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Post by hbk on Apr 30, 2012 22:11:29 GMT -5
.:: Wingsecond F'ren ::.
F'ren smiled down at Aisynn, the kiss from the petite greenrider having set his blood on fire. Shards, there was just something about the brunette that made the Wingsecond feel as if he could walk through fire. No one had ever made F'ren feel that way before, and he was being careful not to do anything that could ruin the relationship that he and Aisynn were establishing.
"I am starving." Although at that moment he wasn't sure if the hunger was physical or sexual. Hooking an arm around his greenrider's waist, F'ren led them towards the service tables that were ladened with food for the celebration.
"And might I add how beautiful you look tonight?" He smiled.
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Post by freya on May 4, 2012 17:19:03 GMT -5
R'kin had left Krestanovith down by the lake to rest as he had come to enjoy the party. The bronze weyrling took in the festivities and was pleased that they had such a successful hatching. He couldn't wait for their own graduation ceremony which would occur in a few months and then they'd move into their own weyr. His bronze already was bigger then most of the other bronzes and he had to wonder what his final size would be. A choice of clothes for the night included a white dress shirt and a pair of black pants. His brown boots we're polished and he was ready to have a good time.
The area smelled of good food and he went over to get himself some food. He saw that there was some breads and took a bite as he thought about the girl that impressed a blue dragon. It was a rare thing for a blue dragon to impress a girl and took it as a good sign to the health of the clutch. R'kin looked around as he continued to munch on the bread and just was pleased to have everyone in such a good mood.
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Post by Yuu Kanduet on May 5, 2012 19:26:00 GMT -5
The music was intoxicating, and J'zen spun once more with the pretty young Greenrider that had braved his sarcasm and aloof demeanor so that she might ask him to ask. In truth, J'zen had been more than happy with the offer and had quickly accepted the woman's hand so that he might kiss it before leading her onto the dance floor. J'zen enjoyed dancing swiftly with lots of twirls and spins and the other rider was more than able to keep up with his wild performance. She smiled with each turn and laughed gaily whenever he made a witty comment about their fellow dancers state of dress or lack of grace. All to soon the song ended and J'zen found himself relinquishing her hand into the larger and more muscled hand of another rider who had cut in politely and asked for the next dance. Without a partner, J'zen felt out of place in the middle of the dancing throng and swiftly made his way to the side-lines for a bit of refreshment. Sabastian and Vestuchi alighted onto his shoulders and rubbed their smooth faces against his cheek until he relented and passed them several morsels from his plate. With happy chirps the two Blues munch on their treats as J'zen leaned against the table in a relaxed and easy manner. Little claws dug into his fine collared shirt with its ruffles and sleek blue color, the same velvet blue as his Tyreth. The dragon had been indignant when J'zen had said the color looked better on him, and J'zen gave a small smile as he remembered the cold shoulder he was currently receiving from said Blue. There was a black leather vest over his shirt with tougher and reinforced leather at the shoulders where the flitters were supposed to be digging their claws, but when did those two ever do as they were supposed to? J'zen's pants were made of the same black dyed leather as his vest, and they hugged his legs and showed the muscle toning J'zen had built up over the time he had been riding. His boots were a dressier form of the soft riding boots he wore when flying, but had a few superfluous buckles and straps that were purely ascetic. The outfit had cost him, and he loved it. Now if he could only find someone he knew well enough to mingle with, J'zen's evening would be set. The people at D'isk table had long since found an excuse to leave the Greenrider alone with his drink and an unfinished joke. He really didn't mind though. D'isk was used to people thinking his jokes were over the top, or perhaps they thought he was over the top while telling them. Either way, most people left after a while, but that was fine. D'isk didn't really enjoy being alone, but he also didn't like interrupting established groups of party goers. It made him feel awkward and unwanted, like an extra wheel on a wagon. At the same time, sitting alone at a table drinking was not much fun either. Maybe he could at least get up and inch his way into the throng of people in hopes of bumping into someone willing to spend some time chatting with him. Setting his glass down and pulling himself to his feet, D'isk did exactly that. There were lots of people he recognized of course, but no one he knew well enough to just impose himself on. Ah, well the night was still young!Brat Pack Member Bahari Bahari slunk through the festivities looking for a couple of his friends in particular. Although he had been extremely jealous of Thoran and Hinuk, he felt bad for missing the Hatching. Thoran had Impressed, and he had missed it. Bahari felt like a poor excuse for a friend, and that was why he had to make it up to them. Especially since he hadn't even trusted them with the knowledge that he was inadvertently scorning them. There was no easy way to apologize to a friend for wronging them, but Bahari knew that it would be the worst idea ever if he didn't. Jealousy and a poor attitude was the death of a friendship, and there was no way he was going to lose his friends over something as stupid as his "childish behavior," as his parents had called it. After some long minutes of searching the weyrhall, Bahari still hadn't found his fellow brats. How was he supposed to apologize if he couldn't find them. This was the perfect opportunity to make things right, and he was going to miss it!
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Post by Na Qaiah on May 5, 2012 21:36:44 GMT -5
Aisynn laughed as she swung into stride with F'ren. She wrapped her arm into his and easily matched his stride. "Why brownrider, I do believe you are flirting with me." She said as she batted her eyes innocently pretending to be a charming girl that was innocent. She lightly swatted his chest with the fingertips of her right hand, still blinking her eyes real fast. She burst out laughing at the look on F'ren's face. "Thank you F'ren, I hoped you would like it. You are very dashing yourself tonight." Aisynn told the brownrider all serious now. She meant it. He was the most handsome man she had ever had the pleasure of meeting. It had nothing much to do with him being her first, but everything to do with personality and how they got along with each other. It helped that their lifemates also got along well. Shivath didn't mind when Aloroth flew other greens, he came back to her every time. Grabbing ahold of 2 glasses of something that smelled good to drink, Aisynn handed one to F'ren. "A toast, To new beginings. Ours and the new Weyrlings." She raised her glass for him to clink against before downing the sweet smelling stout beverage. It left her gasping for breath and hanging onto F'ren to keep from falling. When she could breathe again, she looked up at the man with a tear streaked face and started laughing. "I think that one needs to be sipped, s l o w l y."
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Post by hbk on May 7, 2012 20:48:07 GMT -5
.:: K'vett ::.Assistant Weyrlingmaster
K'vett's eyes roved the crowd as he looked for a promising person to spend the evening with. After all, Hatching Feasts were all about having fun. Suddenly a face caught his attention, and the bluerider smiled as he made his way towards D'isk. The greenrider was looking more than fetching, and K'vett figured he might as well try his chances with him.
"Good evening, D'isk." He said as he came up to the slightly taller man.
.:: Zaylee ::.
When Zaylee noticed that J'zen was free of a dance partner she quickly weaved her way through the throng of people and over to the bluerider, "Do you think I could get the next dance, J'zen?" She smiled as she came up to him, placing a hand on his forearm as she spoke. The greenrider, as social as ever, had noticed that J'zen was a great dancer and someone that knew how to have a good time, and that was exactly what she wanted for the evening.
.:: F'ren ::.Wingsecond
F'ren laughed, shaking his head at the way Aisynn tried to down the stiff drink. It didn't surprise the man that the woman found the drink a bit too much, "Yeah, you have to take it easy with these." The Wingsecond agreed, taking a sip of his and savoring the strong, sweet flavor that then slid down his throat in a slow burn. It definitely wasn't a drink for amateurs.
With an arm still securely around the greenrider's waist, F'ren gave her neck a quick nuzzle before pressing a kiss to her ear, "We'd better go get to our seats. They'll be bringing the new Weyrlings in to introduce them before long.
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Post by Yuu Kanduet on May 8, 2012 14:58:03 GMT -5
A small smile worked its way onto J'zen's face as he looked down at the woman in front of him. J'zen and Zaylee had Impressed together and then spent the next year of their lives in the same weyrling class, and that allowed J'zen to feel more relaxed and himself than with the last young lady he had danced with. It was hard not to trust someone you had shared such arduous training with. "Why Zaylee, I would love it if you would join me for the next dance." J'zen covered the hand touching his forearm, and gently pulled it off so that he could lead the Greenrider to the dance floor. There was an upbeat song playing, and J'zen instinctively counted the beats in his head so that he could glide seamlessly into the dance. Even as a harper, J'zen had possessed no real talent for dancing at first, and it had taken him years to become as proficient as he was. J'zen would never admit it, but he still sometimes found himself counting the beats of the dance in order to remain perfectly in sync. "So, what do you think of the newest weyrlings? I have noticed they seem to get younger every Hatching." Turning swiftly and drawing away for a moment as the other couples mirrored their movements, J'zen smirked at the couple trying to remain with the rest of the dancers. "It would appear they have had enough wine." The words were whispered conspiratorially as if J'zen and Zaylee were sharing some big secret. Before the dancers swung away and out of sight. Forgetting them,J'zen focused back on the dance. There was a part in the music that signaled a lift in the dance, and J'zen lifted an eyebrow as if to say, "Ready?" D'isk noticed K'vett making his way towards him and smiled politely at the older Bluerider. Self-consciously, D'isk gave himself a mental once over. He was wearing simple grey slacks and a form fitting long-sleeved and collared black shirt. His shoes were riding boots, but they were mostly hidden by his slacks. It wasn't too fancy. D'isk wasn't really the dress up type, and that made him feel a little under-dressed. Still, when K'vett finally made it to D'isk, the Greenrider had another more friendly smile plastered on his face. "Good evening K'vett. I see your new weyrlings are an interesting batch, not as interesting as my weyrling class though. No one can compare to the trouble Kalith and I got into." D'isk made a gesture towards the people on the dance floor and milling about in groups. "Why aren't you immersed in the festivities? What brings you back here to the dark corners in which we skulkers reside?" The straight face D'isk had attempted to hold had dissolved into an amused grin, and D'isk couldn't help the small snort of amusement he had given at the end. The idea of himself trying to be sneaky was laughable.
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Post by hbk on May 8, 2012 16:54:43 GMT -5
.:: Zaylee ::.
Zaylee laughed as J'zen pulled them seamlessly out onto the dance and into the throng of other dancers. The greenrider was effortlessly graceful and the dancing came naturally to her as she moved in response to J'zen's body. The bluerider was an excellent partner, Zaylee would admit, because he was tall and nimble, and never ceased to make his partner look good.
When the bluerider pointed out the couple that had, obviously, had far too much to drink already, she grinned, "Yes, it seems that they began their celebration during the Hatching. They won't remember this at all."
"I think an excellent group Impressed on the Sands tonight, although there were still Candidates left over that I think have incredibly potential... and not just because Aphrioth Searched them! Hopefully they'll do well at Rhiannoth's Hatching."
When the part in the music came for a lift, Zaylee smiled at J'zen and braced her hands on his arms, "Ready!"
.:: K'vett ::.
K'vett was surprised to hear that D'isk considered himself one of the outliers. The greenrider was certainly attractive, and the bluerider had already seen more than one person turn an appreciative eye in his direction.
"You bring me over. I was wondering if you would, perhaps, care to dance? And if not that, then at least indulge me in sharing some wine." K'vett's smile revealed his white teeth, a sharp contrast with his sun burnished skin.
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Post by Yuu Kanduet on May 8, 2012 22:14:35 GMT -5
Tensing his arms, J'zen lifted Zaylee and swung her in time with the other dancers. He may have left her in the air a beat longer than necessary, but he eventually brought her down with a playful chuckle and resumed the dance. Zaylee was an excellent dancer, and J'zen was in a good mood. "You move very well, as if you own the floor. Perhaps I should allow you to lead." The suggestion was made in jest, but J'zen rather enjoyed the idea. With a swift turn of his heel, J'zen turned opposite the way everyone else had and reversed their roles. Zaylee was now leading, and he was laughing as he followed. "In a few moments there will be another lift. I do hope I am not too ungainly in your arms." A light blush dusted D'isk's cheeks and he turned away from K'vett with an unconvincing cough as he attempted to collect himself before speaking. Once he felt the heat of his face cooling, D'isk turned back and gave a sheepish expression. "I can't dance. I never learned as a child, and then no one ever taught me as an adult. So I remain over here drinking and occasionally talking. I guess that means, I'll be going with the wine option then. I suggest the white, we have some from the North now that we are Searching there, and this one Hold makes some good stuff." D'isk had a higher tolerance than some, but he had already had a few glasses. He would have to watch his intake from now on. He really didn't like being completely drunk. Being buzzed was fine. Being tipsy was okay. Being drunk was mortifying.
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Post by hbk on May 9, 2012 21:15:01 GMT -5
.:: Zaylee ::.
Zaylee tossed back her head and laughed when J'zen switched their places, making Zaylee the lead as they continued the dance. A shank of Zaylee's golden, blonde hair fell free from its loose clip, framing her face as they danced.
"I hope you're lighter than you look." The greenrider teased mercilessly, as she realized that the next lift in the dance was coming up, and if they didn't switch positions before then she would be "lifting" J'zen. The bluerider was by no means overweight or out of shape, but stood more than a head taller than Zaylee and was sure to weight considerably more.
When the lift came, Zaylee hooked her hands under J'zen's arms to lift him and heaved, a laugh escaping her as the bluerider didn't even budge, "Agh!"
.:: K'vett ::.
K'vett found himself more and more intrigued by the greenrider. How did someone come to the Weyr without learning how to dance? Dance was such a great way to celebrate and express ones emotions.
"You know, I could teach you how to dance sometime, if you're willing to brave me as an instructor." The bluerider flashed an easy grin at D'isk, thinking it absurd that someone had not come along before now and taken the greenrider under their wing. Shards, the more K'vett thought about it, the more he wondered if there were other things that he could teach D'isk as well.
Your rider is shy? Kavanth questioned Kalith with curiosity.
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Post by Yuu Kanduet on May 10, 2012 9:59:02 GMT -5
J'zen gave a mock gasp of hurt at the suggestion of being weighty. As they neared the lift, J'zen considered switching places again, but decided not to. It was a bit of fun, and he was enjoying the following role. Zaylee was a truly gifted dancer, and J'zen liked seeing her in the more active of the two dancing roles. When the lift failed, J'zen laughed breathlessly. "Should I have jumped?" He teased lightly, no real menace in his words. The music of the dance was winding down, and J'zen gave a small whine as the pair executed some of the last maneuvers of the dance. The end of the song was always a sad thing, unless the song was terrible. Then it was better if it ended sooner. "Zaylee, would you be terribly indisposed if I asked for another dance? Of coarse a good cup of wine is in order first. All this flailing about on the dance floor has left me with a terribly dry throat. There was a pause as D'isk really thought about the offer K'vett was making. Dancing did look like great fun if the laughing and happy dancers were anything to go by, but at the same time, D'isk wasn't sure he would be any good at it. Would K'vett believe him silly if he couldn't even master something so simple as a dance? "I am not sure I would be any good. I don't have a graceful bone in my body. Even my fighting technique is blocky and relies heavily on force. Yet, I find myself interested all the same. Okay, I will let you teach me to dance." D'isk had been leaned idly against the table with his long legs crossed in front of him, but now he straightened up. The position had been cramping his wrists. Kalith gave an amused snort. Only around attractive men.
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Post by ♥Rizu-Chan♥ on May 11, 2012 1:03:09 GMT -5
Hinuk[Weyrbrat & Brat Pack Leader] Why was it so hard to feel happy for his friend? And moreover, why did things always seemed to go wrong one way or another?
Hinuk had returned back from the Infirmary, having given Tschermak a visit to make sure the other boy was alive after his path crossing with the pale blue hatchling Issiodorensith. Nothing too bad or of dire importance had been damaged, thankfully, but the Brat Pack leader couldn’t help but shiver slightly at the memory. That was the second time he’d seen blood spilled on the sands – again from a young child of the Weyr and, in a sense, on his watch.
Sure, Tschermak might not be part of the Brat Pack; but with all the times in their childhood they had pinned at least half or more of their pranks on the poor lad Hinuk couldn’t deny he did worry about the quiet weyrbrat sometimes. They had just never come around to getting to know him better, and he was such an easy target it was almost a crime not to take advantage of the kid. It was something he would have to remedy later, he figured – as Hinuk grew older in turns the lad slowly started to understand what being a leader was really all about.
And it was that realization what made the young candidate squirm inside with guilt at the fact that he was jealous of Tho—T’ran. He was jealous of his best friend having impressed; for a brown Philibith was quite the magnificent beast even if he was just a hatchling, already quite a few of the older riders had complimented his color as well as appearance. He would grow big and strong; and while Hinuk felt happy and proud for T’ran he still couldn’t deny a faint pang of injustice and unfairness at it all.
How had that bronze just dared to pass him by as if he didn’t exist? The creature had even given T’ran a glance before picking that northerner lad; he hadn’t even gotten a snort from the high ranked hatchling at all.
”Pfft, it’s an offspring of Tseravith and that ugly small Queen; of course it wouldn’t know greatness when it saw it Hinuk.”
He had told this to himself for who knew how many times now, but no matter how the young kid tried to deny it deep down it did bothered the lad. It’s not like he wanted one from the brood of those two; a dragon directly from Zorometh’s loins (and clutched by Rhiannoth, the larger queen seemed like the more fitted one for the task of birthing the biggest and bestest bronze on Pern just for him) would be an infinite amount of times better – but that wherryhead of a high ranked hatchling hadn’t even given him the time of day; not even the faintest of glances at all even when it passed by almost right next to him.
Groaning to himself as he caught himself thinking about the matter again the blond weyrbrat splashed some water into his face; drying off with a clean towel nearby before finishing dressing himself up. He’d already made his father wait long enough as it was; and if he wasn’t mistaken they would be picking that annoying Jr. Goldrider on their way to the feast. With a groan the boy finished tying off his black tie – D’seus had certainly been taking his father duties seriously with both boys the past turns, teaching them everything and anything they would need – taking a moment to make sure the vibrant blue dressing shirt he wore was impeccable; as well for his fancy black pants and shoes.
”Did the clothes fit?” ”Perfect fit, dad.”
Stepping out of the bathing chambers the boy went to meat his father, taking a second in front of the mirror to make sure his hair was just as perfect. Not long ago he had cropped it quite short, the blond hair naturally much darker in the roots now making him look more like a brunette than the blond he truly was. It didn’t exactly amuse him really, though neither did it bothered him fully, and Hinuk had to admit the shorter hair was more comfortable sometimes – especially come chore time. Following his father lead they were soon out of the weyr and before Suynie’s wooden door, the older man knocking only twice before patiently waiting, just waiting. Waiting.
”D’seus.”
Finally the second leader of the Weyr deigned herself to open the door, the ‘brat arching an eyebrow just lightly as she completely missed greeting him as well – though the boy said nothing of the matter as he waited for pleasantries to finish. He might dislike the goldrider; not for personal reasons, but the boy simply found annoying how much she clung to his father and his spare time; but D’seus had taught him well enough to keep such things under wraps and not known.
”Evening Jr.Woman Suynie; you’re looking lovely this night.”
The words were spoken with a charm all of his own, as well as a bewitching smile of his. There was no doubt in all honesty, he was D’seus’ spawn alright.
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Post by ♥Rizu-Chan♥ on May 11, 2012 1:41:15 GMT -5
Thoran && Philibith[Fierce Fire Weyrling] It had been quite the long day, the dark skinned lad reflecting about it as he crashed against his bed; those gorgeous whirling eyes staring at him from the dragonet’s stone couch ever trained on His. Philibith was amazing, everything Thoran had dreamed of and far more. T’ran, Mine. You are T’ran from now on. I am your Philibith and you are my T’ran; do not forget. He gave a sigh, nodding softly in the brown’s direction as the boy carefully whipped the leftover green blood from his hands; he had just finished giving Philibith his last meal for today, the way the brown now lied on the couch as he yawned widely once an indicator that the hatchling was ready for some rest.
It really had been a long day.
Leaving to get dressed, D’seus had provided clothing not just for Hinuk but for him as well, T’ran had eventually finished grooming himself well enough for the feast. He might not be such a smooth talker as his best friend Hinuk, but the lad had certainly been taught well by his father, and now by D’seus as well these past few turns, to know how to make himself presentable when needed. The large grin on his lips was hard to tone down however; T’ran still couldn’t believe his luck. He hadn’t just impressed, but he had impressed to the dragon color he had always wished for – and Philibith was just perfect. Strong, controlled and levelheaded already the lad could tell he would be an awesome beast indeed. And large, the brown was so large even for a hatchling of his color; there was no doubt Philibith would be big.
He was perfect; together they were perfect. They would be the best brownpair in all the Weyr; and when Hinuk impressed his perfect bronze the four of them would be a force to be reckoned with. T’ran had no doubts Hinuk would one day lead a wing of his own; and T’ran wanted nothing more than to be his right hand when the time came. He could only dream that perhaps the other Weyrbrats would impress soon as well; that they would all end up in the same wing under Hinuk’s command.
He could dream, and hope. Philibith had already proved dreams could become a reality.
Finishing with his black tie, and smoothing out the dark wine colored dressing shirt, the dark skinned lad finished dressing with black pants and shoes before heading out in the direction of the feast. He was stopped momentarily by Belior, the bronze flitter fluttering over to the young lad and crooning in want of attention; and after some love and affection T’ran was able to convince the young creature to stay behind and sleep with Philibith. The brown himself didn’t seem to mind, he even seemed quite interested in the young flitter, and T’ran was glad that he and Belior seemed to get along as he left the Weyrling Barracks just in time to see the bronze Achillith moving away and to another perch. Of in the distant, in the weyrledge of the Senior Weyrwoman, he could see the pale figure of Issarith as well as her mate Tseravith; guarding the Weyrling Barracks from their perch together. It was reassuring to see the dragonets wouldn’t be completely alone while they were all gone in the feast – while the Holdless had been rather quite the past turn or two that didn’t do much to ease his mind.
On the contrary it worried T’ran that they might be plotting something – and with a freshly hatched clutch and a second on its way through gold Rhiannoth... Well, the whole Weyr seemed to be slightly more alerted and on edge than before. Soon enough however he had arrived, almost immediately lead in turn towards the line composed of some of the other new weyrlings already present. Soon they would be introduced to the rest of the community; officially starting their new path as the future dragonriders of Pern.
He could feel the excitement in the depth of his guts... the only thing the boy regretted was that his friend was not the one besides him. Still, there was Rhiannoth’s and Zorometh’s clutch; T’ran highly hoped Hinuk impressed in the first batch in order for them both to go through Weyrlinghood together, and he was sure the extroverted and outgoing weyrbrat would be ecstatic to have a son of D’seus own bonded dragon.
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Post by freya on May 11, 2012 22:21:55 GMT -5
Sareen was very nervous as she entered the weyrhall and eyed the large crowd that had already gathered. She wore a blue gown that hugged her figure though she felt very plain when compared to the other girls. The night was suppose to be one of festivities and excitement yet all Sareen could feel was disappointment. Her journey here had promised a life of excitement and of honor yet nothing had come of it. She had been left standing on the sands like many others and wondered if that search rider really knew what he'd been doing. There might be a possibility that there had been a mistake in choosing her to stand on the sands. Her steps we're pushed forward as more people poured into the room and she found herself over next to the tables. The food smelled good and her stomach growled after the day's events. Sareen went over to get some meat and a few rolls then settled on eating. It was the music that made her want to dance and she looked longingly at the dancers. It had been turns since she'd dance because back home there was no time for dancing. Her life had revolved around trying to stay safe from thread and finding enough food to eat. Sareen's feet was even moving to the music as her body desired to dance and just have fun. The eyes settled on a few of the male riders and hoped that one of them would come over to ask her to dance.
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Post by HG on May 14, 2012 20:30:19 GMT -5
There. It was all on and well, he thought it looked good enough for an event like this one. The jacket was a little tight in the shoulders. No one would really notice it and he highly doubted the sharding thing would be on long. He already felt hot in it. Everything here was warmer than home. He found himself sweating throughout the day every day since he had arrived at the Weyr. Keroon was a more temperate climate. He was adjusting the jacket with a bothered tug when Nayza yelled in at him. Everytime he thought about leaving the jacket bothered him again. Well this was not going to work for him. Finally he decided to attend sans jacket.
“No one would notice if we were.” His words came out dryly as he walked out of the boys side of the barrack. Her excitement had no effect on the young man. He didn’t think an evening of dancing and merrymaking was going to be his cup of tea. He would prefer to be taming a wild runner or maybe swimming in the lake. The stiff button up shirt was making him twitchy to boot. The garments fit him and were proper for the occasion but he would never be someone who liked being dressed like a dandy. Some men were happy to wear nicely tailored clothing Rhodri simply preferred garments suited for working.
Looking at Nayza he realized immediately he would have to be on protection duty all night. Weyrfolk couldn’t be trusted around pretty young women. It was a known fact they were womanizers. If he turned his back to her it would only be a matter of seconds before some young man tried to get her in bed with him. He should trust her judgment but when it came right down to it, girls could be awfully dumb when it came to the affections of men. He may or may not know this from experience.
He held out his arm to escort her as they were taught to do. Rhodri really was going to have to play big brother again tonight. The girl would probably dance with anyone who asked and Rhodri wasn’t fond of the activity. At all. “I hope they serve something better than wine.” He added thinking of some of the ales they had back home. He wouldn’t mind something like that. Might take the edge off from wearing such restrictive, stuffy clothes.
Rhodri led the way to the Dining Hall and had to stop at hte entrance in awe at the brilliant and intricate decor, the sheer number of people decked out in their finest clothes and the abundance of quality food and drink set on the tables. Slowly his mouth closed back up again and he looked down at Nayza. "I don't believe it." The shocked youth heard himself say as his eyes were drawn back to the splendor. He didn't know how long he remained standing there but he felt himself let go of the girl.
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Post by HG on May 15, 2012 20:41:51 GMT -5
His son’s words were polite but not overly welcoming as he caught the undertone of the boy’s voice. Unless one knew Hinuk well one would never notice. Later, they would have a talk, for now he had to concern himself with equally important matters. The Junior Weyrwoman should have an escort who knew how to make an entrance. D’seus knew himself to be that man. Arrogance was almost expected of Bronzeriders to a certain degree. And the Weyrsecond was no exception to that rule. Suynie’s beauty was only more radiant as she stepped out of her weyr in a white gown that would turn more heads than his alone. He may have to monopolize her time as much as he could tonight. Wouldn’t want another man stealing his date… and some would be daring enough to try. Glancing down at his son once more he led Suynie and Hinuk to the Dining Hall. The party was starting out in a grand fashion. Before he could say anything to Hinuk it seemed the boy had disappeared no doubt to find that rag tag group of ruffians he called friends.
The Bronzerider would not let his mind linger too long on his son. He was accompanied by a beautiful woman after all. “May I get you anything to eat or drink?” He asked formally. Later he would have to remember to congratulate J’ldaem and Sakorai. In the meantime he planned on staying so close to Suynie that any man who attempted to garner her affections that evening would be stopped. He had designs on this evening and no one was going to ruin them for him!
“Stop fidgeting or I’ll rip the blond tangle you call hair right out of that head of yours.” Her mother threatened. She was nervous about going to the Feast, dolled up and looking very much like a girl on the cusp of adolescence. The way she walked was changing, she could feel it. Her face was losing some of the baby fat of childhood. She was beginning to get pimples here and there though she was not going to be the sort of person who would have severe breakouts. Her mother had had a “talk” with her about her monthly courses which were bound to start sooner than later. She didn’t like it. She didn’t like the way her brothers teased her in her dress or the way some of the boys had begun to look at her.
Her dress was a pale purple color and came down just past her knees. It did nothing for her pale complexion but then she really had no intention of standing out. Her mother finished braiding her hair around her head and smiled in approval. At least one of them was happy about being dressed up. Her mother always enjoyed special occasions so that she could dance and wear nice clothes. The younger children were sleeping already so there really was no harm in leaving them in bed for a couple of candlemarks. Her father would check in on them regularly like he always did.
They had to make certain they looked their best because her brother was now a dragonrider. First one in their family to ever ride a dragon and she was so envious she could barely contain herself. Maybe if she had snuck out onto the Sands she could have won over a dragonet. The rules were silly about girls ages and Impressing. They should be the same for everyone, boy or girl, in her so humble and modest opinion. Seirsha found Jinx spiraling towards her which was sure to end in a crash landing into her chest. Sometimes she was not quite sure the flitter knew how to stop any other way than crashing into someone or something.
They arrived at the Dining Hall before the new Weyrlings were announced and thank Faranth for that! If they missed the announcement of her brother, she would have been given an earful about how she had slowed them down! Seeing no reason to stick with her family, she snuck off in search of some friends. Hinuk and Bahari were the first two she saw, figuring everyone would draw close to Hinuk, she walked towards him.
She didn’t say much just stood next to the blond boy. He was the leader after all, if he wanted to talk he would. Jinx was still on her shoulder but it only made her more conscious of the fact that her shoulders were bare but for the flimsy straps holding the dress up. Seirsha was so going to avoid eye contact with boys for the evening. She did not like being looked at like a…well…like a girl!
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