It appeared to be a normal day for Ice Stone. The sun was slow to rise in the winter time, so people were active before dawn. Though, it seemed a few more of the Weyr were active before the sun was up then normal.
Then the sun came up.
Ice Stone was suddenly a flurry of activity, and the very confused Aerie folk were greeted with food and drink. The Weyr was throwing a party for the Aerie, to thank their close neighbors for their hard work in keeping everyone healthy during both the war and the winter months. Healers from the Weyr had stepped in to give the Lifewing riders some well-deserved time to relax, and everyone got some comforting food to lift their spirits. The weather was good enough in the bowl to have music and dancing, and some harpers were doing their best to tell tales that no one had heard before.
It was bound to be a good day to rest and let every creature relax and have fun.
Hedara was enthusiastic about getting to the gather for the Aerie. Not outwardly, mind, but she was moving quickly and didn’t have an icy glare on her face, so that was a good step. She had been working on it, and was pleased to see that V’quin’s hard work had made things go smoothly. The smell of warm mulled wine wafted in the air, a welcome drink at any time. She walked toward the Bowl and felt her lifemate watching from her perch. Hedara’s lips pressed into a line before she tilted her head back and up to look at Temperanth.
The Ice dragoness was ‘glittering’. Not truly shining, the light flecks of snow pattern on her hide caught the light more than normal, which was a sure sign that a shining hide was not far behind. Hedara knew this. However, Hedara would have known it anyway. After all, the one other thing that clued her in was the fact that Temperanth had been downright insufferable with her desire to share her favorite stories of late. Which were all romantic in nature. Temperanth was definitely close to rising. Hedara was dearly glad that now she had an excuse to tell her Ice to go socialize with her Weyr. This was Temperanth, so there were good odds she might pick one of those favorite stories and gather an audience to tell it to. Hedara would NOT be in that audience.
For the time being, she went to grab a warm mug of cider and watch the Aerie and Weyr mingle.
Truth be told, Eira had no idea what to do with herself. She had meant to catch breakfast and carry on with her day like any other, and now she was being told to sit, to relax, put her feet up and have a drink. So she sat with the mug of halk resting between the curve of her hand and the table. After so many hard months... was this Hedara taking their conversation about morale to heart? Skies only knew how long ago that had been.
Wivish on the other hand was not one to look a gift party in the mouth...or however those silly human sayings went. If it was time to relax and not work then why overthink it? She had taken to the light filled and icy air over the large stone structure that made up their home. She delighted in stretching her wings and the crisp snap of pulling them back in. She planned to stay out just long enough, til the warmer rooms inside beckoned her back.
Eira finished her drink and took the still hot mug along, peering through the crowd. She knew so many of the faces, but how many of them could she truly say she knew well enough to chat?
D’ziel watched the residents of Ice Stone gather drinks and start to relax. He had been doing that for a few minutes now. It wasn’t that he was disappointed in there being a party, he was glad for something to do that was a little less serious. He was just not feeling connected today. He was a rider, so he knew some of his fellow riders, but he hadn’t felt like he had a real close friend in a while. At least no one at ISW. He sighed. Maybe he should just look for someone and try to make a friend. He just had to get up and do it. He started milling about, looking for someone to talk to. His acquaintances all seemed to be tied up talking to friends of theirs. For the time being he grabbed a drink, experimentally sipping on the Halk before continuing his quest to look for someone to chat with.
Hocteth was watching Temperanth from his ledge. The Ice Queen looked quite lovely today. He dutifully observed this. It was only natural to do so. After a few moments he looked down, to where his rider milled about. His tail swished, but he said nothing. He began to consider what he should do here, but was unsure if he could really do something. Unless he spoke to another dragon about the matter. He considered the propriety of doing so for a moment. Possible. Not to Temperanth though. Not because she was the Queen (though there was a little bit of that) but because he didn’t think D’ziel would get on well at all with Hedara. So he considered other options.
A pretty white female dragonet came running out of a tunnel. If a dragon could be grin this little white would. She skidded to a stop and turned to look behind her.
A young woman with long dark brown hair and light brown eyes, chased after the young White female. "Imnessath! You gave me quite the scare! I had been looking for you since we started playing hide and seek."
The cheerfulness in the white faded. I'm sorry mine! It was such a good game.
"Of course it was," the young woman replied to her lifemate as she sat down on a bench nearby. "You are very good at finding hiding spots. It looks like we are just in time for the celebration." She watched people rushing by. She spotted someone she had yet to say hello to . She stood up and took a deep breath before she walked over to D'ziel. "Hello, I don't think I've met you. I'm Naltaia of White Imnessath." And she held out her right hand for a handshake.
RMW Melana of Black-Green Aliaroth *|* Honolly of Blue Baneroth (Pending) *|* Annae, Candidate *|* Taiton of Cardinal Yavaresh
Cliff-Side Tarachine, Journeywoman Harper
ISW Se'tk of Ice Epsilith (Pending) *|* Aravire of Aurora F Raeth *|* S'kar of Black Hazed Aurora M Leth *|* Naltaia of White F Imnesath *|* Sharikar, Candidate
D’ziel was startled, when a woman came up to him and introduced herself. He had just been thinking about finding someone to talk to and here someone was. He broke into a smile and took her outstretched hand to shake.
“Nice to meet you Naltaia. I’m D’ziel, of Moonlight Hocteth.” He had probably seen her around once but he certainly had never formally met her. It was good to have someone new to talk to. He examined the young lady he was speaking to, noticing she was a bit flushed. It could just be the Ice Stone air, but…
There was one face that Eira knew well enough, though it was unlikely she would care to chat. Such things didn't stop the smith from pestering the poor healer though. For some reason that B'rek couldn't quite name, the woman had caught his interest. Maybe it was because she was feisty and gave as good as she got. Perhaps because she didn't often rise to his bait. Then again, maybe it was because she wasn't above mild poisoning to retaliate. That was definitely one of the reasons. With Upsenth adamantly refusing to socialize, the weyrsmith was left to his own devices.
It hadn't taken long for B'rek to locate his target. She was rather tall and quite blonde so with a smirk tugging at his lips, the man kept his distance though effectively stalked the healer through the crowd. If he played his card right, he might be able to sneak up on her. It was always fun to startle people and for whatever reason, he took the most pleasure out of getting Eira to jump. How could he not?
Biding his time and creeping ever closer, B'rek finally saw his chance and slipped up behind her and looking like and absolute devil sucked in a breath. "MANY THANKS EIRA!" He bellowed in his best forge voice.
Eira had been in the tying up stage of exchanging pleasantries with one of the prominent Aerie Riders. They'd exchanged greetings, inconsequential news, well wishes and were about to circulate to the next set of such encounters when B'rek decided to butt in. Her hands tightened her grip around the still empty mug and her lips drew into a tight line, but she did not jump. Though the clay might have cracked a little. Startling was disallowed, both in her career and her social life. The other LifeWing Rider took their leave quietly as Eira turned to glower at B'rek. Her eyes demanded he state his purpose, digging little holes where they landed. "Hm? What's that B'rek? Early hearing loss, is it?"