put away, F'rah offered a hand to help the candidate up in good humor.
"Yes, and I'd rather not get blood on my new clothing. Wouldn't be suiting to leave the lovely lady here only go change."
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Post by glamourie on Nov 24, 2007 2:43:30 GMT -5
WHAT? Rawign's eyes turned roughly the size of saucers as a woman's voice reached him and he looked up just in time to see one of the greenriders - Lauranna, her name was Lauranna if he recalled correctly and he made a point to memorize all dragonrider names if he could help it, being neurotic as he was - circling him. The embarrassment he felt tripled as the two helped him up, and he bit his tongue to avoid replying to her statement with something stammered and humiliating. What was it with women and feeling the need to torture him? He was used to most women being quiet, polite and self-contained, not flirtatious, suggestive or... obnoxious, like a certain harper on the stage who he hoped remained oblivious to his presence, though it was doubtful. (She was probably laughing herself silly at him!)
The green firelizard was overlooked, as he was used to females of all species giving him dirty looks. His embarrassment easily coloured his features and he took a step back before bowing his head. Great, just great. First he made a fool of himself in front of Marra and her Harper friend, then Keliris was picking on him repeatedly (he secretly hoped Keliris fell on his face somewhere), and then he made a fool out of himself in front of the Weyrleaders (Someone kill him, please?) and now the Weyrlingmaster and his lovely date. Was there a nice hole he could crawl into and die somewhere? Or at least hibernate until a time when the riders he faced were names sung in ballads and not the names of living people, and his own long forgotten? Ughhh.
"I am.. so... so sorry," he said as calmly as he could, which made him sound more embarrassed than actually as eager to roll away and ... vanish than he felt. He was grateful that his hair was long and covered his face, because he could just feel the heat of his skin and how brightly colored his blushing must have been. He was such a fool. "I didn't mean - I'm so sorry. Are you all right?" She sure sounded all right, but it was always better to ask. Where was Beggar? He wished the firelizard was there with him so he'd have something to clutch and cuddle, or at least squeeze until Beggar's eyes popped out. Never mind that that was probably why Beggar was somewhere else... begging for food, no doubt. "I meant no disrespect, I wasn't watching where I was going and I wouldn't dream of ever - goodness, I'm sorry. I've been making a fool of myself left and right here today and - please forgive me, I really didn't mean to."
At least they weren't yelling at him. He'd expected to get yelled at, although the fact that he was sure that the greenrider was laughing at him was not helpful. Blood? Blood. Blooood. He blinked at the Weyrlingmaster, paling slightly as if he expected to get pummeled for daring. "Oh, goodness no, I wouldn't want to ruin such a lovely gown - I -" Flustered, he looked down again and fidgeted, taking a step back. What was wrong with him? He didn't really expect either of them to hurt him, but... Perhaps the fact that they seemed so amused was what caused it. Rawign wasn't used to people laughing at him, but ever since he'd come to the Weyr, he seemed to be making everyone laugh. Marra. Cezine. The Weyrleaders both must have thought him a total fool. Those two riders. Keliris, Kaliran. Yeah, the idea of crawling into a hole was a lot more appealing... hibernation... something like that. Could people hibernate? Maybe.
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Post by saberlin on Nov 24, 2007 4:57:07 GMT -5
Rilliana sat at the edge of the dance circle listening to the wonderful sounds of music. She had had no luck at all at the gather stalls in purcuring anything. mostly due to the complete ignoring she got from every single one of the stall tendants. So she had begrudginly moved on to the dance square where she could at least listen to the pleasant music. It had been far to long away from the Harper Hall now and she greatly missed waking up and falling asleep to music. Everywhere she had gone in life there had been music. Now it seemed that music was too few and far between. Especially at the Weyr. She had only ever seen the Harper once and had not heard her play very often. Maybe she could convince the woman to be more out and about with her music so that more people could truly enjoy it. Besides even adults needed brushing up on the old teaching ballads and some of the other more traditional musics.
She tapped her foot in time with its beat and her hair fluffed itself from side to side glimmering brightly in the days light. At least she was dressed nice. Rilliana looked around for suitors, or at least someone to get her off of this chair. Was it not enough that she was decked to the nine's in her Concert finest? Or maybe it was because she was in her finest. Did everyone think her some spoiled holders daughter? Well that would never do, and would more then likely attract the wrong kind of attention.
Taking her hair down Rilliana retied the ribbon that held her hair around her neck in a simple bow and removed her fake pearls from wrists and neck putting them into the inner skirt pocket that she had. They would be safe enough there and no one would be able to weasel them out. Though even if they did they would be left with pearl shaped wooden beads. Her mind wandered momentarily to the thought of swindling someone out of a few marks by selling the pseudo pearls. But she could never have the heart for that. Thinking herself much less dressed up in the few simple steps she had taken Rilliana went back to listening and waiting.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Nov 24, 2007 13:02:50 GMT -5
Probably because she was actively flirting with the embarrassed boy, Lauranna found her gaze upon him appraisingly. Oh, he was tall, but far too cute for her type of man. She much preferred the athletic strength of the man she'd come to the Gather with, and he certainly was gorgeous today. According to Kali, there was a goofy side to F'rah, but she hadn't seen it as of yet. Kali and Laurie were getting along famously. Speaking of Kali - where had the dragonhealer gotten off to?
Here her mind was wandering again. It did that, from time to time. Lauranna shot a grin at her coconspirator. Oh, she'd certainly be annoyed if he left her to go change his clothes, that was for sure! And this candidate was rather funny, turning all red like that as he stammered on. He was a bit old to be awkward about such things, wasn't he?
Though the candidate was looking down, he wasn't hunched over enough to make his line of sight impossible for the woman to invade, which she promptly did. Bending forward, hands clasped lightly at her back, she tilted her head up to stare directly into his eyes. "You wouldn't? Really? But a lot of people would." Her lips turned down in a mild pout, the green eyes widening to the point where they actually glistened with a tad of moisture.
Holding that expression for just a moment longer, Laurie retreated to F'rah's side, threading an arm about his waist almost possessively. "Did you hear that? The boy thinks I'm ugly." It was stated quite matter-of-factly, without a trace of emotion, though the mischievous gleam had never left her eyes. "I'm afraid you must have horrible taste, F'rah. What is your name, lad? My brother would be interested to know the name of the boy who doesn't fancy me."
"I would, would I?"
Lauranna grinned over Rawign's shoulder at the tall Weyrleader, of course having seen him coming. He paused, the Weyrwoman tucked protectively into his side, an amused expression on his face. "Sister, are you tormenting the poor candidates again?" His smile was kind enough as he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, now effectively sandwiched between the Weyrleaders and the Weyrlingmaster with his date, who just so happened to be the Weyrleader's sister. No doubt it was overwhelming. The siblings, however, merely found it amusing. They wore nearly identical expressions. "Don't mind Laurie. She enjoys flustering people, as a rule."
"What, and you don't?"
S'rei's grin broadened, the bronzerider conceding the point with a chuckle before he moved on, drawing Shmee with him. He hadn't realized Lauranna was serious enough about F'rah to allow him to take her to the Gather, but S'rei was actually glad. There had been some worries that she'd never find another after M'el. The musicians weren't quite ready yet - but they would be soon.
Turning to Shmee, he kissed the woman deeply, hands moving over her arms with a light touch. "No toss dances. But I promise to wear your feet out." The man grinned happily.
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Tashe
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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 Nov 24, 2007 15:04:28 GMT -5
Finding himself amused with the whole situation, F'rah let the all to famous grin slide onto his face. The candidate had to be in an awkward situation, he had said he had been making a fool of himself all day, and this probably was just another notch on his belt for mishaps. It was quite interesting that the boy seemed not to know that half the weyr had a sense of humor, but the longer the boy was here the sooner he'd figure it out.
Feeling Lauranna thread her arm around his waist, the Weyrlingmaster lifted an arm to put it around her shoulders. "You don't say? Well then your right, I must not have good taste..." Putting his hands in mock surrender, F'rah was probably saved from a comment by his date when her brother appeared. The weyrlingmaster had always known that S'rei was Lauranna's brother, but it was a little strange that he was now the weyrleader. Nevertheless, the man gave the bronzerider and weyrwoman a smile and a nod as they appeared.
Quietly enjoying the situation until the weyrleaders drew themselves away, F'rah then returned his attention to the candidate. "I like you Candidate, can't wait to have you in my Weyrling class. Thats were the real fun begins..." Happily patting the younger man on the shoulder with his free hand, F'rah let it return to his pocket. "So don't you worry. None of us are mad at yah, in fact the fact that we're messing around with you means we like you. Well at least in my case it does... don't know about the others." Chuckling as he shifted his arm to a more comfortable position around Laurie's shoulders, F'rah winked at the boy in relation to his comment.
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Post by lennae on Nov 25, 2007 0:09:50 GMT -5
Lennae stood at the edge of the dance square, scanning the crowd eagerly. So many people, and the music was infectious; it wasn’t long before she was tapping her foot to the merry tune being played. Hardly able to stifle a grin, she turned to Keliris, raising her voice so that it might carry over the noise that the crowd was making. “Looks like you’ll have no end of folk to trip and fall over. Are you ready to start?”
She continued to watch the dancers avidly, getting a feel for the steps and accompanying rhythms. Though she might not be able to replicate them exactly on her first try, and had by no means mastered them, at least she wouldn’t look to be a complete idiot, stumbling around. However, she had to admit that there was a certain amount of excitement that filled her whenever she thought of all the possible people that she and her dance partner might manage to knock over.
“So then, think you’ve got it all down?” Though she couldn’t see his face, for she was too busy watching, she could imagine the expression he wore. He’s probably wondering what in Faranth’s name he got himself into, she thought. Without waiting for him to answer, she seemed to reply to her own question. “Don’t worry, I don’t either. Well then, ready to go out and make fools of ourselves?”
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Post by Administrator on Nov 25, 2007 1:32:03 GMT -5
The harpers on the stage struck up a new song, slightly slower, but not a slow dance. This one was smaller ensemble, with two gitars, a metal pipe, and a handful of singers, Marra included. They sung as if they were merely speaking, though, discussing the wild behaviors of a queen flitter in Flight through song. It was curious in the way it had been composed, and none would have guessed Marra herself had wrote it. Truly, it seemed almost too detailed to sing at a gather, but anything too over the top was hidden either by long phrases or the accompaniment playing a forte there, or perhaps a special arrangement of the words so that only the older folk got it. All the while, Marra could be seen smiling ever-so-slightly, the only indication that she might've contributed to the creation of this song in some way.
Shmee giggled, looping her arm around S'rei's waist as he kissed her. She had changed clothes, and now wore a blue dress, simply yet elegant, making her eyes appear even more vibrant than they normally did, which was a feat. A twinkle in her eyes as he promised to tired her shone out of the intense eyes, and she nodded happily with a giggle. "I'll hold you to your word!" she replied with a wink. For good measure, she pulled him to her more tightly, her lips finding his easily with well-used motions. Holding him there briefly, she released him. However, she did grab his hands, placing them on her side. Keeping her hands on them, she slowly slid them down, smiling innocently as she made his hands travel painstakingly slow down her side to rest at her waist.
"Well, Weyrleader," she said with a wink. "Start tiring me out." Eagerly, she pulled him out to the center in this fashion, wanting to just dance with S'rei all night long. Of course, Shmee could never last that late, but she would dance till she dropped. She knew she was safe for the beginning dances, at least! She would probably get too tired before the men who had taken too much wine managed to haul themselves into the dancing square, but that wasn't something she would regret missing. From what she heard from her friends, it was never worth it. She only had one man that she wanted to watch all night.
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Post by glamourie on Nov 25, 2007 2:12:52 GMT -5
Rawign blinked and jumped back, slightly surprised at her gaze suddenly meeting his. He hadn't expected that, though she was shorter than he was - though, Rawign did not exactly think of himself as tall. He tilted his head at her statement, resisting the urge to comment something akin to, "Aren't you confident?" simply because it would sound far more critical than the words were meant; he didn't get teasing out all that well. His eyebrows raised and her pout made him feel guilty, an apology on the tip of his tongue - until she whirled back to the Weyrlingmaster. Then his brain connected he hadn't really offended her and he crinkled his nose slightly, trying to remind himself that she surely wasn't deliberately making him uncomfortable. He wasn't worth such singling out, after all. Probably just her nature or something - he didn't know Lauranna or the Weyrlingmaster at all.
"Oh, yes, terribly," he replied, a hint of sarcasm tracing into his voice. S'rei's approach made him freeze, and he was reluctant to continue speaking, though he did. Yet, the more he spoke, the more amused his tone became, as if he didn't realize what he was saying - and it certainly wasn't meant as disrespectful. "I don't know why anyone would find you attractive. What's to be found attractive about someone so obviously beautiful, with such gorgeous eyes and blond curls? I can't imagine why anyone would remotely think you pretty." Shaking his head, he glanced over at her date. "But I wouldn't ever dream of respecting anyone who I hardly know in such a manner. Let alone someone who obviously has a date." A date who could probably break him in two.
But despite his almost casual words, Rawign did casually start to move, until he had put the brownrider right between him and S'rei. He was actually quite frightened of the Weyrleader, though it had minimized. A little. And his words helped, though Rawign was loathe to admit as much aloud. He was still debating hiding in a hole somewhere. His eyes flicked from one person to the other before pointing out the obvious, "You two have the same smile. No wonder you looked slightly familiar." But since the Weyrleader didn't linger, neither did his discomfort, and he answered Lauranna's question easily enough. Compared to her brother (!), she wasn't half as frightening. He'd never seen her throw chairs. "My name is Rawign. I'm a Journeyman Healer... and a candidate, but I have the nasty habit of forgetting that, can't seem to remember..." His eyes turned back to the Weyrlingmaster and he smiled brightly; he was considerably more disarming than the rest. He didn't have the heart to tell him that he'd probably never make it to said class. "It's a pleasure to meet you both... even if.. um.. it's under rather bad circumstances, I suppose..."
At least she wasn't hurt. He still wasn't sure how he felt about being picked on, but he let it drop; there was no point in getting angry over what was obviously not intended to upset him. Besides, Lauranna was funny. She had to know she was attractive and he wasn't blind, even if he did tend to shrink away from most people. "I'm sorry, you two were probably going to dance. I'll get out of your way." He stepped out of the way so that both of the riders could easily make it into the Dance Square with a light nod.
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Led by the wrist, Keliris stumbled along until they reached the dance square and gave Lennae a playful smile before examining the group. The mill of people made it obvious that they would just blend in, unless he and Lennae managed to enact on his half-bored remark and truly topple everyone over. As funny as the idea would be, he had no intentions of doing so on purpose. He was quite happy not publicly looking like a fool, if it could be helped, though he really did think he had two left feet. His remark about not dancing since he was six wasn't a lie and the candidate felt almost sheepish even allowing himself to be hauled into the group of people dressed in Gather finest. His 'Gather finest' consisted of just a nicer version of what he normally wore, nothing exceptional. Compared to most of the group, he felt under-dressed. Oh well. Maybe people would just overlook them?
His eyes remained on the group and Keliris tried to memorize the dance steps as best he could. Usually, at Gathers, he found himself sulking somewhere away from everyone else, trying his best to avoid being noticed. It would be interesting to be a part of the crowd... and he was... nervous? Keliris, nervous? Never!
"I thought our goal was to knock people over," he replied, neatly dodging the question of whether he understood, though it was reassuring to know that she didn't, either. At least if he tripped over his own feet, he wouldn't be the only one falling, and it was always easier to look like a deadglow when the entire attention of an area wasn't focused completely on him, but split between him and others. "But yes, I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I expect, and we can just hope that if we knock over someone important, we don't get too bad of chores. I'll help you with yours, if we do." The offer surprised him almost as much as him asking her to dance and he promptly decided that Kaliran must have slipped him something in his water, wherrybrained boy.
Keliris shook his head slightly and then grabbed Lennae's hand, instead of being hauled about by the wrist anymore. His expression was a slight smile, only half but more than most people got, and he led her into the group of people easily enough, just as the song changed to a slightly slower song. It would figure they'd go into the group in time for the song to change, but at least it wasn't a slow song. Yet, anyway. He wasn't sure how he was going to react when one of those came on, but he supposed he could deal with it when the time arose. For the moment, he looked around and started casually trying to mimic the dancing the people nearest to them were doing. Despite his claims, though, Keliris wasn't that horrible of a dancer. He was no harper, but he wasn't bad, considering he hadn't danced since he was six. Besides, he had an amusing partner, if nothing else.
"Are Gathers in the north like this?" Keliris inquired, because conversation made for good distraction from how much of a fool he surely looked. "So ... cheery? I have a hard time picturing much being cheery up there."
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Post by lennae on Nov 25, 2007 9:03:50 GMT -5
An eyebrow was raised as Keliris grabbed her hand and led her into the group of dancers, but she returned his smile whole-heartedly. As the song changed, she let out a small groan. “I’d spent so much time trying to learn the steps to the previous song. Oh well, what better way to learn than by doing it? Trial and error.”
So saying, she began glancing down, watching the feet of the couple nearest to them and placing her feet as the other woman did. It was a simple dance and so it wasn’t look before Lennae could tear her gaze from the ground and continue her conversation with her partner, who was, despite his claims, doing quite well.
“Are you sure you haven’t secretly been practicing dancing somewhere?” She teased. “I can’t believe that the least time you danced was at the age of six. Perhaps you were meant to be a dancer, rather than a dragon rider. Or, mayhap, even a dancing dragon rider. It has a nice ring to it, I think.”
This was nice, she thought. The people here, even the grouchy ones, were all so pleasant to everyone, even new comers. She decided that it would be quite easy to simply live out the rest of her days here, even if she didn’t impress a dragon. After all, it wasn’t as though anyone was looking for her who could give away her past. Maybe she could simply forget it all and start anew.
The north? Gathers? Lennae had to snort a laugh. “I’m afraid that the few that I went to were far from cheery. I haven’t seen many. Perhaps once or twice. But if there were ever any dragon riders around, you had to be very careful of where you walked and who you bumped into. And they never paid for anything. They merely took what was ‘rightfully theirs’. As a result, my family and I went to very few of them.”
In truth, Lennae had been used as the distraction during the few gathers she had attended in the North. She would dance with their target, getting him drunk, and eventually lead him into a dark and secluded corner with promises of ‘a real treat’. Someone would be waiting in the shadows to complete the job.
She had never killed a man with her own hands, but she knew she was just as responsible as the one who held the knife. “Tell me more about you, about this place, about everything,” she asked, quick to change the subject from herself back to him and things that weren’t tainted by bad memories.
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Post by ryanneoftheweyr on Nov 25, 2007 16:18:27 GMT -5
Bored, Ilena wandered over to the dance square. Finding a seat at a table, she watched the dancers. She surpressed a small grin as she caught sight of a flustered candidate in the presence of a greenrider who was rumored to be quite the flirt and the Weyrling Master. Now that was something to be wary of; she'd also heard that the man had a habit of teasing those who didn't know how to defend themselves against it. She managed to keep a strong front when around such people, or at least she had learned to when she was a candidate; now it didn't matter, she was on their level. This candidate, however, was flustered and it was quite amusing.
After the heat of the day fell, she had changed into her Gather dress from the simple clothes that she had displayed earlier in the day. Unlike most of the women, though, she didn't spend too much time on her appearance. Her brown hair was tightened into a simply knot on the back of her head and a simple gold chain deined her neck. Besides that, her spring green dress was nothing elaborate. Long and flowing, but not heavily beaded. It fit her perfectly, complimenting her figure and face, but it didn't have the elegant touches and frills that ordained many other women's dresses that were out dancing. Ilena, however, wasn't worried about it. She was looking to have a good time, not attract a horde of suitors.
Though, in her present mood, an invitation to dance would be readily accepted. That thought amused her. She saw no one out and about that she knew or who seemed to be looking for a female partner. Sure, there was no excess of women sitting about. Focusing on them, she sorted them out. About half of them looked as if they actually were supposed to be meeting someone there whereas the rest were either willing men away from them or trying to attract them. It was amusing, to see such emotions written across faces that were trying to hide what they were thinking and their purpose. Ilena knew she wasn't gifted with such a talent of reading people very well, but even she could tell what they were thinking.
But she soon grew bored with such an activity and began to toy with her necklace. Just as her fingers found the single warped link that had made it so cheap a few turns back, Sunlit blinked out of between, softly trilling a harmony to the current song as a greeting. A small grin found the greenrider's face; her golden flitt was a soft place of her's. Her presence was always comforting. Within seconds, the flitter was settled on her bonded's shoulder, surveying the area around them with a wary eye. Now Ilena's outfit was complete.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Nov 26, 2007 3:55:41 GMT -5
She might have protested - in high style, of course - at F'rah's comment earlier, had she not been snuggling into his arm like a silly little weyrbrat with her first crush. He had a nice, strong arm, though, and was quite warm beside her. As Rawign began to speak, Lauranna found that she rather liked this candidate more and more. Sarcasm was a common thing in her family, or had been. She was, of course, quite sarcastic at the right moments, and S'rei, too, had a sarcastic streak, although his was often more subtle. Still, probably her biggest reason for the expanding grin on her face were all the compliments he was making about her. A woman liked to be admired. Even if it was in a somewhat backhanded fashion...
"It helps that he's a strong brute of a man, doesn't it, lad?" Lauranna quipped, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, but he probably was too consumed with - whatever it was he was doing, inching around F'rah as he was - to respond. The candidate seemed to calm down a bit once S'rei and Shmee had moved on. Nervous? Well, they were the Weyrleaders, after all. That was understandable, she supposed. Lauranna had no such problems with the pair. After all, S'rei was her little brother, as much as he towered over her, and Shmee was younger even than him.
"Oh, hun, don't worry about that. I enjoyed getting to see you blush. So few males have the sense to be embarrassed about such things nowadays." Then she turned a rather venomous glance on F'rah, though the smile still played at her mouth, betraying her true emotions. "Bad taste, eh? Now you should know by now that agreeing with a woman about something like that isn't very smart." Lauranna slapped him lightly on the bicep, a playful move that wasn't at all hurtful. "All muscles and no brains," the woman stated morosely to Rawign.
"Well, Muscles." The small greenrider tugged the Weyrlingmaster along by the arm, pulling him toward the dance floor after her brother and his little - pregnant - lady. (Now if that wasn't a picture she wanted to get out of her mind's eye!) "You brought me here to dance, didn't you, even though you do think I'm something out of a horror story?" At this, Lauranna's teasing diatribe finally broke down into a chuckle, and she gifted the Weyrlingmaster with a brief hug, just so he knew she was only joking with him. Laurie knew she sometimes confused F'rah. The lovely cad.
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Shmee was even more gorgeous than usual. "If it weren't impractical, I'd insist on you always wearing a dress," S'rei stated appreciatively, his eyes moving over the Weyrwoman's form with an intimate familiarity. All of her heavenly attributes were hinted at, in that dress, but not fully revealed, and he definitely enjoyed seeing that extra bit of leg. Of course, before he could think any further on that - perhaps fortunately - Shmee had drawn him to her and claimed his mouth. They parted with some regret on his part, though that soon vanished as she teasingly moved his hands down her sides.
He was oh so tempted to start tickling her, the conniving minx, but S'rei resisted, as that would likely draw her from his grip. The bronzerider finally let out a breath as his hands were allowed to take their natural position. Oh, she'd get her payback, and soon! His eyes flashed with hidden mischief. He knew just the things that drove her crazy with passion, little things...yes, he'd have her writhing before the sun rose in the morn.
The man followed her docilely out onto the floor, allowing her to half-pull him, mostly because he found her expression and stance cute as she did so. Like a little girl eagerly dragging anyone she could find along to a favorite spot or new sight that intrigued her. Before she could quite get to the spot she wanted, however, he planted his feet, exerting one swift burst of strength to bring her firmly within the circle of his arms. He wanted to see the surprise on her face, in her wide blue eyes, and hear the soft laugh as it breached her lips. Oh, she was beautiful! Those months ago when he'd sworn never to get involved with goldriders seemed like another lifetime.
The song truly started as he held her against him, the words themselves causing a smirk to touch his lips. He leaned forward, one portion of his lips brushing against her neck as he spoke just beneath her ear. "I fully intend to make good on my promise." With that he stepped off, sweeping Shmee with him, one hand taking her small one lightly as the other lingered at the small of her back rather than her waist. It necessarily pressed them closer. Which he certainly had no complaints about. Her presence was intoxicating to him, as it always was, but add the music - the lyrics certainly didn't cool his passion - and the sensuality of dancing to the mix, and he had forgotten everything but Shmee and this primal wooing that was truly already won the moment a woman conceded to step out on the floor with her suitor.
There was nothing in his eyes but Shmee. His love. The mother of his child. S'rei smiled.
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Post by evendar on Nov 26, 2007 6:18:57 GMT -5
A little bit late, but not overly so, Rosmorn slid silently into the crowd watching the dancers, his feet itching to join them. But he needed a partner first. The young man spotted a gaggle of happily giggling holder girls and with a smile to break any womans heart upon his lips, the Heir to Selenitas Hold walked confidently over to their presence.
"Evening ladies, and what might find such delicate flowers such as yourselves alone and partner less on such a romantic and lovely evening as this?" he asked with a mock frown on his face, looking about as if expecting their partners to melt out of the crowd. One of them, a sultry brunette with a smile to match Rosmorn's own stepped forward. She looked to be about 18 Turns, perfect in Rosmorn's eyes.
"Perhaps some of us don't have partners, sir." she added the title as an afterthought, as though it wasn't really needed.
"Please, I need no titles tonight. This evening I am just Rosmorn." he said, giving the brunette his hand with a flourish. "And Rosmorn would be delighted to have this dance." he said as he executed a slight bow. The woman smiled and placed her hand in his.
"Certainly, just Rosmorn." she said slyly. The two dance through the song and then two more. After that the lad paired with other girls, some hopeful, some not. But there was something missing from each and every pairing, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what.
((Ok crush time peoplez. Get your ladies out on the floor and help me find Rosmorn the lady of his dreams. xD Bring on the ladies!))
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