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Post by hrsegrl245 on May 5, 2006 13:50:02 GMT -5
"My wing would be honored by your prescence Lady Ollandra and Shimeath's as well. I know many of them think very highly of you both." He was speaking truthfully. His Wing had a certain respect for the ex Weyrwoman. They all seemed to think she was still very much a figure of power as they knew that young people were running the weyr. They had to go to someone for advice and direction. Well Gavanth wasn't exactly young, not compared to the Weyrwoman and her new Weyrleader.
J'mie took a seat across from Ollandra hoping no one minded him sitting at the head table as he had been with his own wing most of the night. "I've already had my share of wine tonight. Rest assured my wing will be up bright and early tomorrow even if they have headaches. Thread will fall under any circumstance. They must be ready for that."
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Z'rion lauged at her wine statement. "I will too. Besides I wouldn't want to feel ill tomorrow. Just in case we have drills early." He grinned. "I don't believe I've ever been to this many in a row. I think I'm growing a bit too fond of feasting. I don't need to eat so much without training. Wouldn't want to end up looking like my father." The way he said it suggested his father was rather rotund, and though he was rotund, his father was a tall man too so it was more that he would be considered large than fat. He still thought hs father a burly, ugly man though his mother was a pretty enough woman. He would not get into how they met again his parents were an enigma even to him.
"That roast wherry looks delicious." As he said it he was watching the dancing. He would hate to miss the dancing. "He had a drudge fill his glass with some water. "Ahh well, heres to Savath's first clutch."
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Post by Dizzy on May 5, 2006 17:01:51 GMT -5
"So it seems." Kyparla's eyes lit up as she saw the other gold rider. Quickly she lost her as the Weyrleader took her father down the line of dancers... it was a few moments later before she could finish her reply.
"Yes. G'llahar feels he is obliged to keep me entertained." Smiling the redhead tried to take some of the sting from her words.
The tall man didn't reply to Kyparla, but arched an eyebrow before pulling the woman closer. 'Oh how does she know how to cut me...' He smiled at the Junior Gold… a Junior in name only really. "I see you don't want for partners Mariska. I suppose you won't have a dance for me?"
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Post by lyricalblue on May 5, 2006 20:32:15 GMT -5
Ollandra nodded and smiled softly, it really was good to feel needed or at least appricieated. She'd been finding that she was having to busy herself more and more about the Weyr. All those youngsters dancing about, really now experiance was greatly needed in a Weyr. "It is good to hear some riders will have their witts about them tomorrow." She winked slyly at the Wingleader and took her first bite of the wherry. She smiled and ahhed properly in case any of the kitchen staff had been watching. "You are quite right, the wherry is perfection. I shall make a note to go thank the staff later."
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The Harper laughed brightly. "Oh I doubt that would happen, try to keep up with me on my morning runs and it for sure will not." She raised her glass with his in toast, still smiling. "To the first and may there be many more." As a plate was laid before her Kami smiled her thanks to the drudge and then dug into the meal heartily. It was good, the fare at the Weyr was so much better than the rations she was used to while wandering.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on May 6, 2006 20:06:48 GMT -5
J'mie wasn't eating again he ahd already eaten plenty earlier and he wanted to keep his trim figure. Somehow his eyes drifted to the dance floor and he was watching people he knew dancing. This was why he liked feasts, watching people ahve such fun. He missed Celinde so much more at these than anything. It was good to have a partner to share the evening with. Of course after the feasting and dancing there had always been someoen to leave withi as well.
He smiled graciously at Ollandra, at least she would know from now on he was an excellent judge on food. He hoped he was not being rude for lack of conversation but he really did not have much to share with the ex Weyrwoman at the moment. His life was completely void of anythign interesting. He had made it that way...he was obsessed with work... for which there was no cure.
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"alright then. tomorrow morning we run. Just tell me the time we will be leaving and I'll be there." He smiled and knew that she had not meant for him to say he would go. He however always enjoyed a running partner. Z'rion watched as more people began to dance and looked over at Kaminari. "Speaking of exercise....would you care to dance?"
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Post by dragonmenta on May 7, 2006 0:03:47 GMT -5
Mariska nodded, smiling before they parted for a moment. She replied, "A good man." She looked back at G'llahar, "Aye, she's a dangerous one. You'd better watch her." She teased her old friend.
A'sero nodded at G'llahar's remark, "Oh she's been keeping us lined up." He said. Mariska cut in, "-But of course i will always have a dance for our Weyrleader." Another couple got in her way of Kyparla and G'llahar and they were soon out of sight. The dance floor seemed to be rather packed. Well, if the ydidn't bump into eachother again at the dance floor, they could always tal kaback at the table.
A'sero swung Mariska out and then in and twirled her, catching her again. He was fun to dance with. Awlays a little over the top, almost silly, but certainly good. "Nice party, isn't it." She whispered to the Wingsecond. Hopefully it wasn't all through yet.
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Post by lyricalblue on May 7, 2006 19:01:37 GMT -5
Ollandra too found that gazing out at the crowd provided a welcome lull in the conversation. It wasn't that there was any awkwardness, she was far to old for that sort of silliness. But the momentary silence, well relative silence, was quite alright with her. She could feel Shimeath just dozing on the edge of sleep and took the moment to bask in the love that was her dragon. Never, never would she feel alone. Although with A'dan gone so many things had changed. Picking at her meal, her grey eyes dropped and she had to remind herself this was a cheerful event. The clutch had been a good one and the young riders and dragons were the Weyr's hope for the future. Ollandra was sure Zramuth would not be far behind in rising, she had gotten her growth later than Savath had anyway. And now the Weyr was in the hands of such youngsters, apprehension couldn't help but gnaw at her stomach.
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Kaminari grinned, it seemed that he would rise to every challenge she placed before him. Not that she could fault him really. He was young, fit and a bronzerider, and Kami knew that she was more than worth the effort. "You're on bronzerider, just try to catch me." Well that phrase was seeming to become a commonality when dealing with Z'rion and she knew he wouldn't miss a beat. What fun it was to have a man who could keep up with her after dealing with all those lummoxes back at the hold.
At the mention of dancing she nearly leaped out of her seat. He'd managed to keep up with her last night and the promise of another toss dance fired her veins. "That sounds like just the thing." Though in truth she didn't remember too much of the dancing from the previous night, the Benden white had hit her a little harder than she had planned. But tonight she was staying away from the wine and the following headaches. Kaminari stood and held her hand out to Z'rion. "Lets go, I bet we can show these Lateo folks that Sodalis can dance their shoes off."
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Post by Memorie on May 8, 2006 16:20:43 GMT -5
Pulling away from E'mion, Merda smiled. "Away with you, bronzerider. I know you want to get to your wing. And I see my old friend Ollandra. Thank you for the dance, t'was very sweet of you," she said, curtseying.
Seeing him safely away, she turned and went to the Head Table. "Ollandra!" she said, smiling. It had been a while since she had seen the woman. Incidentally, she was younger than Merda, though retired, but Merda had always thought that age was a state of mind. And boy howdy, was Ollandra old.
She went to hug her friend. "It's been ages, dear, how are you?"
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Post by Dizzy on May 8, 2006 17:38:17 GMT -5
Spinning Kyparla across the floor, G’llahar grinned down at her. “You won’t mind if I dance with Mariska will you?”
“Not at all, Weyrleader.” The corners of the woman’s mouth turned up in a beguiling grin, “As long as you don’t mind a bronze rider or two in my company.” The gold rider really didn’t mind who G‘llahar danced with, she liked the tall man, even cared for him, would back him through fall, fog and fire if the need arose, but…
“Hmmm… I don’t know if I like the thought of that.” The tall man’s eyes crinkled at the sides, a true smile reaching his face as he relaxed in the woman’s presence. The man wasn’t joking when he echoed those words, though he tried to make it sound as though he was teasing. He wouldn’t make a scene… but the thought of the Weyrwoman with another man sent his heart lurching.
’Oh Faranth, does she feel good in my arms…’ G’llahar hadn’t touched her since Savath’s Flight, longing struck him… but it would take time to court her properly. He wasn’t the type of man to rush in… he didn’t want to push her away with tales of love and devotion… They didn’t know each other at all.
A couple moved, and Kyparla saw Merda leaving E’mion, heading toward Desta’s table. She had only lost sight of the couple once or twice… She watched him for a moment only, before lowering her lashes and turning her attention back to the man whose arms now supported her.
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Jujala stood on the edge of the open space watching the couples dancing… she noticed E’mion and quickly nudged her friend in the ribs. “That is the one they were talking of… Surely you know who the bronze rider is.” A dark grin spread across the older woman’s lips… she remembered E’mion before he had become a dragonman.
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L’dar took a break from playing the mandolin and moved out into the crowd, trying to discern the moral of the Weyr and the Southern Holds… it was the bluerider’s duty to Weyr, Weyrleader, and Harper Craft to know what was going on in the public. The lanky man picked up a cup of wine and downed it, listening to the converstations going on near by.
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Post by Memorie on May 8, 2006 18:16:44 GMT -5
"An' sure Oi do, Jujala," Guriya replied, a smirk on her lips. The woman was in her thirty-eighth year, and she knew the rumours of the man and his...extension. "D'ya thank ay's as endowed as they say?" she asked, lilting voice near to giggling. Guriya and Jujala did like their gossip, they did. ~~~ T'den watched as the bluerider emerged from the group of harpers. Of course he would have been with them, T'den thought. He did so enjoy their lessons together. They are good for you. You sing well, Agoth broke in. The green was laying on her wallow, listening to the goings-on in the Hall. T'den snickered and grinned. It's true. I admit it, he replied, still grinning. Aloud, he called out to L'dar. "Wine, my friend?" ~~~ Shereae looked over to Milaka, who was still stuffing his face. "Milaka, I'm gonna go dance. Come find me when you're done, if you like," she said, standing. She tripped over the chair; it was higher than the one she usually used. Though she didn't fall all the way over--which would have been more than she could have stood--she did bump into a tall man. Gasping, she blushed, and said, "I'm sorry, M'lord."
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Post by Dizzy on May 8, 2006 19:11:32 GMT -5
"If you can call it an endowment..." Jujala laughed. "I remember when he was first learning how to use that thing..." The woman's eyes danced with shear mirth and malice. "I hope he is better than he used to be. Although I don't see how he could be." Gasping, Jujala stepped back as a couple spun a tad bit too close.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Excuse me..." R'lan bent in the middle, trying to keep from sloshing his cup of wine on himself and the pretty lady he was talking to. None the less, a goodly amount ended up on the woman's skirts. "Let me get that..." R'lan pulled a napkin from the table and made to wipe at the woman's lap. "Remove your hand brown rider." Giving a scathing look to both the rider and the red haired clumsy twit, the blonde flung her chair back and stormed off...
The brown rider flashed a smile to those around him in way of apology for his companion's bad behavior. Glancing back at the cause of the entire scene, "I suppose she didn't like red wine? Oh well... not everyone can have good taste. The name is R'lan by the way, M'lady... not that I don't enjoy being called M'lord." The tall man's eyes sparkled with mischief as he took the young woman's hand and raised it to his lips.
~~~~~~~~ "Oh, T'den... Yes, please." The blue rider grinned at the green, he had always found the man pleasant. He had a good voice too... 'Now why wasn't he putting it to use tonight?' The blue rider held out his cup.
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Post by Memorie on May 8, 2006 19:46:39 GMT -5
Guriya grinned. "O'? D'yew?" she asked her friend, pulling her back from the twirling couple. "Ya wan' to beh car'ful, Jujala." Guriya snickered. "And 'ow would yeh know aboot E'mion and his wee-whistle?" ~~~ Raising an eyebrow at the fleeing blonde woman, Shereae snickered. "Got what she deserved, I reckon." The tall redhead wasn't about to take some ill-reputed woman's attitude. Especially not when she had apologized for her mistake. Hearing the man's words, she giggled. "No, I suppose not, Lord R'lan." When he kissed her hand, her eyebrows knitted together and her mouth dropped open slightly. One eye narrowed, she wondered what the man was on about. Cocking her head slightly to the left on her logn neck, she smiled at the rider, unsure if she ought to slap him for his forwardness, or smile and be sweet. Deciding that the latter would get her farther, she withdrew her hand feux reluctantly, and smiled at him. "'Tis my pleasure, Lord R'lan," she said. Even when she was being flirty, she always used her manners and observed rank. "I am Shereae, one of the many gold candidates here at the Weyr." ~~~ T'den smiled, and poured in the man's cup red wine. "It's a very good vintage, L'dar." He poured from the wineskin into his own cup, and proposed a toast. "To Savath's First!"
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Post by Dizzy on May 8, 2006 20:13:16 GMT -5
"How do ya think I know... and I am being careful. The dimglows should watch out." The birthing woman brushed at her skirts trying to smooth the course fabric of her good dress. For a woman who had 5 children she still cut a good figure and knew it. "Thank you by the way."
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'You know nothing of pleasure yet red hair.' Releasing her hand slowly, R'lan meet her eyes. "One of many? Perhaps one of many gold candidates, but surly the most beautiful." The brownrider's eyes almost caressed the woman, from her green eyes downward, resting on her breasts a moment longer than he should have, before meeting her eyes again. He wasn't lying, she was beautiful. Not to everyone’s taste... but he found her curious features beguiling. She was different. R'lan liked how she could almost look him straight in the eye, not many women could do that.
"Can I get you some wine Lady Shereae? Perhaps you would favor me with a dance?"
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"Savath's First... the First of many!" The blue rider tipped his glass to the green before taking a long drag of the bitter sweet liquid. "It is a good vintage, which hold? If I remember T'den you are good with your wines."
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Post by Memorie on May 8, 2006 20:44:00 GMT -5
"Ah, so yeh've been weth E'mion, 'ave yeh?" Guriya asked, a smirk dancing across her lips again. "Then yeh can confirm or deny the rumours, woman?" The woman was curious, of course, and it was of a great deal of interest to her. "Was it before or after the bronze?" ~~~ R'lan's compliment brought a red rose to the young lady's cheeks, but only slightly so. "Sure and I am not, Dragonman," she said, shaking her head. She knew her own odd looks, and while she favored them, she was not fooled. When his light blue eyes returned to her face, she laughed. "Like what you see, m'Lord?" she asked, looking at his face from a downward angle, so that her vision was slightly blocked by her eyelashes. She knew by the look on his face and by the fact that he had looked her up and down that she had better watch herself with this one. He was no J'daer, but he wasn't S'hon and J'mie either. "Perhaps a dance first, Lord R'lan," she said coyly. ~~~ T'den smiled and inclined his head. "You rememeber correctly, L'dar, as befits your harper memory. This is a Fotus, of course." He sipped it, swishing it around experimentally in his mouth. "Mmm, its lighter flavor would indicate a spring-time harvest, and it is from the stock of eleven turns ago." T'den nodded.
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Post by Dizzy on May 8, 2006 21:08:48 GMT -5
"Aye. Wasn't much of a tussle but... he does have rank." The woman grinned. "It was before the bronze." Jujala, picked up a cup of the ale that a drudge was serving, she took a long pull of the frothy brew. "It is as they say... maybe more so."
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"Very much Lady. Such beautiful hair and eyes." Draining his cup and setting it on the table with a thump, R'lan led the woman toward the dancers. To his amusement the Harpers changed music from fast to slow... He took her hand lightly in his, placing her soft palm on his shoulder, the other he captured with his long fingers and held. "I prey Shereae, I must warn you... I am not the greatest of dancers." It was a lie... the rider was graceful, even drunk. But he did enjoy teasing. Missing a step he started them out on the wrong beat, he bumbled all that he could. "I apologize... you might have to teach me."
~~~~~~~~~~ In disblief, L'dar pulled the cork and read the seal... "By the Shell you are right again my friend. Fortus." L'dar took another sip, and looked around thoughtfully. "Have you danced at all tonight T'den?"
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Post by Memorie on May 8, 2006 21:51:24 GMT -5
Guriya raised an eyebrow. "O'?" she giggled. "Wayl, then. Tha's verreh...int'resting, Jujala." She looked to where the man was standing. "And? Has he any prowess?" ~~~ Shereae laughed. "T'was not only my hair and eyes you viewed, kind sir." Still, she allowed him to lead her out to the dance floor. She saw right through his act, as she had earlier viewed him dancing with another woman, and doing just fine, but she made like she was fooled. "Well, Lord R'lan," she began in her most patient, dulcet tones. "It goes like this," and she led him,murmuring to him, "left left, right right, left left, right right, twirl," along to the tempo. Her dancing was something she prided herself on, and she giggled at the fact that she was leading a six-foot-plus tall man around a dance floor. She was sure he would take charge soon. ~~~ T'den snickered. "Of course I was right. My reputation was at stake, L'dar!" The man looked up at the bluerider. "No." T'den laughed. "No young ladies have seen fit to ask," he said, chuckling. Both of them knew his preference as a greenrider.
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