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Post by E on Apr 22, 2006 21:37:05 GMT -5
E’mion raised an eyebrow as the weyrling gold from Sodalis joined their small group. While the majority of youth lay at Lateo when it came to golds, Sodalis held the youngest. Hearing Merda’s introduction of him, his other eyebrow joined the first and he simply laughed. No wonder the woman was a weyrwoman.
“It is nice to meet you Lady Safiya.” he said, standing as the young lady took a seat. Sitting again himself, he let his eyes roam over the room again. It was not long before he was torn from his thoughts again to find a young man escorting the weyrling away.
“Well that didn’t take long…” he muttered to himself before he spotted Kyparla standing nearby. The sight of her captured him momentarily as her voice from past meetings drifted thru his mind. Blinking, he did not fail to notice who the man was that came up behind her, a smile dancing on his lips.
Watching the red-haired woman take her seat, he found himself tilting his head slightly at the mention of his name. A crooked smile played at his own lips as he turned to face the two weyrwomen more fully.
“Now now Weyrwoman Kyparla. Just because my wing has a reputation does not mean that we do not also know when to show respect.” Nodding to Merda then to G’llahar, his eyes grew a little darker. “Expecially when in the presence of two lovely women. Don’t you agree Weyrleader?”
E’mion knew full well that G’llahar would have bristled should he have spoken such words anywhere or any time other than here with Merda at his side. With her there and a little wine in his stomach, the Helios Wingleader was willing to take some chances. Everyone was in good spirits anyways.
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Post by dragonmenta on Apr 23, 2006 5:00:58 GMT -5
K'ton nodded to the Weyrwoman in answer to her question. He smield at Safiya, noting her surpised expression with satisfaction, "Well, i had a change of heart. A dance with you was a hard offer to pass up." He winked at her quickly, face turned away from the Weyrwoman. He sat down waiting ptiently for her. He grabbed a bubbly from the nearest drudge and had finished half of one hismelf, he wasn't that hungry though.
He resisted a laugh at her statement. He played along. "Well of course, i had to be dressed in my best for the fest. I would never think of attneding such an event without proepr attire." He said, some of his usual cheekiness coming out. He caught a quick glance of the Weyrwoman and sobered up. "You, on the other hand, Safiya, look simply stunning." And he wasn't lying. He liked the simplicity of her dress matched with the depth of her eyes. She looked, to him, as much a Weyrwoman as the rest of them.
He stood up quickly at her pull, nodding as politely as possible as they rushed away. He smiled as they were about to begin the dance. He spoke casually now. "Well, i guess you have to be polite to the Weyrwoman." He placed a caloused hand gently on her waist, "But now we can just dance...no etiquette required." As the music began he felt all the unused dances he had been taught come back to him and led her fairly well, although he had to take some peeks at nearby partners. He guided her into a spin and then asked as she came back to face him, "So, I hope you're having a good time? I'm a little rusty." He avoided another pair, sidestepping quickly. Even if he had missed much of the feast, it was still turning out fine.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Apr 23, 2006 8:04:57 GMT -5
Morelia smiled up at him. He had to ask...not that she minded because the truth would not hurt anyone. "J'mie was a friend of mine as a Weyrbrat, well more like he followed me around a little... I am six turns older. I left Lateo at sixteen. If you do the math darling, you will see we could not have been anything other than friends." She knew that he simply wanted to know about her past. Her eyes rested on the floor for a moment. Perhaps she was asking too much of him. He would be curious about all her male friends and then she would have to tell him the truth adn he would be a bit eenvious and perhaps feel a bit hurt....Oh what was she doing?
The green rider pushed the troubled thoughts from her mind. L'kel made a choice, and so did she. Morelia only hoped it would not be a big issue tonight. No doubt she would run into a few exes, most of them nice. She began to get the sinking feeling that she should not ahve attended this feast.
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J'mie stopped a moment thinking up a good many ways to say no but his head did not win out ofver emotions this time. "Of cuorse Lady." He moved to her side of the table, holding a hand out as was proper. "Shall we?" His voice more formal than he probably should have maded it. J'mie was not about to change his mind. Not at that moment.
"How are you enjoying the evening?" He asked as he walked to the floor where the other dancers were grouping. He didn't seem to know how to show emotion at that point. It wasn't really anythign Mariska had done, though people might think she was the cause. He just remembered a night like this many turns before...and he wanted to lock himself away.
Gavanth was pleased to hear the Queen did not approve of the brown's rider but he decided it would be better not to focus on the negatives. He looked at the Queen beside him when he spoke to her. It is a beautiful night, though it does not compare to you. A race would be fun...I don't think J'mie would mind...
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Post by fallinrayne216 on Apr 23, 2006 9:28:44 GMT -5
"Are you going to finish that?" She pointed to the rest of the bubbly pie. She couldn't handle a bubbly pie openly waiting for someone to it it while the air chilled it. If he waited until after they danced, it would surely be cold. The weyrling couldn't imagine wasting a bubbly pie, even if that meant she had to finish it while she was still full. Well, he didn't seem interested in it. She assumed he ate before he arrived and that was why he passed up the rest of his pie.
Safiya slid the plate over and finished off the bubbly pie before sliding it right back to where it was. If anyone had looked at the bubbly pie, turned around, and then looked back, the bubbly pie would have magically disappeared. She turned to K'ton, laughing as he continued to play along. "Why thank you, K'ton. As do you." The weyrling had assumed the compliment to her was still part of his playing around, so she just continued without realizing he had truly meant it.
Even so, it was time to dance and she wasn't going to let another dance get started without them. On the dance floor as the music started, her hand rested lightly on his shoulder while her other hand matched up with his. Safiya laughed lightly before it turned into one of her bright smiles. "Well, that's good. Manners get tiring after awhile." K'ton led the dances better than he said he was, and the weyrling easily followed his lead. Her dress flowed around her as she moved, drawing attention to her while she danced.
The brownrider spun her around, and her dress came up a bit to swirl around her legs. Then they were back again, and Safiya chuckled at his comment. "Of course I'm enjoying myself! If you hadn't arrived, I don't know if I would have even made it to the dance floor." All the men that had arrived seemed to have partners already and it was hard to steal them away for just one dance. "If this is you rusty, I would love to see when you're not. I think you're doing a splendid job leading me." She smiled as her eyes gazed up at his.
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Post by dragonmenta on Apr 23, 2006 11:02:48 GMT -5
K'ton looked down at Safiya with a plealsant expression on his face while they danced. For some reason this was nicer than doing extra training alone that night. She danced well, he could see, and feel under his hand, and decided to step up the tempo a little, holding her eyes while he let his feet move with skill just let out of a long hibernation.
"Well i'm glad i was here for you, it would be a shame to be here with out a dance-" He tripped up the tiniest bit and bit his lip, smiling but a little embarrassed, "I huessi might still need a little mroe practice," His eyes were laughing now. "I guess you spoke too soon. But perhaps you wouldn't mind me taking up a little more of your time with another dance, or," He wodnered if she might want to do somethign else, "Maybe we could perhaps go for a walk. Its really nice out tonight."
He spinned her around again, eyes meeting back with hers as she swung back to him, there bodies merely a couple inches away. He continued dancing, even as the music began to slow, "But its up to you," he finished.
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Post by Memorie on Apr 23, 2006 15:38:09 GMT -5
"As it always does, Weyrwoman Kyparla," Merda replied courteously, and not dishonestly either. Lateo's functions were always at the top of Merda's lost of things to attend, and not without reason. It was the other Weyr's kitchen that made the best roast wherry, after all, and it was common knowledge that the Sodalis Weyrwoman's weakness was a tender piece wherry breast. "The food, as always, is excellent." High praise from Merda.
The Lateo Weyrleader approached from behind his Weyrwoman, and the tension in the air between the young Wingleader beside Merda, and the Weyrleader in front of her thickened like tuber stew. Merda's right eyebrow raised. "Indeed, Kyparla, good E'mion here has been a fine gentleman to an old lady," Merda said, a smile twitching the corners of her mouth as E'mion talked of lovely women. "See what I mean? We could use a few more of your type at my Weyr, Wingleader E'mion, if you're ever interested," she said, placing a hand on his arm.
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Post by Dizzy on Apr 23, 2006 17:59:43 GMT -5
“I am glad to hear Merda… Helios riders aren’t always known for their gentile qualities, E’mion though is ever surprising me.” Kyparla tried to ignore the feeling of disquiet between the two men.
“But of course, E’mion. Such great beauty does inspire us to be better men… no matter how vulgar we are within our wings.” The Weyrleader, after pushing the Weyrwoman’s chair in pulled out is own and sank easily onto it. Taking a sip of his wine, G’llahar looked out over the crowd of revealers, un-phased by the Wingleader‘s dark tone. “Lady Merda, We couldn‘t have you taking away our finest Wingleader…”
Kyparla, a blush tinting her cheeks to peach, glanced down, trying to avoid both men‘s eyes.
“Thank you Merda, the compliment is well appreciated. I will have to pass your praise onto Fortine and Kezna… they worked very hard to prepare the menu.” The gold rider tried to say nothing in return to Merda’s attentions toward the bronze rider, but an unexplained jealousy built in her heart, springing up like a well. Smiling, “I see G’llahar has to watch his wings… and I… do I have to worry about you tempting away our cooks and Headwoman?” Raising her glass to her lips the Weyrwoman took a long sip of the dark liquid… peering over her cup Kyparla’s eyes wondered over E’mion, settling on his face… She could almost hear her name on his lips.
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Post by E on Apr 23, 2006 18:29:26 GMT -5
E’mion couldn’t help but wonder if he should bristle or not at the weyrleaders mention of his wing’s qualities, but it had been something that E’mion actually prided in. Who needed weak men in their wing anyways? It was, however, not the comment of qualities that sent E’mion pouring himself more wine, but the man’s comment on his leadership skills. Was there a hidden insult in that?
Finding Merda’s hand on his arm, he turned to offer her more wine as well. “Of course, mi’lady. I’ll keep the offer in mind though I think you would find yourself hard pressed. Like G’llahar said… my wing hasn’t the best reputation…”
Just as he spoke L’nuo had managed to scoop up a nearby woman, twirling her around extravagantly on the dance floor as she let out a surprised squeek.
“See what I mean.”
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Post by Memorie on Apr 23, 2006 18:42:25 GMT -5
Merda thought she might have heard a slight in G'llahar's words, and she pursed her lips. "That will be quite enough of that, Weyrleader," she said, putting a tinge on the title to remind him of his rank and that he ought to be above such things. There was a time for insult, and in front of company was quite not it. Waving the matter away, she turned back to Kyparla. "No, of course not, my dear. Unless, of course, they wish to transfer," she said, crow's feet appearing at the corners of her eyes. "I'd not turn away such able helpers, who would?" she said, ending in her own chuckle.
Turning to see what E'mion was pointing out to her, she chuckled again. "All I see, dear Wingleader, is a young man having a good time. A Hatching Feast is a good time, correct?" And Merda suddenly suspected why G'llahar was so brusque to E'mion. E'mion hadn't won the flight, and had wanted to. Merda was no fool, she had noticed Kyparla's subtle looks to E'mion, had watched her watching the Wingleader. "Hmm," she muttered to herself.
Caliath? she asked tentatively. The dragon, if she were awake, would know what Merda wanted to know.
Yes, and yes, Merda.
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Post by Dizzy on Apr 23, 2006 19:30:34 GMT -5
'He rubs me the wrong way... grates. Can't explain it.’ The bronze rider was usually in better humor, more tolerant... more polite, but tonight... Don’t let it… we have the Sr. Gold… G’llahar
"Enough of what dear Lady? Is it not appropriate to give compliment?" G'llahar grinned at the Weyrwoman's reprimand. She needed to remember that she was guest here... although someone with Merda's age prolly had a hard time remembering to mind her own.
"The night is still young Weyrwoman..." The bronze rider smiled, his green eyes dancing as he took another sip of wine... barely -giving notice to the brown rider. "We will see if your opinion of Helios doesn't change with the rising sun... That is if you plan on honoring Lateo by staying..."
G'llahar noticed Kyparla's lingering gaze and put an arm around the back of her chair, leaning close to whisper in her ear. "Does he offend you? If so, I can pull him aside and ask him to retire to different table. J'ren should be there as it is."
Putting down her goblet Kyparla turned, her lips a breath away from the Weyrleader's ear... her heart pounding heavily in her chest. "E'mion is fine, He amuses Merda... please." Meeting G'llahar's green eyes, Kyparla smiled beautifully and laid a hand to his cheek for the briefest moment trying to reassure him. In a louder tone, she directed the conversation back toward Sodalis's Sr. Weyrwoman. "And you plan on making too delicious of an offer to be refused?"
Settling herself back into her chair, the gold rider’s eyes went back to E'mion, Kyparla followed the conversation. She tried to discern what the bronze rider's reaction would be to G'llahar's harsh words. "That is all that I see Weyrwoman." Clearing his throat, G’llahar tried to regain his composure… he was not good with affection being shown, public or private an arm around a lady was one thing… but… His cheek felt like it was burning where the slight woman had touched.
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Post by Dizzy on Apr 23, 2006 19:40:12 GMT -5
Pushing back heavy chairs, the brothers joined L’nuo out on the dance floor. Grinning at the woman’s response, R’lan took her hand and pulled her away from L’nuo, picking her up as the pace of the fast reel changed.
J’yse stood back, watching and keeping beat as the dancers and the tempo gained speed. His blue eyes twinkled when a deliciously plump, curvy blond pulled him out on the floor.
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Post by Memorie on Apr 23, 2006 19:56:49 GMT -5
"Hmm," Merda said, intent on ignoring the Lateo Weyrleader now. "He's a bit much, isn't he," she said, pointing through her own chest at G'llahar and leaning into E'mion's ear. Hearing Kyparla's words directed to herself, she turned back to the young Weyrwoman. "Oh, no my dear. It would be entirely improper for me to dare take your Weyrfolk, good as they are. No, but I do need to arrange an appointment with you soon, Weyrwoman Kyparla, to discuss an exchange of sorts. And beyond that, I wanted to know how opposed you would be to me sending a couple of young people here to apprentice to your cooks. If you plan to come to my own Hatching Feast, it's only right for me to serve you as you have so excellently served me, you know."
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Post by E on Apr 23, 2006 20:11:48 GMT -5
Listening silently at the words exchanged, E’mion did not fail to notice Kyparla’s eyes wandering back to him again. The wingleader, however, was not going to return the gaze while G’llahar was present. There was more than Kyparla could have imagined that E’mion needed to keep from the man.
Finding the older weyrwoman leaning to him, he gave her a crooked smile and a wink while her head blocked his face from view. “Nothing I can’t handle ma’am.” he returned under his breath before she turned back to the group.
Turning his gaze back out to his wingriders, she seen L’nuo grabbing a second girl and he wondered briefly what had happened with the first…
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A pouting look came over L’nuo’s face as his wingmate swept the lovely lady away from him. Knowing very well that R’lan would kick his ass, he decided to try his luck stealing a woman from a second man like he had the first. Instantly finding a suitable blonde, she grabbed her waist and pulled her smoothly from the arms of a rather large man and put her into an elegant spin.
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Post by shawncameron on Apr 23, 2006 20:15:41 GMT -5
S’hon should have and did expect her anger to be turned to him… partly. He looked down at her not sure what to think. you should ask her to dance. No but Mazbeth was not going to give up so easily, especially not with the lovely green trying to talk to her own rider at the same time, if they where ever to succeed this would be the time. But you love dancing, and you owe it to her you know… after that drunken display the other night… you can’t possibly want her to think that is how you really are on the dance floor. that made S’hon give pause, he wouldn’t normally care what people thought of him or his dancing but as he looked at Daine he found himself caring… just a bit.
He took a step away from her bowing slightly and putting out his hand just a little, “I hope it was his rudeness and not his offer that you where refusing…” you owe her an apology you know… but S’hon would not go that far, “I owe you a real dance… if you think your up to it?” with out even realizing it he was appealing to her challenging nature, when had he gotten to know her well enough to pull something like that? Mazbeth preened…
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Post by Dizzy on Apr 23, 2006 21:57:11 GMT -5
It seemed she was caught between two cold-hearted men, nether wanting her. Looking down, Kyparla tried to hide the hurt in her eyes. Sometimes E’mion seemed so cold, if only he... At least G’llahar was somewhat of a companion, even if he never made a move to touch her. He had her best interests and the Weyr’s at heart. He was a good Weyrleader, or so she told herself.
“After the feast… We can set a time?” Interested in what Merda wanted to discuss, the redhead’s mind wondered over possibilities. “I wouldn’t miss it… and since you put it that way, I don’t mind bringing in a few apprentices. I will have to discuss arrangements with Kezna, though. I am sure Fortine won’t mind the added hands.”
G’llahar watched the reel, enjoying the looks on the faces of those participating and those only brave enough to watch. He wasn’t much for dancing… not that he couldn’t, but making a fool of himself… no that wasn’t him. Cutting his eyes at the Weyrwoman he thought for a moment that she might enjoy a dance… but no, not right now she seemed happy chatting with Merda about domestic intricacies of the Weyr.”
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J’yse grabbed the young woman’s arms and spun her to him, making her skirt whip around both their legs as they danced down the line… The smile on his face giving evidence to the fun the green rider was having. There was something about being somewhere new… the women always seemed prettier, softer. Stealing a kiss, J’yse lifted her up in the toss dance. She was light on her feet, even with such an ample backside. He would have to remember her… the green rider had a few days to spare… and if not he could always visit.
R’lan winked at the brown rider as he and his partner danced past them. He saw that L’nuo wasn’t mourning over the loss… He quarried the choice though of such a large man’s companion….
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