Shard the woman, could he not even give her a compliment? It wasn’t that harsh a thought. At least half of his generally at least daily interactions with the Senior WherHandler involved at least a certain amount of annoyance, including (in recent memory) the time when she’d pounded on his door after hearing about a certain fight, then preceded to prove her exhausted state by sleeping nearly an entire day on his bed.
“Why should I laugh?” T’kar asked, ignoring the hiss Dalonia issued as she turned slightly away to continue scanning the crowd. There were times when even he didn’t know why he persisted in interacting with Dalonia more than their duties demanded. It wasn’t like he retained much of the holder mindset that children should live with a stable family of two parents, grandparents, etc and so on, so it couldn’t be because of shared children… or at least, not wholly because of shared children.
“I think it looks nice on you,” he added. Maybe he felt responsible for her, or to her, in some way. They’d been through a lot of crazy things together, after all. Besides, he needed her to learn to act at least a little more normal; he was getting tired of hearing about “T’kar’s watchwher” and “T’kar’s guard canine”.
Dalonia's head came back around and she stared at T'kar for several long seconds without blinking. Was he being serious? Did he truly think that she looked nice? Her stony expression melted away briefly and a hint of uncertainty flickered across her features. She was having a very hard time believing that he genuinely thought she looked good in a dress that wasn't even made for her and was comprised of two colors she'd never choose to wear herself.
"Yer being serious?" She seemed wary and still a bit disbelieving but her expression had softened ever so slightly. On her shoulder, Thief twisted his head around to regard T'kar with his usual stoic demeanor. The thought of him genuinely thinking that she looked pretty had a strange effect on her that she didn't entirely understand. She was no innocent but then her typical encounter was abrupt and short-lived. She saw T'kar on almost a daily basis both before and after the fact; then there were the children and the fact that they seemed to take turns saving one another. Maybe it was just the fact that whether she liked it or not, she had a grudging respect for the dragonrider and his opinion mattered even just a little?
Whatever the case, she was not at all sure what to make of his compliment.
Holt had made them late. To be fair, he hadn't really been planning on attending. He liked parties and Gathers as much as the next guy, but he'd been thinking to have a nice quiet evening with Mau. Stay in. Let the Weyr go off to the north.
K'tar and that other Rider, B-something, had their idea win out. There wasn't much to say in defense of non-crazy K'tar ideas. And they were so rare too...
So he had agreed. It was one of those times that getting ready took twice as long for no apparent reason. So of course K'tar had to make up all the reasons he was going so slowly. By the time he was presentable he had warmed up to K'tar's comments. He gave the Purple Rider a punch in the arm on the way out the door. "Well stop your yackin' and let's go."
"Finally that's over!" Lithena crowed, parting the crowd in front of them. Some moved from the unwieldy arms while certain others staring at certain places were pushed out of the Black-Green Rider's way.
"You're telling me," Rilora agreed when her sister stopped to take stock and chose their next direction. The Brennawen sisters sported complementary dresses, Rilora's mostly white, Lithena's mostly black. It might have been a bit cold, particularly for Lithena's lowcut neckline, but in the crush of bodies it wasn't so bad.
"Here. You need this now," Lithena insisted, pushing a stemware filled with lightly colored wine towards Rilora.
"Fine, but just one," the elder sister agreed, taking the glass and a sip. Somehow she managed not to spill. Lithena laughed. Rilora relaxed. She finally didn't have a receiving line's worth of Gather guests staring at her face. The disapproving punch Anaela had given her a few days back was now a shiny black eye.
"Good, that's the face I want to see," Lithena encouraged. "Now, finish drinking that and give me the details about Mr. Rough and Tumble."
Rilora blushed. "You and your imagination Lithena."
"Not imagining," Lithena winked. Rilora choked on her drink. "Ha! You're too easy."
Hedara watched Edetta go, just to make sure that her directions proved effective. But she turned her attention back when it worked out alright. She returned shortly with a quiet mention at needing to steal her husband.
“Of course.” She nodded as she went to her husband, corralling him as was required. Hedara occasionally found watching the different sorts of couples curious. Especially because most of them acted nothing like her parents. They seemed to get along in their own way, these two, but Edetta seemed to be the one that kept things in line. Which is why it wasn’t a surprise when Munokhoi said it was time to go.
“To you and yours as well.” Hedara watched the pair go and breathed out, just a little. She crossed her arms, than looked sidelong at V’quin. “Finally pull yourself away from Irrakath’s brood?” A reference to his sister and T’vax. She was still aware of T’vax, just checking from time to time that he was around. She didn’t know what exactly she was looking for, but she was watching. Hopefully he and L’van didn’t get into another fight. She really didn’t need the stress and Ivy, the peacemaker was still off playing with Dancer.
However, after a preliminary glance, she spotted someone else. Rilora, still sporting a black eye, and what she guessed was her sister? Hedara put a hand up to wave, but waved in a more deliberate, rather than enthusiastic manner. Of course, it was the way she was. At least parties were a good enough reason to meet with the other Weyrwoman, that was certainly a boon in her eyes.
Lithena had already snagged another glass for herself while Rilora steadily, slowly lowered hers. She was quite content to simply babysit her sister, it felt homy, comfortable even.
"Oh, look," Lithena turned her sister around, a stray drop of wine sinking into Rilora's sleeve. "Hedara wants you."
"Oh, but it looks so serious," Rilora protested, pushing back against Lithena's arms.
"Hm. Well, if it's that bad I'll get you out of it," Lithena reassured, pressing harder until Rilora's shoes skipped and the two started forward again.
They made it through the crowd, Lithena's weaving skills again proving themselves useful. "Here you go, Hedara," Lithena announced, presenting her sister.
"Be polite," Rilora mumbled.
"This is me being polite," Lithena replied through grinned teeth. "How can we be of service?" And by service, of course I mean the least possible work finished as soon as possible, Lithena thought ideally at Hrith. She felt the Black-Green paying attention. Must be a boring party where she was.
Hedara watched the two blond women approach when Lithena was rather dramatic about presenting her sister. The Icerider was visibly surprised before letting a single chuckle escape her. It was easier for her to relax with V’quin and Rilora around. Well, and a distinct lack of people that triggered her paranoia.
“I do not require anything, I merely wanted to make sure you both were enjoying yourselves.” She was rather pleased to have the Goldrider about, but as usual, did not do particularly well at expressing it. She did have a small smile though. Just enough of one. She was a true northerner after all, a smile no matter how small was rare. Especially with all the things she was involved in. Best not think about that.
“I apologize if I have interrupted, or caused you to believe it was urgent.” Temperanth was most pleased in the back of her head. She was always happy when Hedara relaxed around people. At least people that Temperanth approved of. Then again it was few and far between those that Hedara relaxed around, and usually to make it to that state the Queen DID approve of them. Still, always good.
“Ah, this is V’quin. Feel free to ignore him if you don’t want a clingy Iron lurking about.” And the teasing began. She only barely didn’t say it straight faced. V’quin would get it though, they usually talked like that.
With a grin, he nodded, enjoying the child's innocent pleasure in the obviously new word. He was glad he could share it. Her enthusiasm was refreshing, and made him a bit nostalgic for Riverway Hold where he occasionally helped with the littles. As he took another few bites, he let her play with the word. Then she changed, and he was forcibly reminded of the fact she was quite young.
Blinking as he looked towards the singing Harper, he chuckled at the song, "It would be nice, I'm sure. I imagine he sings more traditional tunes?" He knew the type. And he found himself bobbing his head a bit with the melody. Once it drew to a close, he clapped for the Harper, grinning with a glance towards Munota.
K’tar, who’d been bouncing in place like he thought that would get Holt out the door faster — when he hadn’t been making all kinds of outrageous comments and pretend observations about what could be making his friend take so long — rocked with Holt’s punch to the arm with the ease of long practice.
“Let’s go!” he crowed, jumping straight into the air and reaching skyward with his right hand, punching the air in a fine show of youthful enthusiasm. Yes, he did know how to behave, but he usually didn’t bother with it. Actually, he essentially never bothered with it. Forth, enthusiasm!
Viarth’s excited bugle rang through the air, his tail twitching in anticipation of the party.
B’ow had watched patiently, and eventually K’tar’s friend had appeared. They had some friendly banter while B’ow merely started to roll his feet toward the dragons as K’tar punched the air. He did have a small, wry smile on his face though. He might not jump into parties the same way his friend did, but he was okay with this. The enthusiastic voice in his head helped.
Come on! The bright purple was too excited to stand still, at least right now. Once the group of riders finally got out to the Bowl, B’ow gave Hailreth a pat, and he settled enough so that he could actually get on. Of course, once he was on, he hardly had time to get settled before Hailreth launched himself into the air. To adventure!
You are too into this.
You are not ‘into’ it enough! B’ow wrangled the excitable mind onto the subject of images, but soon enough they had skipped through nothing and into the skies above the icy Weyr. B’ow watched his breath turn to vapor as they landed, and he slipped off. Once Hailreth was free of his rider he started to look around intently. Oh, and Ice dragon! They looked cool. And Auroras everywhere! He couldn’t wait to meet everyone.
Viarth, Korith! Let’s go! I wanna say hi to everyone! No sooner said then the brightly colored dragon was off. B’ow sighed and merely watched to slip back into the group of other riders. If K’tar was going to drag him, he was going to stay with the group.
Munota was clapping wildly, though she did recall sufficient manners not to stand on the chair. She was pretty sure her father hadn’t meant it, when he said he’d ship her home early if she didn’t behave, but that didn’t mean she wanted to risk it. This was amazing! The whole place was amazing, and she already had a new friend.
“Always.” Munota wrinkled her nose, an expression which was intended to convey a certain amount of dislike, but looked so cute that it generally failed of the purpose. “They’re all such serious songs, mostly.”
“Where are you from?” she asked. Clearly, he couldn’t be from a Weyr, else he would have seen loads of Hatchings.
T’kar smiled. It struck him as odd, that Dalonia wouldn’t have considered him to have been telling the truth immediately. Which was probably silly, considering how well he knew her, but there it was. He managed to resist the urge to hug her though. He knew her well enough for that.
“Of course I’m being serious. I wouldn’t have said it otherwise.”
A flurry of motion attracted his attention, over towards the nearby stage. Seeing Alyga about to climb up onto the stage, he jogged over. She might not need his help as much anymore, now that Drum and Flute were there to help out, but that hadn’t quite sunk fully into him. He’d been the protector and helper of his little sister since the day she was born, and the tendency to think that way had perhaps been exaggerated by the fact that almost all of his visits had involved sorting things out on her behalf at least some of the time.
K’rad actually grinned as the applause sounded, glancing over at Cyan. It was amazing, and he felt a rush of happy, almost even giddy, energy. As they slipped off the stage, he sprang lightly to the ground, turning to look up at Cyan, eyes seeming to glow in a moment, just a single moment, of unguarded happiness. This had been an excellent idea, he was glad she’d talked him into it. Perhaps…
K’rad repressed a sigh. Belegurth was right. Even ignoring that he was here to do a favor for the people taking care of his family, if he told Cyan about it, or even about them, she would then be bound to report him to the leadership of Rainbow Mists Weyr, which would force him to… No, Belegurth was right. Secrets kept were infinitely better than secrets revealed.
Deret One couldn't help but grin at the child, she was just far too...Well, she was cute. In a very young, child-like way. So he did grin at her enthusiasm, and her eagerness at the world. It was refreshing. At her question, he shrugged a little bit, "I'm from Riverway Hold. I doubt you've ever been. I was Searched from there, before coming to Rainbow Mists Weyr." Deret didn't mind talking to the child, he had never minded talking to anyone, really. Unless that person was being intentionally mean. He had little tolerance for bullies. Shifting on the bench, he glanced down at his food before quickly finishing it off before the last tendrils of warmth could vanish from it.
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