Golden Praise (tag: Enlightened Sky Weyrlings)

[♥Rizu-Chan♥]

Kaelitza
Dragonshield Member

”Mmm, you do have a valid argument. After all, why fix something that isn’t broken?”

Perhaps it was the past two turns of being under Marle’s guidance after the death of her first partner, but Kaelitza never did had a problem picking the man out in any situation. She was so in tune with his movements it really was second nature picking him out in a room full of people; just as he never had a problem tracking her down whenever she tried to fool him in patrols. He really was an excellent partner, he complimented her perfectly in all the things she could not do herself – and while she might have saved his skin sometimes the brunette was sure he’d done it a lot more times from the distance. Bows could be really handy things.

”I thought you’d never ask.”

As he extended his hand in invitation for a dance, along with a small wink, Kaelitza returned the gesture. Placing her much lighter and petite hand in his she allowed him to lead the way for the time being. Slow songs had never been her favorite; she rather enjoyed the more upbeat tunes of the harpers where she could truly move and sway to her charms’ graces and content. But she was not about to deny him of a song; the wine glass left forgotten back at the food tables as they made their way to the dance floor.

[HG]

Truthfully, he never felt that this sort of celebration had much to do with him. Zorometh might have a little to do with the Clutch but he did not feel he did anything at all. So he shrugged and sat back down. He was not much for sitting still long, which most people had come to know in the Weyr. He would have preferred to get up and move around, while getting their food but he could not deny the Goldrider her happiness on this occasion. He would do as he was asked though he was itching to move.

D’seus could not stop the nervous energy that had taken hold of his leg so that it trembled. The drudge listened to Suynie’s order before moving on to his. D’seus didn’t even know what he wanted to eat but he knew he had already had more than enough wine for one evening. “I will have whatever you wish to bring and I’m done with wine for the evening so a glass of water if you don’t mind. Thank you.”

Suynie might be relieved that the clutch was safely Impressed but D’seus found that only to mean more worry for himself. Even if H’nuk had not Impressed to this clutch, the size had him concerned. They could lose a lot of them to accidents if they were not careful. He was going to have to ask that they promote someone else to help K’vett. He’d speak to Weyrleader J’ldaem about it to make sure he approved the person he was thinking of appointing.

He hoped most sincerely that no accidents occurred but that in itself was rare in small clutches. Better he stress the importance of listening and paying attention in lessons to his sons. D’seus found his thought process to be a bit too depressing but he really was not in the mood to make small talk. The sooner they got their food, the sooner they would be on their way out of the Hall.

D’seus was not a patient man at times and this being an extremely exciting and happy day only left him more impatient to be out of here and discussing with Suynie what he really wanted to discuss. Even the political talk was not for the ears of drudges. Rumors spread like wildfire around the Weyr. It paid to be cautious about what you said and whom you said it around.

The woman was good with people in general so his stance and body placement was something she would read into if not consciously. He wanted to be in control. They all did. She would allow him to be as long as she got what she wanted out of it. All the long candlemarks working and training in the Dragon Infirmary, along with wing drills and keeping up with Cupith she had had next to no time to have fun lately. All she really wanted was to have a good time with a handsome man that other women would envy her for being with and to forget all the things in life which stressed her out.

He looked her over, noting all the things a man who was interested would. Oh yes, Vaylee knew how to attract men when she wanted the attention. Her brazen attitude towards him worked. He was going to spend time with her before dancing, which did not bother her in the slightest. She would be the envy of most the women their tonight. The Queenriders not included in that assessment. Three would be no reason for them to as they had Bronzers trying to win them all of the time.

Vaylee did not fancy herself any worse than a Goldrider when it came to being good at getting what she wanted.. It might be that T’shiro would not want to dance with her after all was said and done but the company would still be appreciated. He was gaging her response as if she might reject such an offer. HAH! Vaylee had no problems with chatting and eating with people. The blonde smiled a winning, charming sort of smile, “As long as I still get my dance with you.” He better be good at keeping his promises. With that thought fresh in her mind, when T’shiro offered his arm, she accepted.

She was now officially arm candy.

[♥Rizu-Chan♥]

H’nuk of Imhoth
Enlightened Sky Bronze Weyrling

”T’ran,Seirsha!”

The delight in his voice, the joy at seeing his closest friends, could barely be contained as the lad waved to them; watching them approach from a different angle to his own little group. He turned around, a smirk in his features, about to bespeak his other two friends with him... except there was only B’hari was present behind him. For a split of a second his smile faltered at realizing T’mak was nowhere to be found, before the blond composed himself just as quickly and focused his attention on the remaining other member of the Brat Pack.

”It’s been a while since we’ve all gotten together huh?”

H’nuk couldn’t blame T’mak; how many time had the boy been at the butt end of all their pranks? More than enough to break him into the spineless kid he was now; that he had impressed a brown had surprised H’nuk to no bounds. He’d actually expected the boy to impress a green, maybe a blue with some luck. It was the Brat Pack’s fault the lad was such an easy shell to push around; of course introducing him to the Brat Pack so quickly wouldn’t work out.

For now H’nuk would let him be, he and B’hari would have enough time to warm up T’mak to them in Weyrlinghood; and T’ran would be there as well in the barracks. With some luck Seirsha would impress quickly after beginning to stand in one more turn, and they could correct the mistake they’d done through all these turns.

Or at least he hoped it wasn’t too late to turn T’mak around.

[Yuu Kanduet]

D'isk continued to stare at the interior of his eyelids as he pressed his face deeper into his hands. The pressure against his eyes had him seeing spots, but he wasn't sure he wanted to face the handsome Bluerider in his current state of blunder. It was really nice that K'vett had followed him though, and D'isk felt a little bad for running off so quickly.

Taking a steadying breath and ignoring the steady wave of hopeful elation from Kalith as he peeked between his fingers, D'isk decided that things couldn't get any more embarrassing than they were now and lifted his head. The song that was playing was slow, and although K'vett said it would be easy, D'isk could already imagine his traitorous feet would screw things up.

Instead of retreating, D'isk decided to pretend this was like a fight. He never backed down from a challenge when a sword was in his hand, and if he could stay on his feet and keep his head in battle, than he could sharding hold it together long enough for a dance.

"Okay, I guess I could give it a try."

Taking the Bluerider's hand, D'isk allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. K'vett was leading now, and D'isk really hoped he'd be able to follow.

[Inadua]

Replying with a wicked grin of his own, "Oh, mark my word, there will be a dance," he laughed and left her to read as much into the comment as she may.
T'shiro wasn't terribly picky about his women. He also harboured no real sense of loyalty to any of them; but that could all change one day. In the mean time, it was nice to have a kitten on his arm such as Vaylee. It'd been too long since he'd invited anyone to his bed. He'd been too busy of late, and now wasn't a terrible time get to doing some inviting. That being the case, he might be inclined to keep Vaylee around for a while.

T'shiro took them to the banquet tables set with decoratively arranged platters displaying a variety of Pernese cuisine. Picking up a pair of plates for them to eat from, he passed one to Vaylee, then removed her arm from his so that she could make her food selection first, if she wanted.

As they went along the selections set before them, T'shiro eyed each dish with great interest but rarely picked anything up to be eaten. He soon became consistent in making some sound of disapproval beneath his breath or some quiet but comically exagerated and disappointed sigh. Periodically he would shake his head.

By the time they'd passed down the tables of food to fill their plates, T'shiro's had become a colourful aray of sweet, powdered sugary, fruity, delectable confectionaries...probably one of everything sweet to try; not to mention, nicely arranged in some pattern for his own amusement across the surface of the plate.
Well, at some point he was bound to come back for real food -but what was a good Hatching Feast without dessert first? He never ate dessert on a normal evening. Of course, that alone completely justified what was now on his plate, didn't it?

When Vaylee was ready, T'shiro led them to a table (generalized somewhere yonder) where there was still room available.
Even as he took his seat, the bronzerider signaled a serving drudge for their drinks.
"Rice wine. Unfiltered, please. Keep it filled."

[HG]

Seirsha let go of T’ran’s hand and ran over to H’nuk and hugged him. “Congratulations!” She said with a smile and then turned to hug B’hari as well. “Both of you. And you’re the two newest Bronzeriders! How awesome is that!” She paused to catch her breath and with a wicked sort of smile said, “Therion is probably pissed!” Behind the smiles and the hugs there was a longing. A longing to have what they did. She would give almost anything to be a dragonrider. Girls Impressed much less than boys and her options were much more limited. It could be many Turns before she even Impressed if she was going to Impress at all. Jealousy was not a pleasant emotion.

Catching the look on H’nuk’s face she knew to look for T’mak. Must have decided he’d rather be with his dragon. Rusath? That was the name she thought she had heard but then she had a lot of people to keep track of tonight. H’nuk must have said something to upset the other boy although she doubted it would be intentional. T’mak was sensitive to their ideas and pranks more than anyone else at the Weyr. Mostly because he bore the brunt of the damage for so long.

Not any longer though. Bronzeriders were expected to protect those who were under their command in a wing. That went for Weyrling Wings as well. It would be H’nuk and B’hari who would bear the punishments more than anyone else in the Enlightened Sky Wing. Maybe she could go and talk to T’mak in a few days. Then she would have the chance to congratulate him too although she was still jealous of them all.

Nodding, “It feels like a very long time.” Seirsha said with a slight frown. She knew she should be happy. They were all becoming dragonriders. The matter of being left behind could not be allowed to ruin the good time they could be having now. After what felt like a very long pause, “So what do you guys want to do to celebrate?” The evening had only just begun and who knew when the next time she would be able to see them all at once would be?

Good. She would enjoy whatever sort of dancing he had in mind because that was the whole reason she had approached him rather than any other man in the room. Men were easy for her to seduce on the whole. Although every so often she did enjoy a challenge, lately she had not had the time for anything of the sort. It was much more fun for her right now, to just have her way.

She removed her arm just as he let go of it. Taking the tray offered, it took her almost as long to choose her food as it took him. Not because she didn’t want to eat any of it but because she didn’t allow herself to eat some of it. The sweets he was piling on his plate would make her fat in no time. One thing she really could not stand was gaining weight. Her figure was perfect as it was, putting on any kind of weight would seriously mess with her psyche. Vaylee was going to eat light so she could dance and engage in other activities requiring her to be energetic. If she ate a lot of food, she felt sluggish.

Her tray was almost an opposite of his. It contained only a small plate of salad, a slice of bread, a redfruit and one sliver of bubbly pie. She had not worked out today then again she rarely had enough time to do a full run. All of her free time seemed to go poof these days. Tonight at least she could relax a little and have a good time. Vaylee followed T’shiro to a table and sat down on his right. “I’ll have white wine.” Cause the two glasses she had already been drinking were not enough.

“You must really love sweet things.” She said as she looked at his tray of food. Vaylee was considered a rather sweet natured person but the innuendo would likely be lost on him at this point. Taking up her fork, she ate delicately, munching on small pieces of her salad at a time. Maybe he wanted to eat in silence but Vaylee was not one to sit and be quiet when she had a chance to socialize.

[Inadua]

Giving no real answer at first, the bronzerider just smiled, chuckling under his breath.

"Intoxicating..is more to my liking. Sweets don't always interest me." T'shiro did not meet her eyes when the comment was spoken; he was busy chewing his first bite and taking his drink from the drudge who'd made it back in a timely manner.
After taking his first drink of the thick, filmy looking white wine, those dark hazel eyes cast their glance her way, seeming more attentive.

"You're in Illume Wing aren't you? Green Cupith? Have you other family at the Weyr?"

[HG]

She was late. Slipping in at the back of the crowded hall, she clapped as the last of the new Weyrlings was called. Kyrah was not fond of these sorts of events. She worried incessantly that something could and would go wrong with so many people gathered together. Personally, it would be better for her to be out on patrol on evenings like this one. It would at least set her mind at ease. Instead she had to sate her tense nerves by watching people. Noting Kaelitza and Marle hitting it off, she shook her head. That was bad for business, no matter what anyone else said. One should never get involved with one’s partner.

The red head was wearing the same dress her mother had forced her into at the last Hatching Feast. It complimented her skin tone and her hair and came to just past her knees. Having eaten earlier that day, she decided she was not hungry and she was never one to drink alcohol. The taste of it was a bit off putting but more importantly the effects of such substances were something she frowned upon.

Since the death of her uncle at the hands of the Holdless, Kyrah had gone from being difficult to approach to being nigh unapproachable. She took her job much more seriously and went to great lengths not to spend any amount of time with people outside the Shield. Even around Shield Members she was a bit stand offish where she used to jest and play with them.

Her blue eyes were scanning when someone backed into her and skilled red wine all over. Luckily she caught the young drudge before she fell and cracked her skull open. “Do me a favor and stop drinking for the evening.” She said through gritted teeth. The red head walked toward the tables in the hopes of finding something to wipe the wine off with. Seeing J’ngi and T’gir by the wine she asked, “Have either of you seen any napkins?” Her question was completely impersonal and direct. She wanted nothing more than to get cleaned off and then hide in the corner. Thank Faranth, Jarshan wasn’t here to make her dance again.

Vaylee continued to eat though she found T’shiro to be no less interesting while they did so. He was a very intense sort of person, she gathered from his response. This did nothing to scare the blonde away. She preferred very intense men. J’ldaem was intense too and she found him most agreeable to her tastes. Men who ran hot then cold were much more interesting than the constant types. She never really was interested in settling down with anyone. Even when she was young she had decided she wanted to always be free to be with whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted.

She finished not much sooner than he did but everything was picked through on her plate as if a rabbit had eaten off of it. Simply put, she was not that hungry. Taking her wine glass she sipped the light colored liquid a couple of times before setting it down to answer his question. Her head turned towards his, blue eyes meeting his hazel. “Right on all counts, though I’m also apprenticed at Dragon Healing at the moment.” That’s right, she was beautiful, a rider and a crafter. Beat that women of the Weyr!

She nodded, “Indeed, I have a lot of family at the Weyr. My blue riding father was apparently quite promiscuous so I have tons of half siblings. I also have many cousins that I know of. Some are riders some are not. My parents are dead.” She said in a matter of fact tone. There was no emotion to it because she had no memory of either of them. “I have an identical twin, if you see someone walking around whom looks almost exactly like I do, it is Zaylee.” She knew that was an interesting piece of information.

That was quite enough about her, “I heard you were from outside the Weyr?” She asked it more as a question because honestly you could not believe half of what you heard at the Weyr. At least not when she was involved, she was very fond of rumors be they true or not!

[Inadua]

“Right on all counts, though I’m also apprenticed at Dragon Healing at the moment.”

The Bronzerider's respect for the woman heightened. She was a dragonrider and yet had also become educated outside of the field of thread fighting. Admirable to be sure. T'shiro also appreciated the fact that Vaylee's ambitious nature was not simply geared toward men, as the typical Greenrider stereotype might have one believe.

"Impressive." But then he was laughing again, "I thought I'd seen you around, but this time 'you' were different. Zaylee's is in the same wing as I."

“I heard you were from outside the Weyr?”

His answer came in a curt vociferation cut short by another drink of wine. "Mm."
Gesturing the drudge's return to refill, he continued; and T"shiro's head canted in a way that was a bit thoughtful over that, "Ah. That's difficult..."
And such was his way of indicating that she'd not get a whole lot of information on that account. At least no more than necessary.

"Rumour must be true then. I am not Weyrbred but the Weyr is my first real home, I guess. My family has always run the trade routes and roads between Cotholds and Weyrs. Because of our familiarity with travel and the dangers of being on the road, people pay us to haul Weyr tithes, trade wares, even people, from point A to point B." But of course none of that really answered how he ended up getting found on a Search if he was always on the road.
"One of my brothers, J'ngi, Bluerider of Sinreth, is also here. He was our navigator, I guess you could say. There aren't always well-traveled roads wherever you go. Sometimes we had to make our own.
Ah, and my little sister...Kaeul. If she's keeping up with her duties, she should be apprenticing in the same field as you. She is new to the Weyr -just within the last year."

((HG, I am submitting Kaeul's bio right now. My chat box isn't letting me post, but if you'd rather me not mention Kaeul just yet, I'll adjust it in the thread. I'm modifying this post now for Kyrah. ))

"Well we can talk more later. I should do as you suggested earlier and get started on my rounds." J'ngi was saying to T'gir as the red head appeared beside them. The Bluerider raised a glass to her in acknowledgement and headed off to the dance floor around which many dancers -and hopeful dancers- were congregating. Hopefully he'd have an opportunity to put his dancing skills to some use t'nite and dually impress some ladies.

T'gir was glancing up from where he lounged with legs crossed above the knee, nursing his glass of wine where it was cupped in an upturned hand with stem turned down between his fingers.

"I'm sorry to say, the napkin supply was well depleated before your arrival." A faint smile graced his light olive complexion as he slid the glass to rest upon the table before him, then rising from his chair.
The brownrider reached beneath the decorative lapel of his suit jacket to withdraw a patterned handkerchief/small hand towel that he kept folded at the inside breast pocket for such use.
"Please, use this."

[Na Qaiah]

Tishu was waiting in line for her turn to be announced. She couldn't quit smiling, she couldn't imagine being any happier then she was at the moment. Once all the hoof-er-rah was over, she headed for the tables loaded with food and drink. She was starving! She didn't realize that when Dynasth was hungry, she would be hungry. She was careful though to not overload her plate. She didn't want her jade colored dress to get ruined. The fancy gather dress matched her Dynasth's color perfectly. It was floor length and had a silky see through over lay that had tiny green sparklies that was placed to resemble a dragon in flight.

She loved feasts, and this one was even more important to her now that she was part of the reason for the feast. She moved out of the way so others could reach the tables easily. She made sure to stay out of the way as others were moving back and forth around her. She thanked every one that congratulated her. She noticed that many of her clutchmates were enjoying themselves and even some were dancing. She had no intention of dancing, she had two left feet.

Tishu wasn't going to stay very long, she didn't want to leave her beautiful greens side any longer then she had too. Once her hunger was abaited, she was starting to get sleepy. Dynasth's sleepiness was spilling over to her. Once no one seemed to be watching her as close, Tishu started making her way toward the door. She didn't know how long Dynasth would sleep, but she knew she would have to get up when she was hungry. She got stopped by a older rider that wanted to welcome her to dragonriderhood, just before she could escape. She wouldn't be rude, but she was going to insist on leaving quickly as she could.

[Inadua]

A stumbling step through the doorway brought Neande at such a late hour to the celebration feast. The girl's hands came up, hugging herself, where lengthy wavy blonde tresses carressed bare shoulders. The powder blue dress was V-necked, sleeveless, and nearly knee length, stylistically rouched along the sides. But no one got Neande into a nice dress without the girl inevitably adding her own touches; Bright yellow stockings she wore beneath the dress and somehow she'd made it in with low-heeled shoes only half secured to her feet -which must have been the cause of her stumbling.

After a long moment standing there, Neande brought her hands down, pale blue eyes dancing as they surveyed the room's many occupants. Her posture straightened a bit.
As she found D'seus standing with Suynie, she seemed to shy away from wanting to move in that direction. Finding him with such a beautiful woman was a little intimidating. But wonderfully set tables of food quickly caught her attention.

The girl disappeared into all the crowds, coming out the other side where, clasping hands together before her, she beamed, obviously rather pleased at the prospect of tasting each of the delicacies arranged before her.


((yah, .. muse flew away. So I'mma throw this out there for now just to get the ball rolling.))

[parallel]

Marlaey of Gold Elynth

Donned in an unusually feminine outfit, Marlaey walked slowly into the dining hall, peering about. She still felt slightly nervous around the other two goldriders, especially now that both had flown and clutched, and that was still with the tension going on between them. Much was going to expected of her and her dragon very soon. It worried her, but Elynth was always there to calm her fears. The golden dragon was pleased with the new arrivals at the weyr and Marlaey could feel her excitement emanating from her. she wanted a clutch of her own. Biting her lip, Marlaey tried to push such thoughts away as she lifted a glass of wine from a table nearby.

Her eyes wandered about the room, searching for someone to speak with so she wouldn't look so out of place. She was a queenrider on the outside but she was still shy and awkward on the inside.

Don't be foolish, you a a queenrider inside and out, Elynth commented. Go talk to one of the wingleaders, or some of my clutchmate's riders, you know them well.

P'lel of Brown Revyketh

No way! I'm too busy! Considering the fact that you lost her, I really think that you should be the one to find her again! Revyketh's mirth echoed in P'lel's mind as the young brownrider jogged down a corridor leading to the dining hall. He lost his cat, Rollitum. Again. She used to be such a good, annoying little kitten who followed him and Rev around everywhere, but lately she kept disappearing. Ahh.. She's growing up.. the brown murmured wisely. P'lel ignored him and called his bronze flit to his side. "Kialio, will you go and find Rollitum? Just make sure she's all right please." The little bronze chirped his affirmative and popped between once again.

Shaking his head, P'lel pushed open the doors to the dining hall and finally joined the Feast.

[hbk]

The bluerider smiled, the tension easing from his body as the greenrider finally accepted his hand. K'vett wasn't sure what had made D'isk so self-conscious but he was determined to show the slightly taller man that he had no reason to be shy. D'isk was the kind of good looking man that anyone should be glad to have, K'vett reasoned as he led the way out onto the dance floor. Luckily the song was still one of the slower ones and with ease K'vett curled his arm and pulled D'isk close.

"Now this is a simple box step," he instructed as he positioned D'isk's hands in the correct place and then pointed down at their feet, "your feet follow mine. When my left foot steps back," he pulled D'isk, "your right foot goes forward."

"Likewise, when my right foot goes forward," he took a step closer to D'isk, "your left foot goes back."

K'vett couldn't help but notice how nice it felt to be this close to the greenrider, and for a moment he forgot that they were surrounded by a sea of other people dancing as well. For that moment it felt like just the two of them, "Simple enough, yeah?"

"Oh look," Marle remarked as he and Kaelitza effortlessly whirled around the dancefloor, "Kyrah has decided to come.... And in a dress." It was no secret that their comrade, and fellow member of the Dragon Shield, was not much for celebrations or dressing up, especially if it involved looking like a lady for a change. It was a pity, Marle thought, because Kyrah was obviously drawing the attention of the men in the room. Still, he understood her reasons for seclusion and her drive to eradicate the Holdless, but Marle believed that all work and no play made you a bitter person, and for them life was too short for bitterness.

As the song changed into something more lively, the man grinned, and gave Kaelitza a twirl, his feet immediately switching to match the new rhythm. He knew that his dance partner would enjoy the more upbeat song.

As a few songs passed by and so did the food on their plates, Suynie finally looked over at D'seus and smiled, "Do you think we've been here long enough to excuse ourselves?" She had enjoyed exchanging pleasantries over Rhiannoth and Zorometh's success. Still, more than the food on her plate, or the well wishes from others, Suynie was ready to celebrate privately with D'seus. Not only that, but she got the distinct feeling that the Weyrleader's Second was impatient to be gone as well.

[HG]

She recalled Zaylee mentioning T’shiro being her wingsecond though the other woman was not as attracted to Bronzeriders as Vaylee was. They interested her, which was really the long and short of it. People who were different in some way than herself or had a more mercurial temperament seemed to draw her to them. Men who ran hot then cold were much more fun in the short time she knew them then men who were steady and constant.

His life story was already much more interesting than her own though she knew he had left things out. Everyone had their secrets. She knew better than to inquire about them. The great mysteries of individuals were better left to their shrouded existence.

Her plate was taken as she finished the little that was there to begin with while he talked. “Then I expect you saw a great deal of the Southern Continent. It must have been quite thrilling.” Not that Vaylee would have enjoyed moving all the time and not having lasting friendships or becoming well known among your companions. No, she really had a charmed life thus far and could not complain. Even if a trade caravan sounded like a very good way to meet a lot of people but never truly get to know them.

“Oh, Kaeul. Yes, I know her well actually.” She paused sipping some more of her wine. “I never would have realized she was your sister, she’s much smaller than you and your brother.” But then most the women she knew were smaller than she was. Someone needed to learn about Weyr etiquette. She’d have to talk with the girl about how it was impolite not to introduce friends to one’s handsome brothers. She’d introduce Kaeul to hers if they weren’t all gay or newly impressed. While Vaylee’s thoughts were not the most kind her face was masked in happiness and mirth. Her smile was constant on evenings such as this one.

She watched the bluerider leave without interest. She’d only come over to get cleaned off after all. Kyrah was never one to get to know riders anyway. She preferred her solitude. At the man’s announcement that there were no napkins she frowned. Her mouth twitching from one side to the other for a moment, as she thought about what to do next. Before she could leave the area in search for more, the man offered her his own personal handkerchief. She didn’t take it right away, simply stared at it a moment. Then her pale, slender hand took it from his.

“Thank you.” She said, not really knowing what else she was supposed to say. As awkward as she was in social situations with strangers she was the opposite when fighting them. She knew what to do in a battle.

Still she could hear her mother muttering in her head about formalities and being more social. As she began to wipe what she could from her skin (cause really the dress was unimportant) she attempted to converse. “I uh, don’t believe we’ve met.” Actually they just had but she knew nothing about him. Not even a name and her mother would be wanting to know later when she asked her about who she had spoken with at the Feast and why she wasn’t meeting more men. Kyrah didn’t plan on dragging out a long conversation but enough of one to keep her mother off of her back.

“Kyrah, of the Dragon Shield.” She held out her now clean hand in greeting. Now that the affected skin was no longer wet and in no danger of becoming sticky she went to hand back the handkerchief but before she did so she asked, “I can get it cleaned for you if you would prefer?” Although he probably wouldn’t get it back for a long time then since she was very slow at getting her laundry to the laundresses.

Everyone was distracted now, as far as D’seus could tell. So now that the congratulations and such were over, he was thinking they were ready to leave quietly. He had lost sight of his son in the crowds of people though no doubt the boy was with his friends. Hopefully none of the Weyrlings stayed up too late. Unlike the full riders, they would be up first thing, dealing with the demands of new dragonets. Right before he went to mention they could leave to Suynie he caught sight of his long-lost daughter whom he had sent for when her mother had unfortunately died. He needed to talk to her at a later time for now he was simply glad she had come and mingled with other people.

At Suynie’s suggestions, he smiled. “Oh I don’t think anyone will miss us at all.” He stood up slowly and offered his hand to her. Thank Faranth they were getting out of here which was all he had wanted to do all evening. That dress certainly wasn’t helping his patience level. He was going to be more than happy to help the Junior Weyrwoman out of it.

[Inadua]

“Then I expect you saw a great deal of the Southern Continent. It must have been quite thrilling.”

The bronzerider's eyes seemed to light up at Vaylee's recognition of Kaeul. With a chuckle he appologized on behalf of his sibling, "You'll have to forgive her shortcomings. She tends to be shy and too soft spoken."
His appology made it sound as if such traits were something not to be desired in a woman; as if his sister truly needed to be excused for some erroneous behaviour. The truth of the matter however, was that T'shiro was simply being modest for Kaeul's sake, not disapproving of her character.

As T'shiro took a final drink from his glass. When he set it back to the table, his smile matched hers for a moment. He saw that Vaylee's plate was nearly empty, and there was enough alcohol in his veins now, that he could suffer the dance floor with a bit more ease, so the Bronzerider stood, offering Vaylee his hand. "Would you like to dance?

“Thank you.”...“I uh, don’t believe we’ve met.”

T'gir was silent and remained standing as Kyrah cleaned herself up. Almost right away, he noticed that her presence was different. Such a thing always intrigued him, so in those moments even as she took the hand-towel, he studied her expression -whether there was much of one to be read or not. While she was still looking up, he took in everything about her eyes that he was able.

Most people carried their expression in their body language or the expression of the mouth, being that these were the easiest to control and to read. But T'gir did not read these signs as much as he read people's eyes. Few people truly understood how to read eyes, feeling they were able to rely primarily on other expressive features in the face or body. Because of the lack in strength of muscles surrounding the eyes, fewer people still, consciously used their eyes to express emotion -they were both more difficult to control and to read. Still, the use of the eyes in expression remained extant, even if it was purely subconscous, and even as it was difficult to reveal expression using just the eyes, it was equally as difficult to mask the them.


That being the case, most people found T'gir difficult to read, because he, more than any of his peers, used his eyes in expression, leaving himself comparitively devoid in expression in regards to other features. It was easy to pass him off as someone who was guarded or unfeeling, disaffected or cold, but such had never been the case with him. At least he didn't think so. Nevertheless, that is how most understood him...

“Kyrah, of the Dragon Shield.”

For the briefest of miliseconds, surprise came into T'gir's eyes. She was a member of the Dragonshield? So young! She looked very young, anyway. How old could she be?

It was after she offered her hand and he took it with a courteous bow in the waist that he spoke. Being that Kyrah felt a bit uneasy, T'gir willed that his voice came across as very soothing; but it was not without a typical measure of confidence. "T'gir. Of Brown Siglith. I am glad to learn your name. Siglith and I should thank you for your diligent efforts to safeguard our well-being."

His demeanor, ever stoic, gave away a self-assured nature -and it wouldn't seem that that assurance was completely misplaced, because he did not wear it with haughtiness. What might strike one next, was the aura of calm that embraced him. It was the same calm that had bled through the sound of that alluring voice and could be felt in the air around him almost tangibly. Much like the irrevocable tranquility induced by fellis, that gently coercing calm could slowly creep over those in his presence, instilling that same sense of peace.
But it was certainly not a calm left unchanging at all times. This was just one of its many forms.


And as the brownrider withdrew his hand, taking notice of the calouses on Kyrah's own, he sorted through his brain for a match, but was unable to pinpoint what her fighting specialty might be.

“I can get it cleaned for you if you would prefer?”

"That will be unnecessary. It is I who is endebted to you, after all."
T'gir accepted the handkerchief, folding it in a meticulous manner before returning it to the breast pocket it'd been taken from.

"If you're by yourself this evening, I'd be glad to have you join me for a bit."

Kaeul had not made it to the hatching feast. She had been working through the evening to get ahead in her regular duties. Soon the new hatchlings would need a lot of care that would foreseeably take up a lot of her time, making it more difficult to get to the more mundane but sometimes time-consuming tasks.
In any case, she'd make sure to swing by the Weyrhall to get a glimpse of all the decorations and festively dressed people closer to the close of the evening. Everyone would be up for a while yet. Hmmmm.. she was getting hungry, though. Maybe she should sneak by the kitchens for a quick bite to eat before finishing up?

Kaeul gave a vigorous shake of her head, chewing her bottom lip as she finished rolling another bandage, stocking it with the rest of them. No, that just won't do. She thought to herself. She should finish her task at hand and then get something to eat.