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Post by fallinrayne216 on Apr 17, 2006 14:31:35 GMT -5
The green had been anticipating the arrival of S'hon and was thrilled when the bronze chose to speak with her first. Daine of course was trying her best to concentrate on the couples dancing rather than anyone entering the room. She couldn't help but let her eyes stray for a moment though when a short but powerful wave of excitement hit her. Wes, what was that for? Why was the green so excited? But as soon as her emerald eyes found S'hon, she knew.
You have a thing for Mazbeth, mine. Wesayath was shocked at such a forward and bold, yet true, statement from Hers. I do not! Mine, just invite S'hon to sit with you. You had to come for some reason, and what other person is there in this room that you actually listen to than S'hon? Daine sighed irritably and turned back towards the dancers, although her eyes flicked back to S'hon now and then. You aren't making any sense. I came in honor of the celebration.
Since when do you ever "come in celebration" of anything? The green had a good point. Such a good point that Veralidaine decided to drop the matter completely. Wesayath focused her attention on Maz for a moment more. I agree...but how are we ever going to get them to even get to the dance floor? Such tricky dragons. But Daine remained oblivious to the matter as her eyes darted from S'hon to the dance floor again and again.
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K'mar laughed and patted his Wingleader on the back. "That's a deal then." His sapphire eyes scanned the crowd, finding so many pairs of women that all he needed was to find two willing enough to dance with Sodalis Riders. "A bit more wine?" The drudge quickly filled his glass and he smiled. "Thank you, madam." He raised the glass to his lips and tried to find two women who were not already partnered with men. "It seems we've arrived a bit late in the picking."
He chuckled and surveyed the room once more before taking a deep breath. "Here it goes. Be prepared, T'sum, for a dance partner will hopefully be on your way shortly." The Wingsecond stood and began to glide around their table towards the more populated areas. Arriving in a large cluster, three women stood together with their men. But it couldn't hurt to ask them for once dance with another man, could it? Bowing down slightly, his smile was instantly alit on his cheerful face that made his blue eyes sparkle.
Just as he was preparing to speak, it appeared one couple were already planning on dancing. Well, that left two, which was still okay with him. "Excuse me, ladies. But could my friend and I borrow you two for a quick dance?" K'mar pointed out T'sum not sitting too far away. He turned to the other man, whom he already knew from previous Hatchings he had attended. "I promise they would be returned to you as soon as the dance is finished." K'mar smiled and turned back to the women. Bowing his head in recognition, he recited their names in memory of the last Hatching where he had also come. "Weyrwoman Kyparla, and Jr. Weyrwoman Corra. May we have this dance?"
He extended both of his hands, hoping they would accept. T'sum needed to at least get one dance in this fine evening, and K'mar knew these two women better than the other strange faces he didn't recognize. Then again, being partnered with a stranger did have its good points. Still, he would like to dance with one of these fine ladies before the night was over.
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"Oh, I love Hatchings!" And every other time of celebration. Safiya chuckled as she found the entrance to the Dining Hall. It wasn't hard to find with all of the music and light shining through the doorway. This was her first turn that she arrived at a Lateo Hatching on her own. She had stayed behind to help the Headwoman with something...but it had taken longer than expected. Of course it took longer...it was you that was helping! The Sodalis goldrider blushed and laughed while shaking her head.
"Always quick to blame me, mine. Either that or your tongue is sharp with honesty that you cannot hold back." Of course Ryceth was right when she said so, but so was Safiya about Hers. The weyrling was dressed in a deep brown that accented her eyes. A long slit trailed from her thigh and continued to the very bottom that allowed her legs freedom of movement. Not only that, but it was the only thing that made her able to ride Ryceth in the first place. Her hair was left alone for the time being…falling to her upper back while her bang outlined her face. She was prepared to tie it up in a messy bun if it bothered her while dancing, something she had forgotten to do last time she was here.
We’re so late, mine! Everyone’s already got dancing partners for the night! Safiya laughed. “You’re just upset that you didn’t get to make an entrance while the others were all arriving. Next Turn, mine.” The weyrling smiled and reached for the door handle when it came swinging open at her face. Saf- Safiya fell to the ground with a thud and her hand instantly began rubbing her forehead, which had taken a direct hit. “Well, I see the party has started off on a good foot.” She chuckled at herself and crawled to her feet. She was such a clutz.
The man who had opened the door rushed towards her, but Safiya was quick to wave him away. “No, no! I’m fine, really. Once I step inside I’ll forget all about it anyway.” She smiled at him and swiftly made her way through the doors before he could stop her. If she went to the Infirmary every time she made a clumsy mistake, she would be living there. Entering the Dining Hall, she was overwhelmed by the laughter and music that had consumed the hearts of all that were dancing or chatting away with their friends. Where should I sit?
The Weyrwoman is by that man over there. The gold weyrling scanned the room and chuckled at Hers. There are many men in here, mine. Be more specific. Or how about you ask Cal-there she is! Merda was indeed next to a man, right in the thick of people. Safiya tried to glide over as quickly as possible, although it wasn’t very fast considering she was trying her best not to trip over her dress. If she didn’t trip over it, then it would be a good night. The sad thing was that her chances of not tripping her slim. “Weyrwoman Merda! I’m so sorry I’m late! I was helping the Headwoman sort through my work from yesterday in the Storage Room before I left and it took longer than expected, and then—oh, excuse me!”
She had completely forgotten about the man by the Sodalis Weyrwoman’s side, and she quickly bowed down in apology. “I’m sorry, Sir. I hope I didn’t interrupt your conversation?” Dimglow. Have you forgotten your manners? Safiya blushed and laughed nervously again. No, of course not! I just…was caught up with another matter. Of course the gold was strict when it came to manners because she always felt that a “Queen” dragon such as herself was only expected to have manners. But she was too regal for Safiya sometimes, who was somehow always found on the floor by some sort of tripping or falling accident. So much for regal.
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Post by shawncameron on Apr 17, 2006 20:51:34 GMT -5
I’m not quite sure yet… but I’m sure we can think of something, I know mine loves to dance even if he won’t tell anyone else that. back in the room S’hon had leaned back in his chair letting it support him with just the back two legs as he put his feet on the chair across from him, both to relax and to keep someone from trying to join him. One toe wiggled to the beet of the song as his eyes flashed from the dancers to Daine then back again. He was trying not to look at her, to not even think of her but that was proving impossible. You should dance with her again…NO he tried to say the rest to himself but he could hide nothing from Mazbeth, why would anyone want to dance with me anyway…
Already a blue rider was moving up to Veralidaine, he was a blue rider by his knots and of Sodalis from his unfamiliar face. S’hon watched him eyes narrowed slightly, he must not know Veralidaine very well… but what if she accepted his request for a dance? S’hon still didn’t move as the rider came up to her holding out his hand and smiling charmingly. He couldn’t hear his words but it was apparent he was laying it on thick as he asked for a dance. your jealous… no I’m not. he looked away again facing the dancing, though his eye moved to look at her again…
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Post by fallinrayne216 on Apr 17, 2006 21:39:19 GMT -5
I've got an idea...just wait for my cue. The green saw through Daine the bluerider moving towards her. Yes, this just might work. As the greenrider scanned the dancefloor again, her view was blocked by another rider. "Excuse me, but--" Her voice wasn't as polite as the words her, letting acid drip from each word as the man continued to stand in her way. Veralidaine let her emerald eyes trail up the frame until they reached the man's face, and unfamiliar one at that.
Sodalis rider? She could guess so by his ignorance of her temper. If she had been any other girl she might have gone weak at the knees, even while sitting. Gorgeous smile, great body and twinkling eyes. He was a man of men. But when she looked at him, she just saw a strange man standing in her way. "--you're blocking my view." Her eyes flashed as she waited for him to either back down or step aside at least, but he did neither. Instead, his hand reached out towards her.
As if by instict she prepared to hit him back if he touched her, but his hand stopped short as if waiting for something. For what? He wants your hand. What's wrong with his own? Mine's for a girl anyway, it wouldn't fit his body type. For once Wes was exasperated with Hers instead of the other way around. No, he's asking you to dance. His hand is for you to hold onto as he pulls you up. Haven't you done this before? Veralidaine had, but she hadn't wanted to remember it.
In her head, her imagination flashed back to the previous night where S'hon had held out his hand to her to ask her to dance and join him on the table. Tonight another man was offering the same thing. Why were people finally asking her to dance now? And why not now? Daine chose to ignore that question as the bluerider asked his question. "Would you care to dance, m'lady?" Of course Daine was not one for words or politeness, but she tried her best for someone who didn't know her.
"I'm sorry, but I'll have to decline your offer." That was an amazing answer to come from her mouth, but the man was more persistant than she had thought. "Just one dance. It couldn't hurt." She gritted her teeth. Not me, but it sure as hell might hurt you. Be nice! Besides, he may just want to see what's underneath that huge shirt of yours or-- What?! The green was pleased with the reaction. Sorry, it slipped when I was talking to His.
Daine was furious, and she glared at the Sodalis rider. "I said no." He jumped a bit at the tone in her voice, but his hand remained. She stared down at it for a second, amazed it was still there. Was this man deaf? Or stupid? "Would you just stop asking?" She slapped away at his hand, not wanting to make a scene that would get her more negative attention than she needed right now. E'mion was already on her case and one more screw up might keep her Grounded for life.
Now was Wesayath's time to act. Hey, Maz. Let Yours know that the bluerider is really bothering Mine and won't leave her alone. Now maybe they had a chance at getting the two to dance. All the while, Daine was fighting off her desire to take her fist at the target on the man's cheek by gripping the bench beneath her.
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Post by shawncameron on Apr 17, 2006 22:03:13 GMT -5
S’hon didn’t need the prod he got from Maz, he could see the man bothering Daine and as she smacked his hand aside he stood. He didn’t move right away not sure why he had stood in the first place but as the blue rider persisted S’hon started to move his black coat flowing ominously about his strong frame. He came up be hind Daine crossing his strong arms over his broad chest and setting his Icy glare on the man saying noting at first.
That could have done the job had the man not been so thick. He looked up and paled visibly as the room seemed to grow cold around him. Dropping his hand he restrained from taking a step back from the combined blows of the woman’s Fire, the fire that had attracted him and now this mans unbearable Ice. Making a stab at bravery the Sodalis rider cleared his throat, “May I help you sir? I was just asking this lovely lady for a dance…”
S’hon still said nothing glancing down at Daines hands clenching the bench and then back at the man shaking his head just a fraction. It worked he took a step back though just a small one and S’hon was growing frustrated. “I believe she said no… a true gentleman would no better then to push himself on a lady…” he narrowed his eyes at the man who finally caught sight of the scar and bowing again stocked away on shaky legs.
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Post by fallinrayne216 on Apr 17, 2006 22:13:10 GMT -5
At first, Daine began to relax as the man stepped back and dropped his hand. At last! He got the point she had been trying to get across. He truly must be a dimglow to take that long. Then the bluerider spoke, but it didn't sound like he was talking to her. Was he talking to himself? She quickly looked around the room, but saw no one else nearby. But by following the bluerider's gaze, she turned around and saw S'hon glaring at the man with as much ice as she had fire.
How come S'hon could get him to go away just like that and she had to literally fight him? As the man walked away, Daine pushed him from her mind and turned her annoyance on S'hon, who just happened to be there right when she was beginning to lose her temper. "I could have fended him off, you know. He was just about to leave." She eyed him, her fiery gaze doing nothing against his cold glare. Well, now that he was over here...Ask him to dance.
What? That was not what I had been thinking. Of course it was. He loves to dance, Maz says. Just ask and he won't say no. No. Daine tried to forget about what Wes had been saying, but for some reason she did want to dance with him again. Was it because she didn't believe that last night could be real? What if it was all a dream? She would know if it was real if they danced together tonight...but there was no way she was going to ask him...and if he asked her, could she deny him?
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Apr 18, 2006 23:30:36 GMT -5
He led Zylaera to the floor with the other dancers. Taking in her robes again he thought she must feel odd wearing them around so many well dressed people... ahh but it didn't matter. Nothing could hide her natura beauty and charisma. "I'll stand again...I have to impress a dragon to charm your Carseith." With that he gave a roguish smile.
Hanen had only been vaguely listening tot he music though he had no real opinion on the music he thought it didn't matter so much it was simply something to talk about. "I dont mind it... I'd prefer something much more lively this early in the night. All that matters is who you are dancig with...and right now I have a wonderful dance partner so music is simply background to that."
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Morelia let the other Bronzer sweet talk as she knew he would. "Well Wingsecond A'sero, that would be a welcome addition to my dinner." She spokoe of the wine and not the dancing of course. She moved closer to her paramour, a slender should touching his arm...she just wanted to feel his presence. Then her hand felt a gentle tug from a good friend. "Morelia, I'll steal this one, so that your L'kel may have you for the rest of the night." He nodded politely to the others as she took his arm like a lady would. "Now, how do you find them so young?" He laughed. "Come now J'mie, its not age. Besides I hardly look as old as you are." Morelia landed a fun insult. He was dancing with her for a reason. "Actually I need some advice..." "From me?" "About women...as usual..." "Awww...J'mie, you needn't feel that there is no hope..." "Celinde is still on my mind, one never forgets a true love..but I am beggining to fall again. I don't know if I should bother pursuing her as she has a boyfriend..." Morelia's grin was almost too knowledgeable. "J'mie, you still don't get it do you?" He looked away across the room where another couple were dancing...so that was who he liked.
"Mariska is a very nice goldrider, and a young one too..."she whispered. "You need to know that women want you to tell them how you like them and why and that they are first on your mind... and it would be best to do so in the most humiliating fashion without humiliating her too." "That sounds even more confusing..." "Well then why don't you just have gavanth fly her dragon? You know he can outmanuever many of the other bronzes...its not like anyone would ask why you participated she is the junior Weyrwoman."
"Its not that I ahven't considered it, in fact Gavanth is set on it. I'm just concerned..." "That a brown will outfly Gavanth... that will never happen. He has more speed, endurance manueverability. Even in green flights a Bronze will outfly a brown... even if the green prefers browns...trust me I know." Morelia only hoped her words were reassuring the man, knowing what a nervous wherry he could be. After all she was the one who had dared him to go out with his first girl...and that had turned to a disaster...ah well. No one was perfect.
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Post by dragonmenta on Apr 19, 2006 10:31:18 GMT -5
sSe smiled at him, "I know you will." Adn then she let herself be brought under the spell of the music and the feel of her partners body as they danced. "...Although," She added, "I wil ltell you now, Carseith won't be so easy to charm...but if your dragon is anything like you, she'll probably favor him, as i do to you." She wondered if when they were older and had both Impressed, if they would be lovers. She wasn't sure...he was jut such a good friend, but sometimes it was good to have a friend as a mate.
She smiled at his compliment, "Indeed, it is the partner that makes the dance." She rested her head lightly on his shoulder. He was at a good height for her. "How about this," She whispered, "If the next ones fast, we'll do that one too and show those old riders what young people can do." She challenged him.
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As the song came close to an end, Mariska led G'rec off the floor. "I just want to see a few friends of mine, than you can go to your wing." She whispered to the Brownrider. She noticed Safiya enter the hall and made a mental note to go say hi later. She hadn't really met the younger Sodalis Jr. but could already guess she'd like her better than Corra.
"A'ser,Yuri and...L'kel? You know my weyrmate G'rec." She was slightly suprised to see the Sodalis rider, but turned and saw J'mie with Morelia. Maybe Maybe L'kel was here with the Sodalis rider...it would be a little surpising, considering when she had last seen them. Or maybe J'mie had a date with Morelia...and...oh ,now she was getting confused. And was A'ser owith Yuri. Maybe she should try and keep up on these things. "So you all enjoying the feast." She asked.
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A'sero nodded to J'mie as he went off to dance and looked up again as his old friend joiend the table. He saw the confused look in Mariska's eye and quickly explained," She's not my date," He nodded towards Yuri, "J'mie has no dtae either and L'kel is here with Morelia but Morelia and J'mei are old friends so she dancign with him." She sighed. "I don't get it as much as you. Oh, and i'm having quite the nice time. I can't wait for one of thesei n honor of Zramuth." He said, knowign just what would please the weyrwoman. "Would you liek a seat," He asked after giving G'rec a firm handshake. "No, its alright, i expect to be on my feet for most of tonight anyways."
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L'kel watched as his weyrmate left wit hthe Wingleader but didn't worry about it too much. He was about to ask the other Wingsecond a question when the Lateo Jr.Weyrwoman came over. Their first meeting hadn't gone so well, but he was different now, with Morelia. "Lady Mariska. G'rec." He nodded to them, cringing at the crude way in which aA'sero put things. He helped himself to another glass of wine.
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Post by Memorie on Apr 19, 2006 14:47:32 GMT -5
((I do believe I have way too many characters for my own good.)) J'daer entered the Weyrhall, sneer firmly locked on his face. The clutch had been made up of little more than twenty eggs, a paltry amount for a Senior Queen attempting to plan for the coming Red Star and Threads. And then, the candidates submitted for the dragonets, little more than whimpering, snivelling babes. Privately, and a few times aloud, J'daer wondered if some of the bronzes had had to settle for their riders. Especially those little moron boys from the Holds and Crafts, the non-Weyrbred ones, could they even handle living in the Weyr? Much less being bonded to another creature, and a dragon highest of all. "Uch," J'daer muttered, walking past one of the new brownriders, who was waving his arms around wildly. In the front of his mind, J'daer just knew that if his Barduth had flown Savath, the clutch would have been a Record-breaker, and then he could have put that uppity little red-head in her place...the place of all women, thought J'daer nastily. Stomping up to the Sidus table, he grabbed an empty chair and threw himself down in it, rudely scraping the legs on the floor as he pulled it back in. Resting his chin on his face, he turned his visage upon the meal that had been prepared. Wherry, of course, and a roast beast that looked more than a little delicious. No matter what mood he was in, J'daer always found the food the kitchens put out more than satisfactory, though he always said different. Taking a knife from his belt, he began to slice pieces of both roast wherry and roast beast and put them on his plate, ignoring the vegetables altogether. He grabbed the most tender, ripe looking fruit from a pile in a basket, and took a chunk out of, wiping the juices from the corner of his lip. ~~~ Kabhi retired from the dance floor, which had always been a particular love of hers, waving over her shoulder at her partner. She turned to the Luna wing table and sat down quietly, taking a piece of redfruit to moisten her lips and tongue, savoring the delicious, tangy taste of the fruit's meat. After closing her eyes to savor the taste, she looked up at the Head Table, where many gold riders were sitting. Let's see, there's Kyparla, of course, and Mariska with Corra...who's that dark-haired woman, Alth?The green was silent for a few moments, and then said, She is Gold Caliath's rider. Merda, Weyrwoman of Sodalis Weyr, Kabhi.Thanks.~~~ Milaka and Shereae found seats together at the Weyrfolk table, and both filled their plates immediately, though Shereae rather favored the roast wherry over the beast, and Milaka the opposite. Tubers abounted upon their plates, as did various fruits. "Looks good," Milaka mused, reaching for an orange fruit. Shereae finished chewing, swallowed, and smiled at him. "Indeed, it does. We'll have to tell the Headwoman so soon, you know." ~~~ Merda's eyebrows flew into her hairline as she watched the Weyrling goldrider quickly approaching her. "Oh dear," she mumbled. Merda had been surpried when the klutz had Impressed the golden hatchling, surprise which Caliath had soundly rattled her for. My children always choose correctly, Merda. They never choose wrong, the dragon had said, pulling her head up righteously. Merda had just chuckled at her dragon's temper, so like her own."Safiya, come up here, girl. You know that, as a goldrider, you belong at the Head Table. I thought I told you that?" Merda's face looked concerned. "And this is E'mion, who would like to return to his own friends and company." The goldrider pulled a chair out for the weyrling. Leaning down to talk to her, she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. "You did tell M'larain you were coming, correct? You know he'll mount a search party for his only Weyrling goldrider."
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Apr 20, 2006 12:31:37 GMT -5
Hanen smiled a bit... if he were the blushing type..well things would ahve been different. "As long as your other admirers don't mind me stealing yet another dance..." Hanen said with a sneaking suspicion that he might be able to get more dances with her later in the night as well. If he could monopolize her time he would but he knew she ahd many friends at the Weyr who needed her attention. "As if they could ever dance better than the pair of us." Hanen smirked a bit then set himself up properly for teh next dance.
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Morelia came back to the table J'mie in tow though it appeared he would rather be a million turns away at the moment. He couldn't bring himself to be civil to G'rec so he ignored the man when he came to the table. Morelia caught herself glancing at the only person in the room she really cared for...She came up behind him quietly and placed an arm around the tall man's waist. She barely aknowledged MAriska, the way a greenrider ought to but she had a bad feeling about how J'mie was going to react. "L'kel, lets dance this song is sure to be a lively one." Morelia's blue eyes sparkled in challenge. "Unless you can't keep up with the pace?"
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J'mie after sitting down, poured probably his fifth glass of wine for the evening. As sure as the sun would come up in the morning, J'mie would be drunk tonight... as he wanted to be. He never drank and had always held a standard of respect for himself by not doing it, but the Goldrider was really messing with him now, what could he do, she loved that brownrider... who J'mie thought was less than worthy of her, any man that cheated on a woman was less than worthy of her. If he had been a bronze, J'mie would still despise him. Even if he had no feelings for her, he despised most helios riders anyway.
Actually at the moment all J'mie wanted to do was dance.. so after taking another sip of his wine, he looked across the tables, not actually indicating any one person as he said, "Would anyone be up for a dance...I like the beat adn Faranth knows only the best dancers can keep up with a song like this...." He wasn't sure anyone would take him up on his challenge but what the heck it was worth a try.
Gavanth meanwhile was busy sitting with Zramuth. He really did care for the Queen. Mine is making a fool of himself as usual...he always does this when hes in a bad mood. I hope yours does no take offense. Gavanth was really upset that J'mie was not himself tonight. It was that silly brownrider, getting inthe way...Gavanth had nothing against the brown but he didn't like the way he was treating Zramuths and he really didn't like the affect he was having on his.
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Post by fallinrayne216 on Apr 20, 2006 15:49:24 GMT -5
Safiya flew towards the Weyrwoman as she was ordered to join her at the Head Table. "Yes, ma'am." She knew where she was supposed to be seated, although she didn't understand why. Why should a girl so much smaller and less knowledgable sit at the Head Table while the far brighter girls were not assigned to a table on such a night as this? She had no rank in this Weyr since Ryceth had hatched at Sodalis, and yet she still found herself at the same table...just of a different location.
You sit there because of me. My Rider should not be sitting amongst the rest of those greens who think they can take my glory from me. The weyrling bit her lip to stop from laughing at Hers. Of course not, mine. But how am I supposed to meet the greens and become friends with them if I cannot sit with them like an equal? Before Ryceth could answer, Merda drew her attention again. Safiya quickly bowed her head in respect to the Wingleader.
"It was nice meeting you, Sir." Her smile was instantly revealed and she quietly took her seat beside Merda. The weyrling sucked in the moment through her senses, making sure to memorize every second that she was here. The music, the dancing, the laughter and chatter...it was all memorable. She could not wait to dance, and her eyes tried to find familiar faces which she might dance with. You have not eaten since morning. Safiya waved the concern aside.
I can eat when I get back. There's still too much to do and to see. Look at all these people, mine! The gold was less than enthused at the moment. She was still trying to draw attention to herself with the other dragons, but it was hard to accomplish when there were so many larger golds already present. I'm sorry, Ry. Next time we'll arrive right on time and you can make your big entrance. That would be much better.
Safiya chuckled, although it was barely heard among the rowdy laughter behind her. She turned at Merda's question and her eyes widened. "Well..." I have told His of our departure while you were still speaking with the Headwoman. The weyrling breathed a sigh of relief. Thank you, mine. I don't know what I would do without you. Nothing, of course. The gold preened and Hers had to laugh. She then realized she had left Merda without an answer.
"Yes, he has been told. Will he not be joining us here?" She wanted to know everyone who was here or yet to arrive. Her excitement was building with each song that was played as her eyes seemed to glow with the fascination of the dancers on the dance floor. Go dance then. I need a partner first. Well, while waiting get something to eat. Your hunger is starting to irritate me. Safiya smiled as she turned to the nearest drudge. "Could I have some klah and a bubbly pie please? I guess I forgot to eat before I arrived." She smiled and hoped they had her one favorite food: bubbly pies.
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Post by dragonmenta on Apr 22, 2006 11:14:34 GMT -5
K'ton entered the hall, feeling somewhat uncomftorable. He was still wearing lwathers, as he hadn't really planned to comne at all and he was late. He noticed the reason he was there over at the head table by one of the most frightening women he could think of. He shrugged off one of his already drunken Duro friends, attempting to look a little more respectable than he usually would.
He walked over to her, tappping her lightly on the shoulder, "Lady Safiya," He said in greeting, knowign she didn't like the term but wantign to seem polite in front of the Sr.Weyrwoman. "And Lady Merda," He tipped his head to her, black curls falling onto his eyes. "Would you like a dance?" He asked the Weyrling and then realized she might want to east first and shifted uncomftorably, "Or perhaps bite to eat first?" He let the question hang, trying not to seem as out of place as he felt.
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L'kel met Morelia's eyes and stood up, agnowledging the table. "I can always keep up," He grinned, "You should know that." He placed swing her gently ont othe dance floor. "I was wonderign when you would ak." He decided to segway into hsi real question, "So that Wingleader...old friend right? Like really good old childhood friend?" He asked hopefully, but his eyes were somewhat teasing. He readied himself as the music began. He enjoyed these fast dances.
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Zylaera smiled, letting herself be led by Hanen as the beat began. She answered him with a word, "Never." She let herself be carried int othe first spin, her cheeks flushed to match her hair.
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Mariska noticed J'mie pick up another glass of wine and frowned. It wa tiem for her to step in. "J'mie" She nudged his glass aside slightly with her hand, "How about a dance?" She smiled, holding out her other hand to the Wingleader. She looked to G'rec who shrugged slightly, and turned to chat with A'sero. Mariska "I'm sure i could take your challenge." She asnwered, knowing that she could keep excellant pace in these athletic dances.
Zramuth listened to Gavanth, pelased to have the attnetion of such a fine Bronze. Mine's Weyrmate seems to constantly make a fool of himself and drink too much...i think she finds it endearing. Zramtuh said with a hint of annoyance towards the specific brownrider, but cheered quickly. She stretched her wings slightly and had an idea. [/b]Its such a nice night, isn't it, Gavanth? How about a race?[/b]
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Post by Memorie on Apr 22, 2006 11:28:55 GMT -5
Merda sniffed. "Master M'larain often thinks himself above a bit of partying and merry-making, my dear. You'll soon learn that." As the Weyrling Goldrider recieved some bubbly pies, Merda smiled. She had heard of Safiya's profound love of the pastries. Taking her own seat next to her Weyrling, she gestured for a drude to cut her some roast wherry, and sipped good white wine. A young man with black hair and generous curls came over to see Safiya. "Good evening, K'ton. I do hope you are enjoying yourself," she said politely. It was more of a statement than a question.
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Post by fallinrayne216 on Apr 22, 2006 12:21:18 GMT -5
The intoxicating smell was enough to make her heart pound and her nerves go wild. If she had been standing, her knees just might give way. Either that or her legs would carry her involuntarily towards the sweet smell of bubbly pies. She couldn't deny them no matter what she tried. If one was placed right before her, she may tell herself not to go eat it, but her body would instantly react and before she had any chance to stop herself, half of it would already be eaten.
Ryceth called it an illness of hers, but Safiya was not ashamed of her definite craving. There was the downfall that if she was trying to sneak around someplace and the room she was avoiding had any bubbly pies in there, her body would take her there when she fought to run away. Good thing you don't sneak around places anyway. The weyrling smiled as she took another bite of her bubbly pie. The hot pie burned her tongue but the sweetness of it overcame the pain.
It was so juicy and flavorful and she savored every bite she took. Eating it this way made it seem like she took hours to eat one bubbly pie, and yet she ate it faster than anyone she knew. Still, she wanted this night to be as good as possible, she she wouldn't down her food in one bite. If she did so, she might get a stomach ache while dancing, and therefore miss out on the rest of the night. She refused to miss any dancing whatsoever, and so she took smaller bites and a small break between each.
Focusing back on her conversation with the Weyrwoman, Safiya still couldn't understand why he wouldn't attend. Above merry-making? What did that mean? Who didn't enjoy dancing? "But--" Onath's is here. The gold weyrling stopped the sentence before she could truly get started with it. K'ton? Yes, mine. Her chocolate eyes scanned the Weyrhall, but she still found no sight of him. Well, he would come in eventually. In the meantime...her bubbly pie wasn't getting any hotter.
She took another bite, slowly eating away the pie until there was only a quarter of it left. This may be the slowest you've ever eaten a bubbly pie before. Safiya chuckled at the joke, although to Ryceth it was just a true statement. I'm almost finished, and then I can concentrate on dancing, right? She had eaten as the gold had requested, and she couldn't sit and wait any longer while so many people had already taken to the dance floor. Taking a sip of her klah, something tapped her shoulder and her head quickly swung about.
"K'ton! I thought I--" Safiya stopped, looked at the Sr. Weyrwoman, and then back to the brownrider. Ah, I see. She quickly understood his politeness and decided it was only fair that she was polite as well...although her manners always seemed to fall short of being completely lady-like. "Oh, I would love to! Although, if you wouldn't mind just sitting with me for a few more minutes until I finished my bubbly pie." She grinned and offered him the seat beside her so that she was in between him and Merda in case he was too uncomfortable.
Bubbly pie over dancing? Of course! She laughed and took another bite. "So, I see you're dressed for the occasion." Safiya smiled as she noticed he was still in his leathers. Then compare him to her, who was in her deep brown gown that brought out the intense shade of chocolate in her eyes. Luckily she hadn't done anything fancy with her hair and she had just left it down as it was. There certainly wasn't enough time for that if she really wanted to arrive and still have enough time for a few dances.
She finished off her bubbly pie at record speed when she realized the Hatching Feast didn't have too much longer to go before it was over. Using her klah to drink it all down, she grabbed K'ton by the wrist and pulled him towards the dance floor. Manners, mine. Safiya froze and then hurried back to Merda. "I'm sorry, ma'am. It was nice talking to you and if you don't mind, I would like a quick dance with K'ton." She doubted the Weyrwoman would object since she hadn't said anything when K'ton asked in the first place, but she just wanted to be polite.
Then she turned and walked as fast as she could without tripping over her dress to K'ton and the dance floor where she had left him. "I'm sorry about that, K'ton. Ry reminded me that I'm supposed to have manners." She laughed softly as the previous song ended. Looking around, she saw pairs of people who looked as if they hadn't stopped dancing since they arrived. Lucky them. That will be me next time, although that will most likely be in Sodalis. Caliath is to rise soon, is she not? Yes, she is. That would be exciting as well, but less stressful since she would already be there and not have to worry about being late.
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Post by Memorie on Apr 22, 2006 13:28:34 GMT -5
Merda smiled at the young pair as Safiya stood to leave. Suddenly, Safiya remembered her manners, and asked permission. "Oh, begone with you both," Merda said, waving her hand in a dismissory manner, but smiling to take the bite from her words. She turned to talk to J'ren, who actually had been at the Hatching, just a few rows away. He'd been late, of course, but no matter.
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Post by Dizzy on Apr 22, 2006 18:24:32 GMT -5
Kyparla returned the tall woman’s embrace, holding her cherished friend close. The smile on her lips faded a bit though as she heard the words echoed by Zramuth’s rider. She felt a knot in the bottom of her stomach… only when the gold rider amended the fact that Savath was mother and not she did the redhead breath easy. ‘Thank Faranth…’ Her eyes drifted once again toward where Sodalis’s Weyrwoman was seated and to the tall man standing beside her, hungry for even just the sight of the bronze rider.
“Excuse me…” G’llahar stepped to Kyparla’s side, wine goblet in hand and a smile lighting his dark green eyes. “Lady Mariska. I thank you for the praise and will make sure it is passed along.” He rested a work hardened hand on the Weyrwoman’s back. “Lady Rider I have your wine… shall I seat you?”
“Thank you G’rec. Mariska, I do hope we can talk later.” Turning her attention to her Weyrleader, “Yes, please G’llahar.”
“E’mion, Lady Merda.” The tall man nodded to both as he pulled out the Weyrwoman’s seat. “I hope Lateo’s hospitality proves adequate.”
“Yes Lady Merda… Lateo welcomes you.” Kyparla smiled at the Sodalis Weyrwoman. “I hope that E’mion has been polite?”
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