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Post by kayla on Feb 21, 2008 10:40:21 GMT -5
V'nes smiled, still holding K'sah close and cupping his face, "I say that I wish we could, Kael. And I do hope that you are right in your estimation of Nariath's maturity. But I simply cannot risk you or her, not until we are sure." Oh he very much wished he could throw caution to the wind and carry the young Green Rider out of the celebration and to his weyr right now. But he could not risk losing the young man because of his own impatience. "I know its difficult, Kael. It is for me too. But hopefully, it will be over soon and I can make it very worth the wait." He smiled down to him and then kissed him again, at the very least they could kiss tonight. Hopefully that would be enough to get them through until M'ren agreed that Nariath was ready. *** Ry bit her lip to keep from sighing at how little Z'ir had put on his plate. She was concerned about him, but would not press it any further tonight. At the very least he would eat the bubbly pies, which would be good - though too much sweet might make him sick. "Oh, they could add an extra exercise of some sort in order to balance out letting us have Bubbly Pies more often. I think I'd be willing to do some extra firestone bag lifts if it meant having a bubbly pie with dinner." She grinned at him and winked, trying to make him laugh or at least bring a smile. His voice sounded so very flat. She sat beside him not thinking anything about the expectation that he assumed she would just sit beside him. She began to eat and glanced at the dancers. "I wonder if they'll play a tango. It'd be fun to get to show off what we can do." |
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Post by hrsegrl on Feb 21, 2008 19:23:34 GMT -5
K'dyn nodded, "You'll know." He couldn't say he did but Ortath knew when he wanted to be involved with females. That was more of a fight than he had wanted. Hopefully his sister would be more open to Bronzers when she realized that many people in the Weyr felt the same way about them as they did about Goldriders.
He tried his hardest not to step on her feet and was actually doing fairly well. Why couldn't they start him off on a song where he needn't to be so close to the other person? Ah well, if Kanoni was there he wouldn't need to dance.
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Amneris was thrilled. She hadn't doubted that Jeyna would say yes but it was nice to know that she was right. "Great. Thanks Jeyna." The younger blonde said before listening to the dancing instructions from the bluerider. Go with the flow...
Though Amneris was a little nervous she realized it wasn't a far cry from harpering. There was no reason to be nervous about it at all. She was in the proper position when Jeyna began to lead them. "I'll just follow you." Amneris answered. She was still grinning foolishly but somehow didn't care. Happiness was not a bad thing.
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"Ooooooh." Vittor looked at it as Reiko spoke of the ring. "I wish I had one of those. It looks specialy!" The curly haired boy tugged his brother's sleeve and pointed. "Don't you think it would be nice to have one of those pretties?" He didn't ask about Mari. She sounded like a nice person but Vittor was more interested in the fact that Reiko had a pretty at all.
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Marisol laughed. "I always look forward to Wing Practice..." She had plenty of admirers and one wouldn't put it past her to flirt during practice. In fact were thread actually falling, she would probably flirt and make witty comments during the fight. It was her light spirit that made so many people and most of them men, like her. This flightiness was also a reason for men to dislike her. Especially some of those Triveni prudes and Pyralis dominators.
She preffered people in her own wing though at times she was flown and in relationships with other men. Her blue gaze rested on the Bronzerider again. Poor L'sander, she had made the man blush. It only made him a better choice for the evening.
"Now that you know, I doubt you'll forget. Seeing as I'm unfrogettable..." She was vain at times, much like her dragon. Even if he tried to ignore her, she would make sure he remembered. Marisol was not the sort of person who would cling to a man, she just liked to keep her options open when it came close to Seryth's flight times. More importantly she liked to gently nudge those men and or women who were worthy of flying her green beauty.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Feb 22, 2008 19:15:47 GMT -5
"It is special." Reiko confirmed, nodding happily. "R'net says I should never leave it anywheres, and he says the shiny rock in the middle will last forevers." Rieko also remembered that R'net had told him not to show anyone his pretty, so he decided to change the subject.
"Can I have my bubbly pie now?"
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The dance that D'leon had chosen was one that Nisha had a little experience with. It wasn't very common in the Weyr, but Nisha really did love to dance. If she remembered correctly, it'd be an 'uncle' of hers who'd taught this dance to her. He'd been Holdborn.
Dancing along the room, Nisha was pleased, very pleased. She'd picked the perfect dance partner, even if he wasn't talking. Probably sulking, the poor dear. She wondered why he sulked so much. And was so mean to people. No part of Nisha wanted to consider that it was just the way D'leon was. There should be a reason.
"Where are you from?" She asked suddenly. Holdborn, that's what she thought, but that really didn't tell the Greenrider anything.
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Her dress was flowing softly, feminine in every way, especially it's coloring. It was a pale, pale purple, with white trimming. She was taller than him(everyone was), and beautiful. Waves of dark brown hair, with compelling features.
And she was asking him to dance. The the Lady didn't even seem drunk. M'ren had to confess he was slightly puzzled. And curious.
"I am very pleased to meet you, Gwyn." M'ren said, voice low. "And I would be more than pleased to dance with you." He offered his arm, very proper. He was holdbred after all.
"Allow me to introduce myself- I'm M'ren, a brownrider." And a Weyrling Master, but until he was sure that he was going to stay the WLM, he wasn't going to introduce himself as that. It seemed crass.
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Post by brimstone81 on Feb 25, 2008 0:49:54 GMT -5
He smiled a little, "I am sure I will not forget you now." Probably wouldn't, after all, as drunk as he was, the red hair would be a big givaway, and her name wasn't first generation. He should remember her, though would she remember him? He always did underestimate women. . .
Of course, as much of a man he would make himself be, flight was far from his mind at the moment. He had to concentrate on his steps- and NOT stepping on her toes. Being slightly inebriated made things much harder than they were in sobriety. And not not to say he was the smoothest dancer then, either. He smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I must dance like a bovine breeder, clomping around the dancefloor. I must admit I do not know how I was worhty enough to find a pretty young partner like yourself that was willing to dance with me." He had not yet crushed one of her delicate feet. And L'sander wanted to keep it that way.
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Gwyn was not fond of drinking. It left a bitter taste in her mouth, a taste she did not care to aquire. A little bit here and there, but never to get herself drunk. Maybe she looked the part of a prude, after all she was in Triveni, but that was Gwyn: quiet, docile, lady-like. And she was most pleased to see that he was gentlemanly and offered him her arm. She took it gently and smiled softly, "I object, the pleasure is all mine, M'ren."
She had no reason to suspect that he was the Weyrling Master, nor still did she know what wing he belonged to. But she was too interested in dancing with the good looking man to care. And she didn't notice her two inches on him much, either. She was never a frivolous girl, too modest for her own good, really, but that also gave her an open mind when it came to men.
When their set began, she debated on whether or not to start a friendly conversation. Well, if she ever wanted to see him again, she'd better make a good impression, so conversation was the only way. She smiled politely, "So, M'ren, from where do you hail?"
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Post by thedreamerlady on Feb 25, 2008 1:05:32 GMT -5
M'ren had already decided that she was not Weyrbred. Nothing in her manner suggested that, and Weyrbred ladies had a habit of knowing everyone. She obviously had no idea who he was(something he liked), and was either Craftbred or Holdborn.
"I'm from Telgar Hold myself, My Lady. Son of a Steward." He told her smoothly, handling the dance floor with moderate grace. As he hadn't touched a drink all night(never again would he drink in public), the steps weren't too hard to remember. And thankfully he was wearing cloth, not leather. It was much easier to move in cloth, and it kept him from sweating. He didn’t want to frighten the lady, after all.
"And yourself? Please correct me if I am wrong, but I feel as though you are from a Hold yourself." He smiled at her, and performed the single complicated move of the dance, where the male partner spun the female.
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Post by brimstone81 on Feb 25, 2008 19:06:18 GMT -5
She was pleased to find him well mannered, as all rider should be, but there were a few who weren't. M'ren spoke like a well educated man, and had introduced himself as the son of a Steward. Of course he depending on the Lord, he must have been educated. And when he asked her she debated what to say. Then he spun her and she was saved for a second while she collected her thoughts. She found her voice, "You are very right, sir! I am from Crom, milord, my grandparents once ruled there, and I was raised by them."
It wasn't the whole story, like about how her adventurous father wanted more than just to sit on a silly throne so he ran off with the searchriders, about how his Impression de-heired him, and how her father's brother, Nidosh would one day rule Crom. Nisdosh wasn't well liked among Telgar Weyr, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to be labled as merely Nidosh's neice. She was so much more than that, even if she was raised along side of his children until she visited her parents. Maybe she would tell him later, but certainly not when they first met. Besides, if he was a smart man, he could put two and two together.
She smiled and laughed lightly, "You do have grace, sir, you must have danced for a long time?" Gwyn had no fear that he would step on her toes or crush her, or accidentally swing her away. He seemed calm and collected, and thankfully sober. Though wine was a social lubricant. . . She smiled sweetly, "You have no fears on the dance floor, and are proving a very worthy dance partner."
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Post by kayla on Feb 25, 2008 19:58:06 GMT -5
Neory chuckled. She found her big brother's protection and advice to be nice, but she also kind of found it amusing cause not too long ago she was the one who was advising him to try to be open to relationships. "Interesting switch in roles, huh? I'll listen to her; I promise. And I'll try not to be so skeptical." After all, he'd given her some interesting things to think about tonight. She hadn't expected that, but it was good. Neory still needed to meet Kanoni, but with the illness and then trying to work hard to catch up from it, she had not had a chance. She needed to meet the girl who had done so much to loosen her brother up. *** "You're very welcome, dear. I'm very glad to help you out, and it'll mean spending time together, so its not a problem at all." She smiled warmly to her, finding her expression endearing. She grinned and lead her in the dance, keeping it fairly simple, but also making sure that they were doing more than just turning in a circle in place. Jeyna was impressed, but not surprised, at how easily Amneris was taking to it. *** Altor had been captivated by the pretty that Reiko had. So that when his brother nudged him he nodded and managed to say, "Uh-huh." He managed to uncaptivate himself and smiled to Reiko, "It is very pretty. You are very lucky to have that. I'm sorry about Mari though." The always curious boy knew that she had been the rider of the Old Gold and that she had died recently, even if he wasn't sure what her connection to Reiko was. Altor was not really the kind to tell secrets, except to Vittor, so Reiko's secret about the ring was safe. He hadn't realized that Elirian and Reiko didn't have their pie, and he blushed feeling silly about the oversight when Reiko asked about it, sliding it over to them - it was untouched, just hadn't been put in front of them. "Sorry." |
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Post by hrsegrl on Feb 26, 2008 23:00:53 GMT -5
Marisol was glad he was enjoying himself even if it was under the influence fo a little extra wine. She herself found wine to be quite helpful when nervous. Not that these sorts of occassions made her nervous, only flight did and that was only once in a while.
"The way I see it... dancing is simply a fun way to waste time inbetween things that are more fun." Really it was inbetween feasting and bed. Whatever one might do in bed was what made it fun. Marisol was certainly not about to act the virgin innocent. No, she knew what she wanted and she went for it. Just like she had done with him.
L'sander wasn't as bad as he made himself out to be. "There are worse dancers that are sober. I wouldn't worry too much about the steps." She liked dancing because it allowed two people who didn't really no one another to touch and talk in an almost intimate way.
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K'dyn laughed, "I do listen when people talk whether they realize it or not. So since you did all this talk about relationships before, I find it nice to be able to spit back out what you told me." The brownrider wasn't too worried that his sister would end up hurt by a Bronzerider. In time she would come to see that all Bronzeriders want to fly a Gold, ambitious or not. It was an innate desire among Bronze dragons.
"Tonight you needn't worry about it. I'm here to occupy your time and keep unwanted Bronzers from dancing with you." He winked but was only half jesting. Afterall, he'd really love to keep said Bronzers away from his sister unless she decided she wanted their attentions.
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Amneris was glad that Jeyna wanted to mentor her but more than that she was pleased that the bluerider wanted to spend more time with her. The Weyrling took a moment to calm her mind, all of this was getting her excited for the future. Labeth would agree that this was a good thing.
"This dancing isn't as hard as I thought it would be, though I've the sneaking suspicion its because your so good at it." She certainly didn't think anyone else could lead her so well as the person she trusted the most.
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Vittor smiled at his brother. He didn't want him to feel bad for forgetting. Placing an arm around him he said, "I nearly forgot that one was theres. Next time I'll grab more in case of company. Hey, I wonder if Anistora came?" She could dance with them. She was old enough to know how.
"I would like to learn to dance..." Vittor watched as the couples seemed to move with a grace he didn't think he possessed. "They all look like so pretty with the nice clothes, jewelry and hair all done up. When I'm old enough to dance at one of these, I hope I get a nice tunic and a pretty ring like Reiko's. "
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Post by brimstone81 on Feb 29, 2008 23:09:12 GMT -5
L'sander smiled at Marisol, "Do I have a thinker on my hands? Not only beautiful and talented at dancing, but a budding philosopher too. My, my, I'd be a fool if I let you go to dance with some one else." he grinned mischeiviously, and despite himself, said suggestively, "And what, pray tell, could be more fun than stumbling around on the dancefloor?" For all he could talk, he had still only been with one girl, well, in a serious relationship, anyway. He didn't care for random flights. (of course his bulky bronze dragon wasn't much of a match for an agile blue).
He chuckled, "I'm not? I am glad to hear that from your lips, milady." L'sander looked at her with admiring eyes- like any man, he liked to have his ego pampered.
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Elirian watched the dancers, he remembered seeing his mommy dance before. She was pretty, though these days she was often tired, so he didn't think she would dance much. "I want to dance too." He would like to learn how to do a lot of things, like how to ride a runner, how to read and write complicated sentances, how to fight, with and with out knives and swords. And now, he would like to dance. It was a simple enough request, right? "I hope Anistora is here."
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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 7, 2008 19:42:13 GMT -5
Marisol was a vain woman, as were most who rode greens though they may not admit it. The comments of the Bronzerider were not lost on her. She beamed. At his second comment her blue eyes flashed up at him. She moved herself higher (tip toes) to whisper in his ear, "Shall I show you?" The greenrider knew exactly what she was doing.
The red head moved back down to her own level, tall enough for a woman at 5'8" but nowhere near as tall as he was at 6'4". She wondered if he would take her up on that. It was an invitation, Marisol would never force herself on anyone who didn't want her. Nor would she be rude to him if he chose not to. It was all a matter of personal preference.
Maris preferred to cut to the chase and just have fun while others did the whole get to know eachother, then maybe have a dance then maybe months later, sleep together. Actually it was often the opposite order.
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Post by brimstone81 on Mar 7, 2008 20:21:59 GMT -5
L'sander's eye brows sprung up, was she suggesting that they-? He wasn't the kind to take advantage of a woman, in any state, he wondered if it was just that she was drunk. Though he had plenty of wine to drink that night already, and it had been so long since he had been with a woman. He let his hand slid down the back of her dress, letting it sit more intimately in the small of her back. (Of course sober, he'd never have the gile to do that.) And she was certainly very tempting, so different from Renalda that he would never mistaken her. Perfect. Now he needed some more wine. The thirst was creeping in to the back of his mouth, causing it to dry. He swallowed, "You wanna grab a drink, sweet legs?"
In reality he was a sweet, gentlemanly type, never overpowering or flirty, but with everthing in his life clashing together and the alcohol, it was the perfect mixture for him to be a little promiscuous. He led her off the floor to where he poured them each a hefty goblet of wine. He was so thirsty! He gulped some down, by now no wincing at the bitterness. He put his arm around her, "Anything you can show me, Lovey, would be . . . lovely."
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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 7, 2008 20:49:55 GMT -5
He looked completely unhinged at her suggestion, which caused her to want to laugh. Fortunately for him, she held back on her giggles. Then his hand slid to the small of her back which sobered her a bit. It did feel good to have a hand there. Marisol enjoyed being touched more than anyone else she knew. Perhaps it had to do with being raised by her mother, alone with no siblings or foster children.
"A drink would be great." She said, following him off the dance floor. Maris glanced about and realized that she knew quite a few of the people on the dance floor. As interesting as that was, she did take a glass of wine. The wine however, did not last more than a few seconds as she finished it off. She had been thirsty after all.
Her eyes sparkled with her mischief. "Then your in for quite the ride..." She smiled up at him and put an arm around him as well.
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Post by brimstone81 on Mar 7, 2008 21:16:09 GMT -5
Once their wine was gone, he could definately feel the affects taking place swifter than before. Good thing he had a pretty woman to lean upon. He chuckled a little bit, "I can't believe I didn't realize we were in the same wing."
It blew his mind, and now he laughed at it, "I just can't believe it." He was slurring a little now, and affirmed his grip on her shoulder. He saw some of his friends and waved, they looked happy and drunk too. He gave Marisol a wink, "You wanna blow this joint?"
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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 7, 2008 21:44:54 GMT -5
"You mustn't beat yourself up about it." Marisol said, hoping he wouldn't worry about it too much. She didn't mind at all. He ought to be alright with that knowledge. He was needing to lean on her for balance at this point so she knew he had had a little more to drink than he was used to.
Marisol held onto him fairly tight. "I do. Follow my lead..." She said with a smile and walked out of the Weyrhall toward Zahra Wing's weyrs. "Only question is your weyr or mine?"
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Post by brimstone81 on Mar 9, 2008 22:37:24 GMT -5
"If you say so, my sweet." He grinned stupidly, the affect of the alcohol making him considerably more friendly than usual. Probably more friendly and stupid then he had ever been in his short life thus far. Only time would tell how he would pay. A headache, a severe hangover, but nothing more, right? L'sander could deal, and pushed all reservations aside.
She led him expertly away, and he just went with the flow, away from the gaitey of the Weyrhall, held tightly by the pretty, young Marisol. He kissed the top of her head and let his fingers slide up and down her arm where he held on to her. At her suggestion, he said, "Yours, since right now I am not sure how we get to mine at the moment. Sweet, sweet creature." Drunkenly he whispered in her ear. He was certain only good things could follow this late night rendezvous.
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