High Reaches Animal Kingdom Party - The Ceilidh 
	[Logged By Sasha	--	1/12/2000]
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Sasha
Elfin is the only word that can describe this young woman. Her tousled
 hair, once short and boyish has been allowed to grow until it cascades in
 long curly layers, as dark as klah at midnight, (although now streaked
 with brilliant blue spotches of dye), around and below her shoulders,
 Lashes as dark as her hair, are long and accentuate startlingly large
 brown eyes, which are dance with fire and mischief. Standing at a petite
 5'3, her body is lithe and slim, with a tiny waist and warmly tanned skin.
 She is as agile as a cat and her limbs are taut and strong. Her once
 untrusting 'hands-off' demeanor, developed over years of ill-treatment 
 has slowly vanished and she now radiates an air of calm, but determined
 contentment.
Her slim form is attired in a sleek chestnut brown hide, tailored to
 display firm musculature, and brushed so that the tiny silken hairs all
 over it shine like a newly fallen conker. Her mane of glossy dark hair,
 highlighted with streaks of blue (that just won't wash out!) is brushed
 over to one side and swings loose like a curtain over her long arching
 neck. Perched on top of her head are two forward pointing ears,
 constructed from the same hide as the clinging bodysuit, and which add to
 the illusion of facial length which is alluded to with strongly shaded
 makeup. Over Sasha's hands and feet, are hard circular cuffs which if put
 on the ground resemble hooves. Finally and most strikingly, she has used a
 generous hank of dark brown wool, which matches her hair, to fashion a
 long flowing tail, which she has sewn to the back of her outfit.  With her
 elegant wings furled neatly, Celta nestles comfortably on Sasha's
 shoulder.
Her candidates knot is slung around her neck and behind the ears in a
 makeshift halter arrangement.
She is awake and looks alert.

Night or day, Klah can always be found warming on the High Reaches
 Hearth...

Living Caverns (#392)
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the
 multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is
 shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to
 the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows
 centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows
 give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No
 mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the
 pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the
 west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip
 of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are eleven firelizards.

Fennara is here.
Kinecha slides slowly and silently in from the Central Bowl.
Pyrene wanders distractedly in from the Central Bowl.
Geko steps quietly in from the Central Bowl.

Sasha sees her friends entering and grins at what they are wearing. 
 "Hiya!"


Kinecha (#20839)
Reaching a hight of almost 6 feet, this woman is taller than most. Her
 features are somewhat like those of a man, with hardened arm and leg
 muscels. Her blond hair, which is almost a stark white, has been cropped
 short and close to the scalp. Long brows arc over wide grayish green eyes
 with dark lashes. Her face and chin are angular and her nose is long and
 narrow with only a little bend at the middle, where it once was broken. On
 her right cheek is a 5-centimetre scar which runs just below her
 cheekbone. Her hands, with strong, long fingers, are callused and scarred.
 All in all, this woman is very masculine.
Foregoing her heavy leather jacket for the warmer season Kinecha wears a
 thick-clothed darkgreen shirt over a thinner shortsleeved gray shirt.
 Covering her legs are trousers, wellworn and in need of patching in
 several places. Her leatherboots reaching halfway up her calfs, are lined
 with once soft fur.  Necha's Pack hangs heavily from Kinecha's shoulder.
 Perched on Kinecha's shoulder is Erzulie.
On her shoulder is a single loop, double corded knot in black and blue
 assigning her as a High Reaches Guard recruit.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 2 minutes.


Geko (#11270)
She's a young lady, a short little thing with long legs that add the
 illusion of height to her stature, elongating slender frame to willowy,
 making the little physical maturity she has in the roundness of hips and
 bust a bit more evident. Eyes are blue, the wintry blue found in shadows
 on snow, with the icy color warmed by sunshine flecks of gold radiating
 outawrds from the pupil. Hair sweeps shoulder blades and a little further
 down, a shimmery dark soil brown, highlighted naturally in gold, that's
 not too fine to pull back into braids and not thick enough to be a horror
 brushing. Gold-white defines her skin-tone, becoming a bit more white in
 the cold months, and gold becoming more apparent with summer.
Spotted, Geko is, with a mottled prints rather like those of Terran
 leopards sprinkled over back and legs of her tight buff leathers, 
 detouring breifly to take a jaunt down the long, bushy tail that trails
 limply from her waist, swishing by her feet. The print curls to her front
 briefly and stops at her shoulders, which meet in turn a furry hat with an
 indistinct pattern that resembles the coloring and pattern from before,
 and, of course, two cute semicircles set pertly in the appropriate place
 to represent ears.  Perched on Geko's shoulder is Lava.

Pia arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Hiliza arrives from deeper in the Weyr.


Pia (#19393)
Her form is slender self-importance, a svelte self of pride and bronzed
 skin. Cast upon her oval, sun-blushed face is a set of insidiously
 charming features -- rather appealing at least 'til she opens her mouth.
 Her pale green eyes, wide set against the urbane arch of her nose, suggest
 a depth of character denied by the soft pouty curve of her lips. Thick
 waves of gold kissed russet frame her face, blowzy predisposition firmly
 supressed by the artificial creation of those perfectly sleek curls.
Careful stripes of black and rust streak her features, shadowing narrowed
 cheekbones and highlighting vivid green eyes. Her russet hair is tousled,
 curls highlighted with the same black that stripes her face. Those same
 hues are stippled on to the cream-colored body suit she wears, which
 stretches from wrist to neck to ankle. Feet are bare, and likewise dappled
 with the rust and black that are echoed elsewhere. A thin stripe of rolled
 pelt, fur side out, is attached to her rear as a wavy, mobile tail.  Green
 smears across her shoulder, a long looping tail entwined into her hair.
A delicate gold metal firelizard earcuff clings to Pia's ear.
Pristine white replaces the old strands of blue and black, cord twisting 
 in the single loop of candidacy.

Maki arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Pia calls to Maki, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.


Hiliza (#20694)
     This young woman is short, not distinctively so, but still short
 enough to be considered short. Being of average beauty, she has an oval
 shaped face with a sharp nose, a strong chin, and thin, pale rosy lips.
 Oft times her fern green eyes will sparkle with golden or light brown
 flecks. Her lashes are thick and dark, falling quite sort of reaching
 thin, expressive eyebrows. Her skin is a naturally very pale, which
 contrasts with the raven black of her hair. Two even sections of it hang 
 just past her shoulders while the rest of her hair is just about as long
 as her shoulders. She is built with very almost no curves, and it's
 evident that she'll never be very buxom or have much flesh on her hips at
 all, not that she's complaining.
Onyx hair has been pulled back into a bun the best it can be for this
 occasion. Plain shirt takes on a rich, creamy color in it's simplicity.
 Perhaps a size too big, attention has been paid to detail when hunting out
 this outfit. Indigo pants are kept up with a black hide belt, as they too
 have been borrowed from someone a tad bigger. A pair of thick black
 spectacle frames slips all over her nose. Seeming out of place is a long,
 rope, apparently a tail, and pink fuzzy fabric in the form of round ears.
 Whiskers have been drawn on her face, for a final effect.  On her finger
 is a ring, a gift from her sister.  Snuggled on top of Hiliza's bag is 
 Yukimiko.  Saihitei peers almost smugly from the relative comfort of
 Hiliza's shoulder, opposite Kishuku.  Kishuku peers protectively from
 Hiliza's shoulder.
Not on her shoulder, but instead around her arm like a bracelet is Hiliza's
 snowy knot. Still noticeable enough to be flagged down for work, however
 fortunate or not fortunate that is.


Fennara (#18987)
Although her 5'7 frame is slender, she is toned and deceptively strong,
 through long hours of disciplined dance practise. Her skin, although fair,
 has been tanned golden in the Istan sunshine. She has serious grey eyes,
 framed with dark lashes, which on closer inspection reveal considerable
 warmth andhumour. Shapely brows too often betray her thoughts and
 feelings. Her light brown hair, glinting with highlights of honey, falls
 softly, in waves, to her waist, and quite often is tossed carelessly over
 a shoulder. She has a single-minded approach to life, seeking to excel at
 whatever task she sets herself, and displays an air of quiet
 determination. However, her sometimes shy smile is warm and infectious,
 and though her sense of humour can be sharp, she enjoys a good laugh among
 friends.
Fenn wears a long black outfit which amazes as she lifts her arms....for
 two more pairs hang underneath them and are revealed as she moves. Strands
 of gossamer wisp from her sleeves. for Gossamer spinner is her chosen
 animal for the evening.  Perched on Fennara's shoulder is Pharaoh.
She proudly wears the knot of a Senior Harper Apprentice


Caylea arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Caylea (#18315)
Those eyes, piercing, livid, alive with -flavor-! Slowly shifting from dark
 gray towards a rich gray-blue over the turns, they stare out over the
 world masterfully. A mask of confidence, an appeal of excitement, their
 glossy film gives a taste of the ever shifting soul of the girl without.
 Classically narrowed at the edges, they front a well-formed, feminine face
 of high cheekbones and thin lips. Pouty eyebrows crown these windows to
 the heart, thick but not overwhelming. No freckles, nor wrinkles, mar this
 youthful face at the peek of its glamour, though all is not perfect. Her
 nose is perhaps a little unshapely, bluntly tipped and noticeably out of
 proportion with her smallish face. Mocha cream skin stretches tight over 
 her lithe form, pulled taunt by her growing turns. Around 57, the blooming
 teenager has outgrown her childish chub. Her hips have formed, not 
 hour-glassing, though definitely apparent, and her chest has noticeably
 taken shape. While not a fashion model, nor buxom beauty, her hands carry
 a soft touch, skilled and well practiced. In a very recent, unself-
 proclaimed adjustment to features, her hair has been cut short: Very
 short, in a boyish, uneven bob that curls in every-which-direction. Most
 notable is the highly fluorescent rose-bud gleam that shines off of its
 once dark brown/ebon hues.
Its....a wherry! No...its a wher! No no.. no wings: Unless you count those
 flappy looking..things..somewhere between its shoulders and butt. But
 wait, you just /gotta/ love those beady, sunken eyes running crookedly
 somewhere upon its head. Tis a wretched excuse for a costume this, yet its
 still fairly recognizable. Fangs lay pinned upon the roof of oblong
 jaws.... which is actually a hood that comes over the head of this suits
 most recent victim. The hide on CaySnakes elongated body is of a sickly
 greenish brown hue, mottled with dots of bright gold and crimson. Four
 short, wiry legs stick out of her form almost awkwardly, adorned with
 dulled, plushie onyx claws. A short tail hands out just beneath her rear,
 taking the same sickening shade of hide to longer level. It ends just
 above the ground however: No tripping da healer snake!  Caylea wears
 Caylea's Listening Tube around her neck.  Perched on Caylea's shoulder is
 Eowyn.
One might not notice right away the absence of a knot upon her shoulders.
 However, its hard to deny the way the pearl-white rope rings lightly
 around her neck, looking not unlike a canine collar. Yes, tis her symbol
 of bondage to the Weyr which has healernapped her to stand as a Candidate 
 for Reaches next Clutch.

Today Caylea is..well, contrary. Though is that every unusual for this
 woman? Wrapping around her right wrist and palm is a fresh bandage.
 Bruises and scratches trail down her face, and more then likely down her
 shoulders and arms as well: though those are covered by long sleeves.
 Instead of a black eye, she has a black cheek.

Pia saunters into the caverns, 'tail' looped over one wrist. 

Hiliza doesn't swish-in, for once, though the rope attached to her backside
 does make a sweeping noise. Also odd is her behavior. She's quiet, and not
 moving nearly as smoothly as she normally does. But her mouth twitches
 into a smile nonetheless. Yes, she's amused. And why shouldn't she be?

Sasha begins to giggle as the odd assortment of animals begin to arrive.
 "Oh Wow!"

Kinecha releases Erzulie, who launches into the air.

You notice Hiliza looking at you.

Fennara grins a little shyly and leans over to Sasha. "I'd better get the
 musicians sorted out!"

Sasha nods at her harper friend. "Go right ahead!"

Chairs and tables have been pushed to the edges of the cavernous room
 leaving plenty of space for dancing. harpers have started to arrive and
 are setting up their instruments, making sure that they are perfectly in
 tune.

Pyrene blinks around and then shakes her head. "Oh... dear," is her final
 comment on the matter. "Are there any munchies?" Yes, certain things are
 more important.

Kinecha exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Over by the hearth the usual food table is laden with an assortment of the
 bakers finest fare...meatrolls, crispy cheesy things, creampuffs...you
 name it it is there to be sampled and enjoyed.

Caylea wiggles..wobbles...slinkers into the living cavern, gazing around
 from somewhere beneath that hood.  Wait:  Where did everyone go?  Eep! 
 Healer quickly reaches up a short, stunted hand in effort to correct her
 crooked hood. Aah.  There are the eye..hole.  Where'd the other go?  Eep.  
 Da CaySnake glances around and hisses.  "Lo everyone!"

Geko sways her hips, enjoying the feel of the tail she's got concocted on
 the back of her heels. Swish, swish. "I wish I had a tail all the time,"
 she comments cheerfully. But she also has to establish important facts.
 "Is there any special food? Or food in general? Where'd the tables go?
 Where am I supposed to sit?"

Siannen arrives from deeper in the Weyr.


Siannen (#17532)
Small and wispish, Siannen is not what you'd call an imposing figure. She's
 often mistaken for someone turns younger, as age has only just begun to 
 catch up with her; willowy figure finally shows decided curvature, more at
 bust than at still-slim hips, though diminutive stature remains largely
 unchanged at an inch or so over four and a half feet. Sun-touched bronzen
 locks barely reach slender shoulders, often falling to obscure sparkling
 eyes of intensely pale, liquid blue. So light they appear almost
 colorless, the right is perfectly crystal-blue, while the left is flecked
 with gold. These are set in a delicate and mobile, if stubborn, face, and
 serve to accent the overall air of knowing innocence that the child seems
 to exude. Her turns in the cold of 'Reaches have yet to affect her skin,
 still rather pale with a dusting of freckles 'cross nose and cheeks. Her
 smiles are her greatest asset, varying in degree from the oft-seen 
 bright-eyed beam to the rather shy, endearing grin. But whatever the
 cause, the result is usually the same.
Swath of cloth covers her eyes, holes cut to see by. Blanket-turned-wings
 are attatched to her shirt, and the ends are held on by being tied to her
 wrists. Bronze, this one is, mask and wings matched rather well. They can
 go on over her clothes, but special ones have been picked for the
 occasion. Shirt, pants, and boots are all dyed the same, bronze, of
 course. The shirt is long sleeved, tucked into wherhide trous. Boots are
 the best, lacing up to her calves.

Pyrene filches food shamelessly. "Nice spread... you guys didn't cook this,
 did you?" she checks prior to eating. Geko's eyed with superior amusement.
 Wouldn't catch Pyrene in a tail. In D'renn's summer outfits, maybe,
 but....

While people stand around the room, waiting to begin, the gentle discordant
 sounds of a fiddle, gitars, pipes and percussion instruments can be heard
 as the musicians, stationed at one end of the room, warm up and tune their
 instruments.


Pyrene (#11964)
Slight and spindly, from skimpy legs to sharp chin, her frame is
 nevertheless held as stubbornly tall as possible, falling only just shy of
 average height. Lank tendrils of dark brown hair plague a pointed-nosed,
 thin-lipped face as they escape the limp plait that struggles to keep them
 under control, only serving to emphasise the peakiness of her complexion.
 Yet if there were any doubts about her vitality, the grey eyes that snap
 out from beneath dark brows eliminate them as effectively as twin
 thunderstorms.
Formal elegance, sybaritic decadence: amber-fletched bronze sweeps and
 falters, as if this gown were too heavy a weight for the waif within. Each
 velvet fold crushes sunlight and shadow into refined metallics and spare,
 sparse lines; where smoky cinnabar flavours the loose-layered collar, inky
 blacks savour the inner swirls of flared cuffs and loosely-whirling
 skirts. In almost teasing contrast, saucy stripes of sun-caught sisal
 tighten and bind the rectangular bodice, matched by the intricate play of
 golden ribbons winding about Pyrene's slim hips.  Kynance hides on one
 shoulder, half camouflaged in Pyrene's hair.
Black, blue and sea-washed gold tangle their way over the badge worn by all
 members of Esprit wing.


Hiliza shyly-not characteristic, is it? Hangs near the shadows, fidgeting.
 She fiddles with her spectacle frames a moment and then slides into a
 reclusive chair. She's trying really hard not to be excessively cheerful,
 and she doesn't even notice-or, she's pretending not to?-the people
 entering. She's also trying to look worried. Figeting more, she plays with
 her 'tail' and then brings out a rolled up page of her journal. It's close
 enough.

Dunvegan suddenly disappears ::between::!

Geko mingles a little, but works her way purposefully towards the food. The
 drinks set out are ignored completely, but they're about the only item on
 the table that aren't given attention by Geko, and the plate she comes
 away with is stacked fully a fingerlength high with food.

Kurt shuffles, flapping his 'wings' in from the Central Bowl.

Slither..slither, was this ever an 'act' for Caylea?  She's /always/ been a
 rotten snake, after all.  Taking her molty self over towards the food
 tables, the candiedsnake quickly begins to snatch a few items, casually
 batting hands away with her stubbed 'claws' to get at the cookies! 
 Cookies!  With wintery /green/ icing painted over them:  Her personal
 contribution!  So she -would- get her cookies with green stuff in 'em!  Or
 at least on 'em!  Beamk!

Fennara sees her mentor enter the room and sighs in relief..."I'm glad you
 could make it Kurt...."

Hiliza is fidgeting in the corner, and not just because she's playing a
 part(and a little too much, at that). The pen doesn't seem to want to
 work. She dips it for the thrid time and finally it writes. But what
 should she write? "How does he do this?" She murmers, and then, after a
 prolonged pauses, "It's not easy, so to speak, it's not," Somebody make
 her stop, before she-oh, too late. Sorry.

Sasha wanders around, nervously checking that everyone has a drink and
 gesturing towards the table she announces loudly over the strains of the
 tuning instruments, "don't forget the food everyone!"

Kurt smiles, folding his hands behind his back as he enters, "Me? Miss a
 party?"

Pyrene slides over to Hiliza and blinks at her. "What sort of animal are
 you?" she wonders, eyebrows raised. "I won't, Sash!" she calls suddenly
 towards Sasha. "And certainly not if you wait on me?" She can try, can't
 she?

Geko certainly has not forgotten the food. After all, she's brought the
 height of the pile stacked on her plate down by a full inch. She hasn't
 found a place to sit yet, though. It's amazing how the seats around the
 circumference of the caverns fill up before there are even any dances.

Sasha grins and folds a napkin over one arm and swiftly picks up a plate of
 delicious meaty delicacys which she wafts under Pyrene's nose. "your wish
 is my command weyrwoman!"

Tilarekna arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Tilarekna closes Cloth-covered Basket.


Tilarekna (#17150)
No longer short in stature, Reka is by no means willowy at 5'5. Not as
 plump as she was as a youngster, the chubbiness that was once present has
 all but vanished, although her round face and cheeks still hint at the
 fading signs. A bright smile filled with warmth shines out from creamy-tan
 skin, and is framed by red-gold curls that fall in waves to just below her
 shoulders. Often captured in a neat braid, these locks were once always in
 total disaray, obscuring amber eyes light enough to be considered golden.
 Having finally learned how to capture and control the frizz, neatness is
 slowly becoming an active habit with her. Still as active, if not more so
 than most people both taller than her and twice her turns in age, her
 tanned skin is clean with a row of freckles scattered across her nose and
 cheekbones. Dirty paws and muddy clothing are a thing of the past for her,
 though she still has a love for her food. Mischief is another love, but it
 is now tempered by her growing knowledge and responsibility, and swiftly
 accumilating patience. She is growing up, and about time too!
Rich bright brown, with hints of gold biscuit and klah swirls coat the form
 fitting shirt, and tight leather trous. The long sleeves are edged in
 blackness, and fingers are covered in black gloves, whilst knee high black
 boots are worn on her feet. The upper half of her face is masked, amber
 eyes peering through carefully cut holes, whilst beside her nose across
 her cheeks, white lines are streaked across like mock whiskers. Two ears,
 made from black felt-like fabric, fitted on a hair band, have been
 positioned just so on her head, and her long hair has been otherwise left
 loose. A Tilar-feline, at your service!  Nestled in Tilarekna's hair like
 a crown is Kairo.  Curled snuggly about Tilarekna's neck is Jolinar.
An opal is suspended on a soft leather chain, glinting brightly like the
 colors of a dragon's eye.
A tangled knot of bright clean white sparkles in it's single loop , marking
 poor poor Reka as one of the candidates for 'Reaches next clutch. It is a
 knot that is currently wrapped about her throat as a choker, instead of
 being pinned to her shoulder!


The band of harpers at one end of the room launch into a rousing piece of
 folk music and toes can't help tapping.

Tyara strides with feminine grace in from the Central Bowl.

Caylea looks like she's ready to fall apart, litterally, at the drop of a
 button.  But her healing skills have come in more then handy.  As the folk
 music strikes up, the woman quickly looks around the room, spying for a
 dance partner.  Oooo, so many to choose from!  Pout.  Few few men, and one
 vtol, but no one she knows.  Pout!  Caycay piles a bit more food onto her
 plate and struts her stuff all the way over to the tables.  Seeeeee, even
 /Caylea/ can have a good time.  Too bad she's still a snake.

Hiliza beams and then starts to chirp, "Something cute.." before she
 catches herself, looks down at the paper, and then slowly says, "So to
 speak, something with pink ears, you know. And a tail, yes.. a tail,"
 Forgive her, as much as she obssesses over a certain person, she hasn't
 got everything perfect. So she lets slip, "And, Takovic, m'amm.. because
 aren't people animals... or something like that..." Then she clears her
 throat and fusses with the frames again.

Tilarekna giggles as she silently pads her way in, weaving in and out of
 folks as she carries a huuuuge covered basket over towards one of the
 tables... and which she promptly hides, with Bay as a guard. Eyes gleam
 behind her mask, and she meows cheerfully. Par-tay!

Erzulie exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Kurt exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.


Tyara (#17066)
Lithe grace marks every motion of this woman's tall frame, standing around
 5'10. Lush curves create an hourglass-shaped figure; not chubbiness,
 merely an extra pound or two in the right places. Fine, flaxen tresses
 curl slightly as they cascade down her back, piercing green eyes, always
 on alert, stand out in contrast to smooth skin, which is of an almost
 golden color, and utterly flawless. Her poise is confident, finely crafted
 features unmarred except for when gracefully arched brows are drawn
 together in a frown, or full lips spread in a rare smile. Motions are 
 efficient and fluid, there are no nervous gestures, no waste of energy.
 But her at first self-confident and proud appearance sometimes shatters
 for a moment and gives the impression of one who is vulnerable, despite of
 what she would like people to think.
A tight yellow dress wraps the luscious curves of her body, leaving little
 to the imagination. Of course, there's a reason. She's dressed up, y'see!
 Someone's been busy stitching odd shapes of darker yellow cloth, wrapped
 around wooden sticks, to the front, sides and back of the bodice - better
 not come too close! Running down the side of the skirt are smaller, even
 darker bundles of cloth, attached with small pins. All in all - she looks
 like a packtail! Yellow, tough, spiky and mean.
Black and blue twist on Tya's shoulder in a double corded, single looped 
 knot, which along with a long tail indicates her status as head nanny of
 High Reaches Weyr.

Pyrene muses. "Takovic? Isn't he that one... no wait... That's. Um. Guy
 with pen in his hand all the time?" Her eyes continue to rove over the
 party-goers. Frightening.

Lis ambles aimlessly in from the Central Bowl.


Lis (#13469)
Lis' oval-shaped face is filled out with a pleasant pudginess that 
 adolescence couldn't melt away, upturned nose sitting 'tween mud-puddle
 brown eyes. Half-spirals of brass unwind into soft waves just above her
 shoulders, trimmed for practical riding purposes but long enough to
 satisfy her vanity. Skin fades to a honey'd alabaster, pouring over her
 now-smooth face and any uncovered skin.
Feathers of bedazzling hues sprout from the lapels of her jacket, running
 in magenta stripes almost to the floor where the coat's hem ends in a
 sweep around her ankles. Boas of various colors - rich royal blue, fresh
 spring green and crisp lemon yellow - hang from her shoulders and drape
 around her neck to complete her plumage. Capping her head is a fine gather
 cap, the billowing tail feathers poking up from her head to waggle with
 the slightest movement, making her look more ridiculous than proud.  Donis
 hangs comfortably in a carrying sack against her chest.  Perched on Lis's
 shoulder is Kinky.
Midnight's black coils in a single loop around the blue of twightlight,
 flashes of celestial silver seen through night's colors - looped thrice,
 and be-tassled twice. Soaring through an evening sky is a garish green
 ribbon matching Alymath's hide, and sitting just beneath it a wave
 -decorated badge, marking Lis a Tsunami Wingsecond for High Reaches Weyr.

Zai walks in from the Central Bowl.

The floor in the living caverns has been cleared, and in one corner, near
 the hearth there is a small table laid out with cups and a variety of
 delicious beverages. A group of harpers are at one end of the cavern,
 tuning up their instruments, and nodding occasionally as people they
 recognise enter the room. One girl lovingly draws an experimental bow
 across her fiddle, listening hard to the tone of the note and then
 adjusting the toggles at it's neck to perfect the pitch. Another harper
 sets up his collection of drums, while a piper and a gitarist exchange
 quiet words with Fennara, about the set that they are about to play. 

Hiliza nods-jerkily, to boot. "Yes, so to speak, he's the one," Hiliza is
 trying oh so hard not to burst out in a fit of giggles, so she looks down
 at her hands and fidgets a little bit. Eyes scan over the pathetic
 sentance, "Firelizards are nice and they shine like stars sometimes," on
 the paper. Well at least she's writing...

Geko sidles up to Pyrene, finds a way to intrude on the conversation, and
 with a wave to Hiliza with her non-food laden hand, saysm "Yeah, Takovic,
 that guy. He's cute. Um, Pyrene? Think you can use your majestic personage
 and make some Candies get me a seat. Preferably a bouncer-type, so he can
 keep my seat while I get more food. So you're safe, Hiliza." The
 brownrider eyes the Candie, not the buff type, then nods in the
 affirmative.


Zai (#16905)
Short, sienna colored curls are chopped short, held back from Zai's face
 with an ever-changing assortment of hair clips. Misbehaving tendrils
 escape from their ties, to hang in her face, or stick out wildly.  Her
 skin is tanned a deep golden color, from hours spent outside, and freckles
 liberaly dot her pert nose, and sweep across her high cheekbones.  Long
 and dark lashes surround her sapphire eyes, so pale they edge on an icy
 -white hue at times.  Small and lithe describes Zai, although by no means
 petite. Arms and legs are short, but muscular, ending with small hands in
 feet and long, deft fingers.  Despite her turns, Zai's subtle curves
 remain mostly hidden under the muscle of her upper body.    
Pale sky blue sheens the soft, supple leathers as they glide over Zai's
 lithe form, hugging at just the right places. Dolphins, embroidered
 delicately in silver stiching dance about the collar and cuffs of her
 leather jacket which loosely covers her tunic, while more trail down her
 legs in a thin sapphire piping. Mid calf high, her dark boots fit snugly,
 and appear warm. Holding back her hair is a blue seashell clip, mostly
 managing her sienna curls.
A thin chain is about her neck, and on it is a silver, heart shaped locket.  
 Nestled into the hair behind Zai's neck is Pyre.
A single looped twist of obsidian and cobalt twists together with an added
 dash of silver, and a single strand of brown -- the color of Zai's
 Puizuth. Added to the mix of colors, a virulent crest of water decorates
 her wing badge. All combined, it marks her as a Tsunami Wingrider at High
 Reaches Weyr.
She is wearing a silver chain bracelet with the Apprentice charms.

M'rin shuffles quietly in from the Central Bowl.


M'rin (#10892)
An aire of perfect innocence, of inexperience, radiates from this young
 man. Though the title 'young man' hardly fits him, because he looks as
 though he has no more than thirteen turns. M'rin suffered no growth spurt,
 growing to a meagre five feet, five inches; much shorter than most men.
 Just to add to this small form, M'rin is thin, eerily thin, like he
 doesn't eat nearly enough, having nearly no fat, nor muscle to cover him
 over. One would think that with this small stature would come a hot temper
 and a bold face, but this young man is the complete opposite, his
 shoulders curled a little, head hanging a tad, with a certain aura of wild
 animal shyness flickering about him. His facial features are nothing
 spectacular, although he is a rather decent looking lad. A friz of
 feathery cut strawberry blond hair graces the majority of his ovalish 
 face. A short straight nose sits between two widely set, long lashed sky
 blue eyes, all above a rather small, nondescript mouth. 
Neat and proper, M'rin's royal purple riding leathers are spotless and
 clean. Cut simply, as M'rin never was one to do anything extravigantly,
 the leather tunic falls mid-thigh, slit to his waist on either side to
 ensure complete leg movement. Bronze buttons do up the front, but not so
 as one can't catch a glimpse of the sparkling white shirt he bears
 beneath, and light, probably silk or some other exceptionally thin
 material. His leggings are the same perfect, royal shade of purple, the
 shade almost looking out of place on this slip of a lad. The leggings
 dissapear quickly into a pair of wherry-down lined boots, tinted a shade
 darker than the rest of his outfit and lacing up tightly with bronze
 thread woven purple laces. More faintly glittering threads of bronze weave
 through the hem of his tunic, collar and sleeves, even through the belt
 that keeps his tunic in tight folds.   Perched on M'rin's shoulder is Lys. 
 Perched on M'rin's shoulder is Cob.  Perched on M'rin's shoulder is Tat. 
 Perched on M'rin's shoulder is Obe.  Perched on M'rin's shoulder is Puk.  
He is awake and looks alert.


Tyara strides in, her arms held awkwardly as she can't have them relaxed
 against her sides. Sharding spikes! And why did she ever let that shardin'
 brat talk her into..... glower. "Pyrene, Geko, Lis," is greeted cooly as
 the nanny passes each, on her way towards - mwaha - her victim. "M'rin!"
 Watch the spikes... 

Lis skips in fashionably late, her feathers bouncing with her movements -
 especially the ones atop her head, doingling merrily with each step. "Ooh,
 I'm not too late, am I?" flutters the greenrider quite litterally, the
 mass of boas around her arms flapping all too wing-like.

Pyrene looks suitably majestic. "Somebody get Geko a seat!" she calls
 regally, while keeping half an eye on the harpers. M'rin, Lis and Tyara
 get a wave. It's like a reunion of sorts. All they need now is D'renn's
 underwear.

Sasha waves at the new arrivals and sets down the plate of goodies that she
 has been passing around. Looking over to the harpers she gives Fenn a
 nod."I think we have most people....do you want to start?"

Caylea wants a partner.  And it's just as simple as that.  But, the problem
 is, she's not about to go grabbing after someone and swinging away with
 them!  So, how does one acheive in light of this dilema?  The
 healer/Snake/Candi shakes her head and reaches down for a bite of her
 food, chomping it down before glancing around.   Pout.  Where's a man when
 ya need one?

Zai pads into the caverns, wrinkling her nose slightly as she does so.
 Fingerwaggle is offered to the room as a whole, as the brownrider wanders
 about looking for food. "'Lo everyone," she offers cheerfully as nose
 wrinkles again. This face paint stuff itches.

Fennara holds a hide in one hand which she glances at for an instant before
 she begins to speak. "Um, Ok, Can I have everyone's attention please?"
 Waiting patiently for people to stop talking, she continues, as the room
 becomes quiet. "Hello! For anyone who doesn't know me, Hi I'm Fennara, and
 today we are going to do a  dance made up of set figures and ways of
 moving, usually with a leader calling out instructions, as the dance
 progresses."

Tilarekna peers from behind the table, little black ears atop her head
 bobbing slightly as she slinks along. Amber eyes gleam in welcome as
 Korsair, herder sr. apprentice and fellow candie pads in, canine costume
 clearly worked on by a hand who knows the beasties. He winks, before 
 nodding politely as he slips in amongst the crowd gathering. Reka now
 waves to her fellow candies once more, before examining the cloths...
 yup.. all's well here.

M'rin looks bewildered. What? What's this? What dance? Why are all these
 people here? He just wants a glass of water, honest...Ack! It's a Tyara!
 "Tyara! Wh-what're all these people doing? I sh-should probably leave..."
 Aye, maybe he should. Auryn sits nestled, wrapped in M'rin's little arms.
 Fortunately she's a small child, and doesn't take much effort to carry.

Siannen fiddles slightly, shaking her head so her hair tumbles down just a
 bit more....Crenash gets a glower as her younger, yet now that much taller
 brother grabs her hand and hauls her before Pyrene, then grins.  "We can
 do that for ya, ma'am."  Wait.  Crenash, being cordial?  Now, isn't that a
 switch.  But the pair do manage to find the brownrider a seat, Cren just
 looking intimidatingly at a few of their former nursery-mates.  Siannen's
 got shotgun, as the few certainly know that scary things come in small
 packages.  And it's Sian that calls out, "Over here, Geko!"

Gheran saunters quietly in from the Central Bowl.


Gheran (#20042)
Gheran isn't all that remarkable by way of height. Of average height he
 stands, possibly veering towards the tall side but it's hard to tell.
 Anything by way of muscles is hard to figure out as he generally keeps
 himself /completely/ covered. Still, his hands are large and far from
 boney, so maybe he's just modest? Not to mention his shoulders could
 almost be called 'broad'. His face remains a gentle one with no chisled
 features to speak of, nor harsh angles. His jaw bone is more curved than
 it is angular and marked with the slightest black line of a beard. Chin,
 too, is rounded with a dimple in the middle half hidden by the well
 trimmed goatee he sports. Eyes are a warm wooden brown and not
 overshadowed by either bushy eyebrows or a prominent forehead. His dark
 olive skin matches perfectly with his neatly cut -- if generally messy and
 out of place -- black hair. 
Far from intricate, this young gentleman seems to veer towards the simpler
 side of things. A neat, if simply styled, earthy green tunic of some tough
 material enfolds his torso, ending about midthigh. The the rather rough
 material ends, a pair of dark brown leggings can be seen, tight, but not
 so much as to cause any sort of discomfort. Boots, matter, definately not
 the shiney type, stretch up his shins to almost touch the bottom of his
 knee with no form of laces or ties to be seen anywhere.    Perched on
 Gheran's shoulder is Tya.

Fenn continues...."So what we need first of all is for everyone to get
 themselves into pairs, and let me know who you are working with. Usually
 at a Ceilidh the couples are boy/girl but it doesn't really matter - as
 long as you have a partner, it doesn't matter what gender they are."

Pyrene, having been majestic to good effect, decides that she's not going
 to let Geko have the pleasure of that seat. "Geko-love... You're probably
 the buffest person here. Will you partner me?" Quick, before B'art shows
 up.

Tyara sends M'rin a half-smile, arching an eyebrow as she spots her
 daughter. Oh. There she is. "Why should you leave?" comes the sharp
 question, nanny making a snort of exasperation. "You're going to partner
 me." And that's an order. "You there! Take Auryn - and do be careful," is
 instructed towards one of her assistant. And then waiting eyes are turned
 towards the bronzerider. Watch the spikes. 

Why not D'renn in his underwear? Guaranteed to be exciting. Lis floats over
 to Tyara, peering up down and around the nanny's constume with a happy
 clap of her wingtips - hands - whatevers. "Are you some kind of /fish/,
 Tyara?" burbles the greenrider happily, peering around for still more
 costumes and giving her clutchmates - oh, yeah, and Pyrene - each jaunty
 waves.

Sasha's eyes dart around the room...hoping that there is an even
 number...if not she'll offer to sit out....

Geko looks a little mournful at the lack of a seat, but her food's
 meanwhile been inhaled and she's going to be good for the economy and keep
 the drudges employed, so she gives her seat a purpose and leaves the plate
 there. "I'd be delighted to, Py."

"Yes," Tyara answers Lis, sending the greenrider a haughty glance. "And
 look at you - are you some kind of fat, little avian?" Touche, evil
 'rider. And D'renn in his underwear is just plain scary - what animal'd
 that be? A watchwher? 

Zai is partnerless, and hungry besides. So she'll just make her way to that
 plate of meatrolls over there. "Ick. Dancing," she mutters goodnaturedly
 as fingers pick out a few 'rolls to be tossed onto her plate.

Tilarekna swings her tail, and pads across towards some of her fellow
 candies, before taking a seat, glace of juice in one paw--er, hand. "Man,
 isn't this great? So many people?" A finger taps her shoulder and she
 blinks in surprise, before beaming at Korsair-puppy. "Care to dance?" he
 winks cheerfully, and the canine costumed herder drags the weyrgirl to the
 dance floor before he can deny him this turn. "But I can't daaaance.." she
 complains, not too hard one might note.

M'rin doesn't seem to want to let go of the frail little girl, but allows
 the child to be taken from him. After all, Tyara is Master. Obey Tyara.
 "Oh...O-okay, if you s-say so..." Wait. Does this involve dancing? "I'm n
 -no good at d-dancing," the little weyrleader admits sheepishly, little
 fingers playing with the wellworn edge of his purple leathers. Must get
 some new leathers soon...

The housekeeper arrives to cart Pia off to bed.

Siannen snickers at her former nanny-turned goldrider, then blanches and
 searches the room.  No Rauve.  No Oren.  No Kare.  But is seems that
 brother of hers has other plans, as the diminuative redhead is dragged out
 to the 'floor' behind her brown-haired brother.  "But Creeeen, you're
 taller than I am, no--"  "Oh, shush, Sian.  Everyone's taller than you
 are!  Now, you're gonna dance with me, okay?"  Crenash peers down at his
 sister, desperation apparent in his gaze.  Don't make him dance with one
 of -theeem-...

Erzulie glides in from the Central Bowl.

Caylea will just...set this one out.  She's good /food/ after all, that
 needs tending.  And no one's crazy enough to dance with a snake!  However,
 she does pay respectful attention to the harper -or so it seems.  Her
 mind's in a hold far far away, but not to long ago.  She's burried beneath
 her moltin patches and she'll just..gobble meatrolls.  And green cookies. 
 Mmm.

Sasha bounces around....."What about me? Doesn't anyone want to dance with
 me?"

Pyrene grins and bounces lightly next to Geko waiting for the start. "What
 do we do?" she chants, preening somewhat. She got the buffest partner.
 Nyah.

Tilarekna beams at Sasha, and drags Korsair towards Sasha, "Here! Partner
 her!" she beams, before slipping free and hiding behind the band. HAH!

Hey! Korsair blinks as the Tilar-feline vanishes, leaving him behind
 with... Sasha. *Shrug* Ah well, Reka's loss. "Care to dance?" the Herder
 winks, extending a hand to her. 

"Oh who cares," Tyara the Master to be Obeyed snorts, nearly grabbing M'rin
 by the collar in order to haul him to the dnacefloor. "And I'm sure
 Auryn'll be save - if they can handle all those bratty children of Lis',
 they're bound to be able to handle ours." They? The nannies? Right. "We're
 in!" the nanny calls towards the harper, dragging her unfortunatel partner
 onto the floor. Watch the spikes. 

Sasha looks a little embarrassed at Reka's sudden action "Yeah...sure!" she
 stammers!

Lis waddles over to Caylea, tapping her on the shoulder with one feather
 -draped hand. "Hey you. Candidate. D'ya want to dance with me?" Peering at
 the candidate in question, the greenrider looks no less than earnest,
 bouncing on her toes which sets her feathers to jiggling.

Geko aligns herself across from Pyrene, a men rubbing elbows with her on
 either end in a line that though designated for the men, is scattered
 through with ladies. "I ought to know how to dance this..."

Fennara  runs a hand through her hair, which hangs loosely over one
 shoulder. "Ok. We are going to do an easy dance - but one that can be a
 lot of fun, and is good for getting to know people. It's called the Grand
 Circle Dance. I'll take you through the basic moves and then we'll have a
 go! 

Tilarekna giggles as she takes shelter by a table, by IT no less. Hmm,
 maybe this ugly thing will shield her from folks who wish to dance..?
 Korsair just grins beneath his doggy mask at Sasha, and leads her out onto
 the dance floor, glancing back and nodding at the Harper as she speaks.

Jiggling feathers:  "Okay...sure.."  Announces Caylea as she begrudgingly
 pulls herself up from her table and glances around.  How was everyone else
 dancing?  Even better question:  How /could/ they in those suits! Eying
 Lis wearily -though how could you tell beneath that hood and stuff?-
 CaySnake gives a muffled nod.  "You lead?" 

Pyrene beams at her partner. "Oh good. You can show me what to do."
 WArning... Pyrene on the dance floor is a frightening concept. She perks
 up, listening to Fennara and muttering to her neighbours: "Haven't we seen
 that harper somewhere before?"

Gheran appears, and is immediately attacked by some very peculiarly dressed
 people. Gah! What are they /doing/ to him?...When he does immerge from the
 swarm (still alive and whole), he is in a nondescript bird costume which
 /definately/ isn't his. Frown. Quite puzzled frown. Ah well. Just klah,
 meatroll and out. That's what he's about for...

Sasha smiles happily at Korsair and follows his lead.

M'rin is watching the spikes. In fact, he's keeping a good arms length
 (when he is able) away from Tyara to avoid being poked in the eye.
 'Specially since some of those spikes are right at his eyelevel. "O
-okay...Why're you d-dressed like that?" Poor, poor oblivious M'rinnie.
 Maybe he should pay attention more to what the Candidates are up to...

Lis takes Caylea's hand, swathing it in the excess of one boa as it spills
 down her arm. "C'mon!" she chirps, half-dragging the candidate out onto
 the floor and maneuvering close to - if not next to - Pyrene, her favorite
 goldrider. "H'lo Pyrene, Geko!" warbles she, wiggling a boa'd arm at the
 pair.

Mayir arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

"Because we're supposed to dress like an animal," Tyara explains, turning
 her head to glance at M'rin. "And besides, it kept the brats busy for a
 few hours, sewing them all on." Though beware: they'll probably fall off
 during the dance and poke some onlucky person in the leg - or worse... 
 "Stand in line," the nanny orders, pushing the bronzerider next to Caylea
 and Geko, situating herself next to Lis and Pyrene. "Hello, Pyrene, Lis.
 Fun, isn't it?" Watch the spikes. 

Korsair lines himself and Sasha by Snake-Caylea and that Mad Green Rider
 (tm) - well, you HAVE to be to be dressed as an Avian, neh? - before
 winking at his partner. "You ready?" her grins, before adding a playful
 woof to his words.  

Oh dear. Mayir didn't dress up. Even if he has been called an animal by
 some. But he's still here, sneaking. Sneaking! Hiding. Ignore him. He's
 here for the party, even if he isn't /dressed/, per se..

Fennara *thinks unless the guys want to go together we have to reorganise a
 little?

Pyrene edges slightly away from Tya. Oh, great. She makes a mis-step and
 pokes her eye out. Such is the most likely scenario. "Geko? can you pin
 your tail up or something so that I don't trip over it?" she hisses in a
 low voice. Lis is nearby as well after all.

Wait:  What -brats-?  The candidates had spent many hours on these suits
 and they weren't....wait.  She'd better not be calling -Cay- a brat.  But
 Cay doesn't hear this, instead she thanks Faranth that Lis had grabbed her
 left hand instead of her right, and jogs to keep up with the excited
 greenrider.  It's not easy moving in a fallapart costume!  She isn't
 paying much attention the the harper's directions.  Eep!

Crenash bounces happily as he isn't rejected, though Siannen's expressive
 eyeroll tells a vaguely different story.  "I dance with you, and you have
 to promise to take a bath at least twice a week, Cren..." At that the boy
 stops bouncing, wilting visibly.  "Uhm...uhm.  Maybe this whole dancing
 thing is a bad idea..."  And with that, Cren's out of the picture, leaving
 Siannen standing there and grinning.  Until she squeaks and scoots after
 him as well, unwilling to get caught up herself....

Aye, aye, Sir...Ma'am...Whatever. "Oh...uh....I guess I'm k-kinda out of
 place here..." M'rin stammers, eying the strangely dressed collection of
 people, candies, residents and riders. And he never got his water,
 either...Maybe he shouldn't bother coming down here anymore.
 Maybe...maybe...maybe not. "I w-warn you," again ", I c-can't dance..."
 And how is he supposed to hold on to Tya with all those spikes?

Pia arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Nibbling on her first meatroll as she walks, Zai wanders to a chair and
 flops down into it. Costumes are apraised as the wearers walk past her,
 along with unwanted comments. "Ugh...do you have /any/ sense of style,"
 for example is noted to a passing bluerider. Zai rather likes her simple
 wiskers. Easy and too the point. Even if they do itch.

Ripper blinks in from ::between::!

Geko grins at Lis, Caylea, and now Tyara and M'rin. "But I /like/ how it
 swishes." She swings her hips make the tail move violently into action.
 But she tucks the tip of the bushy length securely under her belt, "Is
 that satisfactory?"

Pia, who has been here the whole time, of course, just watches, green eyes
 crinkled in distaste.

Fennara walks slowly into the centre of the dance floor. "Can you make a
 big circle - You need to have your partner next to you with the gentleman
 on the left please. Everybody hold hands.

Rauve arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Tilarekna smiles, although the wave to Pia isn't too friendly. AFter all,
 Pia is a Not-Friend. So.. Sipping her fruit juice, and reaching for a meat
 roll, the feline-rekna watches all. Yes, this is DEFINATELY fun. To watch.
 Coz Reka can't dance. At all. Nope.

Lis narrows her eyes breifly in thought and spots a few unpartnered male
 types. (She's got radar, you know.) Depriving Pyrene of her prestigious
 company, the greenrider again drags her partner off toward Gheran,
 offering her up to the man. "Here, Cay. He looks like a good dancer," she
 decrees authoratively before trailing May for herself. "May, /May/!" she
 hisses, "they're starting the dance!"

Well M'rin'd better hold on to her, or else.... Tyara sends him a nice
 smile, flicking off a discarded spike-to-be. "Oh shut up, M'rin. Dance, or
 leave." There. And since she's grabbing his hand, he can't very well
 leave. The other hand is extented to whoever's standing to her right -
 Mayir, maybe, since Lis is just ordering him over? Hmm. 

Geko bows to Pyrene, "Your gentleman, right here. May I have this dance?"
 She profers a hand to Pyrene, not really checking whether or not she's on
 the left. She's Geko, and a Geko of very little brains at that. Who needs
 left and right?

Pyrene deftly situates herself so that Geko is between her and Tyara's
 spikes. Hah. "Holding hands, yes..." she calls, snagging Geko's in hers
 and her free hand stretching out for whoever'll take it.

Gheran idly saunters towards the klah table, ignoring the awkward wings
 attatched to his arms...speaking of which, where did his /own/ shirt
 go?...Hopefully he's wearing it under all this black...Soft brown eyes
 flicker up. Dance. Huh. But.../klah/. That's what he's after at the
 mokment...

Geko wriggles. "I don't think that I'm on the left, Py... Or are you going
 to lead?" She doesn't mind; her back's turned to Tyara's spikes...

Korsair follows the Harper's directions, giving his Partner a wink, before
 nodding to those either side of them.. uh.. who ARE these folks beside
 them now? Everyone keeps changing partners on him!

Sasha giggles at Korsair as they join the circle. He's on her left as
 instructed and she holds the person on her rights hand and woners what is
 going to happen next.

M'rin just hangs on. By the Egg, he hopes he'll survive through this, but
 if it makes Tya happy...Well, he'll try and avoid stepping on people's
 toes (not that they'd notice, considering how light he is already). "Ooo!
 C-careful, Tat!" To the gold sitting upon his shoulder as she begins to
 investigate the nearest Tya-spike. 

Caylea eeks as she's thrust towards the man, the stranger, the non-dressed
 up on (which makes her feel more then silly in her snake-suit) 
 "Um..But...I..."  Her voice is soon drowned out by the noise all around
 her and she stares lost at Gheran.  Tis a good thing she's burried by her
 costume, or someone might actually -see- that blush.  "Dance?"  She asks
 plaintively towards Gheran.  

Pyrene glances warily to Tyara and sighs. "Er... I'll lead. There." Pyrene
 can do manly. Pyrene can do buff. Most importantly, Pyrene can do
 unpierced.

Sugar comes in from ::between::, swooping around in small circles.

Fennara watches to see if everyone is ready. "Right. The first figure is
 dead easy. Holding hands, everybody takes four steps, either walking or
 skipping....whichever you prefer, into the centre of the circle, and four
 steps out again. And then repeat that.

Scampering as discreetly as possible, orchid eyes narrowing as he sidle
-scooches along one wall. Rauve's not -quite- cutting the mysterious
 figure/wallflower/male rodent as he's hoping. Swat. Shardin' tail.

But what-ho! Mayir has dressed for the occassion. A rather buggy Mayir, but
 a buggy none the less. And he goes over towards Lis, giggling at her,
 squeezing her hand and imparting upon her: "You look simply..flighty
 tonight." Little bit of a pun there. "Oh. So they are dancing. But..but.
 Who can I dance with?"

Gheran blinks a few times through the (rather crooked) bird mask that was
 place on his head when he came in. Blink. Brown eyes focus on Caylea and a
 little smile lights his face, making the mask shift. "Certainly," he
 replies, hastily donned bird wings flaring briefly as he extends a hand to
 Caylea.

Sasha follows the instructions, that Fenn has given....counting as she
 goes..."four steps in ...and four steps out!" she smiles at Korsair who
 has no choice but to come with her.

Tyara can still stab Geko in the back though - cackle. "Hmm?" The nanny
 turns to hear what her partner says, making one spike com edangerously
 close to the gold lizard inspecting it. Tsk. "M'rin, control that creature
 of yours." And yes, she does mean the lizard. Oh, step in, step out..
 "M'rin, keep up!" nanny hisses, pulling the 'rider behind her. Right.
 Watch the spikes.

Pyrene will skip of course, getting dragged in by a partner on her right,
 and pulling Geko with her. "Four in, four out... this isn't too bad, is it
 Geko?" Even if she /is/ already proving why she didn't want to dance next
 to Tyara.

"Me!" Lis blurts out to the steward as she clasps him in her talons -
 fingers - and drags him next to the M'rin/Tyara pair, finding one of the
 nanny's hands with her own as she dodges spikes. Thoroughly involved in
 the dance, she looks a prim as anyone with her outfit on has a right to
 be, stepping lightly and following the directions. And /she/ doesn't have
 parts to poke her partner.

Four steps in (stomp stomp stomp stomp) and four out again - skipping isn't
 manly you know, so they're walked, with a shortened herder gait. A chuckle
 escapes his lips and Korsair bows his head at his partner. This certainly
 seems easy...

Caylea extends her left hand, her right donning a freshly made 'caste' of
 cloth to protect her wounded palm.  Grab hands?  Be gentle!  Her touch is
 light and almost clammy, though she tries to remain 'casual'.  "Great!" 
 She states before absentmindedly offering her name.  "Oh, I'm Cay, by the
 way."  Yes, just throw that one in there.

M'rin follows as best he can, managing not to stumble over his feet or
 anyone else's. The little weyrleader gets a plaintive helpless look on his
 face as he sets his little legs to go as fast as everyone else's, while
 ordering his 'lizards in (which they do, quickly and promptly, pressing
 their little bodies into every nook and cranny available...neck, openings
 in his clothing...).


Mayir (#10964)
Sapphire eyes of blue this male has. Eyes that constantly scan and peruse
 the area on the lookout for nothing in particular it seems. Continuing on
 down his face a rather hawk-like nose juts out. His face still has a
 boyish quality to it though it is obviously clear that he is maturing,
 slowly. His frame is thin with youth, and yet there is a strength and
 breadth in his shoulders, that is slowly developing. Gangly arms and ever
 lengthening legs show the growth spurt that seems to be striking this
 young teen. His dark hair hangs a bit shaggy and is a bit unkept. He wears
 earthen brown trousers, a softer tan tunic, and a pair of wherhide boots.
Brown fabric makes a neat carapace along the steward's back, going from
 shoulders to thighs in an inverted tear-drop shape. Held taught by frames,
 it's tied on solidly to his front, a tunic stitched into stuffing-filled
 'plates' that complete the insectoid armor. The crowning achievement,
 however, is the headpiece which sports proper antenae, possibly fashioned
 out of riding crops with ends that wiggle and dangle to and fro.
In addition to wearing the knot of the weyr: a black and blue braided
 number that also denotes him as the Steward of the weyr, he wears a 
 hand-crafted brown badge in the shape of a pair of wings, that has the
 letters SAH on them. Hmph. Funny.

"Four steps in, four steps out. Easy," Geko scoffs, performing the steps
 with ease, though beginning to find out why Pyrene switched places with
 her. Close proximity with Tyara isn't exactly comfortable.

Fennara  watches the proceedings with wry amusement. "Second figure. All
 the ladies either skipping or stepping take three steps and a jump into
 the centre of the circle, and on the jump you can clap. Then four steps
 back out of the circle to your place. Fenn demonstrates by taking a place
 in the circle and executing the moves. "So it's 1, 2, 3, Jump/clap 5, 6,
 7, 8 back out again."

Pyrene peeks at Geko and whispers: "Am I the man now? I forgot...."

With a soft sigh, Pia drifts off to sleep.

Zai goes home.

Tilarekna snickers at the dance step the 'ladies' must do - thank goodness
 she pulled out when she did! felines are SUPPOSED to be agile. And
 Tilarekna is not. Whoops. ^^; Korsair simply grins crookedly as he watches
 his partner try out the second set of dance steps.

Tyara keeps one eye on Fennara and the other on M'rin - not caring much
 about anyone else at the moment. Her spikes have a life of their own, it
 seems, bobbing and poking in all directions. Geko and Lis are both very
 much in danger - not to mention M'rin. "Clap, right," nanny mumbles,
 letting go of M'rin's hand so she can leave him while taking three steps
 forward and /jumping/ into the circle. Whee! There goes a spike, flying
 into the air. Watch it.

"Gheran," Gheran replies to Caylea's offer of a name, broad hand closing
 gently over the Candidate's. Gentle but firm, just enough pressure to
 offer some resistance while dancing. Can't be a wet noodle, now, can we?
 "What's going on, anyway?" Is absently put in, nearing the dance floor. "I
 hadn't heard about anything like this..."

Mayir is grabbed! Is dragged! Is /dancing/! Lucky him. But, the chief
 accoutant and bookkeeper of the weyr isn't complete inept, Mr. Buggy Mayir
 walks with his partner, carefuly avoiding spikes and heels and whatever
 else might be in the general vicinity of his boots. He's dancing
 defensively. 

Sasha skips into the circle trying not to bump into anybody she might meet
 in the middle! Jumoping and clapping she skips out again. Wheeee this is
 fun!

Geko watches for a second and forgets entirely that she's the lady now
 until Pyrene whispers to her, "Dunno. I'll just start..." One, two, three,
 she wrenches her hand out of Pyrene's and her other partner to clap, and
 promptly returns them, five six seven eight. She cringes at other people
 perfomring the steps. Just don't hit her...

M'rin hastily ducks the flying spike, not daring to look back to see if it
 hit anyone. He's gotta keep an eye for other flying spikes. This place is
 deadly! /Deadly/, I tell you...But besides the fact that his life may be
 in danger, M'rin seems to be starting to enjoy himself. Whee! 

Fennara  watches the girls walk through the movements. "Now, I hope you
 blokes were paying close attention because now it's your turn. Same thing
 as the girls....1, 2, 3 steps in and jump with a clap, then 5, 6, 7, 8
 back to the edge of the circle." Fenn's face exhibits a wicked grin. "And
 I want you to remember this move because /later/ I'm going to tell you to
 add something that makes this dance get much more interesting! Try it
 now..just to practise."

Lis' feathers seem to be taking full advantage of the prim stepping and
 jumping, bouncing and flowing with her movements - though her jump is more
 of a pitiful hop-shuffle thanks to the sprog to be. No matter; she takes
 it gracefully and keeps her head high, until she's hit by the errant
 spike, scowling fiercely at Tyara as it bounces off her shoulder to the
 floor. "Nice costume, Tyara - it's as sharp as your tounge," mutters she
 as one foot discreetly kicks the downed spike elsewhere.

Of course he can't be the wet noodle, because Cay's already taken that
 part!  Besides, she's far better at slow dances, as'll be proven when she
 has the chance.  Finally, when the instructions are given, she begins to
 ackwardly shuffle to 'her part', ackward for the buldgy costume around
 her.  She laughs out loud as she shakes her head.  "Just a little  
 dance..thingy.. with costumes!"  She notices the wings and all finally 
 -must have been a brainfart earlier- and grins.  "Nice suit."  Which comes
 out something like nice soooUT as she's jarred by her jump and clap.

Pyrene takes a quick look around the circle. "OK... You did the last one,
 so it's me now, right?" she checks with Geko even as she looses her
 partner and skips forward. 1 2 4 -no 3- damn, clap 7 8, back. Close
 enough, right? She's not been spiked yet, so she can't be doing too badly.

Tyara luckily doesn't hear LIs' comment - althought she might have retorted
 that the spike certainly is sharper than the greenrider's mind. Keeping an
 eye on M'rin to see if he's doing the right steps - can't let them out of
 the leash for too long, y'know - the nanny awaits her next instructions
 from the harper.

Rauve blinks, padding around the throng of dancing candidates, paws tucked
 into his pockets as he hunkers down into a seat. A small battle is wagered
 with his tail, finally bending it over his shoulder as he attempts to pick
 out costumed 'riders, ressies, and candidates.

Korsair makes a mock-face of despair, but her tries the move out anyway,
 step, step, step, step, jump&clap!, step out, out, out, out!

Gheran chuckles faintly as he follows the other men and 'men' in his part.
 He's not a spectacular dancer, but he isn't horrible either. Fortunately.
 "It isn't mine," as he continues through his part. "In fact, I don't know
 who's it is. I was...*ahem* 'attacked' on my way in here..."

Fennara nods appreciatively. "That was good. Well done. Now the third
 figure. You are going to swing your partner. This involves using your
 first hold - there are two in this dance - the first one is the Swing
 hold. Gents hold out your hands to your partners, but cross them over so
 your right hand holds hers, and your left holds her left hand, making a
 cross between you. Now comes the fun. Pivoting on your right feet, you
 lean back and swing round and round really fast. Have a go at it!"

P'rru marches with clipped steps in from the Central Bowl.

You notice P'rru looking at you.

P'rru (#20871)
An age has seemed to sweep his face, those lines of scaring and ruggedness
 so attractive in his youth now just signal the passage of time. Inherent
 wiley strength is noticeable in the stringy'ed muscles of his arms and
 legs, broad back and vaulted chest. His 6ft height is reduced in
 obviousness by his unconscious slouching, shoulders rolled forward
 combined with a loping step. His features, chiseled from a rock now
 weathering away include a narrow nose that drives from between spikey
 eyebrows and hazel eyes, almost out of place in their brightness perhaps a
 window to his usual guarded self. Cheeks are sallow, his complexion pale,
 suprisingly plump lips drawn into a determined line. Light brown hair is
 efficiently cut short to fit under a riding cap, peppered with greying
 flecks- a testament to time.
Practical, sensible leathers ensconce his form. Stained a deep, rich
 mahogany, the classic cut of the trousers and jacket make him seem at
 least a little elegant. If not just fastidiously neat. Coupled with a
 well-worn riding jacket, scuffed at the elbows and collar, P'rru dresses
 for practicality if nothing else.  Diesel gracelessly hangs, one claw
 gripping onto a shirtsleeve while the other is knotted in P'rru's hair. 
 Impudently residing on P'rru's shoulder is a spunky little green
 MoniqueBean.
A double cord of ebon black and navy blue twist into a single loop with a
 long tail. The wingrider's knot sits easily on P'rru's shoulder, an even
 ribbon of chesnut brown winding through it to represent his lifemate.


Mayir scuffles and shuffles through his own part, and Lis gets a bump in
 the process, perhaps a left and a right got confused there. Was there a
 left and a right in that dance? There is now? But he is at least able to
 the the 'clap' in something close to time, but now he gets to...to. Swing,
 Lis? But he reaches out and crosses hand over hand, and begins to swing
 her. Heeeere we go! God save their souls.

Hannah walks with youthful grace in from the Central Bowl.

Korsair grins, and with a nod to Sasha, snags her hands (holding HIS as
 dirested), and eyeing where the other folks are, swings her about just as
 the Harper ordered. Wheee! Oo! Watch out for flying peoples!

Geko looks at Pyrene dubiously. "I want to swing you," she announces. That
 way she won't get thrown into Tyara -completely on accident, she's sure,
 but it would hurt nonetheless.

M'rin almost whimpers. /Almost/. He's got to reach through all those
 spikes. Still, he hasn't been killed yet, so who says he's going to be?
 Hands extend towards Tyara, carefully avoiding spikes (though managing to
 get one in the knuckle dispite his efforts). "Those w-won't fall out if
 you swing...w-will they?"

Sasha crosses her hands and offers them to Korsair...."this could be really
 fun!!! Watch out for my tail!"

P'rru ducks inside, and as soon as he does, his jaw promptly falls open.
 Ahem. Each and everyone of them is stared at in turn, an amused grin
 curling his lips. He's out of place, and not in costume either. Folding
 arms across his chest he navigates the circumfrence of the room towards
 the hearth table, to back into a corner and sip klah undetected. He knew
 it. High Reachers are strange.

Korsair grins, and with a nod to Sasha, snags her hands (holding HIS as
 dirested), and eyeing where the other folks are, swings her about just as
 the Harper ordered. Wheee! Oo! Watch out for flying peoples! And mind that
 tail! He dodges it with a grin, and a wink to his partner, and roooound
 they go!

"I don't know," Tyara replies casually. If the brats haven't done their job
 properly, she'll scold them later. Extending her hands to her partner, the
 nanny smiles sweetly. "Won't know until we try, do we now?" And without
 noticing all those people doing their best to stay away from her, she gets
 ready to be swinged. 

Pyrene's jaw drops slightly and she raises her eyebrows at Fennara. Yer
 /what/?? Nervously, she thrusts her hands towards Geko. Pause. Then she
 crosses them over. "What was that about right feet? I've only got the one,
 surely?" she hisses at the brownrider. Actually, she doesn't seem to have
 any, right now. But she'll gladly let Geko lead this one. She's got lost.

Fennara grins as she watches people swing. "Ok stop! I know it's fun but
 you'll get too dizzy to carry on! The last figure is the Promenade - and
 you use the Promenade hold, spookily enough! You are already holding your
 partner in the swing hold. Don't drop your hands, just swivel your bodies
 so that you are standing side by side with the gent on the left, and your
 arms /should/, if you do it right," she rolls her eyes in amused sympathy
 at a couple who seem to be getting in a tangle,  "..automatically cross
 attractively in front of you. Then you just walk in pairs anti-clockwise
 around the room, before stopping after a count of eight, releasing your
 hands and holding hands again in the one large circle. Now you are ready
 to start all over again!"

Lis, however, has an extra person over-balancing herself, and thus swings
 gingerly with much inertia. "Ooosh! May!" she protests, feathers streaming
 with their brilliant, artifical colors. "Can we take that a little
 slower?" Even little Cerise gets in on the fun, giving a few kicks that
 are only witness in the odd expression on her mother's face.

Tilarekna watches gleefully as the swinging.. or is it twirling? begins.
 Round and round they go, will they stop? Ooops! Don't crash!

Hyzen arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Caylea giggles -which is fairly uncharacteristic for her, but the
 atmosphere around her is infecting her.  "Don' worry, everyone's caught
 out in tha halls if they don't have a costume."  She continues her little
 dance step before swinging into place before Gheran, setting herself into
 position for the swing, her arms crossed and weight shifted.


Hyzen (#19084)
Glowing amber/gold embers flash brilliantly in the rounded face of this
 small weyr-child, hinting at truths untold and the mysteries and joys of
 being a kidlet. Short bangs decorate the high forehead then lengthen back
 into her usual ponytail, banded together with a small runner-clip. Pert
 little nose tips slightly up at the end and small mouth is usually pulled
 into a thoughful and reflective line. Gentle neck extends downwards,
 drawing ones eye onto the flat chest of a child and towards the jutting
 shoulders. Short arms, not showing anything in the department of muscles,
 lead unobtrusively into delicate hands... uncalloused and seemingly
 fragile, they do hold the almost unnoticable knobs of the paintbrush and 
 stylus resting spots. Curving waist leads completely into legs, not
 stopping for the waist of which there doesn't seem to be... as is with
 most children. Resembling arms as much as is possible, her legs are also
 short and unmuscled to the eye. Small feet poke out from the ends of her
 legs, not highly noticable to one how only gives her the cursory glance as
 is common for the quiet and thoughtful.
Sharps lines and features make out this costume of different dark hues.
 Grey is the most abundant, followed not too far behind by brown and a
 pitch black. Large, strangly shaped head is perched over Hy's own, those
 brilliant eyes of her's masked by a netting of multi-colors. Bulging nose
 sprouts away, sharp and jagged teeth forced from the half-opened maw. A
 soft gray runs down and over child's torso, short, spindly wings coming
 from the back. Clipped, just like the real creature. Hands are left free
 of any rendition of the tearing claws so that wearer may eat or dance or
 do whatever. Down, down and... lo and behold, a tail! Short, so as to keep
 out of the way of others, but there. The ridges are brown and black
 speckled and it ends in a green lashed gray spade. Huge feet bedeck Hyz's
 own, large and cushy... much like slippers. Can you guess what she is? A
 watch-wher of course!  Perched on Hyzen's right shoulder with his tail
 curled around their neck is Proof.  Happily stuffed in his little pouch,
 wedge head poking out, is Phoenix.
A delicate flash of intricate twining shines from the slender finger of
 young Hyzen; thusly the shape of a hand-wrought ring.
Creamy alabaster slowly twines about the... ear?! Yes, rigged to hang
 without obstructing the motion of her head, the knot twists about young
 Hyzen's ear. No other color is there to mask the brilliance of the first.
 This denotes that said person is a Candidate for High Reaches Weyr.


Geko grabs Pyrene's right hand with her left hand, and vice versa. Sounds
 correct, right? Only a cross isn't made with it. Dextrously she switches
 them around. "Is it right-right, left-left?" Anyways, it's necessary to
 make an obligatory swing before stopping to listen to directions, dragging
 Pyrene along with her. As a result she misses Fennara's instructions.
 "Didja catch that, Py?"

Tilarekna waves to Hannah, a smile of sympathy on her features, before her
 attention returns to the party...

Pyrene was too busy catching Tyara-spikes. Wincing and gingerly
 disentangling her skirt from Tyara's costume she blinks at Geko. "What? We
 walk and then stand in a circle again, wasn't it? What's so hard?" As long
 as they're far from Tyara. 

Caylea agrees more then wholeheartedly as she stops in place and then
 shakes her head.  "Can't wait for the slow dance!" She calls out before
 quickly heading over and taking her place in the promenade, and just as
 speedily starting out with her part -per the harper's instructions. 
 She'll learn to keep up later:  For now, limbs, tails, heads, and body
 goes flopping around into nearly everything, her movements unskilled and
 fast paced.  She's lost, so let her remain so!  Poor Gheran!

Cross arms and eight steps? Be prepared for mayhem! Well.. maybe not..
 Korsair winks, and stares a moment at his and Sasha's hands before
 winking. "Ready? Here we go!" Turning his body.. yay! Arms move right..
 don't they?

P'rru is trying very hard to explain the concept of animal costumes to his
 lifemate when he spots Hannah, and sidles up beside her, dodging sewn on
 tails and such. "Strange, isn't it" he says, leaning down so he'll not
 have to holler over the din. "And it's rather crowded" The brownrider of
 the bleeping obvious.

Tyara stops her wild swinging around, and instead makes sure M'rin has the
 right grab on her - and then proceeds to pull in the bronzer so they're in
 the right position. "M'rin! Come closer - I won't bite," hisses the nanny.
 No she won't - but the spikes might sting. Not that she's being a thorn in
 anyone's side, but..... watch them. 

Barely enough time to catch her breath, and Lis is back in a circle - some
 circle - and near Tyara and Pyrene. Lucky them. Feathers swirl dangerously
 close to lemony spikes, but they wiggle away teasingly without any jarring
 catches. "There. I think we managed to do that right," she states
 breathlessly to Mayir, using him to lean on as she recovers from frivolous
 extertions.

Geko ahs. "But everyon'es doing this weird cross-armed thingy. How do we do
 that?" Touch and go, supposedly. She swivels her body to the correct
 position, nudging Pyrene to do the same. But Py's at least got the right
 idea - get away from spikey Tyara.

Fennara is grinning wickedly. "Easy isn't it. I'll call all the moves out
 before you have to do them and the phrasing of the music will help," she
 pauses, turning to glance at the band for a second, " - or not!". She
 turns back to the members of the class. "Thing is....there is something I
 haven't told you yet.....Gents, remember I told you that I would ask you
 to add something after your 1, 2, 3, jump/clap bit? Well here it is. When
 you have done that move - instead of coming back to your nice safe
 partner, you have got to go and grab a DIFFERENT female dancer, for the
 swing! It can be anyone, and there can be quite a scramble to get everyone
 matched up (* which will probably take longer than an actual real time
 dance -  lets not worry about that!*), but it is great fun! So you
 /should/ end up with a different partner everytime you repeat the dance!
 If you get left on your own, shout and hopefully the other person left on
 their own will come and grab you! (That's the theory anyway!)"

Pyrene nudges Geko back, bumping her with one hip. "Ready to show 'em how
 to /really/ do it?" she asks, a wicked glint in her eye. She must have
 slipped some wine when nobody was looking. As Fennara's words sink in, she
 glances towards Tyara and adds: "Geko, you're the man, kay?" She'll get
 her word in quickly.

"What do we do now?" whines the Bug, his antennae flapping, keeping one eye
 on the Lis that his his partner and one eye on the harper. Mayir is
 trying! He's trying really hard! And he's having fun, too, but, but. Gosh.
 It's scary. Defenseive dancing. A glance towards Lis. Here we go. 

Hannah blinks up at P'rru, "Uh.. yeah.. it is."  Lips curve into a shy
 smile and she asks hesitantly of the brownrider, "How come you are not..
 ah.." she waves her hand at the rowdy folk, ".. out there?"  Giggling, she
 adds, "Yes, it is rather strange.. and very crowded."  To emphasize that
 point, her small form gets joslted into the brownrider's side.  "Oh!  I'm
 sorry!"    

And here she comes... Hyzen, clothed in a costume of her own making and
 design.  That of a watch-wher.  Small eyes peer out of the larger
 costume's as she enters the room, gazing about at the crowd as best she
 can.  Pausing in uncertainty, she twists her hands together, trying to
 spot someone she knows.  She's lost... in a huge crowd... and scared? 
 Yup, she doesn't usually like big crowds of strangers.  Help!

Tyara lets go of poor M'rin, whose side is probably all sore from being
 stung so much, and the bronzerider does his steps and ends up in front
 of...... "L-lis? Mind if I g-grab you?" Oh well - she'll have to do!
 Meanwhile, Tyara's idly tapping her foot, waiting for someone to come near
 her - and the spikes. Watch the spikes.

Fennara laughs at the chaos that has ensued. "OK. Ready to try it for real
 - with the band?"

Ready? Welll... umm.. oookay, Korsair can do this. Shaggy canine costume
 not likely to detach itself any time soon, her winks at Sasha. "Ready,
 mate?" she chuckles softly, ready when she is.

P'rru smiles "Out there?" he replies, lips twisting into an odd look of
 anxiety. "Erm....I don't dance, Hannah" just like he doesn't hug and he
 doesn't have emotions other than where his lifemate is concerned. 

Sasha chuckles at Korsair "This dance getss madder all the time!"

Tilarekna smiles and waves to Hyzen, beckoning her over quickly, before
 sitting by the basket and watching in wonder at the dancing circle. THISly
 be fun...

Chaos is not the word for it. Not strong enough, in Geko's opinion. "You
 want to be rid of me, is that it, Py?"

Lis peeks around with the devious expression of one anticipation mischief,
 finding herself presented with a M'rin to play with. "Oh! Of course," she
 warbles sweetly, sweeping up the weyrleader into a fluffy, feathery
 embrace. She's comfy enough, conveniently sans spikes, thouugh the baby
 tends to be an encumbrance enough.

Pyrene blinks sweetly at Geko. "Not at all...." It's Tya she wants to
 avoid. "Anyway, you ready?" She stands side by side with Geko. They will
 start this together, even though they may finish with Geko impaled on
 Tyara's costume.

Hyzen stomps towards Tilarekna, heaving a sigh of relief as she watches the
 spinning, dancing people.  "This is... is chaos, Rekna!"  But laughter
 bubbles up.  Just as long as she's near someone she knows, she'll be happy
 and have fun.  "I like you're costume, Rekna."  Spying a chair, she
 manages to manuver herself into it, glad again she'd made the tail so
 short in contrast.  "How do they know what to do?"

Gheran's eyes quickly scan the room even as he begins his steps.  What?  A
 new partner?  Well...  Eyes quickly scan the room, and suddenly he jets
 away from Caylea and towards....Hyzen!  She's his!  Hopefully?  Caylea,
 for her part, remains in place, watching as she's ..well...ditched. 
 Blaming the dance for her woes, the candidate quickly looks around. 
 Anyone coming after her?

Korsair chuckles faintly, standing beside his partner, running the dance
 steps in his head.. 8 to start, right? 

Geko is sure Pyrene would personally carry her to the infirmary in the case
 that she should be impaled on a spike. "So I'm the man?" she verifies.
 It's confusing, no?

Erzulie exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Confusion sets in. Lis. M'rin. And that leaves Mayir with. Oh. That leaves
 Mayir with. Gosh, Tyara! Sweeping over to her, he grabs her hands,
 murmuring softly: "Gotcha. Yer mine partner," he declares, trying to keep
 himself away from the spikes. But. What he's gotta do is what he's gotta
 do.

Turning slightly on her heel, Fenn grins at the musicians in the band.
 "Ready when you are, guys!" she calls. The harper playing the fiddle
 counts the band members in and a light introduction heralds the start of a
 rhythmic piece of music. Toes begin to tap unconsciously around the room
 and the dancers prepare to execute the first figure.

Tilarekna smiles and winks at Hyzen, before admirning her friend's costume
 too. "You're is amazing! So that's what you were creating that time.." she
 winks, before nodding at the crowd, "Dancing. This should be fun." Yup,
 flat on their faces..

Pyrene nods at Geko. "You're a man. Yep. Think of Revnath." Masculine,
 right? While she thinks of Cadgwith. Feminine.... well, female anyway.

Hannah nods, "Makes sense," she comments.  Not noticing his lack of
 emotions or anything because her own shyness inhibits her from showing too
 much emotion herself.  Emerald gaze sweeps the room again.  So many
 people--makes her tongue almost glue to the roof of her mouth.

Sasha shivers nervously ...but the music is soooo catchy....her feet can't
 help moving and she unconsciously begins to move her body to the beat...

Caylea waits for the cue to go, twitching beneath her suit.

Fennara calls "FOUR STEPS INTO THE MIDDLE,  FOUR STEPS OUT. AND OUT AGAIN."

Ramneli enters not too long after Hyzen does, grumbling but willing to have
 fun for what it was worth.  He's decked out in a simple costume of a
 canine... not very thoughtful, but it's there. Glaring around, he spots
 Caylea just as he hears the call.  Find a partner!  Welp, he'll live. 
 Marching towards her, he spins her into the dance, managing to make a grin
 cross his face.  "Hello there, Caylea.  Willing to dance?"  Grumble. 
 Well, least he's trying to make an effort at being nice... and Cay's own
 temper almost perfectly matched his anyways!

Pyre abruptly appears from ::between:: with a flash of wings.

Korsair's foot taps with the beat too. Unlike his partner, he's ready, and 
 his costume is more than warm enough to prevent shivers.. Winking, he
 starts the dancing. Counting the steps under his breath, her moves with
 the beat. Off we go! Four in, four out, stepstepstepstepstep..  

Masculine and very sexy, isn't he? "Revnath, Revnath, think of Revnath,"
 Geko chants as a mantra. She dances out first, right? And she can go to
 anyone but Py? She glances down the line as she steps out four times,
 claps and sidesteps backwards so she doesn't, after all, get Tyara, but
 Caylea. Unspiky Caylea.

Lis can do this - really, she can - and purses her lips on concentration as
 she picks up on the tempo of the music, for it sounds quick. "You ready,
 M'rin?" she asks of her partner, recieving an assuring, if hurried and shy
 nod. With that, they're off! Four steps to the middle, and four steps back
 out again, this accomplished rather sloppily as the greenrider glares over
 her shoulder at Tyara. Her and her spikes.

Sasha bounces with surprisingly light steps for somebody who has hooves for
 feet, into the middle and out again, flashing the odd grin at Korsair and
 hoping she is not messing this up.

Hyzen's drawn out of her chair and into the dance with Gheran, laughing
 happily as she's taken away from Tilar.  Thankfully she hadn't made her
 costume so very bulky!  Locking hands with the male, she beams up at him
 before making the moves as directed, careful of where she places her feet. 
 In... out... and boy was she glad she had decided to come to this!

Rauve sighs, ears nearly folding as the dancing continues. Pft. Eyes' focus
 hones in on a lone Hannah, and the tail-decked candidate quietly pops up
 behind her, trying to miss elbows and legs and thigns coming at him of
 that nature. "Wanna dance?" Nothing less than a beam is directed toward
 Hannah, head canting toward the pairs.

Pyrene glances at Geko. "Is that for me or you?" she wonders. "Both?" But
 Geko's gone out and abandoned her for Caylea. So she glances about for her
 new partner. C'mon? Who wants a sexy piece of goldrider to step on their
 toes?

"Oh, I'd love to use you, dear," says Mayir as he does the four steps in,
 four steps out, and then four more out, smirking down at her spikes. Quite
 attractive, no? No. But they are amusing. "But not in front of all these
 people." An impish grin and he arrives back over where he thinks he should
 be.

Fennara calls "FOUR STEPS INTO THE MIDDLE,  LADIES! JUMP AND CLAP AND OUT
 AGAIN."

Hannah blinks up at Rauve, "W-what?"  She can't dance!  Someone asking her
 .. to dance?  Tongue cleaves to the roof of her mouth as eyebrows lift. 
 "Uhhhhh" she utters, looking thoroughly startled.

"What, oh? Py! What're we doing?" Geko gets hopelessly confused. What
 happened to the easy four steps... Geko makes a mockery of dance getting
 back to Py.

Pyrene eyes after Geko. They're messing up already. It's the buff
 brownrider's fault, that's it. At any rate, she skips cheerfully into the
 middle with the other ladies, keeping a safe distance from Tyara at all
 times.

Toothy, but unspiky, Caylea is suddenly whirled away from Gheran -who goes
 after Hyzen right at the same time- towards...Eeeeeeww, the hot tempered
 Ramneli.  He was just plain awful!  But this was a dance, and she should
 be ...nice..  (Ignore the fact that their tempers were matched almost
 perfectly.  "Su..."  However, Geko!  Lovely lovely Geko!  Saves her from
 the torment that is Remnali, and she quickly pulls herself away and
 towards the dragonrider.  See, geko beat him..sure, she was first. 
 Remnali will just have to go..bug Pyrene!  The dance continues on!

Tyara snorts and makes sure one of her spikes brushes across Mayir's
 stomach as she twirls herself out of his grip and skips forward, towards
 the middle. Four steps in, four steps out... aww, was that a steward's
 toes she 'accidentally' stepped on? Smirk. Watch the spikes, yup.

Fennara cries out "GENTS INTO THE MIDDLE, JUMP AND CLAP,  AND OUT AGAIN TO
 A /NEW/ PARTNER.

Ramenli watches as Caylea is whirled away, keeping step as he moves towards
 the goldrider Pyrene.  Oh -groan-!  Female in power... something he
 rather... dislikes.  Gritting his teeth, he holds out his hands to her,
 ready to whirl her into the flow of the dance.  "'rider Pyrene..."  This
 was bad.  Maybe he should have stayed away.  Whine.

Sasha shrieks a little in excitement as Korsair lets go of her hands and
 disappears...who will grab her!!!

Kor's not lost, nonono, he's in step, he's got rythmn, he's... ready for a
 new partner! Into the middle, jump/clap and shuffle shuffle shuffle...
 GRAB! Who' he snagged for a partner then?

Tyara watches Mayir leave her and her spikes - and not without a sulky look
 on her face, either. Pout. Who'll grab a spiky nanny now? 

Geko gets out there into the middle, jumps in her most manly manner(but
 totally forgets the clap), and /then/ dances back to Caylea, "Miss me?
 Meh, I'm so confused..."

Rauve rolls his eyes slightly, hands snagging Hannah by the mid-driff with
 a casual sort of abruptness, as she finds herself half-toted, half-dragged
 into the cneter of the floor, squirrel-boy hop-clapping as he gingerly
 follows steps and rhythms. He has been watching for -quite- some time. 

Pyrene was just getting used to Geko. Now she has... Ramenli? "Oh, good!
 /You/ know what you're doing, right?" she asks, grabbing his hands
 eagerly, cheeks flushed with enthusiasm as she gets into the dance.
 Ramenli-toes, beware!

"Ow!" declares Mayir-bug, releasing Tya's hand, thank Franth, he's not
 going to be around her long enough to be crushed to death by the spikes.
 Death by spiking. Watch the spikes. But and..then he does that jump and
 clap thing, twirling off and nabbing. Nabbing. Oh, here's a person that
 works. "Hi, Sasha," he gasps.

Caylea *suddenly drops dead laughing. Everyone spells Remneli's name
 different each time O.o  It's a hard one to remember Hyz.

Korsair finally comes into contact with... eep! That green rider! With
 FEATHERS no less! Uh.. that is right,right? at any rate, he extends his
 hands to Lis. "Ready?" he smiles.

Lis waves coyly after M'rin as he goes off to find a new partner, blowing a
 'Bye' in a kiss as she peers about for her new partner. Pyrene? - Naw, she
 missed her.  Mayir? Missed again. "Oh. /Oh/." This is all the greenrider
 can get out, sliding her hand into Korsair's with a tickle of feather
 along exposed skin. "Be gentle? And mind the baby," she warns, belly held
 gingerly between her and the candidate.

Geko...ko....ko..  Hear the echo in that name?  Caylea doesn't.  For she's
 jumping forward and clapping, jumpping backwards and clapping, and
 completely lost.  Oh, Geko's in front of her.  "Of /course/!"  She states. 
 Far far better then Remneli/Nali, Remali, and Remnalee.  "I'm lost as
 well!  Just JUMP!"  

Fennara calls out, "SWING YOUR PARTNER ROUND AND ROUND!!!

Sasha giggles as Mayir takes her hands and she leans back into the
 swing....

Hannah can't help but let out a startled giggle.  "I don't know .. the
 steps!"  She tries to mimics her partners steps in the fast-paced dance
 movements.  "This is .. fun!" she huffs, her face flushed with her
 exertion.

A smile is given both rider and 'baby-in-da-belly', and Korsair smiles and 
 nods, "Will do.." before swinging his partner 'round!

Ramneli spins Pyrene into the dance, nodding mutely at her question as he
 does the moves and tries to keep his toes blemish-free at the same time. 
 He's learned to dance... most seacrafters did.  Hearing the call, he
 begins to swing the goldrider about, carefully... couldn't drop her,
 though he might -like- to.  Evil him.

Tilarekna giggles and watches, amber eyes dancing, hands clapping along
 with the beat!

Mayir does the swinging thing with his assistant turned candidate, smiling
 at her as he is able to toss her about with an abandoned that he wasn't
 allowed with poor Lis. The belly gets in the way of the dancing. Darn
 baby. But he lets out a delighted sound as he swings.

Geko grabs opposite hands with Caylea and just tries to swing around as
 hard as possible. Hopefully they'll crash into a wall and then the
 confusion will all be over, cause the infirmary is a very nice and simple
 place... "Hey!" She starts, but the words blur so much that she ceases to
 try talking. 

A brownrider obviously not in costume slips quietly out the door, leaving
 behind the sounds of *ahem* mayhem behind him. Odd, in Igen it was /never/
 like this.

P'rru exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Gheran, finding Hyzen a little less then available, quickly scans the
 crowds again.  But only does he find -his- partner when she bumps into him
 from behind.  Swinging around, he gropes for Tyara.  "Hello!"  He states
 before he starts to carry out the 'swing'em' part of the dance.

Pyrene is quite happy to be led, although she's an energetic follower,
 throwing herself into the swing and placing the responsibility of keeping
 them off the floor squarely on Remneli's shoulders. Laughter bubbles from
 her throat as she lets him keep up with what's happening.

Fennara calls out " PROMENADE YOUR NEW PARTNER READY TO START AGAIN

Rauve grins, tattered ears gone awry as he deftly slinks into a faster
 pace, hips shifting as he avoids collision with fellow bunglers. "It is,"
 he answers Hannah, carefully extended his forearm and swinging her
 outward. "Cripes."

As the dancers come to the end of the first runthrough, the melody slips
 back to where it began. This time the fiddle takes the lead and the
 musician taps her foot in time to the music, closing her eyes to feel the
 music as well as play it.

The cross-over. The hand-attractive thing. All right. Atennnae thing
 flapping, Mayir does the promenade with his partner and assistant,
 glancing over at her and commenting breathlessly: "Hope I didn't make you
 too dizzy."

"Oooh!" wails Lis softly as she goes 'round and 'round, comming to an
 ungraceful stop that sends her flinging towards Korsair. Catch? Luckily,
 she manages to get most of a hold of herself, so she doesn't squish Cerise
 or send the trio of them toppling down onto the floor. "Well, it was a
 treat," gasps the greenrider, promenading just as instructed. Where are
 those slow, geriatric riders when you need 'em?

Tyara is swung - oh yeah - around by Gheran, her spikes looking quite in
 danger of flying 'round the living caverns with each step of the wild
 dance. "Promenade? Oh dear, will this ever stop," the nanny gasps, trying
 to lean more on her partner without stabbing him in the guts - or other
 sensitive areas. Adjusting themselves, teh pair manages to do the right
 hand-holds and then they start walking in ebat with the music. 

CayleaSnake eeeps loudly as she's suddenly thrust outwards, ignoring the
 pain in her palm via the effect of the dizzying spin!  She slams into
 someone else -poor sap- before straightening herself, grabbing out for
 Geko's hands once more, and beginning her Promenade!

Sasha shakes her head and throws back her head in delight...."A little
 bit...but thats part of the fun isn't it?"

Elijah arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Geko lets Caylea (hopefully) get the hands sorted out and lead, cause she's
 too dizzy. "I wanna do more of the spinning thing... Please?" Promenading
 isn't her strong point. And you can't just promenade into walls.

Fennara calls "FOUR STEPS INTO THE MIDDLE,  FOUR STEPS OUT. AND  AGAIN."

Round, round, round we go.. ooh, wait, stop? Stop! Coming to a halt,
 Korsair pauses, letting the greenrider half-crash intro him. This sort of
 thing's nothing new - runner back home.. uh.. well, anyway.. "Definately,"
 he agrees, stepping out on the walk..

Mamoru arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

"Okay," says Mayir, with a smile over at Sasha, taking one, two,
 three...what's after three? Come on, May, you were always good at this
 math stuff, four. Steps forward. And then the one two three four out
 again. And again. And...oooh. After this comes the bad dash.

Ramneli, a fast thinker, quickly does as the call commands and crosses his
 hands and Pyrene's and promenade's like told.  He can manage Pyrene's
 motions, grinning as he gets caught up into the dance and fun.  "Let's
 make this a little more exciting," he mutters to Pyrene before he does a
 little jig-- though it won't mess up the motion of the dance, and spins
 Pyrene about.

Sasha takes Mayir's hand and as the first figure of the dance comes around
 again, she follows him willingly into the centre of the circle, skipping
 out again lightly.

Gheran crosses arms with Tyara -poke..poke..poke...ouch!-.  He's a bit more
 careful as they go promenading down and then he suddenly stops and begins
 the little dance step number.  If he was lucky, he'd make it out of this
 without poked vitals!

Lis' equilibrium finally decides to behave again, but not until she's in
 her third step, the first two being shakey wobbles that threaten the
 bystanders with an incoming pregnant missile. Fortunely, there's no
 incident and she retreats back into the outer circle, scouting out her new
 parter. (Now, which circle is she in again?)

Pyrene skips vigorously forward, stepping not on Ramneli's toes, but those
 of the person next to her. Hey, not her fault if he spins her like that.
 The "Ooh, do it again!" she probably should take responsibility for,
 however.

Fennara calls out "LADIES INTO THE MIDDLE, JUMP AND CLAP!"

Korsair steps in, (2,3,4) and out (2,3,4), step, step, step, he grins as
 they wibble due to, uh, the excess featherweight.. that's it! "Ready?"

Rauve releases Hannah's hands into time to twine his arms 'round hers,
 slender skwerl-hued legs lifting in a Andalusian-esque promenade, though
 that's soon foregone in place of the four-step middle-ward and back
 outward, cheeks darkly flushed. Ayee! These instructions are being
 hollered rather quickly, and he tries to remove himself from her path.

Hannah can only giggle as she's twirled around.  As the dancing picks up,
 she finds herself getting all hot and flustered.  Looking across at her
 partner, she adds, "I like your costume!"  Twirl, dance, dance.  Seems the
 shy little assistant is finally getting some fun..

It had to happen to someone!  It really did.  And she's not the /most/
 resilent person around these parts.  Finally, Geko gets her way -Or is
 that Caylea who gets her way?  Healer apprentice goes -swooosh- as she
 drops to the ground, her legs giving out after the sudden spin, promenade,
 and jump.  Yep, it's that jump where she falls.  Forget the clapping, this
 healer's out!  Cold that is.  Or, no, wait, she's still awake, just
 begging for her 'mommy'.  Geko, in not much a better state, quickly heads
 away -for safety and sanity- towards a wall.  She'll just eat her food
 now. 

Pyrene is supposed to walk straight now? She skips into the middle,
 although it's somethiing of a sideways-motion--at least until she knocks
 into Tyara. That improved her equilibrium no end. Clap, no--/jump/ clap,
 and then she hastens back again, out fo step still.

Tyara lets go of Gheran with a snort - weak-minded person! - and skip-steps
 into the middle, jumping and clapping at the appropriate times. There. Out
 we go again, waiting to be paired off with someone different yet again.
 Watch the spikes, though.

Sasha is getting into this dancing lark now...with a whoop of delight she
 releases Mayirs hand and bounces into the middle ending her jump and clap
 with a spin in midair, before returning to her place.

Rauve winks good-naturedly, plunging strides smoothing. Slightly. "Thanks,"
 he calls over the cacophany of music and voice, basically trying to stay
 out of paths other then the one they've contrived.

As the dancers intertwine with each other and the figures become more and
 more complicated,  the music mirrors their movements, variations of the
 tune becoming more complex. The beating of the drums holds the addictive
 rhythm together and as the dancers build in confidence, the musicians sway
 their bodies to the pounding beat.

Fennara cries out "GENTS INTO THE MIDDLE, JUMP AND CLAP,  AND OUT AGAIN TO
 A /NEW/ PARTNER.

Sasha waves Bye to Mayir and waits with trepidation to see who crops up
 next!

Korsair steps, quick quick quick, in in in... CLAP/JUMP! And out he goes,
 ready to grab at another... and there we go! There! You! Uh.. oi.. why
 him? Tyara's about to find herself with a new partner. Waving goodbye to
 Lis, off Korsair goes!

New partner! Okay. Mayir did it once. Mayir did it twice. Well. Mayir can
 do it a /third/ time. So, with a little waggle of fingers in response to
 Sasha, he goes to the center, jumps. Claps! Very good, buggyboy, and then
 he goes looking for. For. Swoop. "Hi, Pyrene."

Lis turns her pitiful eyes on the first male that gets in her sights, once
 her clapping and jumping - a pathetic hop-skipping - are done and she's
 discarded. Ohhh, Rauuuuve? Feathers wiggle enticingly, and she does her
 best to look cute. Turns of puppy eyes from a certain bluerider seems to
 have paid off.

Ramneli watches as Pyrene spins away from him then finds a different
 partner... as was told. Sigh.  He'd actually liked dancing with her! 
 Gasp!  Moving into the middle, he jumps and claps then moves back out
 again to grab: Sasha!  Taking her into his arms, he spins them about and
 back to the dance.

Moonlight hair flying, Hannah throws her head back a little, letting go
 some of her shy inhibitions--not all, just some--watching the ceiling of
 the 'caverns spinning.  Letting her head drop back down, she flashes Rauve
 a grin, "What is this dance called?"  So far she hasn't totally squished
 his toes yet--she hopes.

Pyrene oohs! "May!" she greets, delightedly. "You can dance, right?" He's
 the steward; he must have /some/ talents. At any rate, she's already
 grasping his hands and preparing to be swung. Go ahead and make her day.

Fennara calls out, "SWING YOUR PARTNER ROUND AND ROUND!!!

Rauve attempts to both rodent-hop and clap at the same time, spinning
 Hannah outward awkwardly. "I dunno, but you better -- erf!" And he's
 nabbed. "Lis?" Peer. The belly and the feathers had him fooled for a
 moment. Hannah was less intimadating, but he can't see her through all
 that plumage. Paws are extended. "Ready to swing?"

Centaur walks in from the Central Bowl.

Centaur opts for broad stairs that lead up to the Crafting rooms above the
 inner caverns.

Sasha nods her head to the unfamiliar man who has approached her and shyly
 giggles "Hi!" before taking his hands in a cross hold and leaning
 back...allowing her hair and her tail to swing out behind her as she
 spins.....

Gasp. "Sort of?" suggests Mayir, even as he takes her hands, swinging and
 swuning her and all of those other gramatically appropiate forms of that
 verb. "They make me go to enough silly banquets at holds," he grumbles
 reflectively, but that turns into a giggle. Feel the dizziness!

Without faltering on a single note, the piper turns in amusement to raise
 his eyebrows at the feverishly bowing fiddler, who nods in agreement, as
 they watch the antics of the dancers on the floor in front of them. The
 drummer just shakes his head, laughing, and feeling almost grateful that
 it is not him who is taking part in the chaos on the dance floor.

SWING! Wheee! round we go! Yes, Korsair is desperately not letting this go
 too fast - those spikes.. if Tyara was to crash into him... eeeep....
 Round and round and round, not too fast.... Chaos in motion, yup, that's
 what this dancing is!

Oh, May has talents all right, but they're not the sort Pyrene's interested
 in at the moment. Lis give Rauve a feral grin most unbecoming of her
 costume as she catches him up in the crossed-handing swinging. The frantic
 pace of the music somehow lends a lightness to her feet, and by now she
 executes a swing that balances her water-heavy, baby-filled belly.
 "Wheee!"

Pyrene's skirts flare out and she just laughs in Mayir's face. But in a
 nice way, so that's OK. "I've never done /this/ at a hold," she returns.
 "It's better than the toss dance!" Mind you, nobody sane would try the
 toss dance with Pyrene. She's not good at taking responsibility for her
 own movements.

Watching the dancers and Fennara like hawks, the piper and the fiddler nod
 to the other musicians. This will be the last time through, and all
 efforts are put into this final refrain. The beat is almost intoxicating,
 stirring the most stubborn of feet, and the intricate melodies flowing
 from pipe and fiddle, fill the dancers with a renewed energy, a second 
 wind.

Hannah finds herself partnerless and suddenly she realizes just what she
 was doing.  Blushing a bright red, she tries to make her way through the
 crowd.  Must seek the safety of being the wallflower.. 

Ramneli's lucky he kept his costume decorations to a minimum as he spins
 Sasah about.  Well, at least she wasn't trying to trample his toes in the
 process!  Clinging tightly to her hands, he grins widely as they twirl
 with the best of them, moving and tapping and laughing.  "Hello Sasha!"
 Yup, he knows her.  Candies together!

Fennara calls out " PROMENADE YOUR NEW PARTNER - THIS IS THE LAST FIGURE!"

Rauve squints appropriately, expression that of any Druseth-harried
 squirrel. "Unnh." Amethyst optics are wide and saucer-glassy as he dis
 -jumbles his arms and swivels outward, just tp pivot back in again and 
 re-intersect arms and hands. Squeak.

The music reaches fever pitch as the dancers become more and more confident
 with the order of the figures. Speeding up slightly, the musicians have a
 glint in their eyes as the dancers have no option but to follow suit,
 breathless though they are rapidly becoming.

Mayir crosses-over hands with Pyrene, even as he replies: "Neither have I.
 Usually they make me slow-dance with some old hag of a holdlady or
 something," he says bitterly. "But it's all right. Sometimes the drudges I
 get to dance with are cute." His tales of the woes of state dinners aside,
 he smiles warmly over at his partner. "Which is why I said sorta. But 
 you're not too bad at this.."

Pyrene sighs regretfully. She likes the swinging part best. Still, she
 lists giddily against Mayir as the pair promenade after the others.
 "Ohhhh, myyyyyy..." she shrills as the music speeds up and so, by
 automaton, do her legs.

Uhh.. hrmm.. Partnerless? Yup.. maybe he dreamed that partner..? Slipping
 off the dancefloor, a slightly panting Korsair slides close to a certain
 feline-Reka and mock-growls at her giggles. She simply snickers, and
 offers him a drink, which he freely accepts and downs in a moment. 

Round the room they go....hands crossed infront of them..."You are good at
 this!" chuckles Sasha to Ramneli!

The final figure is completed and the band bring the music to a close with
 a rousing ending. The band smile happily, laughing in sympathy, as well as
 sheer enjoyment of a job well done as they watch the exhausted dancers,
 panting but exhilarated return to seats that are around the edges of the
 room, for a well earned drink. The sound of everybody in the room clapping
 for the efforts of the musicians as well as for the dancers, brings a grin
 to Fenn's face.

"Thank you!" comes Ramneli's call as he spins her gleefully before doing
 the promenade again. When the band stops, he slows their motion and
 finally releases Sasha gently after guiding her to a chair.  Plopping into
 one next to her, he pants heavily, hands in his hair and eyes closed. 
 That was hard work!  Almost as hard as fishing was!

Pyrene laughs helplessly, disentangling her hands from her partners to
 applaud. "Bravo! Encore!" she shrieks, hoarse from giggling, before she
 beats a hasty retreat to the wine table; there, to spend the rest of the
 evening, no doubt.

Lis slowly winds their spinning to a stop, a bit too enthusiatisic about
 the business to come to an abrupt halt. "Oh,
 thankyouRauveitwas/wonderful/!" she sings out, all on one breath as she
 drapes her arms at her side, suddenly thinking the better off it and
 embracing the boy before he gets too far. Feathers flutter everywhere
 before she heads off, in search of friends and non-alcoholic drinks.

Sasha comes to a halt and bows to her partner in mock formality. Thankyou!
 That was really good!"

Tyara adds her applauds to the rest of the living caverns', and immediately
 heads in the direction of a vacant chair. Need. Drink. "Ohh, M'rin, get me
 something to drink, will you? And take Auryn?" The bronzerider shuffles
 off to obey the nanny, who settles with watching the crowd vigilantly. 

And Mayir, one of those friends, is also bound for the wine table,
 following his ex-partner to there. He picks up a glass of one of those
 reds that he ordered. Or Sasha did. Or one of them, did, but gosh darnit,
 he recalls something about red wine. A breath as he tries to calm from the
 dance, antennae bouncing wildly. "Hey, Lis.."

Rauve is in that annoying woozy state of too much circular motion and too
-close body situations. If his tail could echinate, it probably would. A
 reaches to pat Lis's shoulder, but she's sashayed off by that point, so he
 wanders toward a chair, a subtle glance swept over the caverns for Hannah.

Tilarekna grins and sails away, a tray held between gloved paws. Cool
 drinks are offered to all dancers, and she stops at each to hand them out
 before heading over to give them to both dancers and Harper. "Everyone, if
 you'd like to take a seat, a puppet show will be beginning shortly!" she
 calls.

Sasha gratefully pulls up a seat and takes the offered drink. Dancing sure
 takes it out of you!

Hyzen had stepped out of the dance a time before- regretfully- because of
 the bulk and warmth of her costume.  Ah well.  Standing near Rekna, she
 watches the excitment and twirling of the dancers, claping in time to the
 music, which then turns into clapping as it ends for the good performance.
 "Great job, guys!"  Slipping her mask/head off, she sets it gently on a
 table and helps Tilarekna dole out the food and drinks.

Lis nods May over to Tyara's direction, giving the steward a brief wave and
 "Hey!" before she's aiming for an empty seat next to her favorite nanny -
 though not close enough to be impaled. "Over here, Mayir-darling! Pull up
 a char!" the greenrider warbles at her favorite steward of all, nudging at
 a seat.

Fennara packs up her things and wavbes at everyone as she prepares to
 leave..."I'm glad you enjoyed it!" she chuckles as she makes her way to
 the exit.

Fennara exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Hannah finds herself by the fire, and turns to warm her hands.  GAze sweeps
 the caverns as she watches the dancing and all the goings on.  All these
 people makes for interesting people watching, indeed.

Even though Lis looks like she'd want to be impaled, Tyara lets the
 greenrider get away with keeping a safe distance. "Why Lis, have a seat."
 Tere's a good deal of sarcasm in her voice, though a slight smile is cast
 out towards the pregnant creature and her steward-toy. 

Hiliza arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

And pull up a chair he does. With a grin and a wave of fingers over towards
 Lis, and even Tyara, despite the smashing and implaing she's done tonight
 to him. "Thanks for the help with the costume, too," he tells Lis, giving
 her a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Never thought you'd have those riding
 crops sitting around."

Siannen makes her way to the slightly unsteady Rauve, hand slipping 'round
 to the small of his back as she grins faintly.  "C'mon, Puppy...."  Hannah
 is spotted and the former 'brat angles both herself and the orchid-eyed
 one towards her, free hand lifted in a wave.  "Heyla, Hannah...s'there
 room for two more over there?"

Tilarekna beams, passing the tray to a drudge, before she sails towards the
 long empty table by the basket. With care, she tosses a blanket out across
 it, smoothing it out... issa YELLOW Cloth.. as yellow as the Hatching
 Sands. It drapes over the edge, hiding what's going on beneath and behind
 it. Popping her head up, mask gone, she motions for her fellow candies to 
 join her quickly! Let's get this show on the road!


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