Graduation Celebration (All Weyr members invited!)

[magic]

Lyunne & Q'tre had become firm friends during their Weyrling training. Both had grown up, both had learnt a lot about each other. They were like brother and sister, and both Odinth and Morriganth enjoyed each others company. They knew that when the Green rose it could be awkward, but they knew things would work out, after all they had found the Dragonriders when they had thought that was a shot in the dark.

Q'tre grinned at Lyunne as her name was called out as joining Illume Wing, he clapped his hands with the rest, congratulating his fellow graduates. They weren't weyrlings any longer, now they were proper Dragon riders and he couldn't have felt prouder.

Lyunne was feeling the same, it was an honour to be here, to be receiving her place on a wing. She looked at her Green, Morriganth looked smug, as if she had always known they would graduate, but there had been times when Lyunne had wondered.

Now the pair had done it, all that was left was to celebrate with the others, and too look forward to what lay ahead. Another clutch on the sands, a new class of weyrlings. Already eager candidates watched and waited, imagining when it would be them here, standing as fully fledge riders. It was a proud day for all at the Weyr.

[Ise]

Zayten had to come to the graduation. Well he would have gone to any graduation, it was a party and the young man did love parties. But this one was special for him. Both Vaylee and Zaylee were becoming riders and he had to support his half-sisters. His brothers had joined him as well, though the siblings had quickly gone their separate ways as they spotted their friends in the graduation crowd as well.

Both of his sisters were placed on the Weyrleader’s wing and Zayten cheered loudly for them. It was always an honor to be on the Weyrleader’s wing and he knew that Vaylee had been worried about either wing wanting to take her and Cupith since Cupith was so small. He had scolded her more then once for thinking like that. After all, every dragon was important, big and small.

Once all the new riders had been tapped, Zayten went looking for the twins. He came across Vaylee first, giving her a quick hug before he took a moment to admire her dress. While he hadn’t made the dress, he had adjusted it for his sister, two turns of hard work as a weyrling had given her a little extra muscle and had required a little work for many of her dresses. Zayten on the other hand was dressed nicely but not in his best things, this was a day for the new riders as all, he didn’t need to try and bring more attention to himself. In fact, he would even be nice enough to not try and flirt with any of the boys who caught Vaylee’s eyes.
“You look beautiful Vaylee, as always. I’ve already spotted a couple of guys who couldn’t stop looking at you. Shall we make them all a little jealous?”
Zayten didn’t wait for her to answer, already knowing what she would say. He took one of her hands and lead them through the crowd to the area cleared out for dancing. He switched the grip on her hand and placed his other on her hip. He was far from the best dancer in the Weyr but he wasn’t a klutz and he enjoyed it.

[Ise]

While for most people a graduation party was a chance to relax and have fun, for Emera it was more work. A headwoman never got a day off. Even when she was sick she was still sending out orders for other people and making sure that everything got done. And the healers couldn’t even scold her for it anymore, Orlai could be sent around with her orders instead of the elder woman hobbling around the Weyr.

Even though making sure everything would be ready for the graduation was hard work, it was something that Emera enjoyed. Few people truly noticed all the effort it went into pulling it off and that was fine with Emera, it meant she was doing a good job. Emera had listened as the names of the new riders were called, clapping politely at the names and whispering little things about each new rider to her niece Eira. This one was from the North, that one had been a trouble making but had turned into a fine young man, and did Eira remember this girl and hadn’t she grown up to be such a lovely young woman?

The headwoman had dressed in a simple but nice white dress. Her only accessory was her gold fire lizard, who had stayed away during the tapping ceremony but was now perched on her shoulder. She stopped a couple of the kitchen girls who wandered around with drinks, asking them how much there still was in the kitchens before letting them go again and frowned slightly at Eira, who was still standing beside her.
“Why don’t you go talk to some of the others. I see there are some of the new candidates here as well. And some nice boys around here as well. Why, there’s Z’kor. Such a nice young man, I think you said you know his brother Zayten.”
So what if the man was a green rider, he was very polite and charming with everyone, men and women.
“Or there are some very nice young ladies over there Eira…”

[blue]

This was the first graduation celebration that Eira has ever attended. The last one she could of attended, happened when she was ill. Honestly, the ceremony itself wasn't all that interesting and she simply clapped for the riders when called while listening to her aunts whispers. Her head bobbed in acknowledgment every now and then, the little tidbits of information was interesting that was for sure. Now, even if she wouldn't admit it she did find a few of the new graduates handsome or cute.

At least for now, she was enjoying herself and was watching people mingle for now. Her aunt did a wonderful job, Eira thought so anyways seeing as it looked like everyone was having a good time. She let the older woman speak to one of the kitchen girls and was about to snag a glass of wine for herself when she was literally frowned at. The younger woman did not need to be able to read minds to know what her dear Auntie Em was going to say. Mentally, she cringed as she was pointed to Z'kor who was the older brother of Zayten. It wasn't that she didn't thought the rather polite man as ugly or anything, far from it, it was just that she had a hard time walking up to someone she did not know in this sort of setting. Weird, sure. It was just one of those quirks she didn't know where she picked it up.

That was when her aunt had to point out there were some very nice young ladies over in a different direction. Her face turned ten shades of red as she looked over at her aunt. “Funny...” The young woman commented lightly. Why did it automatically meant that because she did not have a husband or man she was seeing, it meant she liked women? Sighing she smoothed out her dark blue dress that shown a bit of leg before moving away from her aunt and walked past those nice young ladies to talk to N'var. “Congratulations, but...” Eira's eyes fell on Razia and she couldn't help but smile as she looked up at N'var. “Razia seems to be trying to kill you with a look only. Do you two not exactly get along?” Really she didn't know that the two hated each other, just that she was friendly with both of them at the very least.

~ Eira's Dress ~

[Marnark]

R'gar was not at all surprised to be placed in a wing. He actually thought it somewhat ridiculous that some of the youth were afraid they wouldn't be. They were dragonriders, and what good was a dragonrider that wasn't in a wing? It was only logical. Dragons and riders would be placed in wings. Which wing, now that was a different story.

The tapping ceremony had been a bit long winded, but at least it had been fast paced and it finished quickly. Standing about smartly was a difficult thing for him to do ... he was used to action, quick thinking and moving. But now there was more of the same, so far as he was concerned. He stood there without much of any inclination to join in the festivities even if it was for his class that it was thrown.

Food and drink didn't fascinate him, and he certainly didn't have anyone to dance with.

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That didn't stop C'mar however. Not having anyone to dance with was something he was usually pretty good at fixing. He wasted no time at it either. There was one pretty lass that he'd been watching for awhile, and now (apparently?) the rules of leaving the girls alone had been lifted. At least, he hoped that was the case as he swept through the crowd toward his target.

Of course, being as tall and as broad as he was, people tended to get out of his way for fear of getting knocked plumb over. Some might have suspected he was a Bronze or Brown rider, the way he looked. Not a blue. But eh. Such was life. C'mar didn't care. Lokith was a dragon after his own heart!

Reaching his destination, he swept an arm around the slim waist of that pretty yellow dress and twirled her around before finally coming to a halt. "Why the long look? How about you come dance with me, eh? You sure are making that dress very pretty, today. It would be a shame to not give it a few twirls around the floor, what do you say?" He asked with a smile, laying it on thick and heavy in an effort to get Razia to agree.

After all, it didn't look like she'd been claimed yet. Early bird got the worm!

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She was late. Very late. In fact she had missed the entire actual ceremony. But she didn't care - she didn't care much for ceremonies of any type. Really now. They were boring, at best. Tiring at worst. But she had arrived finally, and late was better than never.

She was also completely and totally unrecognizable if a body couldn't recognize her by face alone. For Jarshan was presented in a fashion almost unseen in all of her days. She wore a floor length dress, in character to her only in that it was black. It was backless, but had a complete front. Her dark hair was neither loose or pulled into its customary bun, but was instead pinned into a more or less tamed fountain of ringlets that piled down her back and across her shoulders.

Of course, those that knew her knew that even in such fine attire, she was probably still armed to the teeth with blades concealed in all sorts of interesting locations under the fine fabric that seemed to reveal only womanly curves.

For once, she did appear the part of a woman, instead of her usual ... well ... Jarshan-ness.

She swept into the hall and between the Riders that seemed to tower over her, navigating her way flawlessly with felinoid grace across the crowded expanse. Coming upon Kyrah just as she dismissed an admirer, Jarshan swept up to her and caught her by an elbow. "Now come on." She chided. "Let it go a little, go have yourself a dance. You just might like it. A dance doesn't tie you down for life, or even the evening. Have some fun." She encouraged the younger Shield, with smile and a wink. "I got this. Enjoy yourself."

Releasing Kyrah's elbow and giving her a small encouraging push toward the dance, Jarshan moved on again despite any protests Kyrah might have leveled at her. Jarshan was on a mission, and it wasn't an easy one. But then, locating a particular body in a large crowd when you were shorter than almost everyone else was never easy.

But not impossible. Finally, she found her target. Interjecting herself at D'ero's elbow, Jarshan swiped his toasting wine and tasted it with a very speculative look on her face. "What is this talk of pies and work? The two don't go together unless you're a cook." She surmised.

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A'lez was present, as was only natural. He had had a rather large hand in the proceedings of the ceremony and then in kicking off the festivities. While it was customary for the Weyrleader to be the one to dance the Weyrwoman, A'lez had kept it brief. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it, but it was entirely impossible to miss the rather jealous looks he was getting from D'seus.

It was impossible to forget that the Lady Weyrwoman was a claimed woman, for sure. So for decency's sake, he only danced her so far as decorum called for, before retiring to a seat at the table to sip some wine and merely watch the young folk sort themselves out.

He was going to have his hands full, he could tell already. And in more than just his own wing. A'lez was aware that he was going to have to keep an eye on D'seus and his apparently claimed apprentice bronzer. Who just so happened to have the same personality quirks. If it had been possible, A'lez would have separated those two. But arguably, D'seus had a point. He needed another Bronze in his wing.

But that didn't mean A'lez had to allow them to corrupt each other with their egos. Good night those two were going to be a handful to keep after.

[Lady Smara]

Refuge Weyr boasted its own set of Harpers, for which it was very proud of. Each one learning from the previous, it had become a tradition within the family to learn from their parent and so it was when the original Harper that came to Refuge Weyr stepped down, he handed the reigns to his son, Arlin. It was Arlin and his son, Filkos who set up a small area in the corner for dancing and music. Several different drums were set around one chair while two guitars and even a set of pipes were nearby. As the touching finished, Harper Arlin nodded to Filkos and as his son disappeared Arlin picked up one of the guitars and began the night with a familiar song; The Golden Egg of Faranth.

By the Golden Egg of Faranth
By the Weyrwoman, wise and true,
Breed a flight of bronze and brown wings<
Breed a flight of green and blue.
Breed riders, strong and daring,
Dragon-loving, born as hatched,
Flight of hundreds soraing skyward,
Man and dragon fully matched.

It celebrated the Weyr and on this proud day the Weyr had everything to celebrate. Keeping that in mind, he easily slid into another old favorite. He was being careful to keep to songs that had been brought from the North Originally. This particular class had the Weyrs first Northern visitors within it that the South had seen in some time.

Dragonman, dragonman,
Between thee and thine,
Share me that glimpse of love
Greater than mine.

It was during the second song that Filkos returned to the Weyr Hall, his hand holding the hand of the pale daughter of the harper family. He guided her carefully through the crowd knowing very well that her milky eyes would see none of the weyrfolk milling around and her heightened sense of hearing would be lost within the commotion. Helping her into the little area the harpers had set aside, he put her hand on her chair before moving back and sitting behind one of the drums.

Prontin had nothing but time over the past few sevendays as she sat in the rooms provided to the Weyr Harper waiting for her ankle to heal. Now that it was fully healed, it had been her father who had asked her to come and play for the celebration. Playing for the Hall during the slow parts of the day had always been a fun past-time for the blind young woman, but it had taken much convincing to get her into the Hall while everyone was attending.

The music paused only briefly between songs as Arlin leaned over and whispered into Prontin’s ear. A slow nod came from the blind woman as she lifted her violin carefully to her chin and setting the bow upon the stings. A steady beat came from her younger brother at the drums and soon she set forth an eerie tone as her father, Arlin, added in the words to remind the Weyr what the South believed in so strongly.

Seas boil and mountains move,
Sands heat, dragons prove
Red Star passes,
Stones piles and fires burn,
Green withers, arm Pern.
Guard all passes.
Star Stone watch, scan sky.
Ready the Weyrs, all riders fly;
Red Star Passes.

Her mother had taken pains to help Prontin prepare for the occasion, helping her pull back her hair into a simple braid through which she wove a satin ribbon. It was simple, but then again it was a simple life her daughter lived. Knowing her daughter would be overwhelmed already, she chose a very conservative dress as well with a soft color that would accent her daughters pale skin rather than make her look sickly.

_{((Prontin's Dress - <3))}

Duty done, Arlin could be seen nodding to his 18 turn old son and the tempo of the drums picked up noticibly. If there was one thing the family had learned, it was how to read the crowd and this crowd was here to celebrate. Even Prontin picked up on the que, recognizing the change in the tempo. Reaching to the chair she knew would be set up beside her, she put down her violin and picked up a guitar. It also rested so naturally in her hands as the violin. Arlin would never tell anyone how many tear filled nights it had taken the family to learn how to teach the blind child, but hearing them play together now had been worth it.

_{Current Song - "It felt good on my Lips" by Tim McGraw ((Obviously with pern twists to suit the world, but you get the idea.))}

[Marnark]

At the sound of music, R'gar's attention was drawn to the Harper's corner almost on reflex. But there was only one fellow there, and that was all. Trying to figure out how to deal with his own reaction to the knowledge of Harpers being in the room, he found himself a seat and leaned back, a frown creeping across his features. Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't hardly hear the influx of the crowd, much less the music. Or the songs. He was vaguely aware that they were old dragon songs, songs that were barely remembered in archives in the north. The North that had done all it could to spurn anything draconic. As such, even these songs were not so well known.

R'gar only knew them because he was pretty well immersed in Harper lore, due to being a Healer. The two marched hand in hand a lot.

But the sound changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but have his gaze drawn that direction again. There was more there, now. Now there were three. Three Harpers ... and one of them was Prontin. He noted that she seemed to be well-healed. Standing square and even, moving without much difficulty at all. Even though he tried to tell himself that was the only reason why he looked, he knew it wasn't true.

And that wasn't a good thing. R'gar looked around, tearing his eyes from her in that pale floral dress of hers. How soon could he leave this shindig that was cast in his class' honor, and not cause a stir? Getting to his feet, R'gar started moving toward the exit.

Apollath needed an oiling, he was sure.

[freya]

Trelia was asked to dance by a random green rider and she smiled as she danced at a sort of fast song. She had loved dancing at home and had missed it with comes to the weyr. The two of them went on dancing for a few songs then she went over to get some punch and a snack. While she drank the small drink and looked around the party had picked up now that the pinning ceremony was done. It was a nice diversion from all the riders and everything that could make a person's head spin.

She couldn't wait for the eggs to hatch and smiled at the different riders. Trelia just couldn't wait to impress and just hummed to herself. The candidate was having a good time and then was asked to dance again by the handsome green rider. A dancer at heart she could never turn down the chance to dance.

[Yuu Kanduet]

Wingrider J'zen of Blue Tyreth

J'zen stood leaning against a wall well away from the party-goers. A glass of white wine was held loosely in his long fingers as he watched the people move about. Every now and then he would gracefully take a long, slow sip from his glass. His eyes never leaving their intended target even as he tipped his head back. Only once did he allow his eyes to close, and that was during the song done by the harpers of the Weyr.

Oh how J'zen envied them. To play and be recognized was once everything to J'zen. Even now with Tyreth and his new duties, J'zen would sometimes take his guitar in his hands and play a few chords. Instead of setting him to rest, those notes would cause a fire to burn within J'zen's breast until he took up parchment and quill- for he loathed writing with anything else- and wrote the words that threatened to scorch him with their intensity. Maybe once he had his own wyer for himself and Tyreth he would be able to play a few of his numbers.

Shifting his focus from the harpers and the desires that arose within him, J'zen turned once more to his people watching. The politics of human interaction amused him to no end.

J'zen took another sip of his white wine. He really needed a love interest. He was starting to sound most cynical.

[Ise]

B’ren gave Marleay a charming smile, ignoring the heavy sigh Zeuth gave him.
“Well I’m glad I didn’t hurt your feet. I can’t think of anything worse then smushed feet during a party, you can’t dance if you’re toes are hurting.”
He paused and gave her a serious look.
“You do plan on dancing don’t you? You must! And I have just the partner in mind for you…”
With a grin, B’ren didn’t wait for an answer. He took Marlaey’s hand’s in his and started to dance around, an overly dramatic dance that would have Marlaey twirling around. It was just a fun thing as he looked around, finally spotting his short fellow rider. He shifted their direction a bit and continued to dance and twirl Marlaey around, making sure that he didn’t get her too dizzy before he came up beside Or’yn. With perfect coordination, B’ren switched what bronze rider Marlaey was dancing with and had Or’yn’s empty glass in his hand.
“Oh yes, much better dancing partner then me. Or’yn is quite good on his feet. Much less clumsy them me.”
He gave Or’yn a pat on the back, muttering softly before he left the two alone.
“Don’t say I never did anything for you kid.”

D’ero bid Or’yn good bye as the younger man took off. He didn’t even notice that woman who had come up beside him until she took his drink and spoke. He looked down at the woman, blinking a few times. It had sounded like Jarshan but he had never seen her looking like this. But… no that was Jarshan alright. He put his arm lightly around her, chuckling a little.
“No, not work and pies together. Pies and drinks now, work is for tomorrow and A’lez makes us suffer for celebrating too hard tonight.”
He glanced around before leaving Jarshan’s side long enough to grab them each a new drink. D’ero handed her the full glass and took a moment to look her over, a little smile rising to his lips that he hide by taking a sip of the wine.
“You look really good tonight. I didn’t know owned anything this nice.”
He glanced around before leaning in close and speaking just loud enough for her to hear him.
“Much better then any servant outfit I could imagine.”
He took a little step, getting behind her so she couldn’t try to hit him. Well couldn’t hit him as easily.

Razia had been talking with her sister before she felt an arm around her waist and found herself being spun around. It was automatic for her to reach out and grab a hold of the really nice and wide shoulders of the person who had snuck up on her. She looked up to find that it was C’mar who had a hold of her and gave the Northern boy a little smirk. Between looks and the heavy lines, it was surprising that C’mar hadn’t Impressed a bronze. She looked back at Akroma, giving her sister a little wave good-bye before putting her hands up on his shoulders.
“How can I say now when you asked so nicely? And if we happen to wander near N’var, feel free to keep flattering me.”
Razia was more then willing to take any chance she could to annoy N’var and rub things in. Plus, C’mar was kind of cute and he actually had a sense of humor unlike half the guys they had been in lessons with. And really, what girl didn’t like a big strong guy who was willing to take charge?

[HG]

Or’yn

The young man was taken completely off guard as one minute he was perusing the availability of dancing partners and the next one was in his arms. It took him a moment to figure out what to do next. Seeing as they were mid-dance, the young Bronzerider went along with the switch. Or’yn unable to say anything nodded at B’ren’s words. Whatever the other Bronzer had up his sleeve was beyond the younger man. Marlaey was a friend of his which made this a lot less awkward than it could have been,

Dancing was something he was relatively good at. Feeling the flow of the music he led her more easily than one would have guessed him capable of. Or’yn had a hobby of enjoying life to the fullest and dancing was a part of that. “So that was a surprise. Never seen B’ren give up a dance with a pretty girl before.” He was honestly shocked. While he might have a slight debt now to the other Bronzer, he was sure there would never be anything he could do that would repay him.

Or’yn had an ease with people, an overconfidence that somehow dissipated when it came to situations that could potentially be romantic. He’d never been involved with a girl at all. Never kissed one or even really flirted with one. So he was fairly certain, compared to B’ren, he was not whom Marlaey would prefer to be dancing with.

The dark haired young man would not voice it aloud though. He cared too much about his own reputation of being confident in any situation. Rath would be pleased that he was dancing with a girl though. The dragon wanted him to go through the growing pains all young men went through.


Kyrah

What in the name of all that glittered was Jarshan doing? The shield woman had to be out of her mind. Right? Kyrah’s blue eyes widened perceptibly as she stared at Jarshan. She was serious. But who would the red head dance with. She’d already dismissed an unwanted suitor. The young woman was not the type to change her mind either. Leaving would be preferable to dancing with anyone. Well, anyone she didn’t know well. In fact the only person she would be privately pleased to dance with would be her partner in the shield. Perhaps it was a girlish crush from working with him alone so much but there was a comfort there, an ease in their companionship that made her long for his company more than any others.

So she went to scour for the Shield Captain although he would be a hard man to find. If she had to dance she wanted to be comfortable. When she could not find him she began to walk towards the door. A bit sulky that she was not going to get what she wanted. However, remembering the tone of Jarshan’s voice and Eriol’s warning that they should mingle she stopped short of the exit. Turning to face a leaving rider. R’gor or R’gar or something. He was tall, strong, broad shouldered and could fight off any stalker types. “You there.” Kyrah said with a confidence which was a bit unexpected for her situation.

“Can you do me a favor?” She asked hoping he was not in a hurry. There was probably other things he would rather be doing. There were things she would rather being doing as well. However, she had no choice at this point. “I’m in need of a non amorous dance partner. It is imperative that I mingle with the dragonriders and since you are unable to dance with someone you’d prefer and I am unable to do the same, we could just dance once and say we enjoyed the celebration.”


N’var

“Oh you know how it is with some fo the shorter tempered people here. We seem to run eachother the wrong way. Now that the Wings have been decided, Razia is just thrilled that we got placed in Shadow Wing together.” N’var said with a smirk on his face. If she was pissed that worked in his favor or t would when he figured out how to manipulate her feelings. .Fighting with Razia was part of his life now, almost as much as loving a certain brownrider.

For now though, since Eira was there, he could take the time to dance with her. In fact he would show these Weyrfolk what a great dancer was. He held out his hand, “Would you do me the honor this dance?” He was a Lord Holder’s son, if anyone knew there way around the dance floor it was him. “I promise I’m light on my feet.” N’var figured he was used to dancing with women and so was K’dyn. They would be showing the rest of the men here up in no time. “So are you enjoying the celebration? I see Emera was bent on finding you some company other than herself.” No doubt the Headwoman had a lot on her mind. The greenrider was leading Eira to the dancefloor when he noticed that Razia too was being danced with.

Let the games begin, he thought as his eyes met Razia’s with the normal competitive light he reserved for challenging the other greenrider. He could out dance her any day of the week.

Vaylee

The blonde smiled when she spotted Zayten walking towards her. He was well dressed as usual and as usual had already made it his business to show them both off to the world. So long as there were enough handsome men for the both of them they would help eachother out. “Thank you Zayten and I’d never turn down a chance to show off.”

Following his lead, she entered the dance knowing where to position her body when the music played so that she moved nearly fluidly. Zayten was a great dance partner which was why she had been searching for him to begin with. However if she wanted to break her long, and she meant long, dry spell, she needed to start scouting for available non-gay or related men. (Both of which were hard tasks at the Weyr)

“So which one of them were you looking at?” She was scanning the room and personally picked out a few good looking men from the crowd. The men she chose were always taller than she was and preferably by a few inches. Having a well muscled body was a plus and an easy personality was also. She would have to find someone who was game for a fun night.

[blue]

Eira chuckled lightly. “Well, not everyone can get along.” She mentioned off hand, even if she could consider Razia a friend, she could see how she could possibly annoy someone. It was the same for N'var really, to her he had that feeling of snobbery around him but, it was fine by her. If they all had the same personality it would be a very very boring world to live in. Her painted lips curled into a slight smile when he mentioned that Razia was just thrilled. She doubted the woman was 'thrilled' to be in the same wing as him.

Taking the offered hand, she nodded her head slightly. “Gladly.” She told him lightly. “And I hope you keep that promise N'var, though something tells me you won't have a problem at all.” After all, she remembered him telling her about being a Lord Holder's son. Walking with him out to the dance floor she cringed a little. “Enjoying it up to the point my aunt became bent on finding me company.” She told him honestly. “I would of talked to some of the girl's I know but, that would mean giving my aunt the wrong idea's.”

Sighing heavily as she brought herself close to the greenrider to dance. “You're saving me from 'Oh Eira, that's a nice boy..or...well, his older sister is interested in girls your age.' and 'Those are some pretty girls near the punch bowl.' I wanted to have fun tonight not be reminded that I don't have a husband and children.”Really, N'var was someone she could see as a friend and she was just grateful he was free at the moment for her to swoop in and escape her aunts comments. What little did she know, she was possibly going to regret her choice to talk to him soon, what with the little dancing competition he was bringing up with Razia.

[Marnark]

The double take she'd gotten out of D'ero made the whole ridiculous get up entirely worth it. Jarshan snickered, and smiled up at him. "Hi. Miss me?" She asked, leaning into his side as he wrapped an arm around her. Hmm, but she liked that. Probably a little too much for her own good, but oh well. It was a party. Hopefully no one would read the truth in the actions ... and wouldn't come down on her head for it. Most notably Eriol. Or the Weyrwoman.

"Oh. I suppose he does that from time to time?" Jarshan asked. "I have never worked with the man, I don't know what he's like the day after a big shindig." she admitted. "But pies and drinks are fun. Drink the pies and have a pie fight with the drinks!" But but but ... she stood on her own feet again as D'ero rather suddenly abandoned her. What in Faranth's name?? Why had he done that? She scowled at his back for a moment, until she saw him returning again. With ... what was that? More wine? Jarshan snickered as she took the second glass. "One for each hand, eh?" She asked, holding his old glass up along with the new one. "Are you trying to say something, D'ero?" She quipped.

But she smiled for him, pulling a very small post for him as she observed him looking her over. Despite his trying to hide it in his own wine, she could still see it in his eyes. Jarshan shook her head as she grinned. "That's just it. I don't own anything this nice. I stole it." she informed him. "So don't expect to see it again." Jarshan offered with a wink before tasting one of her two glasses of wine again. But when he leaned in close to talk to her, what he said was by far not something she had expected him to say. She frowned deeply at him, glaring daggers even as he danced around to behind her.

She really couldn't do anything to him, and for that he was safe. But only because he was an honored guest. Anything less, and she would have pulled out the top of his britches and poured all her wine into his pants. Or stomped his foot, one. But Jarshan had a pretty good idea what she could and couldn't get away with, with one of the honored guests of any event. D'ero was lucky.

"Hm!" She offered by way of a comment, proceeding to walk away from him and back into the crowd. If he was going to be that way, she'd leave him to his own company and find someone else to harass.

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C'mar was pleased by the automatic response he got from her, reaching for his shoulders. A grin split his features. N'var? He had no idea what her deal with N'var was. But neither did he really care at the moment. She was willing to take his company and stay in it. He really didn't care if she used him for that duration, toward whatever end. "My dear, I would love to flatter you with pretty words even if there were no one around to hear them but you." C'mar agreed.

He took her hand in his, and twirled her around before bringing her back to him and leading her straight into the dance. While he was not, as some where, professionally trained, he was certainly self-taught with interest. He had loved going anywhere there was a dance and pretty young lasses to dance with. It didn't matter where, when, or for what reason. If there was a dance, he was at it. For turns upon turns it had been a pursuit of his ... what better way to get to touch a lass without garnering hateful looks from her father?

But this was different. She really wanted to dance. C'mar was more than willing to fill her every desire, keeping their step brisk and in time, giving her every little flair and twirl he could work into it. Given her flashy little yellow dress, and how she filled it so very nicely, he was more than willing to admire her from all angles (and okay, maybe every touch too), showing her off more for his own benefit than anyone else's.

No one ever said he wasn't a self serving mischeif. He just tended to work it so that people thought it was as much their idea as his. As one song ended and the next began, C'mar kept her going, changing the dance to suit the beat. There was only one problem with this picture; she wasn't paying much attention. Just enough to dance well (and boy did she!) But her attention was focused on N'var.

Which vaguely did irritate C'mar. Surely the sniveling snot of a lordling hadn't stolen the girl already. Were they lovers in a spat? Already? C'mar didn't really care at the moment ... if she was going to use him to spit in N'var's face, he was okay with that. Though he really did wish she would pay more attention to him. Instead. Yes. He did exist after all. Maybe he would get luckier later on, if he played his cards right.

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R'gar drew up short when a small female interjected herself into his path. He opened his mouth, and then shut it again as she made her statement. Yes ... statement. He recognized her, he did. Though chances were good she might or might not know who he was. He would probably remember the faces of the Guard until the day he died, after being rounded up that fateful day in the forest.

Scarier folk, he wasn't sure existed. And now one of them was practically demanding he dance with her. Why ...? Because she didn't have anyone better to dance with? Because she thought he didn't have anyone? My, she was presumptuous. However ... he wasn't going to risk pissing her off either. Just in case. She was a little thing, but he was well aware that training made up for a whole lot.

He really didn't want to stick around ... at all. But it didn't look like he had much choice in the matter. Just once, she said. Well, maybe he could suffer his way through that. "Alright." R'gar agreed, going with her back toward the dance floor. Even if it was in entirely the wrong direction. Closer to the Harpers was not where he wanted to be. Even if the music being woven by them was quite lovely. He didn't want to think about that, be he rather sort of had to. If he was going to lead this little lady to a beat at all, he had to pay attention to it.

Ach. At least she had only demanded one dance. Then he could escape.

[Lady Smara]

The fast tempo of several songs finally melded into a bit slower tempo as Prontin switched back to her violin. It was her turn to lead for a moment as the Weyr Harper climbed out into the dance floor looking for his wife. Prontin had already been told that her parents would share a dance during this song and she couldn’t help but smile. Her parents have always been so in love with each other and she was proud that she could play a song for them while her brother beat the tempo behind her.

There had been a few times, in their own private rooms, that her family had attempted to teach her to dance. It was easy enough to follow a person around the room as they guided her in a dance, but she couldn’t help but expect that it was meant to be much more fluid and much less clumsy. Wishing she could have seen the dancers tonight, she had to content herself with fact that her way of partaking in the celebration would be through the music she wove – in a way orchestrating the dancers.

The slower song came to a gentle end before her brother put his own drum to the side and stepped toward the dancefloor, shaking hands with his father and patting Prontin on the shoulder to tell her he was taking his turn to find a pretty girl to dance with. Prontin knew he would be looking for a lowercavern girl he had spoken of a few times in the Harper’s rooms. A smile on her face, she let her violin rest on her lap as she recognized the next song being a quick tempo solo by her father.

Sitting in her chair near the dance floor, she listened carefully past her father and toward the dancers. While there were steps that muffled the background of the rhythm, she could pick up several that landed with the beat of the song. Leaning forward, she rested one elbow on her knee and let her sightless eyes gaze out aimlessly. Another song or two and she would ask for her brother to take her back to the quiet of their rooms. She enjoyed the music, but there was a lot of commotion in the room and she feared wandering off on her own in the crowd.

[Yuu Kanduet]

Wingrider J'zen of Blue Tyreth

Growing tired of his lounging, J'zen straightened up and placed his now empty wine glass on the nearest table. Dancing seemed to be the recreation of choice during this most amicable celebration, so J'zen needed to find himself a dance partner. As his golden eyes swept the room, they lingered on a very morose looking Prontin. Drudge or not, the woman had a soul for music. That made her more noticeable than any of the other party-goers floating around the room.

Slowly, lazily allowing his gaze to sweep across the dance floor that he was striding imperiously, if not rudely across, J'zen made his way over to the young female harper. A handsome smirk finding its way to his lips as he greeted her with a voice as smooth as the silk he wore.

"Evening Prontin, have you no desire to dance? I am quite sure a few handsome men would like to sweep you up into the gaiety of the dance floor."

J'zen brushed back his long bangs that had crept forward mutinously after having been slicked back two or three times. Ah well, J'zen was sure the pesky things only made him look more desirable. Not that his looks would do much for Prontin.