Graduation Celebration (All Weyr members invited!)

[Ise]

D’ero’s worried look relaxed a little when Jarshan stopped. Either she was about to really give it to him or she was going to forgive him. He still didn’t look too happy though, he didn’t want to ruin Jarshan’s night just because he was an idiot. He looked down at the wine glass that jabbed him in the chest and one corner of his mouth twisted upward into a little half smile.
“I have a spine, I just want to make sure I still have a date. And I’ll give you how ever many dances you want.”

It was almost torture to offer to dance with Jarshan as much as she wanted. While it seemed like everyone could dance in some form or another, D’ero was one of those people with two left feet. In fact, two left feet would probably be better then what he had. But he was willing to do just about anything for Jarshan.

He took the wine from Jarshan’s hand, handing the glass to a serving girl who was walking by. He kept ahold of Jarshan’s hand and led her out onto the dance floor, finding an area that had fewer people in it. He put a hand on one hip and gripped her hand properly and that was about all he could do right. D’ero had never had much rhythm. Nor did he have much in the way of grace like many of the other dances had. He did manage not to step on her feet, though to do that he spent more time looking down at his feet then he did at anything else.

“…so. You can uh dance with someone else if you’d like. Someone who’s better at it then I am.”
His face was slightly flushed but he tried not to look too embarrassed at how terrible he was. He was going to have to tell the Weyrling Master to include one or two lessons of dancing for the next group of kids.

Razia stumbled on a step before her foot came down on C’mar’s hard. And by came down, she stomped down on him. Hard. Her lips were pressed in a tight line as she glared at the blue rider. It was tempting to threaten him with castration if he ever thought to bring up her and N’var being lovers again but she thought that might be just a little too extreme. Only a little though.

“I would rather gut that pig headed dimglow then let him in my room much less my bed.”
Though she was clearly annoyed she at least didn’t end their dance. After her slight stumble and stomping on his foot, she quickly picked up the dance again. He was stupid for thinking there was something going on between her and N’var, something other then the intense dislike they held for each other, but C’mar was a good dance. He was better then most of the guys and was far more fun then them.

Razia found herself being tightly pulled up against C’mar was the song changed to a slow one. For a moment she was annoyed that C’mar was maneuvering himself in a way that prevent her from seeing N’var. How was she suppose to know how much better they were if she couldn’t she him?! She blinked a few times and suddenly felt a little guilty that she had been spending so much time focusing on N’var. She let out a soft sigh and stopped trying to look around C’mar, giving him her full attention for the first time.
“I’m sorry I stomped on your foot…”
That was as close as he was going to get to her apologizing for spending so much time trying to compete with N’var.

[Marnark]

Jarshan sighed at D'ero pointedly. Right. He had a supposed spine. But he couldn't even lead a dance. "Pick your head up." She instructed, before repositioning his hands. "And stop trying to squeeze the fingers off my hand. That would help too." Goodness, but he was stronger than he looked. "Now do what I say. Every step you make is forward. Small steps, not strides." She took a moment to think on it, and redirect it to be what he was supposed to do rather than what she would do. "Okay. Right, left, right, left. Keep time. One step, one beat. Hear it, like your heartbeat. Don't stop! Left, right..."

Thankfully, Jarshan was discreet enough about the whole affair, speaking only so that D'ero could hear her, and not everyone in the room. But she would teach him if he would learn. He was special after all ... he'd managed to wiggle his way into her awareness, and she would take care of him. Even if he wasn't particularly happy about that at certain points. Because taking care of him did not necessarily mean being nice to him ...

But she was going to get her dance, sharditall.

---

C'mar grunted as her foot came down on his in a very obviously deliberate stomp. "Okay, my bad. I was just asking." He answered, regaining his balance quickly once his foot was released. "You really can't blame me for that, you know... given how obsessed you two seem to be with each other." And obsessed was not an exaggeration either. But! C'mar was quite happy to see that she wasn't involved with the greenrider. Hopefully that meant she was ripe for him to pick.

"Okay, so he won't be found in your chambers. Is anyone else?" C'mar asked, rather blatantly. But hey. There was no way to find out without asking, was there? Besides - he had a pretty good hold on her, she wouldn't be surprising him with a slap or anything. Apparently the worst she could do was stomp his foot. Clearly he'd survived that one already.

But, he was quite happy to note that she finally relented in her pursuit of N'var and finally relaxed in his arms once he successfully managed to block her view. He smiled at her. "It's quite alright. I had no idea it was such a sore subject." Maybe now she would relax and enjoy the outing, instead of concentrating so hard on her competition. It was certainly nice to finally have her attention, even if it was sometimes foot-stomping attention.

[Lady Smara]

To one who could not watch events unfold, sudden movements had always made her world spin. And spin it did as she J’zen moving and her feet suddenly swept off the floor. Clinging to the nearest object to keep from falling, her hands instinctively found his shoulders and she held on to his solid form waiting for her world to calm into something tangible once more. Finding herself held firmly in his arms with no danger of falling, she relaxed slightly, attempting to make sense of where she was being taken now.

After the past few weeks of such strict restrictions on her Ankle, Prontin had grown use to being carted around short distances; such as from her bed to a chair in her parent’s common room or from the common room to the public baths. Even so, she could not help but feel more comfortable in J’zen’s arms than that of her father or brother – the rider very obviously had more strength and grace than her aging father or her still growing brother. There were times her older brother, a blue rider as well, had shown up to help – but it was not often as he now led his own life.

Thinking upon his offer, Prontin leaned toward J’zen’s body, knowing it would offer her more stability as well as easier handling for him. In all honesty, after the short argument between the two riders, Prontin was rather shaken. She had never heard either one of them so angry or so cold. Both had always been kind to her – R’gar always professional and J’zen always slightly distracted. The idea that both could become so heated on the topic of herself… It had caught her completely off guard.

“I am comfortable, you are far more steady than my brother.” She said quietly as they moved. She did not have the focus to play more so the harper stage was slowly crossed off as an option. The companionship of her family would have been a little reassuring, but she also did not want to sit before the whole Hall while she felt so thrown off balance after the events of the night. No, unfortunately her night had dimmed as quickly as it had brightened.

“J’zen, if I may ask the favor of you… Would you be so kind as to escort me back to my room? I fear I’ve lost the stomach for celebration.” Disappointment could be heard with the sadness in her voice, but at the same time she couldn’t help it. She was determined not to harm her ankle more than she had when the canine and her had collided. Being even less independent than she already was had been pure torture and she would do what was recommended to keep from having to endure that again.

“And perhaps promise me another dance when I am feeling up to it once more?” she added, managing a soft smile. She had enjoyed the short dance they had. It was a different sensation – a new one that had made her feel even closer to the music that made up her life. For that little bit, she was thankful.

[Yuu Kanduet]

Prontin seemed a little distressed after the very near violence that had started on the dance floor and J'zen was more than willing to heed her wishes on retiring her to her room. Shifting her in his arms slightly so that long distance carrying would be more comfortable for the both of them, J'zen was surprised and pleased when she leaned into his chest. She was easy to carry and her warmth and familiarity made it pleasant. When she mentioned her brother, J'zen coldn't help but think back. He had almost forgotten what it was like to carry a woman. The last time he had done it was for his elder sister Yletar after she had fallen down a flight of stair and busted her head. She had been so light, clinging to him like a lifeline as her head spun and she threatened to puke. J'zen missed his sisters very much.

"Prontin, did you know I am the youngest in my family? I have five elder sisters that I love very much. I miss them. They are the ones that taught me to dance so gracefully. It is rather hard not to become poised and light on your feet in a family of women."

Smiling, J'zen left the gathering and weyrhall altogether. The sounds of music and laughter sounded almost lonely echoing off the halls outside of the festivities, and J'zen couldn't help but think how it seemed to be inviting them in while at the same time warning them away. Warning them that if they entered they would be swept up and unable to leave again. Then again, J'zen always did like to personalize sounds, so it was most likely just in his head.

"I would love to dance with you again when you are up to it. You were quite the natural. Soon you will be able to put all the rest of those ladies in there to shame. Do you know how I know this? It is because dance is just music with your feet and body. You have learned to play a stringed instrument, now you will perfect one of flesh and blood. The soul of a harper lies within you, and it would be an honor for me to dance with you."

[HG]

--Vaylee--

Vaylee was having a hard time picking anyone out of the crowd that really made her that interested. If they were eying her, they were too easy. She wanted a challenge. It was her first night back on the scene, two Turns of not even kissing and she was already worried that no one would be enough of a challenge for her. How was she going to survive with that attitude. There was only one way to solve this problem. She had to lower her standards. To do that she had to get so completely sloshed that she had no idea what she was doing.

"You know. I think I'm going to need a drink or two before deciding." She said to her half brother. Vaylee wanted to lose control because it was freeing and then she could do what she felt like doing without any restraint from her seemingly better concience. Two Turns ago she would have thought nothign about sleeping with any number of men in the room. Cupith was obviously having an affect on her. That and probably maturing into a woman.

Being lascivious was not something she should be ashamed of either. She should be happy she allowed herself the freedom to sleep with whomever she pleased. Hmm but maybe she should not sleep around with every man at the Weyr. Only the hot ones. Yeah...so that was like almost all the men at the Weyr. Ugh, she was hopeless. Either she wanted a challenge or she wanted every man in the room. A few drinks would certainly help with the dilemma she was having.

As the song ended she let go of Zayten. "Now, lets have some fun!" She was giggly and happy and she was completely serious about getting sloshed. Vaylee was not being lady-like at all drinking her wine. A good ale would have had her drunk faster but this would do. After downing a few glasses in a row, the blonde in the red dress was starting to lose feeling in her nose. Oh yeah, her plan was going to work splendidly.

---
N'var
"If you are standing for the clutch its better just to hold off on the whole sweetheart thing till you're done with Weyrlinghood. " He was assuming Eira would impress of course. The greenrider was by no means a Search rider and had no judgement of who would impress but being one of his newer friends it would be better if he gave her the benefit of the doubt. "Two turns is a long time to wait for someone and even then during that time you could change your mind about someone and decide you like someone else. I sometimes think holding off during Weyrlinghood is as much for the rider's maturity level as the dragons."

He was going to encourage her to impress. The more people that were on his side riding dragons the better. He needed people who would stand with him to prove that some people did want to protect the North. That even descendents of traitors deserved the right to be safe from Threadfall. "And once you are a dragonrider you can choose to go Between after every flight or after every sexual encounter so you don't have to have children unless you want to. I'm surprised the Weyrwoman has never had any. She is old enough to have had children and I thought in the Weyr dragonriders did not raise their own children."

N'var would luckily never have to worry about it. He was a man who would most likely only be sleeping with men or one man in particular. With some female blueriders there was a chance he would end up in bed with a woman but they were more likely to be the type to between after flights. It was very unlikely there would ever be any mini N'var's running around.

The music changed to a slower dance. Having been forced to dance with many eligible young ladies for his mother's sake at home. He did not find it at all awkward to dance with Eira during a slower dance. Although many assumed romantically involved people danced these together. Well it would certainly keep Emera off Eira's back and also give him time to show off more. Razia had no idea how much better at dancing he was...and he was going to prove it as long as he had a dance partner.

---Kyrah---

When her dancing was over, she left a very oddly changed R'gar to fight over Prontin with J'zen. The red head looked to make sure no one took much note of whether she was coming or going and then snuck out of the Dining Hall. Thank Faranth that was over! The young woman made her way stealthily to her own rooms and hoped to goodness she did not have to dance again for a very long time.

Leeto padded over to her, taking a moment to stretch first his front legs then his back legs. Eve was also quick to be at her master's side. "Trust me. I missed you guys too. But look what I've brought you both." She had snuck some food out with her for her feline and firelizard which they happily gobbled in a matter of seconds. "Time for bed. We're on patrol in the morning." With that the red head went through her bed time routine. Eventually ending with her head on her pillow.

--Laure--

She had no idea what to expect during the celebration. Looking around the room she saw that some people feasted, others danced and others still were playing games of chance. She herself would prefer to be dancing but seeing the scarceness of available men, she took to standing and watching. It was beautiful to see them. Somehow she never thought there would be so much extravagance here. Some people danced so well that one would have though they were out of a Harper's song.

Every new song made her smile in appreciation of being able to hear and see all that was around her. She had found a place where she need not be afraid of being hurt for disagreeing or being reprimanded for whatever miniscule thing she had not done right. Her family hated her and would more so now. At the Weyr she did not need a family. The Weyr was a family and she felt she belonged with them more and more every day that passed.

[blue]

“You are right to be honest. If I'm impressed I would need to devote plenty of time. Two turns is a long time for most, but..” Sighing, she shrugged her shoulders. “I don't know to be honest, my parents married after knowing each other for a little over half a turn. My aunt, her first husband was about the same length of courting. Her second marriage was a little longer understandably but...Well, lets just say I'm the odd one for not getting married to a man so quick.” Eira told him with a soft laugh, really it was horrible to think she was an 'old maid' in her family's books. She could not say much for maturity seeing as so many had married so young.

Her head tilted for a moment, thinking about his words as they danced. Letting out a soft hmm, Eira shook her head slightly. “That is true too, honestly I think it depends on things more or less. If it's someone I loved then I would be tempted to not Between. One thing is for sure, I personally do not like the idea of someone raising -my- child for me. It may be common in the Weyr but, I didn't exactly grow up here as you know. In the cotholds it's far more common for your own parents to raise you. Not foster parents.” Sighing, she did nod about the Weyrwoman. “Could always be other factors, or she just did not want a child of her own? I don't know, I can hardly speak for her.”

Honestly, when it come to bearing children she would come to that road when she did. In a way, if she did worry about impressing a dragon. Simply because of the flights and the idea of sleeping with some random man only to not remember a single moment of it. Granted, she would probably between to not have a random man's child but, it was still awkward in a way. Eira fully believed she would run out of the man's room faster than someone could say her name or ever 'Miss'.

Really it was safe to say the young woman did not like awkward moments and thinking about that made her shudder. As the music changed to a slower dance, she pulled herself a little closer to N'var. It was safe to say this was not one of those awkward moments, seeing as it would certainly get her aunt off her back for a time and it was not like she enjoyed dancing. She would continue to dance for a song or two more, but, Eira was already starting to feel a little parch and even a little hungry. Nothing worked up the appetite like a good round of dancing.

[Ise]

D’ero followed Jarshan’s directions as best he could. He stopped looking down at his feet (mostly), his grip on her hand loosened up to the point where he wasn’t trying to crush her hand, and he came close to moving with the beat. He was looking a little better at least, hopefully something that Jarshan wouldn’t ashamed to be seen with.
“I’m surprised you’re so in to dancing. I thought you might be like some of the other Shield girls who are just trying to hide in the back. I’ll have to try and get some actual lessons before the next party so I don’t embarrass you so much.”

He glanced down at his feet before quickly looking up again remembering that he wasn’t suppose to do that. Even if he was the worst dancer here, at least he hadn’t stepped on Jarshan’s feet or run them into anyone. That had to give him some points.

“That’s not something you’re suppose to ask a girl and hey! I am not obsessed about N’var!”
Ok, so she was maybe just a little obsessed with proving that she was ten times better then that stupid Northerner but that wasn’t something that everyone could see. C’mar was just being dramatic.
“N’var and I are just competitive. He’s just jealous that I’m not only better then him at everything but I’m a girl.”

Razia looked up as C’mar asked if anyone else had been sharing her bed lately and rolled her eyes a bit.
“We’ve been riders for less then an hour. Though if my sister hears some of these questions she’ll probably take up a post right outside my room… but no, there is no one sharing my quarters with me.”
Gee like it was hard to guess what C’mar was after. Of course she couldn’t blame him too much, they had gone two turns without being able to do much of anything. Raz was pretty sure that most people were going to continue their celebrations in private after this party was over. She took a much more critical look at C’mar. Hmm well he was a good looking guy, maybe not the best looking one but he was at least up there.

“Ugh, if you had to keep putting up with him it’d be a sore subject for you too.”
She made a little ‘hump!’ noise. Stupid N’var. And now she’d be stuck in a wing with him. At least N’var and K’dyn were on different wings, that was probably going to bug the two. A little smirk rose to her face as she glanced up at C’mar.

Zayten laughed a little at his half-sister as she broke away after their song.
“Enjoy yourself Vaylee, let me know how it all goes tomorrow.”
He gave her a wave as they split up and he got himself a drink. He wasn’t worried about his sister, thought he would keep his eye on her. Just enough to make sure she wouldn’t end up going with someone she would regret in the morning. He had done that a few times and always wished someone had been around to slap some sense into him.

But for now his half-sister could take care of herself. He was more interested in finding someone interesting for himself. A male green or blue rider would be perfect. Especially if it was one of those newly graduated riders. He wandered about the hall, drinking far slower then most of the people around him; he didn’t feel like getting drunk tonight, just a little tipsy. He finally spotted one of the new green riders and made a line for him and sat down at the table across from him. A cheery grin rested on Zayten’s lips as he took another sip of his grin.
“Oh one of the new riders, congratulations by the way. You must be excited to be graduating at last.”
He looked D’isk over, not recognizing him. Wonderful, that meant he wasn’t from the Weyr which meant there was a good chance he wasn’t related to this man in any sort of way.

[Yuu Kanduet]

Wingrider D'isk of Green Kalith

D'isk looked up from his wine glass and flashed his new companion a blinding grin. The other man didn't look much older or younger than D'isk so he hazarded a guess that the other was around the same age. This was perfect, the old codgers he had been talking to hadn't really gotten him at all. It would be nice to speak to someone more young minded. D'isk never wanted to get old.

"Why thank you, and I am very excited. I can do more acrobatics with my darling Kalith now that I don't have a weyrlingmaster breathing down my neck."

Placing the wineskin on the back of the chair and placing his glass back on the table, D'isk freed up his hands so that he could offer one to the other man.

"Name's D'isk. What's yours? Unless you want ma to call you 'hey you' all night."

Picking up the wineskin again, D'isk refilled his glass and held it out in offer to refill his fellow conversationalists.

[Ise]

He took the hand and gave it a firm shake.
"Haha well I'll answer to 'hey you' but if you want something more specific it's Zayten."
He grinned and pushed his glass over for D'isk to refill, glancing at the new knot that graced D'isk's chest as if he didn't already know that the man was a green rider.
"So your Kalith is a green? I bet she'll be able to do a lot of tricks them. I'm hoping that I'll be lucky enough to Impress at this upcoming hatching. A green if I'm lucky, they seem to run in my family. But they are the best color. And I think I'll look quite good on one."
He laughed a bit and picked up his glass of wine, taking a drink from it.

"So, now that you're free from all the rules of a Weyrling, what's the first thing you plan on doing? I think it would be hard having to follow all those rules all the time, I know there were a couple that my half-sisters absolutely hated."

[Yuu Kanduet]

Wingrider D'isk of Green Kalith

Cocking his head at the question, D'isk thought honestly about what rules he had hated. The only one he could really think of though was the limitations on his flying. Everything else had just seemed like water under the bridge.

"The rules seemed pretty fair to me, but I'm going to fly so hard and so fast that I'll be lucky if I'm alive afterwords. Oh, and I'm going to go back to practicing with my broadsword. I had so little time to practice with all the lessons going on."

The second part of his reply seemed like an afterthought, but D'isk had moved on from the topic of rules and regulations.

"Hey, wanna hear a joke? I have a million of them. Although some crowds have been less pleased with them than others. Go figure right."

D'isk indicated a scar on the side of his neck.

"S I got this one from my mother's brother when I tried to tell him the one about the holder and the wherrie."

[Marnark]

Jarshan smiled slightly and shook her head. "They are young, taking their job too seriously when they don't have to." She explained. "Yes, we are a serious lot. But not even we can be that serious all the time and retain our sanity. That and they think they have an image to uphold, a reputation to make. Me, I already have mine. I have nothing to prove to anyone." She guided him with subtle prompts as he started to get the hang of what he was doing. But given that he clearly was new to the whole concept, she didn't pressure him too far too fast and didn't ask him to dance the next tip when the song changed. With a different beat came a different step. For now, he had done well enough.

Jarshan laughed, and shook her head again. "You don't embarrass me, D'ero. Not today, not like this. You have nothing to be embarrassed over, either. If anything, you should be proud. Tackling something you don't know, while everyone can see. That takes some guts, kid. But yes, lessons are in order." She winked at him, guiding him off the floor with one hand. "Where is that wine? I think you deserve a round."

---

C'mar grinned. "I do a lot of things I'm not supposed to do." He pointed out, not bothering to press the issue of her and N'var. Clearly, it was a touchy subject. He was just glad to know that he and she weren't an item. That along with her admission to not harboring anyone else in her chambers told him she was open and on the market. Whether she knew it or not. "Yeah, well, the rest of us don't put too much stock in anything N'var says or does. Might do you good to do the same before he gives you heartburn or something worse. Competing with him is just telling him that you think highly enough of him to consider him a challenge, you know that right? He really is just a coddled lordling and nothing more. Of course he doesn't respect the values of a lovely lady such as yourself." It wasn't all hot air, either. C'mar had sisters that were as kick ass as he was ... as well as several aunts the same way. Not to mention his mother. She kept up with his dad really well. Quite the pair they made. C'mar had no problems at all respecting girls or knowing that they could be better than men at a lot of things men considered a man's field of expertise.

"Well! Let's not let your sister hear us then. I'd hate for her to suddenly become so paranoid or get so bored all night long." C'mar answered with a laugh. Given how fiery Razia was, he had no doubts whatsoever that her sister (whoevershewas) was just as interesting. But he also didn't fail to notice her critique that followed that comment, and he grinned at her.

But the grin broke into another laugh at her last comment. "Newsflash. I've been putting up with him and his buddy for the last two and a half turns. You think this is bad? Try spending months on end in a small, confined boat with him while he thinks he really is the one in charge. That will try your patience." C'mar told her. "But really. Surely there is something more delightful to your mind to converse about than him. What else do you know?" he asked, a smirk of his own answering the one she wore.

---

A'lez was not oblivious to what was happening in the Hall. Between the spats, the fights, the arguments, the dances, and the pitching woo, it really was becoming quite an interesting night to behold. Who would have known tensions were strung that tight? But, it really was something to be looked for, given what day it was.

He well remembered his own weyrlinghood. It had been a long, stressful, trying time. Wrought with happiness and crushing defeat all at the same time. They were young. They'd work it out of their systems. He was just glad that some of them were not as young as they could be. Some were closer on the path to maturity and reliability.

He ran a finger slowly around the rim of his wineglass, not really drinking from the thing but listening to the faint ringing it produced in answer to the friction his fingertip provided. It was more of an idle activity as he watched, rather than a sign of boredom. For even when he was actively being still, he could not stand to be completely still.

The drama would die down soon enough, and everyone would get back to the grindstone. For now, let them play their games. Some throwing sparks, some not. It was certainly of interest to see which got along well enough, and which did not. Which played the field, and which were played by the field. This was as much learning about the new riders as any of the interviews had been - if not highly more informative and truthful.

[Lady Smara]

Prontin listened to the blue rider as they left the WeyrHall. “No, I did not know you had sisters.” She said, wondering to herself what it must have been like to have so many women and so few men in a family. Her own was more balanced with two brothers and herself. Even so, Prontin could not help but think any family would be different from her own, with children who had more games they were able to play than those limited to Prontin. There were no regrets, however, as Prontin believed she had lived a wonderful childhood with her family.

Hearing his words of dance and music, the blind harper found herself feeling her face warm and she knew she was blushing. The words that always came so smoothly out of J’zen’s lips always had a captivating quality to them, but when they spoke of her in such a manner, Prontin could not help the blush. It left her feeling very aware of herself.

“Thank you, J’zen. Hearing you say that means a great deal to me. I look forward to our next dance.”

Finding herself being let down at her door, she gave J’zen a small dip though her hand never left the doorframe to lift her skirt in a proper curtsy. “And thank you for escorting me home, you have been a gentleman.”


((Exit Prontin; Stage Left. Keep your eyes open for another thread, Yuu, I have one in mind for these two I just need to get it typed up.))

[Na Qaiah]

He couldn't believe it, he had made it, no... WE[/b] had made it. Here he was with his class at a tapping ceremony, waiting to see which wing he and Rith would be added too. Looking around the room at all the happy people he couldn't help but grin too. Osirith was just as excited as K'dan himself was. Mentally hugging his lifemate, he turned his attention back to the room at large.

He claped and cheered as each of his classmates were chosen. Being patient was something he had learned the hard way, but it wasn't easy. As more and more were chosen he was starting to loose heart. We will be chosen Kdanmine, you will see, I think we will be important no matter where we are. We work fast and well together[/b][/color] was the smug thoughts from his lifemate.

Still deep in his own thoughts he almost missed the pat on his shoulder, jerking back to awarness K'dan's mouth fell open Illume Wing, the weyrleaders wing, they were in the weyrleaders wing. Clapping and shouting with the others, he heard Osirith's bellow of happiness. "Woooohooooo!!!" was his only reply, it was all he could say. He headed for more of his classmates that had also been chosen for the Illume Wing, thumped a few of them on their backs and just grinned at the girls. He really had been chosen for the Weyrleaders Wing. K'dan concidered that a honor and one he wouldn't soon misuse. He vowed to be even better and more diligent and train harder then he had before, he would be the best he could be. Another answering bellow rang through the crowd as Rith agreed with His.

[Ise]

Zayten seemed a little surprised that the only things D’isk had to complain about were the flying restrictions and using his broadsword. His half-sisters had often complained about the inability to enjoy the relationships they were use to. He had felt bad for them for that.
“I’m surprised that you didn’t run out to your dragon then as soon as the ceremony was over then. Though it’s probably a good idea if you wait to go flying until tomorrow…”
Zayten would hate for such a nice looking guy to try and go flying in his intoxicated state and end up hurting himself.

The young man chuckled as D’isk jumped from one topic to the next and he had to wonder how much the new rider had had to drink before he and wandered over. A frown touched his lips a little as the scar was pointed out and Zayten shook his head.
“That seems a little harsh for just a joke. Even if it was a joke about my mother I can’t see myself getting upset enough to hurt someone. But go ahead and tell me your jokes. If I have another glass of wine I’ll probably even laugh at the truly terrible ones.”

D’ero was more then comfortable letting Jarshan led their dance. She at least knew what she was doing and it didn’t look too obvious that she was the one directing the dance.
“Well I’m glad that your reputation is so great that you’re allowed to relax a little. And that being seen with some Northern rider won’t hurt it.”

He let himself grin, happy that he wasn’t an embarrassment to her and just enjoying the fact that he was with her. For a little while at least, his biggest worry would be making sure that he didn’t step on her toes. Oh and drinks. He looked around for one of the serving girls, finally spotting one that was fairly close by. His hand pushed back against Jarshan’s a little more firmly as he took the lead from her. The steps were still a bit clumsy and unsure but he had picked up something at least. D’ero was just glad that they didn’t have to go very far before he stopped next to the girl with the drinks.
“At least I’m a fast learner.”

Razia was not sure what to think of C’mar exactly. He was flattering at least, which was always nice. And he was at least good looking enough to not lie and claim that there was someone else. She wasn’t naïve enough to think he had asked if she was sharing her bed with anyone just for conversation. But this was suppose to be a party after all.

Laughing a little, Razia glanced back to where she had left her sister but couldn’t spot the woman.
“My sister is part of the Shield so paranoia and the ability to sit in one place for days at a time are quite normal for her. Though if she did anything like that I think it would be more out of jealousy then anything else.”
Poor Shield women, she didn’t think they got very many suitors going after them. She was glad she was a rider instead of one of the guards, with so many cute boys in the Weyr it would have been a shame if she couldn’t attract the attention of one of them for a night.

The thought of being stuck on a boat with N’var for months on end would have driven Razia nuts.
“I’m surprised you managed not to throw him into the ocean. I wouldn’t have been able to resist it.”
Now that was a pleasant thought, N’var being used a fish bait. It took her a moment to realize that he had asked her a question. She had to think about it for a moment, trying to come up with something that would help keep the conversation away from N’var.
“What do I know? Not very much… I’m not as well traveled as you are. I do know that you’re the best dancing partner I’ve ever had. I might have to keep you to myself for the rest of the night. And I’ll definitely have to keep you in mind at the next gathering…”

[Yuu Kanduet]

Wingrider D'isk of Green Kalith

Perking up at the prospect of a good joke, D'isk drained the last of the wine in his wine glass and placed it on the table. He didn't bother to refill it. There was a pleasant buzz in his head, and to push it would mean waking up with a pounding headache, a sensitivity to light, and worst of all, an inability to fly.

"It's fine. I have a high pain tolerance, but that's not very important. What is important is telling you some jokes and making you laugh!"

D'isk then proceeded to tell several humorous stories that he had learned and made up throughout the years of his life. All the wile his hands were a blur of motion, and his face remained animated and cheerful. He was only able to get a few out at a time before he would dissolve into fits of hysterical laughter that left him breathless and wheezing. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes as he leaned his head against the table for support as his body shuddered from his breathless chuckles. If he didn't stop soon he was going to suffocate, and he hadn't even managed to get a single punchline out. He had laughed through them all.