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January 20th, 2001
Ashtyn shakes his head "No sir I haven't" he braces himself.. knowing
it is something scary.
G'deon smiles. "Just hold your breath, and say in your mind 'Black, blacker, blackest and we'll be there. Don't worry though if you can't feel anything. Nylanth and I will still be there."
You visualize Above Hold Valley for Nylanth.
Nylanth thinks to you, << Ok, I am now envisioning... >>
Ashtyn nods his head, remembering that he trusts both the dragon and the rider. He closes his eyes and keeps that thought.
G'deon concentrates for a few long seconds...
Nylanth with barely a wink flashes into ::between::!
:::BETWEEN!:::
You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness
surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest...
Above Hold Valley
You soar above the Ista Hold valley, the waving grasses rippling below your
wings. Along the southern edge of the valley lies the Herder Hall, while to
the north are various cotholds and campgrounds. The main hold, gather grounds,
and beaches lie off to the east.
It is a spring evening.
To the east, you see Fellrath.
Obvious exits:
Up -- Valley -- North -- Northeast -- Hold
Nylanth bursts in from ::between::, overlooking the area with a calculating gaze.
You glide eastward on the seabreeze, soaring out over Ista Hold.
Above Ista Hold
You wing your way over the Ista Hold complex. Below, the main hold's wide courtyard
faces east, over the ocean. Just north of that lies the Hold's main beach, the
white sands often crowded with holders enjoying the sun and surf. Turquoise
waters from the hold cove roll up to lap on the shore. Just inland from the
main beach are the Hold's main gather meadow and racetracks.
It is a spring evening.
In the courtyard, you see Hoth, Ganth, and Sejith.
Green Fellrath is here.
Obvious exits:
Courtyard -- North -- Valley -- Beach -- Gather Grounds -- Fire Heights -- Gather
Square
You glide gracefully down to the Courtyard.
Ista Hold Main Courtyard
Built into the side of a hard granite cliff, Ista Hold looms dominantly to the
west. Windows pock the smooth surface of the cliff in neat rows until they get
closer to the ground, where they begin to frame the great bronze doors leading
into the Hold itself. A sea breeze seems constantly in the air here as the ocean
and the wharf lay but dragonlengths to the east. Beaches are scattered to the
north, recreational areas for the Hold's residents when not working.
It is a spring evening.
Above, you see Fellrath.
Perched on a windowsill are Sofia, Infinity, Romain, Blazer, Hercules, and Quelm.
Brown Hoth, brown Ganth, and bronze Sejith are here.
You see Nemesis, Tierro, Chestnut, Small tent, Tent, OOC Rules, Hemp Hammock,
and Duvessa here.
Obvious exits:
Ista Hold Dock -- Main Beach -- Great Doors -- Guard Office -- Stables -- Traders'
Courtyard
Tatia slips in from the beach.
G'deon nods at Ashtyn as he unties his straps, motioning for him to dismount first.
Ashtyn slides from Nylanth's neck and lands gently on the ground.
You slide gently down Nylanth's neck and land with a soft thud.
Tatia (#18423)
A slight girl who stands shorter than most her age watches the world through
a pair of deep green eyes. The right is marked by a fleck of gold near the pupil
that catches the light at odd moments. Her face, almost heart-shaped, is framed
by a thick curtain of deep red hair which falls smooth and straight to her waist
on good days and flies in her eyes in tangles on bad ones. Her skin is pale,
almost white in some lights, and darkens only to an unusual shade of red when
exposed to the sun's light for too long. Her nose and lips both tend to be a
little on the thin side - she'd call them 'delicate' - but she manages to hide
this fact most of the time with a bright smile. Nestled in the hollow of her
throat is a cloudy purple stone, oblong in shape, that is held in place by the
many tendrils of silver that curl around it. A thin silver chain circles her
neck and threads through the topmost tendril.
Deep royal blue bruises the fabric of Tatia's shirt, which hangs from her frame
carelessly. Tiny buttons hold the practical fabric in place at the neckline,
and the sleeves taper to her wrist, ending in a cuff that keeps them safely
out of the way when working or allows them to be shoved up to her elbows. The
hemline is tucked neatly into black trousers that are nothing if not practical.
Sturdy and cleanly cut, they already bear the stains resulting from a Junior
Weyrling's hard labor. A belt of the same black is fastened 'round her waste,
and the trousers end just soon enough to reveal a rather new, though already
worn, pair of boots, barely noticeable as their black fades into the rest of
the ensemble.
Cords dance together, one blue, one black, twining in a single loop as each
stuggles for dominance. The opposing colors are threaded together with one of
deepest green, a ribbon that proclaims proudly that Tatia is a 'Reaches Junior
Weyrling, a greenrider.
She is awake and looks alert.
Tatia is 18 Turns, 4 months, and 9 days old.
Ashtyn (#21303)
Ashtyn appears to be a youth untouched by the evils of the world. His skin is
a golden tan, although smooth and almost flawless. His exposed arms are muscular,
indicating a boy who has worked on them. His eyes are a boyish sky blue and
seem to smile innocently. His hair is the color of corn and appears to be constantly
windblown, even though it is always kept short. He smiles out of small lips
at you.
His clothes seem to have seen far more travels than the boy wearing them. His
tunic is tattered and fits loosely by a drawstring. His pants are of a patched
and worn weyrhide. On his feet are sandals which appear to be a tad too small.
All his clothes smell of sea salt, although they appear to be quite clean for
all their roughness.
He is awake and looks alert.
Ashtyn is 16 Turns, 7 months, and 24 days old.
Ashtyn smiles "It was scary.. the between part.. but it was a great first dragon ride" he grins.
G'deon smiles at Ashtyn. "Well, you survived. It's not everyone who can say they've ridden a dragon, /and/ gone between." Then with a wave to Tatia, he begins to walk towards his fellow weyrling. "Hello! How goes the Gather?"
Ashtyn looks around the gather for a young woman to dance with, all the while keeping close to the rider.
Tatia finally trudges toward the Hold.. a nice change of view from the meadow where she's spent most of the day. Her head lifts in surprise at the sight of a familiar bronze... and she swings her braid over her shoulder with a grin. "Hey, Ny! Gid.." The 'rider's something of an afterthought as she glances in curiosity to his passenger. "Oh.. I wouldn't know," she notes in replying, wrinkling her nose in irritation. "Between Ilare screaming at us and trying to keep Vesp from storming the hold.. I haven't gotten to dance yet." Sigh.
G'deon simply arches an eyebrow at the comment about Ilare, but listens attentively all the same. "Yes, but is there dancing?" Please, let's keep to the most important information.
"Somewhere. Evidently." Tatia's too excited to scowl.. but she nearly does anyway. "I've been told it's in the ballroom.. shall we go find out?"
Oriana strides quietly down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.
T'rell strides down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.
T'rell scrambles up Sejith's shoulder to sit between two neckridges.
Oriana scrambles up Sejith's shoulder to sit between two neckridges.
Sejith takes off.
Above, Sejith takes off from Ista Hold Main Courtyard
Above, Sejith winks into ::between::!
Ashtyn looks between the dragonrider and the woman "Will you introduce us?" he says with a charming smile.
G'deon elegantly holds an arm out towards Tatia, an amused smile on his face. "If you don't mind of course. It's been a long time since last I danced." He's still smiling as he again looks at Ashtyn. "Oh! Terribly sorry, this is Tatia, rider of green Vespurath. She is in my wing," he adds, as if this is vital information. "Alright! To the dancing!"
Ashtyn watches them go off and continues gazing around the room, standing proudly and running his fingers through his golden hair.
Above, Sejith blinks in from ::between::!
Above, Sejith glides gracefully down to the Courtyard.
Sejith glides gracefully down and settles in the Courtyard.
"Me /too/," Tatia replies, the tone of her voice making it quite obvious that it's been far /too/ long. Arching a brow at the courtousy she's not used to, she takes G'deon's offered arm with an excited grin. Her gaze shifts to Ashtyn for a moment, and her eyes widen. Introductions. Right. "Well met...." And G'deon gets a pointed glance that says he forgot to provide Ashtyn's name. "Are you dancing, too?" Oh /please/ say yes.. Tat's ready for a night full of it.
T'rell slithers down Sejith's shoulder to land with a thump.
Ashtyn smiles shyly "I definately am, Ma'am. and my name is Ashtyn" he gives you a slight bow, though never taking his eyes from yours as he smiles with a boyish blush.
G'deon glances back at Ashtyn and waves him over. "Don' wanna miss all the fun, do you?" he asks, giving the young weyrfolk a wink. Perhaps it's just the potential excitement in the air. "Oh! And before I forget, Tatia, this is Ashtyn, the newest messenger at the 'Reaches," he adds with a touch of pride.
Sejith settles in again for a nap, stretching out as much as he can on the smooth stone as his rider loosens a few buckles. "It'll be a while," T'rell tells the dragon. "Just let me know if you get tired of the scenery." The bronze snorts, whirling eyes lidding, and the rider chuckles.
Tatia's grin is positively beaming. Now /this/ one she likes.. bows are definately a way to get on her good side... as is dancing. "New messenger, eh?" she questions. "Well, welcome.. Don't let 'Reaches scare you too much." Nevermind that they aren't at 'Reaches for the moment.. she sends him a playful wink before tugging on G'deon's arm. "I've missed enough of it already, thank you very much.. let's go!"
T'rell strides up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.
Ashtyn bows as the lady dances off with G'deon. Yes, he definately will like the 'Reaches, he thinks. He walks over to the booths while they dance to see where his marks will get him.
Tatia slips up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.
You walk up a few small steps and pass into the Hold through the great doors.
Great Hall (#6286)
With a dome-shaped ceiling reaching up almost beyond the light cast by numerous
glows surrounding the hall, this room can be none other than the Hold's great
hall. The floor is solid grey stone, slightly worn from the hundreds of Turns
of use it's been through. Four `tapestries' hang around the hall at seemingly
random intervals, coloring the otherwise dull hall. An assortment of tables
and chairs and couches are strewn about the hall for any who wish to take a
rest during their labors, but mostly people are using the great hall as a center
for moving to other places. Archways and doors lead everywhere, but the most
dominant doors are the great double doors to the east, leading out to the courtyard.
Gliding around is Red Baron.
Tatia is here.
Obvious exits:
Great Doors -- Flying Mug -- Dining Hall -- Shops -- Guard Office -- Stairs
-- Crafthalls -- Rooms
You find yourself in the front of the great hall.
Tatia slips through an archway into the Harper's crafthall.
You walk through an archway into the Harper's crafthall.
Main Hall and Ballroom (#4517)
The echoing space of the formal Ballroom is a mosaic of mosaics. The floor is
covered with a precise and colorful ocean, slim pillars of smooth marble reaching
up to support the balcony overhead. The low, flat ceiling decorated with bright
golden-yellows and reds in a depiction of a partial eclipse of Rukbat. Beyond
the cover of the balcony, the space rises in an airy arch far overhead, an ironwork
window round over the gracefully curving marble staircase.
An elaborate mural lines the walls, stretching from the mosiac on the floor
to the ceiling. One the 'northwall' and 'southwall' are portraits of some of
Pern's influential Masterharpers. The 'eastwall' and 'westwall' show aspects
of harper life.
For the evening's events, the glows surrounding the room have been covered with
light pieces of colored fabric, creating a soft, dreamy look and feel to the
room. Near the back of the room is a line of tables, pitchers of juice and 'skins
of wine, are centrally placed on each, cups beside them. Chairs are scattered
about the tables and line one of the walls for weary dancers to rest. The stage,
for the all important performers, takes the center spot against the front wall.
Watching from a bit of artistically carved lintel are Dawnwind, Disaster, Chutza,
Waterjem, Perry, Emeril, Aekki, Nightshade, Londo, Lucrezia, Ribon, and Scamp.
You see Muff, Leyte, and Display Shelf here.
Renrow, Nherys, Tolia, Marianne, Sorcen, Myra, Kandar, Tarmel, Damia, Sraine,
Kymra, Hyzen, Kaeryn, T'rell, and Tatia are here.
Obvious exits:
Artist's Workshop -- Archive Vault -- Harper Office -- Harper Classroom -- Shainman
Rehearsal Hall -- Great Hall -- Instrument Workshop -- Curving Stairways
You stand in the Harper's main room.
Scamp glides to the Great Hall.
Tarmel shrugs helplessly at Myra. "I really have no idea." Across the room, Jace gestures at the drink table. "Wine or juice?" He asks Kymra politely. Apparently he does have a few manners.
Sorcen smirks towards Marianne before starting a new song without much pause. He knows dancers; they like the breaks between songs short, few, and far between. Giving this one a slightly faster tempo than the last, he relies more on Tolia for the beat, comprising a melody similar in style to the first jig but making it uniquely his. As he plays, he speaks to Marianne, the picture of innocence. "But Marianne, these people aren't here to see a play, they're here to /dance/" He's sure to keep his voice down, however, so it doesn't interfere with the song.
"Master Kaeryn. I like the way that sounds," Kae admits with a twinkle in her eyes as she slips her hand into his and allows herself to be lead toward the dance floor. "I was afraid they'd keep you busy all evening and I'd be without my dance partner the whole night through."
Marianne goes home.
Tatia strides in, arm looped through G'deon's.. but she's the one doing most of the tugging. "Shards," she breaths as they pause in the doorway. "I've been to crowded Gathers before, but this is /insane/...." Eyes fly across the gathering as the greenrider searches for those familar faces she just /knows/ are in here.. somewhere. Right? With a mischevious grin, she tilts her head toward G'deon to offer a remark, voice pitched loud enough to carry over the din. "At least they're dancing on the floor and not the tables..."
"Oh, let her go, Sorcen," Oli grins. "She obviously has a beau stashed away somewhere, let's not make her play with *us* all night." The journeyman gives Marianne a wink and a grin, and signals tempo to the guitarist, allowing him to choose the melody.
Another scowl is sent towards Tarmel as her words reach the Master-in-question's ears, and yet another is slanted towards Myca before Kymra turns back around, attention returning to the journeyman. She hesitates, considering, and finally states, "I don't know what's good, here. You want to pick something for me?" Almost coy, that. Add a flutter of eyelashes and it could be taken as flirtation -- but surely not. Not coming from Kymra.
G'deon chuckles softly, but doesn't seem to be too disappointed about being dragged into the crowd. "Aye, though you've got to admit, that was amusing at the least." He nods to a few holders he recognized as he's dragged to some still-unknown destination. "Do you think if they'd mind us dancing on a table? It's rather crowded," he comments, also barely above the noise.
Myra protests. "Now she's giving /me/ dirty looks. WHat'd I do?"
T'rell admires as he leads Kaeryn toward the dancers. "I see you found something to wear after all," he nods, obviously approving.
Sraine, despite her having a little bit of fun, is actually fairly glad that the song is over. She hadn't danced in so long and she probably did horribly. And, now that she had no Damia to pull her around, she could go sit down. Giving a tentative smile, she nods and gives a little bow to Renrow. "Indeed, I actually don't Sir." Ah..always the formal one. "But I do appreciate you for indulging my friend..and I'm sorry once again to shove my meagre dancing skills on you." blush blush. "Now...if you'll excuse me." she really had to duck out of sight before Damia found her again. "I have to go find..er..a friend." Hopefully she was there by now. "Thanks again." she murmers quickly before striding off towards the sidelines and out of danger. Phew. She missed the grin tossed her way from 'Mia, and the thumbs-up from Hyzen too. Sigh. Now having made it to the side, she glances at the doors, pondering escape. Then she spots Tatia! And G'deon too! People she knows! Raising her arms and waving frantically, she tries to get the attention of her fellow 'lings.
Sorcen glances up with a frown as Marianne departs, not having caught her reason for leaving above all the noise and music, but he's sure it's a good excuse. She wouldn't just leave him hanging. Picking up the tempo from the Journeyman, he nods and starts making up something of his own, uniquely combining the two previous songs by adding slides and mixtures of strumming and picking, sometimes seeming to do all three at once. The limit of now only having three fingers on his left hand doesn't seem to hinder him much, though every so often a note that doesn't quite seem to belong sneaks in.
"This I've had for turns," Kae explains patiently, knowing better than to expect anyone to realize that other than herself. "It's Vivian-made, of course, so I figured it deserved at least one more showing before I retired it."
Kandar hms as he turns the pair around and gives Damia a little twirl before taking her arm back and contiuing the dance, "I'm afraid it didn't come quite clear to me, are you from The Hold or the Weyr?"
Tatia rolls her eyes at the suggestion as she tugs G'deon further into the crowd.. and closer to the music. "I am /not/ dancing on a table," she remarks shortly, though at least she's still grinning. Not even that possibility is putting a damper on the possibility of a good dance. "If Lis couldn't get me up there, you're certainly not." Implying that Lis is much scarier than the bronzerider. Her eyes dance across the gathering, then suddenly slide back toward the frantically waving Sraine. "Hey! There's Sraine.. think Damia got her to dance yet?" Because Tat certainly doesn't want to miss that sight.
Tarmel shrugs at Myra. "It's Kymra...and she's with Jace...who knows what the pair of them are thinking?" Jace nods slightly at Kymra and considers the table in front of them. "Sure. Though I don't promise it'll be a particularly /good/ choice though. This is more Chay's thing." He picks out one of the Whites and pours two glasses, handing one to Kymra. "But he says you generally can't go wrong with this."
"At least," T'rell agrees readily, listening to the music for a few bars before leading Kaeryn into the rhythm of it. "Gotten a chance to relax at all today?" he wonders.
Ashtyn walks in through an arch from the great hall.
Kymra doesn't discriminate, see, and parcels out her dirty looks regardless of rank, age, and gender. Jacel, meanwhile, is the recipient of one of Kym's rare smiles, and she accepts the glass with a slight nod. "I'm sure it's fine," she assures. "I'd never be able to pick out the good from the bad, myself." The herder takes a tentative taste of her wine, then decides appreciatively, "It's not bad."
G'deon grins at Tatia and heads in the direction of Sraine. "I hope so, dancing is good for you, didn't you know!" he shouts out, trying to make himself heard over the gleeful din. He glances back and manages to glimpse Ashtyn through the crowd and waves him over.
Ashtyn smiles as he enters the room, seeming to straighten himself up to look more presentable.
Renrow's grin remains tugging the left corner of his lips up, eyes trailing after Sraine as she leaves, then with a chuckle and shake of his head he slowly makes his way back towards the steps, "Ach, if only /'E/ were here now..." He mutters, eyes flickering around once more and wondering for another time why his appy friend still hasn't shown, then shrugging it off as his nerves must've gotten the better of him. As he walks back towards the steps, a drudge passes in front of him, and without missing a single beat or even a flicker of his eyes, his right hand reaches up after him and snatches one of the glasses from the tray. "Nher, wh...where's /Kandar/ now?" He asks as he returns to his fourth step from the bottom seat.
Grin is again tossed Kandar's direciton, "'pologies, there. 'm from th' Weyr. 'ead cook up there." She notes to the harper with a little wink as she leans into the whirl, finishing it with a little flourish of her skirts before she folds easily back into the embrace. The two whirl rather near the High Reaches contigent and Tatia's given a grin, "Sraine got 'er's too!" Apparntly 'Mia caught the comment about getting her dance, "Ye gonna join 's?" She inquires of the greenrider, that silly grin still on her features despite the fact that Sraine's nowhere to be found.
Sraine had already danced thank-you-very-much and was very content now to stay on the sidelines. Whooboy. If Tatia had been there earlier she would have seen just HOW red Ine could get. Being nearly shoved on someone to dance was a rather embarrassing experience to say the least. It was a fairly fun dance, but nothing the quiet rider would really volunteer very easily to do again. She barely catches G'deon's shout at her and rolls her eyes, motioning them to at least come where they can talk comfortably. THEN, if they wanted to hear, she could tell them about her dancing.
"Relax?" Kae repleats the word as if it's one she's never heard before. "Can't really say I have," she admits with a slight frown. Yes, even Kae can frown despite the excitement of the evening. "Had to get things going this morning, clean up the area, the song and poetry contest, help setup for dinner, then did decorations, then came here. Basically, that's all."
"Of course /I/ know that," Tatia notes in quick reply as she follows G'deon's glance toward Ashtyn and offers a cheerful wave. "It's just convincing Sraine..." Darn. It's really too bad Tatia missed Sraine's dancing.. if only that big green hunk of hers had some bit of sense. "Sraine, how's the Gather going?" Her voice, too, is pitched loudly, but at least they're a bit nearer their fellow weyrling now. Gid's arm is clung to.. not to drag him, but simply to be sure she doesn't lose him in the crowd.. after all - he's a potential dance partner.
Myra sighs, and sidles towards the door, "Ah, tarmel.. need to run. I have to check on a new litter of pups... '
T'rell swirls Kaeryn about for a measure, in response to a slide effect on Sorcen's able guitar. "But now," he insists, "You're done, and other people have to handle the rest of the evening, right?"
Tarmel nods and waves at Myra. "See you next time I get over here."
Nherys deftly snags the glass out of Renrow's hand, face made as it's set on the step behind her. "That stuff's....yuck." A harper who doesnt' like wine...whaaat? "An' he's out there, dancin' with Damia, your former partner's friend, ya know..." A nod, then a faintly wary glance is tossed up the stairs...before she shakes herself. Not gonna fret tonight, she proomised herself that...
As Damia swings near them, Tatia flashes her a bright grin. "Course!" she notes in reply before the continue to swerve through the crowd. "S' what I'm hear for!"
"Well, I can't expect Oli and the others to provide the music all evening," Kae protests, if not very strongly. "But I do admit that I am serious thinking about how nice it would be to just sleep, now."
G'deon smiles at Sraine as he and Tatia finally get near enough for a decent conversation. "Hi, Sraine, sorry it took so long, by Ny and I got an urgent call to Fort. How's the Gather been so far?"
Myra slips off, duty calls. Persistantly, unfortuinitly at times.
Myra walks to the Great Hall.
Echoing runs cut in as the music takes on a slightly different form, Sorcen feeling he has more freedom to work the song to his own liking now that there are fewer musicians on-stage. Strummed chords begin to dominate, lending the gitar more of a rhythmic than melodic sound. Chords are moved between quickly, however, and the main melody seems to be hiding beneath somewhere, just asking to be released into the main once again.
Sraine sighs and leans back against the wall, full well planning on staying where she is--if she has any say in the matter THIS time. Of course, that probably wasn't going to be the case. She was pushed into things WAY to easily...SIGH. "If I didn't have to take 'Mia back, I'd be gone my now and you know it Tat." However spiteful her words may be, her tone is hardly behind them. She then glances up at G'deon and gives the most exaggerated pained look she can. "She made me DANCE." she murmers. In reference to Damia of course, who was, thankfully, still occupied.
Saebra walks in.
"Did she?" Tatia's eyes sparkle, and she's more than a little excited about the idea... not even spitefully. She simply doesn't understand how any could /not/ enjoy dancing. "That's wonderful. Oh no, you've /got/ to stay.. If you don't, I'm afraid Vesp'll try to come in again.." Ok, so the green may do that anyway.. but it's as good an excuse as any. "Besides, there's still dancing."
T'rell leads, a little out of practice but still quite ably, into the new phrases and rhythms of the music. Kaeryn is twirled slowly, brought back into an embrace, and the dance steps resumed. "Then after this dance, I'll escort you home, how's that?"
Saebra goes home.
Ashtyn smiles at the newcomer and adds a shy greeting, almost inaudible. He looks around and back down to his feet, afraid to ask any of the women to dance.
Christina walks in.
Tarmel turns to speak with someone else, and Jace noting that she's engrossed in a conversation and not paying a whit of attention to him and Kymra turns to the Master. "Wanna sneak out of here while she's not paying attention?" A trace of suggestiveness in that? Maybe, but then this is Jace so who knows.
Tolia's rhythms form accompaniment, now, rather than base for Sorcen's musical ramblings, following instead of leading and leaving the texture open, questing even as she tosses in small resonant commentary.
Kaeryn's full skirt swirls around her legs as she is twirled, bouncing lightly against them as they return into a traditional dance embrace. "Home, that sounds nice. I don't think I could tell you when the last time was that I felt this *tired*." Head is tilted forward, leaning just slightly against T'rell's, and eyes close so she can just enjoy the music.
"A-/heey/," Renrow protests as the drink is snatched, lifting his other abandoned glass to hold it between his fingers, scooting up three steps. "He is?" He glances up towards the dance floor, though looks back over his shoulder and up the stairs, coincidentally at the same moment Nherys does...and as her gaze lowers, his soon follows, brows together in thought. He knows who -he's- waiting for, but she's got Kandar, so..."Oh. Where're the bratlets at, Nher?" He asks with a tilt of his head. The glass in his hand is lifted, taking another large drink of the wine in the...wasn't that just an empty glass? As he lowers it, his eyes impulsively flicker to the switched glasses, the empty one now behind Nher, and his left hand folds over the other, covering where the contents of the glass would be seen in a perfectly casual posture, elbows on his knees and hands hanging between them.
Kandar ahs, as he rounds the room with his partner, "Then I'm sure that as Head Cook, you're definitly planning an appropriate feast." he adds a grin, "I sure do hope that you're bubblies taste as beautiful as you seem to look." what a compliment. Jays, If Nherys had've heard that one, she would have been stunned but Kandar can't keep himself from using charm in his conversation, "Harper's and Baker's have lot's in common you know," he offers, "You can look at what we have to do as an art, and it appeals to a lot of people."
Sraine notices the sparkling in Tatia's eyes and doesn't like the looks of it one BIT. "Honestly Tat, it's going to take a LOT of convincing to get me to move from this spot. 'Mia practically SHOVED me onto the first person." Just -remembering- makes the blush reappear on the quiet rider's face. She'd like nothing more then to go oil or bathe or do SOMETHING with Akilth. At the mention of Vesp coming in again, she grimaces lightly. "That would be more painful to you I should think." That was a rather tight situation.
"Yes!" Kymra seizes upon that suggestion almost immediately, quirking a pleased grin. "I don't want to stay in this awful dress any longer than I have to. Let's get out before she checks up on us -- or someone makes us dance." She moues a shudder. "Dancing. Ugh." Kymra is anything but ladylike.
Ashtyn looks to Christine and extends his hand timidly. In an almost inaudible voice he asks "Would you honro me with a dance?"
Christina walks in, carefully holding her skirts above the ground. She winces, seeing such a crowd. She looks around, taking note of Ashtyn. Walking over to him, she smiles shakily. She gulps a breath of air, nervous as anything. Her hand shakes almost violently... darn that habit! She gulps again. If only there was a guide to these types of events.
T'rell adjusts his steps to a less-active dance style still in keeping with the music, a more subtle movement that guides Kaeryn gradually toward the edges of the dance floor. "Maybe we should just cut out now and leave 'em wondering," he offers suggestively.
Scamp glides in through an arch from the great hall.
Scamp glides up the curving staircase to the balcony hallway.
G'deon grins as Tatia and Sraine chat, and walks over to a waiting drudge, taking a glass of water with a thankful nod. He watches the crowd for a moment.
"Wondering if I'd passed out on the floor and was carried out by healers?" Kae replies teasingly, opening her eyes once again and tilting her head back to give T'rell an amused smile. "That isn't a bad idea, though. Sleep would be, well, nice."
Damia manages an attractive blush, despite the words. She's rather used to this sort of thing, surprisingly, but the blush furthers her little charade thing going on, regardless of the cut of her bodice at this point. 'Mia's eyes lower and she murmers something appropriately degraciating. "A'course, we are. 'tis a grand 'ccasion, this time o' th' year, yah? Not much gets through 'n th' winter." Gee...and you wonder why. Smile is sent upward, "I think ye'd be pleasantly s'prised, eh? May'aps y'all c'ld come up 'n treat us t' some Istan 'arper songs, eh?" Another grin and she leans into Kandar as a particularly difficult bit of the dance comes up that requires just about as n'sync steps as possible. "I'd 'afta 'gree with ye there. There're even s'me baker specialties tha' deal wi' presentation, no?"
Jace gives one of his rare grins and with another glance over at the Masterherder leads his fellow Herder-who-don't-wanna-be-here through the crowd and out without being spotted by his mentor.
Kymra confidently strides to the Great Hall.
Falada walks shyly down the curving staircase from the balcony hallway.
Sorcen doesn't leave the melody waiting long to return to the mainstream. The same chords are formed but now picked in a return to the previous tune. Rhythm stays the same, however, to keep the dancers from getting too annoyed with him. As the picking resumes, he slowly, almost indecernably begins to increase the pace. He walks the pitch up, then after hitting the highest note that sounds decent in the song, runs it back down increasing the amount of notes but keeping the rhythm by making them shorter. After that run, however, he decides this song has gone on long enough and brings it to a conclusion, affording anyone else that would like to perform the opportunity to do so. Please?
"Rather," Tatia agrees dryly. "Next time maybe they'll be smart enough to dance /out/side." Because, obviously, if Tat wants it outside, everyone must. Don't worry.. Tat's not up for shoving anyone into dancing.. unless it's someone who's dancing with her. Speaking of which... Her gaze swings to G'deon, who gets an arced brow as she notices the glass. "How're we spose to dance if you're drinking?" she questions, doing a quick step in time to the music. See? She's ready to /dance/.
Nherys points up the stairs, lower lip caught between her teeth. "Theyyy're...up there. In m'room...got a friend to agree t'look in on them now and then, make sure they're still sleeping alright, and all..." Frown deepens as she watches him, the way the glass is kept...and then eyes roll, hand once agian extended. "Hand it over, Ren...don' think ya can pull one over on me -that- easily..."
T'rell smiles back to the newest Harper Master, guiding them both away from the other dancers until the music anticipates him and stops, just in time. "Well, there we go. Sejith awaits."
G'deon grins at Tatia, the new rogue in him quickly overtaking the innocent Gid you once knew. He places the glass down without a glance and walks back to the weyrling couple. "Alright, I came here to dance. Who's with me?" he asks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Wondering if the young woman can hear him over the noise, Ashtyn holds his hand out to the woman, blushing boyishly.
Tolia finishes off with a final gesture across drums, their different colors of sound echoing through the room still as she rises from her seat, stretching. "That was great, Sorcen. Nicely done." She slips off the back of the stage, leaving her place free for another.
Hyzen slipes down from her chair, dusts off the seat where she'd stood, and skips towards the other weyrlings. Coming to a halt, she watches G'deon and Tatia silently, a smile tugging 'pon pale rosen lips before she snatches the chair right next to Sraine. "Did you have fun out there?" comes her soft voice as she leans close to the brownrider.
Need he ask? Tatia's certainly not waiting for anyone to claim the partner she drug in. "Me!" she states firmly, extending a hand. "You know, it's really too bad that skirts are a pain to ride in." The second is an absent afterthought.. swishing skirts really make the whole thing much more fun.
Reawen walks in through an arch from the great hall.
Sraine just watches Tatia, wondering how in the world anyone could like to dance so much. Whether outside or inside, it was still something she tried to avoid. However, if she had to choose, she would have chose outside where it wasn't so crowded. Sheeesh. As G'deon comes back, she distinctly points to Tatia. SHE dances...not me. As Hyzen slips right next to her she gives a little jump. EGADS! "Hyzen! When did -you- get here!" Blink blink. Out there? "You SAW that??" The horror.
Kaeryn glances around the room, giving the random person a wave or smile before allowing herself to be lead from the room. "I'm sure Bren's sleeping already. Makes me a little envious, to be honest."
G'deon certainly doesn't mind the riding leathers though, and once again offers an arm to Tatia before heading out to the dance floor.
Tarmel walks with an even step to the Great Hall.
Falada goes home.
Renrow nods slowly with an "Ahh, aye, s'long as they're nice and asleep..." Was that a caring tone, for the 'bratlets', that just escaped? His own eyes flicker back over his shoulder and up the stairs, though this time for another reason added onto his own. Eyes return to Nherys just as her eyes roll, rolling his own in reply, "Ach, Nheeeer...t'is a -Ball-." The last word is plainly stated, the fact being plainly obvious already, and that alone being reason enough for him. Though a silence follows, her hand still held out to his, and an 'accchhhh' is released, lifting his glass to take another drink...and unable to hide the smirk as he holds out the empty glass, even though he really really does try and stifle it. "Well," word shakes, as if on the edge of tears or laughter, eyes quickly drifting away from Nher's as he bites his lip, the sentance that was going to be used to divert her attention being completely dropped.
Tolia sidles along the outside of the crowd, avoiding people as artfully as she can; her goal the stairs, a final grin and wave to Kaeryn and T'rell across the room, and she starts up to the balcony.
Feeling quite daring, Ashtyn takes the young woman's hand and leads gently out to dance. He smiles, finally having a partner, though nervous and blushing because he's never danced before.
Tolia walks lightly up the curving staircase to the balcony hallway.
Tatia takes the offered arm quite firmly, nose wrinkling as her hand reaches for a skirt that's not there out of habit. Gid may not mind, but it's likely to drive Tat nuts. "If we're lucky, they'll even do a fast one," she remarks, beaming. And by fast, she means /really/ fast. If there's one thing Tat does well, it's dance.
Christina looks at Ashtyn, her smile widening to an almost-grin. She nods, but before taking his hand, she tries something. Signing with her hands, she says, < signing something >
G'deon sweeps Tatia into a dance, slowly working their way into the beat. "Been a while since we danced" he comments, barely heard above the din.
From admist the shifting crowd of dancers and non-dancers, another familar face appears.. this one leeringly confident as he swaggers toward the group of 'Reaches weyrlings. Flashing what he obviously thinks is a winning grin, he leans in toward Hyzen and Sraine.. which one doesn't matter. Hey. He's N'sync. He can handle both at once. "So how are /you/ ladies doing this evening?" he questions with a leering wink.
Ashtyn looks confused for a moment, wondering what she's trying to tell him. He leans in, paying close attention to her hands.
Tatia's eyes widen as she spins into his arms, and she replies with a sparkling grin. "You know, I'd completely forgotten about that! Before the Hatching even, wasn't it?" And that was a world away.. Pern was different now. Pern had Vespurath.. and Nylanth, she supposes.
A group takes to the stage quietly, a string quartet accompanied by no more than the necessary background noise of moving four string instruments and their attached humans into position to play. Once they settle, there is a brief pause.
T'rell chuckles a bit ruefully, taking Kaeryn's hand as he leads her toward the door. "She's been asking for you all day, you know, driving Cirrus crazy. Finally went to sleep just before I left."
T'rell strides to the Great Hall.
T'rell leads Kaeryn out.
Sraine starts in surprise, jerking back and away from N'sync at his words. "Oh...hey." she murmers, rather uncomfortably. "I'm...uh...fine." Oh great...as if the gather wasn't bad ENOUGH. Glancing over at Hyzen, she silently pleads that the fellow 'ling goes off to find someone else to bother. She's had her dance for the night! That was one too many for her! That door to outside was looking awwwwfully tempting about now.
Christina bites her lower lip. Perhaps he can read lips? "Hello", she mouths, singing at the same time. She raises her eyebrows, in hope. If only there was someone to interpret... oh well.
Hyzen places a hand on Sraine's arms, grinning widely up at her. "I was over there," and other hand flutters towards the now occupied chair. "I was standing on it... so I saw everything. From Damia to that... guy!" Heee. And she enjoyed it. N'sync is given a startled look before the grip on Sraine's arm tightens noticably. "Srrraine. What's he doing here?" Whispered softly, she tries to squeeze as close to her friend as possible. That... /man/ was disgusting. And a 'rider at that. And Imbriath /liked/ Backstreeth. Die.
Perry glides into the rehearsal hall.
Kandar says, "Harper's and Baker's have lot's in common you know," he offers, "You can; look at what we have to do as an art, and it appeals to a lot of people.""
Ashtyn smiles, finally understanding. He mouths a hello back and slowly says his name, wondering if she will be able to read it.
Of /course/ the world now has Nylanth. How it went on without him is beyond G'deon. For now however, the world is safe. The bronzeling pauses for a moment, waiting for the new group of Harpers to begin. He eyes N'sync during the pause and grins. "Well well, look who decided to join the party," he comments to Tatia before glancing back at the Harpers.
N'sync caught that, he did. But it's not enough to phase him. /He/ knows that Hyzen really mean that as in 'Ohmigosh, I can't believe it's really /him/ talking to /me/!' "You know," he begins, leaning just a bit closer. "I don't happen to have a dance partner at the moment..." A brow lifts suggestively, first at Hyzen, then at the uncomfortable Sraine. "And you ladies look /awfully/ lonely.." Don't they though? Poor weyrlings.
The string quartet slides into action slowly, the cello taking the melody for an introductory solo. Not precisely slow, the music gives no impression of speed, just fullness; no pauses leave hollows in the stately waltz whose paces the instrument treads.
Reawen walks to the Great Hall.
Christina giggles. "I'm Christina," she mouths and signs back. "Shall we dance?" She asks, mouthing and signing some more. She tilts her head, smiling some more. First time in awhile this has happened... but that's another story. She picks up her skirt with one hand, taking initiative and leading Ashtyn to hte floor with the other.
As the relief quartet makes its way onto the stage, Sorcen heads off, putting his gitar with his bag where it won't get trambled on or anything like that. Not recognizing anyone immediately, he heads over to the table with the drinks and pours himself some water, taking a seat at the table as he does so. He pays more attention to the band onstage than the others in the room, just glad that for once he's watching the performance, instead of /being/ the performance.
Sraine isn't going to let Hyzen get pushed around, if anything. And besides...he was just...ICK. "There are plenty of girls hanging around." Which she promptly indicates with a vague wave of her hand. "And we're actually quite content here and hardly lonely at all." She really TRIED to make that sound convincing; glancing over at Hyzen, she silently wonders if it was enough? It N'sync was anything--aside from disgusting--it was persistant.
Tatia's feet still as the music fades, though she doesn't move out of position. One hand rests on G'deon's shoulder and the other is clasped in his - she's ready the instant the music begins again. She glances over her shoulder toward the weyrlings, eyes widening as she catches what G'deon did. "Oh my." The statment is murmured softly before she glances back up at the bronzerider. "I do hope they can manage.. he gives me the shivers." And not in a good way.
Ashtyn walks with Christina to slide through the crowd, beaming proudly at the few people that he knows. As he begins the dance he mouths "Where are you from?"
Joining the music quietly, the remaining instruments complete the quartet. The first violin gracefully claims the melody from the cello, who yields it with equal grace. The song drifts through the room with a smooth motion, a gentle rocking supported by rich harmonies.
G'deon winces slightly down at Tatia, then shrugs. "Well... I hate to say it, but they'll have to learn sooner or later how to manage," he admits rather reluctantly. Then, as the music starts again his attention is instantly diverted. "Shall we dance?" he drawls, somewhat beaming at his dancepartner.
Christina dances happily with Ashtyn, letting her many skirts fall to rest upon the ground. Not quite understanding his lips, she takes a chance. "My father runs a CotHold south of here." She mouths, glad she can lipread.
Hyzen frowns slightly as N'sync leans in closer, eyes narrowing as she leans against Sraine. Yes, you tell him, Ine. Scare him away. He's evil. "I'm... not good at dancing. I'd step all over you." Glance is cast out towards her fellow weyrlings where they were dancing. Sob. Oh save them. Have G'deon sit on him or something. This was not right. Turning back, she manages a wavery smile to the other 'rider. "Maybe later?"
Ashtyn nods understandingly and says back "High Reaches." and, with a smile adds "Guest" as he looks down to be sure not to step on her feet.
As the melody of the song slides slowly upward in pitch, the harmonies lift to buoy it further. The violin sways on the sea of sound beneath it, carrying across the crowd with the distinctive rhythmic feel of the waltz.
That's a good enough excuse for Tatia.. who is, of course, assuming that /she/ won't have to learn how to manage. Not with N'sync. Her shoulders lift in a slight shrug of acceptance as she tilts her head back, returning the somewhat beaming grin.. only she's /definately/ beaming. "Most certainly," she replies.
Kandar grins at Damia's words on presentation, "I myself can't help but organize things on my dish into litlle layouts of somekind." he gives Damia another twirl and starts rounding back to the place where they started from, with Nherys and Renrow there. "I might head up to the 'Reaches sometime to visit a friend of mine, Kh'et, whenever I hear a good word from him. He seems to be quite busy now. I'm sure to drop on by and share a song or two and maybe take in a good old soup you may have boiling or whatever is on hand, I need to get going," he adds as the dance for these two comes to an end, and he bows to the women, taking her by the arm the rest of the way over to Renrow and Nherys, "It's been a pleasure getting to know you."
Both of N'sync's brows rise in that patented look that's /mean/ to be charming.. or perhaps something else. "I could teach you," he nearly purrs in Hyzen's direction. Backing off a bit, he gives his hips a bit of a shake in demonstration. "See?" Another smile is flashed toward Sraine.. she's obviously just nervous to be in the prescence of such greatness. Well. N'sync will just have to help her get over that.
The first violin fades backwards into the piece and down into the range of the harmonies, submerging the melody for a moment until the cello emerges from beneath the other instruments. The backup which exalted the violin now suppresses the cello, pressing its melody downwards.
G'deon slowly but surely guides Tatia into the steady waltz. "If he gets to unbearable of course, I could try to step in," he adds after a moment, referring presumably to N'sync. "He's rather... impressionable."
Christina raises her eyebrows, interested. As they dance to the waltz, she takes the oportunity to look around the room. "I was sent here to become an Apprentice... hopefully a Harper." She mouths back, almost beaming. Can you tell that's a fact she's proud of?
Tatia's brow rises as she flows into the waltz with the ease of obvious practice. "Really?" she questions in faint amusement. Those muscles coming in handy again? "Think if you glare at him enough he'll go away?" Evidently the thought of G'deon going after N'sync is quite amusing to the greenrider.
Sraine's mind races, not willing to let her NEAR this man. "Hyzen can't dance with you anyways," the quiet rider finally sputters out, "she sprained her ankle earlier and it hurts her to walk on it." And here she flashes Hyzen a very quick 'play along' look. As N'sync give his "demonstration" the brownrider nearly gags. Oh she was just putting herself in a bad position here wasn't she. "So Hyzen isn't going onto the dance floor for a long while."
Damia spins to a graceful hault, skirts swirling around her ankles, a curtsey offered her once-dance-partner. "Quite, Kandar. I'll tell Kh'et you were a'askin' aftah 'im, eh?" She sees him enough, the bronze scamp. Grin is directed at the weyrling pair on the floor and another little curstey is offered the youngest of the harpers, "Care fer a dance, then? I see's Ine 'bandoned ye. Not s' nice. Canni make 't up ta ya?" The baker's gaze is smoldering beneath those dark lashes of hers and she even manages to flutter them coquettishly at Renrow. Awww. How cute.
Ashtyn smiles, always admiring the reputations of the harpers "I may be the messenger there at the reaches" he says proudly, trying to make sure his lips say it clear enough.
The pendulous motion of the waltz continues as the quartet sinks lower in pitch, the cello leading a descent pressed by the other instruments; their echoing descent disallows any balancing upward modulation. The gradual sink continues the easy sway of the rhythm, falling like a leaf in still air.
Melsa walks in through an arch from the great hall.
The cello falls back in its descent, and the other instruments catch up, subsuming the unquiet shuttle back into the weave of the song. No real melody dominates as the music rises back towards its origin, but a combination of all the instruments' sounds slides upwards, threads of the music slipping into the melody behind them.
Christina grins. "That's wonderful!" She is now beaming. Yep... face is flushed, quite definitely a nice shade of happy pink. She looks around the room once more, wondering what others might be talking of... hmm. Interesting.
G'deon just grins at Tatia and swoops into the next step of the dance. "I can be convincing if I want to be," he says, barely over the noise of the music. Is this a warning or a brag?
Ashtyn grins proudly. "Do you travel alot?" he asks.
If Hyzen could get any closer to Sraine, she would be. Right now, she's pretty much a part of the brownrider's clothing. Maybe N'sync will forget about her? "I don't need to learn... that's okay." Ine's words make her jerk slightly before she catches the look. "Yeah..." That's all she's saying. Let Ine keep the story going, cause Hyz would probably mess it up.
Either way, Tatia finds the idea amusing. Indeed, she even laughs softly.. poor Gid. She's absolutely no help to his ego. "I'm sure you can be," she manages after a moment, still polite. After all, she wants to keep dancing.
Once again, the violin emerges from the group, its sound rising above the anchoring solidity of the trio below it. Ascending smoothly, it remains rooted only by the rhythmic certainty of the waltz, the melody fully in its control.
N'sync stops the odd gyrations of his hips to peer at Hyzen. Oh? A wounded fan? Well, we /can't/ let a wounded fan sit on the sidelines because of an accident. "Don't be silly," he remarks smoothly, reaching a hand toward Hyzen in an attempt to grab hers. "I can hold you up.. I want /you/ to have a good time." Ooo, buff bronzerider. Concerned about the poor little greenling.
Christina shakes her head. "This is the first time I've left the CotHold." She replies, adding, "I was never allowed to travel, because of my voice." She gulps, trying to think of a subject change. "You dance very well..."
G'deon twirls Tatia around at the last crescendo before melding again into the familiar waltz. "He's really not all that scary," he adds after a moment, "you just need to tell him how it is." Physical enforcement is an added bonus of course.
Sraine reaches her hand out without thinking and smacks N'sync's hand away from Hyzen's. Only after said action does she look surprised about it--but only for a few moments. She then looks resolute. "That would just make it worse. She's not going -anywhere-." The soft-spoken rider spoke resolutely enough. So hopefully the other rider would get the same picture and stop living in whatever fantasy land he seemed to be in all the time. Grump. "And she doesn't WANT to either."
Ashtyn smiles nervously "I am glad I don't step on your feet, M'lady. This is my first time dancing" he looks around to see where everyone else is, and if he could possibly recognize anyone.
Nherys just...shakes her head at the apprentice, "Fine, fine...but I never saw it. Okay?" The returning Kandar and Damia are grinned at, and she gestures towards the staircase, "Come, join us? Pull up a lump of stone...." Hee...
One by one, the instruments fade. First, the second violin drops its high-range support, lending the first violin greater clout in its range. Then the cello falls away, leaving the viola's harmony alone to rock in sync with the melody. Finally, it too tires, and the violin exults alone, its waltzing rhythm continuing for several measures before solidifying to silence.
The last may be true... but the first? Tatia glances at G'deon doubtfully. "How it is?" she questions. "My goodness, why didn't /I/ think of that?" Sarcasm? Of course not.. not from Tat. Never. Tatia's feet move surely, swirling with G'deon before settling back into the stately dance.
Let the sway of the music invoke those around her. Nope. You cannot make a Smith -ex or not- dance. Simply cannot be done.. Green rider simply slips off the thick jacket of ice-fold color to peel away and melt from slender shoulders.. Yes. Oo. Hyzen... Ooo. She found a man. "HEYA!" Oh.. Wait. That was.. loud. to say the least -But as if Melsa would care? No. Of course not.. The girl has lungs and she knows how to use them. Step forward, lightly along the edge as doubtful brow creeps o'er tourmaline optics.
Christina stops dancing as the music slows, looking around yet again. "May I sit this next one out?" She asks, using her hands once again. "Perhaps we'll dance again later, though?" She curtsies politely, bowing her head slightly.
Heero stalks darkly in through an arch from the great hall.
<Local> Nylanth senses that Vespurath's tone drips with sweetness and bright colors, a childish tone of the whole. <<Good evenin', Xhuryth. I'm going inside. Would you care to join me?>> Green offers rather graciously, in fact, even as she mounts the step, already snaking her head inside as if she actually /belonged/ there.
N'sync doesn't even bother to look surprised.. of /course/ he understands what's going on. With that oily-smooth grin of his, he turns to Sraine. "All right, darlin'," he draws. "You don't have to get nasty about it. You can have the first dance." And now he's reaching for Sraine's hand, hips again waggling in time to the rhythm.. which looks awfully silly to a waltz. Or at any other time, really. "I'll be back for you..." That one's to Hyzen, who's shot a quick wink.
Ashtyn bows to his partner and leads her back. "Thank you" he says to her politely.
G'deon slows slowly along with the music, skillfully avoiding Tatia's sarcasm. He smiles and steps back slightly, then offers her a stately bow to match the dance. He's been practicing. As he straightens he glances over the crowd and grins at Melsa, a fellow ex-Smith turned rider. "Thank you, Tatia. That was fantastic," he says, finally returning his attentions to the woman next to him.
Kandar grins as he sits down with Nherys and Renrow. He looks at Nher and decides to head out for the night, "Nher, I know we've barely had time to talk to each other tonight but I think I'd better head up and get some rest. I'll need the energy for class tomorrow after all."
Heero strides into the ballroom, face contorting at the masses of... people. Bipeds. Oi. Not that he's much for any sort of 'ped, be it human or otherwise. Melsa is eyed through the crowd, nonetheless, as it appears Hee's wrenched himself from the nursery and Mehir long enough to follow Xhu's tracks to the Hold.
That /does/ take skill.. cause Tatia throws sarcasm around without care for where it lands. Fortunately, Tat's not full of it tonight.. and she steps back in time with G'deon, offering a curtsey - albeit it an ackward one born from lack of skirts. "Thank /you/," she replies, grinning. "It was quite worth the wait."
Hyzen manages to peel her head away from Sraine's shoulder to look at the brownrider incredulously. Wow... she actually... struck someone? Shaking auburn tresses, she then turns to look up at N'sync... who was reaching for Sraine. Oh dear. Hyzen wasn't forward enough to bap at him. Melsa is spotted and a cry of relief is issued. Oh yes. Come save them! "Melsa!" Yes, greenling can be loud when she wants to be. Gotta, to yell across rushing air. G'deon is noticed too, and Tatia. Yay! Safety's on the way! But she's not letting go of Sraine's arm either.
Sraine looks startled, and rather sickened too, as the rider then turns his attentions to her. Shards he was insufferable. She pulls her hand back out of reach for the moment, face nearly pulled into the frown. "You're assuming an awful lot." she murmers before she hear's the comment to Hyzen. Here she draws the line. "I'll ONLY dance with you if you leave BOTH of us alone for the rest of the gather. Either that, or you go dance by yourself." Glare.
As the 'relief quartet' finishes its song, Sorcen finishes off his water and returns to the stage, picking up his gitar. Another gitarist joins him, standing further back on the stage as she quietly, nervously fingers through the chords she's about to play. An encouraging murmer comes from Sorcen towards her, then he begins playing a melody slightly faster than the waltz that was just played. The other gitarist comes in with a rhythm, moving from chord to chord and accenting the melody played on the lead gitar.
Christina makes her way over to the tables at the back of the room, looking for a cup. She glances over to N'sync, and a hand goes up to her mouth. That poor girl... she ponders, glancing at Hyzen momentarily. Alas, she can't help much, though... oh well. Juice is poured, and she takes a sip.
Blunt cough. .. Some riders need to learn to keep their paws to themselves.. Or be bitten - In her haughty sense of judgement.. No. "Hyzen.. Girl. Whatch'a doin'.?" Istan tone inquires.. Poor girl. Been in the south way too long for her own good. With her jacket discarded on some random chair backing -along with dusty gloves that she's worn who knows where. Fine hands lightly move to brush back disheveled lengths of cinnamon straite plaits that seem fit to not stay back away from her face. Grr.. No. She will /not/ cut her hair. Another side comment. N'sync eyed. Yes. Hawkishly.. Briefly. Nope. Rider or not. .She'll give a bark to back down. Just cause the girl has been in the sugar-sticks again. Just. Fear. (Melsa)
Ashtyn sits down at a chair, looking around at all the people dancing. "Thats enough daring for one evening" he chuckles himself, wondering how all of these people know each other "I suppose I spent just a little too much time on that boat" he murmers.
G'deon returns to the group of High Reachers and smiles. "Thank you again, Tatia. It's been far too long since I last danced." Not that this should stop him. "Who's up for a dance next?" he asks, glancing at all the weyrlings in turn, even N'sync, just in case.
Oh, she's going to be like /that/, is she? Ah, well, N'sync knows she doesn't really mean it. And she wants to dance /now/... "Tsk, tsk," he clucks, shaking his head. "You really should share. /But/.. I suppose I could just dance with you..." Sraine gets another of those smiles as he reaches for her hand again. A quick glance over his shoulder confirms that Tatia's still here... not to mention all those lovely holder girls. He'll find other partners.. the masses are screaming his name.
Renrow glances over at Kandar as he replaces the empty wine glass beside the other on the step behind Nher, then leans back against the banister with a sigh, "Whaaat...y'turnin in /already/? Pft, tis'nae any fuun t'do that." He rests his head back against the banister as a hand is waved through the air, though his own eyes seem to be hanging abit heavier than before, too. Head turns to peer up the steps again, this time his gaze lingering at the top for a bit longer this time `round. A sigh escapes, catching himself at the end with his eyes flickering down, then just scoots back against the banister into a straighter sitting position, his right leg pulled up to the same step he's sitting on with an arm curled around it.
Heero broods as he goes unnoticed -- not that he's totally surprised. He doesn't make a move to join the greenrider, but instead backs up, broad shoulders pressed against a wall as arms cross. As long as no one accosts Melsa, he won't budge a step. That's because he's so.. lovable. Really.
<Local> Nylanth senses that Vespurath's tone whirls, a pinwheel of color. <<Coming, Nylanth?>> Quite obviously, Xhuryth isn't going to, and thusly, the green pretty much ignores her. As she has done physically as well.
Melody intermingles with back-up, and Sorcen occasionally backs off to allow the younger girl to break through in the foreground. But for the most part, the melody bounces lightly off the walls, with strummed chords taking the place of drums and providing a heavy but fast rhythm for the lighter gitar to work with. And work with it Sorcen does, fluctuating his volume to go along with the song, while the rhythm remains at a constant, medium dynamic.
"Me too," Tatia notes as she brushes her braid into place behind her shoulder with a wrinkle of her nose. Next time she comes dancing she's coming prepared - skirts and unplaited hair. She trails after him, following in the path he breaks in the crowd to stop near the other weyrlings.. and /away/ from N'sync, thank you very much. "You guys still aren't dancing?" she questions.
Damia chuckles, a grin coming to her features as she does, settle herself, "I 'spose I c'ld go fer a bit o' a break." If only to be gracious, rather than because she's actually tired. Eyes are glinting a little bit and she leans back 'gainst a handy hard surface, most likely a wall. Good hard things, walls. A wave is offered Kandar, "G'night! Thankee muchly fer th' dance, eh? An' 'night." There we go. Double g'nights for the harper. "Any'ow," 'Mia starts, turning back to the other two, "'ow's th' winter been down 'ere at Ista? I 'ave friends down 'ere, but I 'aven't 'ad a chance t' visit."
Sraine is very reluctant in this, but lets herself be pulled out--if only to spare her friends from the torment. Yeah...she was like that. Glance is given to Hyzen, before she finally stands and strides off. Quick look is given to G'deon, almost a silent plea to make sure to keep watching. Sometimes N'sync was intolerable and she didn't really have much more strength to keep rebuffing him like she was. She just wasn't THAT forward. "Let's go." She finally mutters, not happy at all. THIS was why she didn't like dancing dearies.
"Trying to keep from dancing..." comes Hyzen's reply to Melsa as she reluctently and with a glare towards N'sync, let's go of Sraine's arm. Huff. Take away her leaning post, will you? "What've you been up to?" Keep the conversation on a sane level... and get that man away from her. She's going to have a very long and thorough talk with her green when they return home. Shudder. "I'm so sorry, Sraine..." Whimper... she doesn't want to subject her friend to this, but Ine's the one that had saved -her-. Sniff.
Nherys awwwws softly at Kandar, then nods... "Yeah...I guess I have t'let ya go, then...aww, but...it's been good seein' ya, it /always/ is...." Harper sighs, then shifts closer, arms encircling his neck, quick peck on his cheek...which must suffice, at least for now. Phooh. "G'night then, Kandar...stop in and check on the girls befor eyou go, wooould you?"
Nylanth> Nylanth stretches slowly, finally catching Vespurath's antics out of the corner of his eye. With a questioning warble, he turns his full attention back to the fellow clutchmate.
N'sync is beaming with that leering sort of beam only he can manage as he captures Sraine's hand in his own. "We'll see /you/ in a bit," he notes, giving Hyzen yet another wink before sending one toward Tatia as well. "But for now..." And Sraine is tugged into the crowd without much regard for whether she wants to go or not.. buff bronzerider, remember?
Kandar smiles and grins an, "Of course, not to mention visit my friend Renrow here." he yawns. "Well, I better be going." he adds as he picks himself up and makes his way up the stair way and toward the dorms.
Eek? Brow uplifts over her geatures. "Keep from dancin'?" She questions Hyzen in reply briefly as she gives Sraine a dubious look, as well as the .. ahem.. 'vain' N'sync. Righhht. Really. Erm. K.. Melsa, a bit lost on her conversations now, retreats a step back with her hands finally shoved to the shallow pits slit across her hips -a poor excuse she calls for pockets, but whatever works. Hair pinned up not in filigree, but simple low ponytail -nuff to keep the most of the fractious lengths from her face, but not those stupid bangs. Gah. That's it. Pern offically needs hairgel. .but that's nother story all together.
Christina puts her glass down. She walks past Ashtyn, and stops. She casually mouths, "Hope to see you later", and waltzes out of the room. Quite a suitable exit for the girl... at least she thought so.
Kandar goes home.
Christina goes home.
Nylanth> Astarte after a couple moments of not hearing her firelizards demise, Astarte opens her eyes again, respectfully supressing a laugh at seeing a dragon trying to enter a hallway. She catches herself and tries to whipe the amused grin off her face.. unsuccessfully.
['LingChan] Lyri: Actually.. I think you can. I mean, those metal doors are /huge/.
***See? We had approval! Sort of...***
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[To be continued...] - Click here for "Stuck Dragons: Part Two"