Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 10, 2012 22:06:18 GMT -8
Nope, already got a partner. Also already has a partner. Is busy doing stuff on the sidelines.
T'kar glanced around the room, scouting out potential dancing partners. His gaze strolled past the blonde in the black skirt that had a little bit of green in it, then snapped back. That's Lithena! he thought, taking in the set of the hair, the carriage, and the overall shape of the face. Quickly, he wove through the crowd until he reached his chosen target.
"Hey Lithena," he said, although the volume of the music made sure it was more call than not. "May I have the honor of this dance?" He was grinning again; on a list of his favorite people to have at a party, Lithena was near (if not at) the top.
Yuki gave him a confused look. "You do know what's been going on in Ice Stone with the Silverlight issue, right?" she asked. She came closer to him so he could hear her, and no one else would be able to. "Silverlights were considered Queen dragons, but they Impressed boys more than girls. With a male Silverlight, I'm hoping the whole thing is finally over with." She thought for a moment, then smiled.
"The last one was an adorable little black and white dragon," she said to Dgan. "It was so small." She was happy again, but she kept thinking about the Chrome and the male Silverlight. The Chrome seemed surprisingly shy, while the Silverlight had seemed overwhelmed. She was wondering though. Ayleneth's Hatching had produced no strange colors of any kind. Why, then, was Temperanth's Clutch producing all kinds of strange and rare colors? A Chrome, a male Silverlight, a Purple-Grey, and a Black-White... What did it mean? She shook herself mentally. Focus. D'gan. He is the one right in front of her, who's child grows within her.
"This is a party, right?" she asked him suddenly. "Let's dance!" She took his hand and led him out on the dance floor. She put one hand on his shoulder once she found a clear enough spot. "C'mon. I learned how to dance when I was in Icy Caverns, and I danced every Turnover Eve. Now that I think about it, though, I think my parents were trying to find someone to marry me off to." She laughed softly. "Oh well."
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 11, 2012 12:24:48 GMT -8
K’tar clapped his hands as Holt and Mau started dancing together. Simultaneously, he was laughing so hard that his sides ached. This had been worth it, regardless of what Holt said or did later, this had been worth it. He kept watching Holt and Mau for awhile, finally getting his breathing under control, then looked around. He was looking for someone specific, that much was obvious from the way that he scanned the face of every female who entered his field of vision. However, the heart-shaped face, with dark brown eyes and hair, was not to be found.
With a sigh, K’tar decided that he might as well go ahead and dance with somebody. He waited until Holt and Mau were where they couldn’t see him, then slipped away and out onto the dance floor, dancing around it on a hunt for someone to dance with.
The first thing K’tar noticed was the two flitts, one blue and one pale yellow, diving in and out of the dancer’s copper-colored hair as she swung around. “Adelia!” he called out, recognizing the Candidate. Grinning, he danced over towards her. “Would you be willing to dance with me?” he asked, being careful not to get in the trajectories of the flitts.
As she grabbed Holt's hand, she shifted naturally from creating her own dance to following Holt's. He had caught himself and she noted his sense of balance was quite good. Lucky her, it meant he danced well. As she settled into this new dance she looked up at him, and her face turned puzzled for a moment. He looked nervous. After a moment she returned to a smile. Ah, must be because she might think him weird for being thrust into a dance this way. It was odd, she had to admit, but it was such fun anyway. She had gotten a little more 'go with the flow' feeling after impressing Quimyenth. After all, for Qui, fun was just waiting to happen and if Mau didn't keep up, who knew what would happen.
After a little bit Holt spoke, and Mau was visibly surprised at what he said. Admittedly, she was glad he said it, she did like compliments, but she honestly didn't think that would be the first thing out of his mouth. Her mouth twitched up into a crooked smile and her eyes flickered up to Holt.
"Well, you don't look too bad either." Her gaze went down to their feet for a moment, apparently looking for a topic of conversation on the ground, in the dance steps. "So, K'tar seems rather pleased with himself. Was he trying to get you into trouble?" She had heard him laughing and it seemed more amused then anything else. "He certainly seemed pleased with himself." She had a mischievous grin on her face as she pointed that out.
The Candidate swung around as she heard a voice, and grinned charmingly at him as he came over, her eyes sparkling with delight and excitement. Her fire-lizards both swirled upwards and out of the way, continuing to 'dance' above them, even as she answered the Purplerider.
"I'd love to." Grinning, she moved so it was obvious she was dancing WITH him, not just NEAR him, and cocked her head. "How's Viarth doing?" she inquired lightly.
Sheamus was late. He felt like he was always later here! Always more to get done than he had time to do, even though he was more than willing to do whatever was needed of him. He would have felt like a schmuck if he'd been allowed to live at the weyr without pulling his weight. They fed and sheltered him, offered him a chance to Stand and the possibility to Impress one of the hatchlings.... For that alone he would move mountains!
Bright blue gaze shifted around the hall, rather shocked by the size of the crowd. It seemed that when the Weyr threw a gather, they Really threw a party! Sheamus grabbed a cup of wine, tossing a young woman a dashing smile as he bumped shoulders with her. It was more of an automatic response than anything else, but more often than not the female on the end of that smirk tended to take it personally. Not that women swooning was a problem... most of the time, but it was hard to flirt when one wasn't used to so many people in one tightly packed room. He hardly knew anyone in here, and those few whom he did know in passing were more likely stuck in the kitchens making sure the gather wasn't wanting for anything. Looks like it was time to make some new friends!
Sheamus- Candidate & Apprentice Smith
Sheamus, Candidate & Apprentice Smith with Purple Mistborn
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 13, 2012 16:53:57 GMT -8
“Viarth’s doing quite well,” K’tar responded, laughing with simple exileration. He wasn’t as good a dancer as Holt, not at true partner dancing anyway, so this free-form dance with Adelia suited him just fine. Well, as much as “just fine” could be used to describe anything about the enthusiastic young man. He loved it, loved the dancing, loved the pounding of the drums and how their pace seemed almost to dictate his pulse, so that his heart beat in time with the drums.
“What about your two, Beam and Wave?” Are they doing as well as they’re acting like?” His speaking forced the expression of his face to remain mere smile, but it stretched back into a grin as he finished.
“Did you hear about the Hatching up at Ice Stone, how they had a Chrome and all?”
"That's good," she replied lightly, her eyes continuing to sparkle with amusement as they danced. "And my brats are doing just fine," she added with a laugh as the pair continued weaving and playing around their heads. She wheeled herself, spinning in a playful circle, then relaxed and settled down again, weaving and circling to the rhythm of the drums as they vibrated in her blood.
When he mentioned the Hatching, a change seemed to come over her, and her eyes noticeably darkened with concern. "I did. I can only wonder what will happen up there with him around." She frowned. "My Great-Grandmother and Grandfather told me stories about the Weyr War, how the Dark Weyr acted, and then how they fell." She shuddered. "I pray we aren't about to be thrown into another one..."
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 13, 2012 18:10:14 GMT -8
K’tar was a bit startled by the sudden change in Adelia, surprised to see the eyes light with concern. He’d meant the comment as a simple conversation starter. Reflecting on that, perhaps it hadn’t been the best choice, or maybe he could have brought up… no, bringing up the Silverlight would definitely have been a bad idea, ever since some news had leaked about what had happened up there about two and a half months earlier, well, suffice to say that probably would not have been much better, as far as a conversation starter went.
“I would have to doubt that there’d be another,” K’tar commented lightly. “If anyone broke away from the Weyr now, surely they’d get hunted down before they did anything like that.” He paused awhile, his feet and body moving as his mind fought for something to say, then, “How’s your family been, anyway?”
"Possibly," she answered quietly. "Plus, we know where the Dark Weyr WAS. So no one could go there without us being aware of it. Plus, they wouldn't have the assistance of the Darkwings this time around. They don't exist anymore..." She cocked her head slightly, sending unbound copper hair flicking over her shoulder as she moved with him.
For his next comment, she smiled. "Great-Grandmother Terayne's as feisty as she ever was, of course," she replied, laughing. "You wouldn't know she was eighty Turns old, the way she acts. And Grandfather K'yne and my parents are doing very well as well." She hummed softly with the music as she wheeled about again, then returned to dancing with him. "Great-Grandmother said they had a Fire-Lizard hatching recently. I do wish i could have been there. I'd love another baby." She glanced up at her pair with a fond smile. "Even with as much work as they can be."
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 14, 2012 20:38:00 GMT -8
K’tar was relieved when the subject drifted away from dark Mists Weyr. He’d never admit it, but he was scared of discussing Dark Mists Weyr, ever since his brother had told him a bunch of horror stories about the place and he’d ended up with a sevenday’s worth of nightmares. Fear was, in his book, not something that should be admitted, for it only served to make one either a target of aggression or of pity, and it was hardly the thing for a Weyrling dragonrider to admit to.
“Glad to hear that your family is doing well,” K’tar replied. Adelia’s next comment made him laugh. the way everyone was getting firelizards, he might have to actually overcome his avoidance of them to pick up one of his own. Certainly then he wouldn’t be constantly having to ask friends if he could barrow theirs to send a letter. “If you could pick, which color would you want the next one to be?” K’tar asked, transmuting his laughter into a wide smile.
She cocked her head slightly, considering his question as they continued dancing. When next they were close to one another, she hummed softly, and Beam darted down to curl under one arm and flipped back upwards in a very pretty spiral. Next, Wave swept down to flip up under he hair, coiling the shining mass about his rich blue body, then flicking it away with his wings, causing her ti chuckle softly.
"Probably either Rainbow or Wood," she said mildly. "I adore Aurorath, a Silver, of course, but she can be so serious sometimes. The Rainbows I've met were all playful and silly beasts though, despite being Queens."
But before he could protest, Yuki had already pulled him onto the dance floor and had him in her grasp. D’gan glanced around to see who was watching – so far, no one – and turned back to Yuki once she began to talk again. Placing his hands where they should go, he divvied up his attention between conversation and following the music. It had been far too long since he had any reason to dance with someone. He wasn’t even sure how good he would be with her!
Oh, I disagree. It seems you’re a better dancer with Yuki than you could have ever imagined!
No distractions. Focus. Yuki. She was the one in front of him, not that annoying, striped dragon. Mosiliath could wait. She could not. And for that reason, he tried his hand at continuing the conversation.
“Did they, now? I suppose you can’t fault your parents for trying. You are very beautiful.”
Shards, he wanted to make small talk, not encourage anything further. That was the last thing on his mind. “My parents – well, my father – never made me take up anything like dancing. Always felt that studying for my Weyrling lessons was the most important thing to do.”
Alright, not bad. Changing up the conversation a little, I get it.
Do you mind? Clearing his throat, D’gan decided on a better topic change.
“So you never found anyone suitable to marry up there?”
No, no, no, wait. That wasn’t what he wanted to say at all. Dealing with the possibility of a child was terrifying enough, but marriage? It was too much to conceive right now. And it wasn’t as if he could say, ‘Not that I’m asking’. That would have been rude.
“What’s Ice Stone Weyr like?”
Ahhhh. At last, here was something he was genuinely interested in talking about. Something he could keep going in conversation. He liked learning about the different Weyrs and Holds, and this could be just the distraction he needed. As he the urge to look down at her stomach, D'gan continued, “I’ve never been further than Windy Peak Weyr, and even that was a brief visit."
She complimented me back! was the thought more felt than realized as Holt kept leading the dance while Mau stared at their feet. The positive feeling washed over him in waves, its pulls and tugs almost guiding their dance itself. When she mentioned K'tar he tried not to let their conversation enter his mind but it did any way. His face took on its nervous cast again as he grasped at straws to put the right words together. There were things in this topic he would much rather omit.
The end of the song stuck his thoughts together as Holt stopped and waited for the music to start again. "Who knows what K'tar is planning. Asking why about his plans is like asking the wind why it goes this way or that. It just does." He paused, and a particularly clever - or so he thought, considering his standards of humor - response occurred to him. "And, I'm not in trouble, am I?" he smiled and took on a posture something like K'tar's "I'm innocent but actually guilty" face. The comment felt a bit off, Holt reflected, it was certainly K'tar's style of thing to say, but he'd already said it. He thanked the mountains and the sky when the music started up again, and he set to dancing again. Mau hadn't left after all, and he wasn't about to cut short his own good fortune.
Yuki laughed softly when he complimented her. "Well, thank you," she replied. She listened as he talked about Weyrling lessons. "Well, my parents weren't Riders, so I was stuck in the Hold until I was Searched. I did plenty of self-research, though."
Marriage... Her expression darkened slightly. "After... What happened... I became pitied. I was a victim, remember? No one wanted to marry one of the victims of that incident. It was just too much." Why would he even ask that? "Of course, I was Searched before I was of marrying age, so it all worked out in the end." She was glad for the change in topic, but it didn't help her much.
Ice Stone... It was indescribable. "It's so hard to describe," she admitted. "It'd be easier for me to ask Ayleneth to send Mosiliath the images, then have him send them to you."