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Post by lennae on Dec 2, 2007 0:54:19 GMT -5
She was happy that he hadn't objected to making his own weapons and even realized the value in it. She wasn't exactly looking forward to doing the same for herself, but it would have to be done so that she might refrain from giving away her secrets. And teaching him would give herself something to do, so that she wouldn't end up wasting her time away doing nothing. She wondered vaguely if spending so much time with one person wasn't the best idea. After all, if they became close, he would want to know more, and she wouldn't be able to tell him without hurting him for lying in the first place. And just what if he decided to turn her into the Weyrwoman or some other authority. She didn't know enough about him to know whether he would do such a thing, and while she got the feeling that he might not, it was never a bad idea to be too cautious.
"Even if the hiding place is a freebie, I'd still be more than happy to teach you. At the very least it'll give us something to do and it will keep both of us in shape. We can begin as early as tomorrow. I don't have many things, and what I do have is already safe in my barrack. Besides, if I spend any more time doing anything that isn't remotely useful, I might just go crazy," she laughed slightly at the thought. Some might argue that she already have. She was willingly turning down the rather large sum of money that she would receive upon the death of the Weyrwoman for a new life, one that, though far less dangerous, was no more certain in where she would end up.
"Bring along your knives too," she added as an after-thought. "Perhaps we can do a bit of knife work along with sword-training." She was, though she would never admit it, quite excited about this. While she hadn't particularly enjoyed the killing part of her work, training sessions had always been her forte. Perhaps because she was a woman in a world of men she had pushed herself twice as hard, excelling at everything that had been thrown at her. She wouldn't call herself a natural, but she certainly had the drive to keep at it, pushing past exhausted muscles and the feeling that she might never get it. That, and at some points in her life, she had depended on her skills to keep herself protected against the men she worked with.
Questions filled her eyes as she heard Keliris's laughter. What was so funny? Had she been making a face? Had she tripped and bumped into another couple while she had been distracted? "Is there something on my face?" She asked, absent-mindedly reaching up to pat the area around her mouth, making sure it was clean. She was crumb-free, so it couldn't be that. She frowned slightly. "What's so funny?"
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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 Dec 2, 2007 1:10:47 GMT -5
As she'd been pulling him along vaguely behind and to the left of her, she wasn't quite prepared when he drew her back against him, his strong arms crossing just below her neck. Lauranna let out a little cry. Once the surprise wore off, however, she found it strangely exhilarating to be held in such a fashion, pressed into him as she was. F'rah really was a rather powerful man. He didn't come across that way, given his light, laidback manner, but he truly was. Something about being helpless against that power was intoxicating. Oh, of course she wouldn't like it if he started manhandling her, but this was...nice.
Lauranna tilted her head to the side to look up at him as he spoke, her green eyes flashing with amusement. "So now you're saying you have to be under the influence of the full moon to find me attractive, boy? Oh do continue. I'm sure we can dig this hole you've started deep enough to bury you in it." A smile twitched at the corner of her mouth, betraying her. She loved how easy it was for F'rah to fall into the swing of her banter.
Then he'd stepped away from her, though, bringing with it a sudden coolness at her back and a stab of regret. Couldn't they just have stayed that way? Turning to face him, she grinned at his manner of address. So formal! Lauranna returned a curtsy. They would look awfully funny dancing together, she thought with a grin. He'd have to bend just so she could reach his shoulder. Not that they had to do things the traditional way...Taking his hand in hers, she smiled impishly, "It would be an honor, kind sir." Then she promptly wrapped an arm around his far more accessible waist, briefly plastering his body to the man in mischievous delight before she gave him just a little space, as if she'd just accidentally brushed against him in her exuberance.
"Well?" she stated, looking up into his eyes while they still stood motionless. "Are you going to lead, or shall I?"
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"Now, now, Shmee," he returned, his playful tone matching hers mischief for mischief. "You know how much I enjoy taking the clothes off. And with a dress..." He bent slightly, his fingers catching on the hem. The Weyrleader actually raised it a couple of inches before looking up into her face, his eyes holding nothing short of impish delight. "...all I have to do is lift." He made as if to bring the hem of the garment the rest of the way up, but dropped it instead, straightening so that he was again looking down at her.
S'rei, who had been dancing for as long as he could remember, found that Shmee was light on her feet, which pleased him. She wasn't as experienced as some he'd danced with. But she took to his guidance well, subconsciously adjusting to every signal he gave her. They fit each other well. The Weyrleader was silently pleased to have this woman on his arm, showing her off, and it had nothing to do with her rank. Shards, if he'd been paying attention to rank, he would have turned and run the other way...
At her words, he drew her closer against him, his voice lowering. "What exactly did you have in mind?" His eyes flashed with amusement, wondering what she might say, how explicit she was willing to be with people moving all around them. Shmee had been rather forward all day. It was not exactly S'rei's style, the man preferring subtlety, however he could appreciate directness, too. And anything that had the potential to make her blush was worth trying.
He loved that girlish blush.
The Weyrleader's hand moved down her back, cupping her cheek and bringing them pelvis to pelvis. Just feeling her against him was enough, and he was familiar enough with women to know that it would affect her just as easily. S'rei smirked. At this rate - they might not get through the first dance. But shards if he was going to be the one begging to return to their weyr.
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Post by ryanneoftheweyr on Dec 2, 2007 13:49:43 GMT -5
Ilena gracefully took the candidate’s hand, mental prodding for Sunlit to leave her shoulder as she stood up. Indignant, the gold latched on for a moment, not wanting to be discarded. She was, after all, a gold and she deserved respect. She shouldn’t simply be left behind when her humanpet didn’t feel like having her accessory on. She let out a short chatter, letting her bonded know exactly what she thought about it all, furious colors flashing in her eyes.
The greenrider sighed, reaching up to pet the flitt only to get snapped at. Sunlit would never actually bite her bonded, but she would let her know that she was very unhappy. Ilena withdrew her hand for a second and then moved to pet the little one again. Sunlit moved to snap at her again, but she was ignored because the greenrider knew that her bonded would never actually harm her. Still furious, the flitter refused to calm down, even though her bonded was slowly scratching the curve of her neck; her favorite place to be pet.
“Come on, love,” she murmured, “I’m just going to dance. I figured you’d do better here, with Beggar for company.” She was trying to get the little one to calm down and accept the fact that she was going to go dance, without her bonded. The gold looked at the blue and then trilled her discontent. Finally, she allowed herself to be detached from her bonded and placed on the table next to the other flitter. “Make sure he behaves,” Ilena added for good measure. The gold would feel better if she felt like she was doing a job or at least being productive.
“Now we can dance,” she acquiesced, following his lead to the dancefloor. When he said his bit about his lack of ability to dance, she simply laughed. “It’s okay, I’m sure you’ll do much better than a lot of people from the weyr. At holds, they learn to dance as little ‘brats, but as weyrbrats, we don’t learn such a skill. Together, we should be interesting.” Ilena knew that she wasn’t a bad dancer; she was actually quite good at it. She was sure, however, that he wouldn’t be bad at all. She could see him being a bit awkward at first, but she was sure that he’d be just fine after that.
“I like this song,” she admitted when they reached the midst of the dancers, lightly placing her hand on his shoulder and grasping his other hand in her own. Her touch was soft and far from tight, and she resisted the urge to guide him, allowing him to be the one to lead them around the square.
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Post by glamourie on Dec 2, 2007 19:49:59 GMT -5
Rawign raised an eyebrow at Sunlit as she clung to Ilena's shoulder. Honestly, he'd have been fine with her staying. Who would complain about two lovely dance partners? But it wasn't his decision, and Rawign knew better than to meddle in the affairs of firelizard and bonded. He took it personally when people tried to tell him how to treat Beggar, as if he wouldn't know how his flit was to be handled. He knew quite well what his firelizard's behavior meant and what his needs were, and other people had no right to comment. He had no right to try and comment on Ilena as a result. Surely a dragonrider knew more than some boy who impressed by sheer luck four turns previous. She had, after all, tended to a dragon hatchling's needs. What was a flitter in comparison to that?
Beggar gave a sweet trill and bounced across the table over to Sunlit, though he still gave her a wide berth. A quiet chitter, no doubt complimentary, was offered to her before he settled down again. Ilena's comment on his behavior made the blue fold one wing and give her a curious look before he chirped again; what was it he was doing that was so wrong, that he needed to be watched? Confused, the little blue flapped his wings in agitation before flopping over to roll around on the table top, the perfect picture of relaxation. Oh well. He could think of worse companions than an absolutely wonderful queen, even if she was likely to keep him from having any fun.
The Healer shook his head as the two of them made their way onto the dance floor. "I'm holdbred, but you over-estimate me, it's been Turns since I tried to dance... sober, anyway," he replied with a light shrug. The truth was, Rawign was less worried about stepping on her feet and more worried about garnering much attention. Most of the people there seemed to know each other or at least know the songs they were dancing to, and the music in the south was slightly different from what he was used to hearing. He hadn't attended many Gathers in the north, because they were depressing to him. In his experience, they seemed more empty, and less appealing, than the ones in the south. The people at Selenitas Weyr and at Selenitas Hold just seemed so much more relaxed. It was easier to be relaxed there, though. After all, one didn't have to worry about as many things as in the north. He wasn't bitter, but... he didn't know if his dancing skills were quite up to par with everyone else's.
Casually following her example, Rawign tried to remember the basic lessens he was taught when he learned to dance as a child. It really had been turns, but he knew more than most people would, because he'd always stolen his sister to dance with at Gathers. Much of that stemmed from the fact that he really didn't want any other man near her, after how most of the men at the hold treated Religna. She was a good dancer, and had taught him everything he knew. It was awkward, trying to remember to dance again and flashing on the sight of his little sister in her Gather finest, especially since he didn't know how she was. He hadn't thought much about her lately, and part of him felt guilty for that, but dancing with Ilena brought those memories flashing back. He didn't voice that thought, though, for after a moment he grew more comfortable and took to guiding the two of them through the crowds. But over her shoulder, a familiar form caught his eye.
Marra. Grr. And that Harper. Metrol, his name was.
He was not jealous. He wasn't. Nor was he angry. Rawign bit back the urge to scowl at her as he caught her glare. He kept his expression pleasant, for he did not want to offend Ilena; she'd done nothing wrong, she just unfortunately got pulled into the middle of something that she didn't deserve to be hauled into. That was his doing, but he'd never admit it to anyone. Ooh, he wanted to throw himself over and beat Metrol up. And yell at Marra. He refrained, if only because he had no right. Tch, little floozy, she was! Forcing his mind off that, he forced his full attention to Ilena and gave her a pleasant smile, or as much of one as he could when he was considering violence.
"You are an exceptional dancer. See? I look like a novice in comparison." Marra. Needed. To. Pay.
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Keliris raised an eyebrow, then smiled. As early as tomorrow? She'd either settled in very quickly (likely), or was trying not to settle in at all (more likely). That was the logical deduction he made. Most people would spend their first few days unpacking, getting to know the layout of the Weyr and some of the people. That was the usual routine for new folks. The only ones who were so calm and casual about being setled in were one of two types: the overly conceited, so convinced that they'd Impress that they didn't want to unpack for fear of getting comfortable in one place and then having to move, or the so insecure that they were sure they wouldn't impress, and therefore made no effort to get comfortable. Lennae didn't strike him as the overly conceited type. In fact, she seemed rather composed, but almost too self-contained. He was willing to bet that she was the latter. Sad, really. But he wouldn't call her out on that fact.
He could understand wanting to do something useful, too. Honestly, he felt rather worthless himself. If he were to be completely honest, Keliris didn't think he even wanted to Impress, not that he expected to. He secretly wanted nothing more than to run away and do something with his life away from the Weyr. His entire life he'd been nothing more than Kaliran's older brother, and that was fine with him to a degree, but if his younger sibling managed to Impress, he wouldn't have to stick around and protect him anymore. A dragon could do that more efficiently than he ever could. So he could leave and find his own place, somewhere where he belonged. He never told anyone that he felt that way, but he did.
"They're not all that nice of knives," he admitted quietly, smiling despite himself. "Apprentice-made like I said. Wood handles. Nothing spectacular. They're not made for anything more than just carrying around. It doesn't take a weapon's expert to know that just by looking at them. They cut fruit well enough, but that's about it." He mostly used them to cut back branches, vines and different foliage, though, because Keliris spent most of his free time up in the trees of the jungle. Most predators didn't bother with the tree tops, and he lurked in them, curled up in the branches suspended so high off the ground that if he fell, he wouldn't survive it. Sometimes, Keliris took deliberate risks, just because he knew that fact. No one ever said he was normal.
Her next question though made him flail, almost guiltily, and he kept laughing, though he spoke in between chuckles, to try and explain himself. He'd probably draw a few odd looks with his so-eccentric behavior, but did he care? Not really. For once, Lir was actually very happy, and none of the people at the dance were going to ruin it for him. "Nothing on your face - nothing you did." He shook his head, swinging long red strands around his face. "You've got to admit it's kind of funny - I mean, we're sitting here at a peaceful Gather dancing to this lovely music, and we're talking about weapons and swordfighting as if it's the most normal conversation for any pair of people to have while dancing. I don't think it's all that normal."
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Post by Administrator on Dec 3, 2007 6:17:00 GMT -5
Shmee laughed softly as S’rei lifted her skirt ever-so-slightly. “Be careful now,” she warned him teasingly. “You’re the only one who can see what’s under the skirt. Give a free view and I’ll make sure you never enjoy the parts again,” she added merrily. Her cheeks blossoming into a rosy pink, she looked around as if making sure nobody did sneak a glance. Part of her had almost wished for S’rei just to get on with it, to lift it all the way up and have his way with her. However, she knew it was not going to happen—out in public, anyway.
Gracefully following S’rei’s lead, she stumbled a little as she tried keeping up, but it wasn’t terribly hard, she was pleased to find. She found she liked this dancing, even if she never knew what to expect. “Well,” she replied slowly and mischievously, “I think you can use your imagination to figure this one out. Just let it run free and you’ve probably found your answer.” Winking, she stepped pleasantly along with the music.
As his hand moved downward, pulling her right into him, she blushed. How she enjoyed this sort of dancing! Her breathing quickened slightly, and she found herself wishing for this dance to be over so she could drag S’rei away. A long day of this sort of behavior had only one place to end.
Absolutely devilish now, she plucked one hand from where it was positioned on S’rei’s body, moving it up to the strings of her shirt. Undoing the first knot in her shirt, revealing only the barest patch of fresh skin, she smiled innocently as she replaced her hand back on the Weyrleader. How long could she last doing this? Shmee was uncertain, but she resisted asking him. No- she would make him burn with desire by the time they got to that point, even if Shmee already was.
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Marra, playing the part of a true witch, made sure she was dancing with Metrol close to Rawign, so he would know what he was missing. Well, not missing- never missing. Just… to see how he’d react about this. The fact that she was using Metrol was irrelevant. She resisted cringing as she felt his hands slide down her sides. Instead, she smiled boldly, carefully not looking at Rawign though she knew very well that it was his attention she wanted to get.
“Not in public!” she said in a laugh that sounded quite unlike her. Metrol was smiling now; he must be pleased. Oh well, she wasn’t interested.
Overhearing Rawign’s comment to the woman he was dancing with, she tried not to look annoyed. “You’re such a great dancer!” she told Metrol loudly.
Unfortunately, this also seemed to set Metrol off. Marra squeaked as she felt him grab at her butt to pull her closer to him. Telling herself that this would be worth it in the end, she couldn’t help but feel disgusted with this position. Shards, this was basically having sex on the dance floor! “You can let go a little bit,” she told him very quietly, her teeth gritted in a fake smile.
Rawign better… have a good reaction after all of this.
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Shiny Hoarder
Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Dec 3, 2007 23:28:35 GMT -5
"I think I am already in a hole deep enough to be buried in Laurie, all you have to do is throw the dirt in." Chuckling slightly as his friend curtsied, F'rah gladly accepted the hand that she placed in his. Like its owner, the appendage looked delicate in his grasp, but he knew all to well the fiery will behind the appearance. As his mind was off on simple things such as how the light played wonders on any eye that could behold Lauranna or even how she seemed even more cheerful tonight than usual, the Weyrlingmaster only returned when her body quickly pressed up against his. Whether it was on purpose or accident, it didn't really matter for F'rah, for either way it felt nice to be close to the greenrider.
Within the last couple of months their relationship had grown, although the honey haired man began to harbor quiet affections for his great friend, he wasn't sure how she felt about him. In fact the Wingsecond had actually been nervous a few minutes before finally bringing himself to ask Laurie to the dance, though he felt he needed to leave it up to her to decide whether they were going as friends or as a... well as a couple. The greenrider's looks weren't what necessarily what he was drawn to, in fact she could have looked like a runner and he wouldn't have cared, it was her personality he had grown to adore.
Looking down at his friend as she looked up at him, the Weyrlingmaster smiled before taking a step to the left, gently leading his partner. "I'll lead this time... though if I preform a travesty on the dance floor, you have all rights to take over." Chuckling slightly as he moved again, F'rah happily added. "Though I rather hope I don't shame myself out there, since thats a few years of etiquette lessons down the Falls."
And with that last comment, the good willed man swung Lauranna gently into a dance that matched the soft stepping rhythm that had just began to play. Despite his lean yet bulky appearance, F'rah was in all aspects, a fair dancer. His lead was gentle yet firm, and he made a conscious effort not to bump the both of them into another dancing couple. It had been the truth when F'rah had proclaimed that he had taken a few years of etiquette lessons, both inside the Weyr and out. And even though it had been a while since he had last danced, the steps seemed to appear as easy to him as walking.
"No catastrophes yet."
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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 Dec 4, 2007 18:31:47 GMT -5
He should have stayed his tongue, but S'rei just couldn't resist. It was too tempting. "You want me to charge admission?" The mental picture was just too much for him, and he began to laugh. "You don't honestly believe I'd share you with anyone?" His smirk returned in full force. Though his tone was playful enough, it was obvious he meant it. S'rei would not be at all happy to find Shmee was giving her favors to anyone but him. It wasn't that he truly expected his partner to be as strictly monogamous as he was himself; his relationship with Sage was proof enough of that. Each relationship had different dynamics, however. With Sage it wasn't personal. She simply was - insatiable. And every night they would sleep side be side, because he was her choice as a lover, and not just one of her many partners. Shmee was not Sage. If she ever shared herself with someone else, it would be personal, and therefore a betrayal, so it made sense that he cared in her case.
Besides, if word got out on what they were missing out on with Shmee, he'd have to fend off a lot of rivals. It amazed him how different she was from the woman he'd thought her to be when they'd first met. Loving. Sweet. Loyal.
His mind snapped back to the present with her voice. His imagination? That drew an expression of boyish delight from S'rei. He had quite the imagination. "Is that a promise?" he queried, his voice low. From the events of the day, one might have thought the Weyrleaders were completely incompetent, with just one thing constantly on the mind. In truth, they both were insanely busy. It wasn't uncommon for them to go days, even, without seeing one another, so that, in this time that was meant to be a break from all the concerns pressing in on them - well, it was only natural that they were eagerly frolicking in each other's company.
He wrinkled his nose at her as she untied that first knot, trying to pull off the innocent look. Minx. Letting up on the pressure at her back, the man dancing with a naturalness that required neither thought nor concentration, S'rei held her just far enough away that she was lightly brushing up against him with each movement. He then very deliberately attempted to see as far down her shirt as he possibly could, an eyebrow arching suggestively as his gaze slowly traveled upward back to her face, his tongue flicking out to run lightly over his lips, absently, almost as if he wasn't deliberately trying to drive her mad.
Which, of course, he was.
"It's getting a bit warm, don't you think?" he commented breezily, throwing his sister a little smile as she and F'rah passed not far from them. Laurie returned the smile knowingly.
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Lauranna grinned knowingly at her brother, just as F'rah began to move, the small woman executing a little half-step that put her back into the Weyrlingmaster's rhythm. Zephyr scolded her roundly before flying up from her shoulder and popping Between. The greenrider offered F'rah a little apologetic half-grin, though the grin blossomed into full amusement at his words. "Travesty, Rah?" She'd taken to calling him Rah in the last few months. It was softer than his full name, and somehow made her feel closer to him. "I trust you are cognizant of the fact that we greenriders don't enjoy the most extensive vocabulary in existence. If you would kindly refrain from utilizing such aureate language, I would be much obliged."
Of course, she could hardly keep a straight face, and distintegrated into little giggles, clinging to F'rah so as not to find herself doubled over and tripping up the other pairs on the floor. By this point he'd masterfully maneuvered them completely into the swing of the dance, requiring Lauranna to pay a bit more attention to her feet than she had been, such that her giggles dried up swiftly. The amusement, however, never left her features.
Smiling up at her favorite - living - brownrider, she chuckled at his comment. "Nope. None yet! Though not for lack of trying on my part." Lauranna threw him a wink. With her brief laughing spell officially over, and his silence giving her nothing to reply to, however, the greenrider found herself admiring the fluid motions of the man who held her. So tall. And strong. And he dealt with her constant joking and moodswings better than anyone else in the weyr. Laurie knew she was high-maintenance. F'rah, however, never seemed to show the strain. Of anything. He was always calm and joyful. A solid rock with a sense of humor and a kind heart. The package wasn't half bad too.
Laurie blinked, a flush coming over her face. Why was she thinking this way? To get her mind off of the listing of F'rah's favorable traits, Lauranna grinned at him. "Look at all the spinning tops, Rah. It must be a sight from the air. All the colors."
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Post by lennae on Dec 6, 2007 23:36:05 GMT -5
“Well, the worse of the better. You wouldn’t want to ruin your best knives during practice, now would you? Besides, we’ll probably be less likely to hurt each other that way.” Lennae’s own knives weren’t anything to be proud of, though she did keep the blades sharp and they would get the job done in a pinch. They were, as yet untainted by murder, but had been key to her survival when the men she had lived with got a bit drunk and rowdy. She didn’t expect to worry about things like that here though; everyone seemed too nice to try something like that. So her knives had been sitting in her pouch, waiting for use.
She pondered his statement about their seemingly abnormal conversation for a moment, grinning. True, it wasn’t the sort of thing that people were likely to talk about during a dance. “I suppose it is a bit out of the ordinary, but then again, normal conversations are for normal people, and I for one, find normal people to be incredibly dull. Wouldn’t you agree?” A normal life had never been something that she had craved. The idea of simply settling down and, in her case, raising children did not sound like the most fun she could be having. Perhaps killing people wasn’t exactly fun, but it certainly was exciting. And now she had been given the opportunity to become a dragon rider.
In fact, as she reflected upon this further, this was, perhaps the most fun she had had in a very long while. It was a chance to relax and make friends and forget everything going wrong for a while. It seemed that Keliris’s feelings were mutual, for while he had seemed a bit surly at their meeting, he was now laughing with a mirthful expression that she was certain was real. She was glad that he was able to enjoy himself, for she had a feeling that it didn’t occur often enough. Not that she was one to talk about taking every opportunity to be happy.
It was about that time that the harper group began to play a slower tune, the couples on the dance floor gradually drawing closer together. She shuffled her feet a bit nervously, though tried not to let it show. And what should it matter, she chided herself. They were friends, and friends could partake in dancing together. Ah, the difficulties of teenage years.
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Post by ryanneoftheweyr on Dec 11, 2007 15:53:35 GMT -5
Sunlit looked at the blue, amusement flashing in her eyes. Hers had left her; she wasn’t going to stop any little flitt from doing something wrong. She was perfectly sure that if this little blue did wreak havoc, it would at least bring in Hers back and then Hers would stop trying to leave her places. She was a queen; she should get to choose where she wanted to go and when. But at least Hers hadn’t left her with some bronze or another gold. This little blue at least knew that she should be respected without him smothering her. She trilled at him, a friendly tone in it all. She liked blues; they were almost as good as browns.
A small smile found Ilena’s face as they began to dance. He wasn’t that bad. Sure, she had definitely danced with better, but he wasn’t completely clumsy on his feet and he seemed to be trying. It was definitely obvious, though, that it had been a while since he’d danced. He kept to the basic patterns and Ilena made sure not to vary from them.
“I didn’t know that you were holdbred,” she replied. Then again, now that she looked at his knots, he did have healer knots. Most of the weyr’s healers were holdbred youths that either chose a station at the weyr or were Searched from Healer Hall. “Which hold are you from?” she asked, then, after a second, “Did you ever go to Healer Hall?” She was always curious about other trades than dragonriding. She almost became a harper, but then she was Searched. She smiled at him, a questioning gleam in her eyes. That was Ilena; always asking about things.
He led well, which was a good thing. She always had issues not taking the lead when she was dancing with someone who didn’t really know what they were doing. She had found that that hurt many men’s egos, but they had been terrible dancers. Rawign wasn’t that bad but she still had a feeling he’d be terribly embarrassed if she began to lead. She was grateful that she wouldn’t have to find out.
Silence reigned as they moved through the steps. Just as she looked at him to say something, she caught his eyes shifting to another dance pair. They lingered there for a moment and his smile faltered for a second. The curious greenrider followed his gaze and silently observed the two harpers that were dancing. She had a few turns beneath her belt; enough to know that look. He was definitely not happy with that pairing, most likely because of the female involved in it. A small knowing smile overtook her face.
Before she could say anything, he felt the need to compliment her. “Why thank you,” she replied simply, her own smile unwaveringly sitting on her face. She wasn’t the best of dancers, but she did know the basics plus a little more. Ilena was able to move with a grace, despite her ignorance of the more difficult techniques of dancing. For that, she was lucky.
“Who is she?” she asked, back to the endless questions. The greenrider didn’t mind that he had his eye on another; he was too young for her anyway. An amusing dance partner, but low enough in rank from her that she just saw him as a candidate rather than someone of the opposite sex. Plus, she found their little romances in candidacy half as amusing as the more serious ones of actual dragonriding. Youth could breed almost as much drama as Flights.
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Post by glamourie on Dec 11, 2007 17:36:52 GMT -5
Rawign smiled slightly. Dancing wasn't his strong point, but he was trying his best. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint anyone, and Ilena'd been rather nice to him so far, although the question about where he came from definitely made his mood halt. She couldn't have known, but he replied almost carefully, as though he wasn't sure he should, "Nerat. I'm from Nerat Hold." Nerat wasn't exactly something to be ashamed of, but Rawign didn't like admitting he was from the north. It lead to awkward questions or sympathetic glances, apologetic words... he didn't want that. He'd had a decent enough life in the north, aside from getting to find out way too move about how destructive dragons could truly be. His mother and father were good to him, though his father likely hated him for running off to be a Healer instead of learning to fish. His sister was brilliant - how he missed her. What did he have to complain about? Nothing valid. He'd never been abused. And he'd stopped some of the abuse for Religna when she was a child. As far as he was concerned, he'd had a good life. He couldn't complain.
"From thirteen to seventeen, yes," he added, thinking about Healer Hall for a moment before continuing, "I've been a Journeyman about half a Turn now, give or take. I walked the tables and then was told I was coming here -- well, the Weyr -- because I was Searched... which was nicely ironic, because the south is where I was hoping to be sent."
Most Healers in the north hoped to be sent to the south, in his experience. There was a good reason for that, too. Since the northern holds and weyrs did not look highly upon women, it was safer and easily more pleasant to come to the south. But Rawign wasn't a woman. His reasons were far more trivial. He'd hoped to get away from the wars in the north and coming south accomplished that. Going to Selenitas Weyr was not exactly his first choice, though. Fear of dragons made Weyrlife a lot less pleasant for him than most people would find it, though he was slowly overcoming the fear. Eventually, he would be able to be around dragons without worrying one of them might eat him, but it would take time.
Marra's proximity was not as ignored as Rawign would have liked, either, and her words made him have to fight to roll his eyes. From what she'd said when they'd stepped away from the Weyrleaders, Metrol seemed to be 'great' at quite a few things. He bit back all the anger and agitation he felt at the Harper, and tried to keep from glancing over at her every few seconds. If she wanted to practically climb up the other Harper, then so be it. She wasn't worth his time or energy or - or anything!
And Ilena had noticed he was paying attention to her. Drats. Turning his full attention back to the greenrider, Rawign smiled, but it was an apologetic expression, as if he thought that he'd done something wrong and in his eyes he had. He didn't think it was right to ignore one's dance partner just to try and will sprained ankles and toe-smashing onto someone he liked disliked. Ilena seemed like she was a good sport, though her question made him snort. "She... is the source of all my latest headaches, the pain in all the places I can't reach to put numbweed on, that one splinter you can never pull out no matter how you try, the inconvenient blister that forms right on your hand where you can't use it at all -- in source, she is an irritation in every sense of the word," he explained, words very quiet, so that only Ilena could hear them. "The name for said irritation happens to be Marra. She's a Harper at the Weyr."
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Ah, she brought up a good point! Keliris hadn't thought about the damage practicing while unskilled could do to the weapons in question, though he had to admit that it should have been blatantly obvious. That must have been the underlying difference between a novice and someone who had some experience, really. Would that he could be an apprentice in weaponskills, if only because it would be something that Keliris would focus all of his time and dedication to. He wanted to learn. Lennae did not know him but for Keliris to outright ask someone to teach him something spoke volumes of his desire. He was normally the type to poke around and hope he got it right on his own, as asking for help meant he couldn't completely do something by himself. Keliris hated admitting he needed anyone or anything's help as it went against his pride.
As for normalcy, that posed an interesting thought. "I can't think of anyone I know that I would classify as 'normal.' Kaliran, my brother, is incessantly happy all the time and he's so peppy that I at times want to smack him just to knock him down a peg or two. There's you, and I suppose you could qualify for normal but I tend to assume anyone who would talk to me willingly isn't... I just haven't figured out your story yet." But he would, if he put forth an effort. Keliris was a secretive beast himself, but he was excellent at picking other people apart when he tried. He liked to do so as well. It was not uncommon for him to sit around and listen to conversations, never speaking, just to try and understand the way someone thought -- to pick them into teenie, tiny pieces in his mind until he thought he understood their motivations, or until they became an object of no interest to him. He liked keeping secrets, and he resented when other people were not fully forthcoming with him; he was, in short, a hypocrite. "Everyone I know, I can think of things they do that I would classify as abnormal by far. Do you truly know anyone normal that you could describe? I can think of many boring people -- none of them are normal."
The music slowed, though, some part of Keliris's mind cringed away, telling him it would be a better idea to stop. He didn't like people in his personal bubble. Ever since he'd gotten sick, he felt so vulnerable, so open to the world. People made him hesitate and doubt himself. He was too thin, as anyone who got close enough physically to him would be able to deduce. He'd always been thin for his height, but since contracting light fever, he'd been downright skeletal to some degree, and he was still too pale. He didn't welcome the idea of allowing someone physically close enough to notice such things, because even though Lennae seemed nice, he didn't trust her. He didn't trust very many people. Trust got people hurt.
Nevertheless, shying away at the first sign of slow songs was beneath Keliris. He wasn't that petty or... cowardly. So, awkward as it was, he drew closer... but whispered down to her, "How much do you want to bet most of them wander off by themselves or something halfway through the songs? I'd bet marks but I haven't any." He raised an eyebrow. His tone was playful, though. If he had to do something awkward, he could at least try to break the ice by joking. Keliris either blew up or joked way too much when he was nervous, and Lennae hadn't done anything worth blowing up over.
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Tashe
Shiny Hoarder
Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Dec 16, 2007 16:43:43 GMT -5
Shaking his head as he chuckled, F'rah slowed their pace as the song began to slow in beat, all the while retaining most of his attention on Lauranna. It felt more than good to have his friend in his arms, and it always surprised the Weyrlingmaster whenever that feeling arose. The last few months had been a war of emotions that forced him to seriously delve into his feelings toward everyone, but most importantly Laurie. Between the Weyrling lessons, his assistant, his wingsecond duties and all the paperwork he was charged to duplicate and send in, F'rah felt like his grip on the world outside of his work was slipping away inch by inch. But luckily the women in his life made it more tolerable for him to work with, Saraina helped organize his papers and room, Gina helped plan out and grade tests and Lauranna, well Laurie helped him unwind for the most part.
Humming slightly as the music continued, the honey haired man listened as his friend began to speak once more. "Thats true. You are dancing nicely Laurie." Turning them in a circle as he spoke, F'rah only had to wait a moment before his golden headed date spoke again. "Oh yes. I'm sure we are all giving the Dragons quite a show... at least Styth says he is enjoying it. Apparently all the women when they spin look like brightly colored flowers." Smiling as he relayed the message from his Brown to Lauranna, the Wingsecond twirled them slowly once again.
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Post by Administrator on Dec 16, 2007 17:33:17 GMT -5
Shmee gave S'rei a wicked little grin. "I'm just saying you shouldn't do it in public. However..." She winked. "If we get somewhere alone, you can lift anything as high as you want." Letting her hands slip dangerously low on his back. Wriggling her slender fingers below his shirt, she innocently let her finger stroke slightly beneath his breeches. "I'm glad you wouldn't share me with anyone," she told him as if she wasn't doing anything at all. Stroking that spot once more, she nestled even closer against him. "I would never let another woman come near you, you know," she added with a smirk. After all, S'rei was hers and nobody else's. As possessive as that sounded, it was most definitely true. Even if she heard another woman talking about how they wished S'rei was their weyrmate, she would probably go out of her way to make their lives miserable.
Oh, he was imagining now, wasn't he? she thought with a smile as his expression changed to one of pure pleasure. She was curious to know what he was thinking, but she knew for a fact that she would discover what it was very soon. "Of course," she replied suggestively. "Absolutely anything you feel like doing, I'm game to do," she added in a low voice. She was in the mood for... Well, anything really. But if he really excercised his imagination and stretched his creativity, she was positive that this would be the best night for a while. She'd missed this intimacy, especially this exciting kind. The love for him was reenforced by her sheer desire to do something particularly arousing.
Looking up at him, Shmee blushed, pleased at how he was obviously trying to see down her shirt. It gave her such a rush as he did so, it made her feel powerful in her love for him. It was almost as if she was surprised that she loved someone enough to let him casually look down her shirt, but then again, she wasn't surprised. Basking in this knowledge of her pure affection toward S'rei, she smiled a flirtatious, little smile. She blushed even further as he licked his lips. Her heart pounded a little harder, and she wanted so much to let him have way with his little fantasy. This was torment! Determined to get back for it, she "accidentally" brushed her body across the sensitive area between his legs. There. Let's see if that got a reaction out of him!
"I think it's a little more than warm," she told him mildly, yet strongly suggestive. "I might even say a bit hot. I think I should cool myself down a bit more." Airily, she brought her hand up to the second knot down, undoing that one to reveal a decent amount of cleavage. Shrugging her shoulders and making it more obvious, she pouted. "I'm still feeling a bit warm," she told him with childlike irritation.
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Marra was grimly pleased. Good. He didn't look happy, and even mildly jeal- er, angry. She knew this because her stormy eyes kept flickering over to him, just as he was doing before. Metrol was oblivious to her distraction, and busied himself with groping as much of her as he could get his hands on. Marra resisted a grimace. She was being touched inappropriately for the sake of getting a reaction out of Rawign. Great. Just great.
And, suddenly, Metrol's lips were on hers again. Marra flinched, forcing herself to kiss him back. She wasn't enjoying it-- after all, his lips felt like they were eating her face. But she would pretend to. Closing her eyes so as to block out his face, she could pretend it was someone else. Like Rawign. No. Like... Like someone else. Ugh. Rawign better be watching this. That inexperienced boy probably was covering his virginal eyes. Those green eyes. Those glittery eyes, the color of... snot. Yes. Snot.
She felt a muscle twitched as Metrol moved a hand to her chest. She longed to just wrench out of his grasp and yell at him, but she couldn't. She couldn't admit in front of Rawign that she felt like a Bitran prostitute. Helpless, she just let him play with her breasts, turning bright red as this was a public place, and people were probably watching this happen. Trying to reassure herself that it would be worth it to see Rawign's reaction, she found the tradeoff poor. Shards, this kid was touching her breasts!
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Post by lennae on Dec 16, 2007 23:07:02 GMT -5
“I suppose that normal is all a matter of opinion then. Normal for you or me could be, and probably is, quite strange for many others. And while I might consider myself normal, I think you would believe otherwise if…” Lennae’s happy tone drifted off as she realized that she had unwittingly spoken too much. She had never been good at covering up her mistakes, and Keliris’s comment suddenly was coming back to haunt her. ‘I just haven’t figured out your story yet’ he had said. Well, it certainly seemed as though he would now.
She cursed herself inside, and nearly ran for it then and there. But no. She couldn’t do that, for it would simply raise up more questions, and she didn’t want Keliris to think it were his fault. Shards, she was certainly a genius when it came to ruining even the smallest pleasures in life. She was about to lose a friend because she had lied. But maybe he would understand why. After all, it wasn’t wise to go about telling everyone that you had arrived with the original purpose of murdering the Weyrwoman. And then again, he might not even notice the slip up. Oh Faranth, she prayed for that.
As the music slowed and they drifted closer, she wondered if he felt as uncomfortable as she did. He probably did, she decided, though for far different reasons than he should. After all, no one really wanted to be so close to an assassin, did they? She knew she wouldn’t, although she knew that Keliris would have nothing to worry about in the form of bodily harm, for she had come her unarmed.
His whispers of disappearing couples elected a laugh from her. She could only imagine what had once been a crowded floor nearly devoid of life after this set. While the idea was humorous, it was probably all-too-true, considering the mass of raging hormones practically radiating from each couple.
“I have no doubt they will. Primal needs and all that. Of course, you and I are far above such base acts and will enjoy our time in a much more sophisticated manner. After all, what’s the point in knowing someone’s lips or body if they turn out to be a chauvinistic pig or a woman with nothing better to do than to seduce unknowing me.” She grinned as she ended and stuck her nose up in the air slightly. While she truly had no qualms with those who wished to become intimate with their partners, it was occasionally fun to put on airs.
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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 Dec 17, 2007 14:21:35 GMT -5
"You must be half-blind, Rah. I've always had two left feet." Nevertheless, Lauranna seemed to be doing well enough, when all was said and done. She still would likely have claimed that it was F'rah's lead more than anything else. Nimble though the spritely woman was, Laurie tended to get over-excited and jump the rhythm of the song. You've always danced to your own beat. The woman giggled at her bonded's comment. Over the turns, Reysalth had gotten particularly good at the turning of a phrase, though it tended to come out more when she was happy...All right. How close are you to Styth? she questioned teasingly. Close enough, LaurieMine. Close enough.
Smiling up at her partner, she fumbled for a moment before righting herself. Man, this dancing thing took a bit of concentration! "You may just have to carry me to insure everyone else's safety," the greenrider commented, clearly amused at the trouble she seemed to be having. "Flowers, huh? That seems an odd comment for a male dragon...but then, Reysalth's taste has never been run-of-the-mill. Though if this music gets any more suggestive, we're likely to have to step over and around enamoured couples unable to control themselves."
She nodded toward the Weyrleaders, obviously caught up in their own thing. The woman had her hand down the pants of Laurie's kid brother, for Faranth's sake! Not that Lauranna could say much about it in good conscience...After all, she doubted she and M'el had been much better. "Don't get any ideas, now," the greenrider added to her partner with a wink. Had she suspected that his interest in her might be more than platonic - which honestly she should have, but Laurie could be quite dim when she wanted to be - the woman would never have said such a thing. But alas, she was pleasantly oblivious.
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It was rather fortunate that S'rei was something of a natural dancer, lest he likely would have tripped up quite a few people in the shock that swept through him. His feet served him well, continuing to guide the pair across the floor, even as his mind blanked for a moment, eyes glazing. He blinked, almost sleepily, a drunken, "Wha-?" escaping him. S'rei didn't really hear anything of what she said. The woman had quite thoroughly distracted him. His arms tightened around her, drawing her closer as a purely animal desire built up inside.
"Anything?" The husky tones betrayed him as thoroughly as his body did, but this time the Weyrleader didn't much care. When it came right down to it, even if Shmee did win the game of seduction, he couldn't consider himself the loser. The result would be much the same. Well, she'd have gloating rights, but it wasn't as if he wasn't effecting her, either. Even the most inexperienced of boys would have been able to tell by her flush - and other indicators.
Yet S'rei was still rather stubborn, when all was said and done. This may well end with him suddenly lifting her and carrying her back to where Salenth would be waiting for them, but not just yet. Oh, the tease. Speaking of the heat he was all too intimately aware of as she bared more of her breasts for him, brushing against him as she had. He let out something like a feral growl, drawing her against him tightly, his groin pressed into her stomach. She couldn't well tease him so easily like that, now could she? His lips descended on her ear with a slow, deliberate aggression, nibbling at the lobe, his hot breath moving along the sensitive skin.
S'rei's kisses trailed downward along her neck, lingering for a moment at the base before one hand moved along the neckline that she'd lowered, trailing lightly along the flesh she'd been so foolish to bare. His other arm still trapped her tightly against him. She wouldn't be escaping, not this time... His head dipped to bring his hot lips to the softly curving edge of one of her breasts, left open to him now due to her coquettry. Even then, his hand fumbled at the laces of her shirt, though it was soon discovered that he was actually lacing it up.
Kissing along her jaw, he paused just long enough to murmur, "What are you doing, woman? These," his hand brushed her breast softly as he finished with the last knot, "are mine. You may not share them with anyone else." S'rei finally pulled away with a cocky grin, not even bothering to hide how much his actions had served to bring him to the breaking point.
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Post by ryanneoftheweyr on Dec 18, 2007 18:17:01 GMT -5
Nerat,” she repeated, humming a bit to herself, “That’s in the North. I suppose you get a lot of interesting reactions to that.” Ilena was more interested in how everyone else reacted than in the actual fact. She knew that there were terrible things going on in the North, but she knew better than to generalize the area. He seemed to be a nice enough person; he didn’t seem like anyone to get caught up in all the sharding mess that the Northern Continent seemed to breed. “What was it like there?” she inquired, hoping that she wasn’t being overly prying. She was always interested in new places. She really wished that she had gotten more chances to roam, but a single girl, just reaching adulthood didn’t have much of a chance for that and a dragonrider just got to blink between to wherever she wished to see and then blink that. There was no…adventure or intrigue in that. Well, that was unfair. New places were always intriguing, but the trip there and then roughing it was gone. She didn’t mind, though, she had Opeith. That was enough of an adventure for her.
“That does make it convenient,” she agreed, “What was it like at the Hall?” The greenrider laughed, “Sorry for all the questions. The North intrigues me, well, anywhere new intrigues me. I’m notorious for asking questions, or at least that’s what Opeith tells me.” She smiled at him simply, her eyes still twinkling a bit with curiosity. Then again, that was nothing new.
She could see his disgruntle expression as he continued to watch the pair dance. It wasn’t hate that she saw; it was interest and jealousy. He didn’t want to be dancing with her; he wanted to be dancing with that girl. “Marra, hmm, she seems to be putting on a nice little show for you. I think she likes watching your reaction. I’d be careful with that one. She isn’t trying to annoy you; she’s trying to catch her eye. This Marra wants your attention and I highly doubt it’s just because she hates you that much.” She grinned, “I wouldn’t suggest asking her to dance, though, her partner thinks he’s getting somewhere and he might get a little angry.”
Ilena highly doubted that he would take her words for their worth. Men never did. They were highly susceptible to being jealous and he didn’t seem to be immune to that part of his gender. Also, he seemed to be in denial when it came to his feelings for this girl; decided he hated her, not liked her. Ilena could see it written on his face, though, and if she could make him see that, she would. She didn’t think that he would. That was just how it worked. He needed to figure it out for himself.
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