Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 12, 2011 3:21:53 GMT -5
The longest nights of the turn were upon the Western Continent, but all was not dark; the morning light shone on brilliant banners and oft-bright clothing as Crescent Hold awoke the morning after the hatching. Turn's End was upon them at last, and some time ago Samara and Cambyses had sent word to the caravans of the Continent, and to their own people; many wares were displayed, untold amounts of food available for purchase, and this evening the Lord and Lady Holder would offer a feast to those who cared to attend. Dancing, merriment, entertainment...
Samara had little time for such frivolities, personally, but even she found enjoyment in the work to be done behind the scenes, to ensure that such an event as the Turn's End Gather went off without a hitch. This was not merely any other Gather, after all; it was a celebration of Couineth's hatching and Dalibor's last group of weyrlings before Thread would fall. A celebration of the midpoint of winter and the knowledge that spring was coming...yet this spring would bring with it Pern's nemesis from the skies. Joy would likely soon be in small supply, and Samara understood the necessity of such pleasantries as these. To calm the soul, and to remind the people what they all worked for; the survival of their society, of those around them, friends and strangers alike.
Cambyses was unfortunately ill today, and Samara had insisted he take it easy, in the hope that he would be well enough to fully enjoy himself at the feast this evening. No doubt it was all the fault of their trip to Dalibor in the frosty winter air. Therefore, she was not only at her usual tasks with the Headwoman and kitchen crew, but whirling off to see to it that all went well throughout the Hold. The market already bustled, and she looked up as the first dragons began to appear in the sky, to cheers from those below. Weyr and Hold, coming together to celebrate another successful turn. The last turn of the Interval.
Yet even with that bitter reminder lurking in the back of her mind, even without her husband at her side, Samara resolutely returned to her duties. Not only a celebration of a prosperous turn for the Hold and of fifty new dragonets for the Weyr despite the tragedy of the fire - but a celebration of two hundred turns of soon-to-end peace.
Throughout the day there would be plenty of shopping and entertainment throughout the Hold, but that evening, the great dining hall was brilliantly lit with glows, packed with people (and the occasional dragonet). Samara rose from her seat and held up a hand, waiting for silence to fall through the room before she spoke.
"Good evening, and a happy Turn's End to all of you; our heartiest congratulations to the recently-graduated Skystalker class of Dalibor Weyr, and to the new Cloudchaser class, Impressed yesterday. As always, Crescent offers its most sincere gratitude to all of you. I understand that Senior Weyrleader O'sho has a few words?" She gestured to the man to take the floor. There had been no feast for the weyrlings at Dalibor the night before, she was given to understand, but she was glad enough to play host to it now. The timing had worked out rather well, all told; imagine if the eggs had waited until today to hatch!
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Post by matsi on Sept 13, 2011 13:11:01 GMT -5
S’id, for once, was actually attending something because he wanted it. That’s right. HE[/b] wanted to. Of course, Apoth approved that he was going to attend. Why would the soft brown argue with His actually being social? It was a once in a turn even, to have S’id want to go somewhere where there were lots of people, and Apoth was about shaking with joy from it. What made it even better, was that it was a gather. The brown, just out of that weyrling stage, was just going to his first gather, and he felt like an excited dragonet again. He kept asking His questions about it, and S’id, being in an unusually good mood, would answer with a small smile and a loving pat to the browns shoulder. Even when flying to the gather, Apoth kept asking questions, and his eyes whirled with cool excitement. When the gather came into sight, Apoth’s nose flared to take in the oncoming scents, and he warbled out. In fact, he warbled out a greeting to ever dragon they passed. With so much excitement billowing off of Apoth, it was hard for S’id to not be in a good mood and excited also.
Finally, the small brown dragon landed and his eyes whirled around happily. S’id dismounted and headed for the hall, where people were gathering probably to hear from the Lord or Lady Holder. Maybe even their own Weyr Leader or Lady. Who knew. There was a vast majority of possibilities for the reasoning behind going into the dining hall, but either way, S’id did the same.
The brown rider listened to the Lady Holder, and looked around at a few familiar, and a few new faces, and even a few dragonets that had been brought for the gather.
They are the future, S’idMine, Apoth’s voice interjected into S’id’s mind. The brown rider only let the corners of his lips curl up slightly, and sighed heavily. Without Apoth behind him, he would have been disappointed in what he saw. None of them seemed strong enough! But… He knew better now.
And we help them get there, S’id replied to the dragon as he turned and slipped out of the hall again.
He wandered up to Apoth, who was sitting in a clearing, just looking around with bright eyes.
So many people. Everyone is in a good mood too. Including you, S’idMine. Gathers must be magical, There was a hint of a teasing tone in the Brown’s mind and S’id chuckled.
”Maybe so, Apoth. Maybe so,” He pat the Brown’s leg again, and looked around. What would be his first stop?
Apoth lowered his head, even with his rider’s, and hummed with a joking sound.
Maybe find a female to woo, Apoth joked, earning a shove in the face from His. The brown let dragonic laughter pour lightly from his throat and his eye glittered with glee.
You are a pain. Go away, S’id shook his head with a grin and started to walk away from the dragon.
Enjoy yourself, S’idMine,
You too.
S’id was used to being away from Apoth, but this…this was the first time in ages that he could do something without worrying about what the others of the weyr would think, especially the weyrling master. Nope. He didn’t have that anymore. Freedom, almost, was what it was. Of course, the feeling of a newfound freedom was enough to make even the darkest of hearts happy for a day. So, when a random woman he didn’t know pull at his arm to pull him into a dancing mass, well, there was no saying no.
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 13, 2011 13:47:00 GMT -5
Unath cruised at altitude with such steadfast unidirectionality as to suggest her rider's strict influence, but the Tan actually handled the straightforward flight on her own. A lot of the turbulence that might have pestered her passengers simply blew in under her thick wings and lifted her, but Unath failed to drop precipitously once the puff had gone. Q'sis glanced from the span of one wing to the other, watching the thin and durable flight spars stretch and fold the membrane without any input from him. He could feel some deepset portion of the dragon's brain at work, and it did not hitch and stall like so many of her higher functions. Q'sis ran his hand along the skin bunched at the base of the ridge ahead of him, and the dappled chest below filled with a series of staccato bass notes that built to a crescendo, then relaxed: a growl of pleasure. Dragonhide had the miraculous quality of being thick and tough but not impermeable to a friendly touch.
Another growl started, only to resolve into a throaty whistle as Unath overflew the Gather proceedings. The sound was so similar to a human expression of awe that Q'sis grinned behind his scarf. Unath's height above the bay made no difference in her capacity for observation: faceted eyes scanned across the sea of little faces and structures, able to pick up the fine details on each and every one. When a group of children waved at her the Tan erupted a roar of delight, wiggling her wings and sending her flight path up and down in an inadvertent dance before Q'sis reined her in.
She crested Crescent's cliffs, then circled around so she could peer at the well-wishers again. Upon her second turnabout past the top of Crescent she glided down over the field capping the cliff and lowered her long hind legs so that the triads of claws hung toward the ground. Her claws caught on the precipice of the bluff, wings rotated up and backwinged against the momentum the rest of her body still held. The dragon's smaller forelimbs descended to lock her position, and the rocking of her passengers ceased. Unath suspended her relaxed wings at her sides, their span wavering as her chest swelled and exhaled in deep, rhythmic recovery, her jaws gaping.
Q'sis twisted in the saddle to look at his passenger. He pulled his scarf down off his mouth and nose, but noticed something beyond Saia and stared at it before he spoke. A reedy herder girl in brown overalls was nudging her sheep along the blue-green grass that blanketed the cliffs. The Crescent sheep paid no attention to the massive predator clutching the clifftop some twenty feet off their gathering. Unath had eaten yesterday, so she did not pay any mind to them either. Q'sis could just detect the high notes in the song the herder was humming to her charges. He snorted and refocused on Saia.
"Don't take anything off yet. She will bring us down proper in a minute. She just needs a rest." The mildness of Winter light ensured the glare was not too bright off his goggles, and she could see the olive eyes studying her from behind the glass. Finding the tagalong in satisfactory condition took no more than a few seconds, and Q'sis turned forward again. He could feel his lips drying as wind lashed around Unath's raised neck and head to beat on his face, but however cold it was sitting here on the promontory did not compare to the chill of preceding flight over. And with Unath's altered posture blocking most of the gusts, it at least did not feel like the sky was trying to scrape them off her back anymore.
The Tanrider leaned forward so he could pet further up Unath's neck, his dragon ceasing her panting for a moment to try and curl her head back into his reach. Q'sis rubbed as close as he could to the waiting headknobs and eyeridges, then directed Unath back to her breathing. "We have a fairly early curfew. You'll have to meet up with me by then if you want a ride back. I suppose you could always take a boat too." He did not sound very enthused at the prospect of her choosing a hunk of floating wood over his dragon, even if it meant she got to stay later. Saia would have to keep him pleased; he had his suspicions about what she wanted out of this day.
Oh she had approached innocently enough, trading her assistance in oiling Unath for a ride on the beast-- or rather, she had assisted and Q'sis then invited her. Some trades did not need to be spelled out. But Saia was cleverer than expected, and Q'sis had an eye for conspicuously timed offers of aid. Unath lowered her wings and he secured his grip on the strap in front of him. "We're going down now." He granted Saia one more acknowledging look. "Don't be afraid."
Unath's head descended, then her neck bent after it and formed a spotty arrow aimed at the festooned earth below. As soon as she pulled her forelegs up the portion of her body where Q'sis and Saia were strapped in began to tilt downwards as well. Q'sis reached back and touched Saia's hand, making sure it was holding tight to the straps, then turned back as his dragon flicked her hind legs out to their full extension. All these tiny, necessary motions to propel Unath clear of the rock passed in the space of a second or two. She descended at a comfortably attenuated angle, but from the riders' position it certainly appeared perpendicular. Q'sis needled her wings open when she was still fifty feet clear off the highest Gather tents, and Unath shot out beyond the festivities, wheeling and slowing over the bay before coming in to land on the gray beach beside the docks. She sank in and skidded a ways, issuing a honk of surprise, green eyes taking up their swiftest whirling pace.
Once stopped the Tan immediately began mashing her small forepaws into the pebbly sediment, contracting and relaxing her pentadactyl claws. Q'sis ignored her and unleashed himself from the harness, then moved sidesaddle to do the same for Saia. "Go on," he said, pointing her down Unath's leg-- which he forced the dragon to move away from her beach-mushing task and extend into a ramp to the ground. Once Saia was off Unath went back to her activity, though once Q'sis was ready to dismount she laid out her arm again without any coercion from him.
He had stripped his riding jacket, gloves and goggles, stuffing all in a wherhide travel bag he had brought along. His vest underneath was green and gold, the shirt in dark blue. The fashionability of his trousers was sacrified for the warming comfort of brown wherhide, but that would be fixed by Gather's end. He tightened the hidden knot of his dark red belt cloth. Halves of his scarf hung over each shoulder, unwound, partially obscuring his Weyrling knot. He wisely kept his hat on his head. When he was done adjusting, he noticed Saia was still lingering nearby.
His suspicions were evidenced, then. "I am doing my buying first," he noted gravely, then strode up the planked dunes to the flat stone where the traders and Craftsmen had gathered. There were plenty of holders clustered to gawk each new dragonrider in, but their eyes traveled less certainly from him to the subqueen he had left on the beach. There wasn't any ecstatic waving now, not even to Unath. They got out of Q'sis' way. That was what mattered.
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Gray
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Post by Gray on Sept 13, 2011 22:13:20 GMT -5
Red hair trailed behind her like the tail end of a comet. The wind rushed deliciously fast past her ears leaving the edges of them red, the howl of winter one of the few things she heard besides the beating of her heart. Dark green scarf around her neck muffled her cries of joy, the edges fluttering behind her. She leaned over a bit, watching the ground pass by quickly. Behind her she could hear the sound of Ercuth's wings as they flapped. She lightly patted the green's neck and smiled brightly. A gather. She hadn't expected there to be one at the end of the turn, due to the impending threat of thread. Yet here she was.
Hand strayed to the small bag tied around her waist. In it were a few little statues she had been working on, the woman had been training Prince to retrieve stone, wood and bones that look like they would work well. The purple showed an uncanny ability in finding things that would suit her. Plus it got him away from Ercuth for a while. Tasia was still trying to get the two used to each other.
She didn't need to think of that though, this was a Gather. Carefully, she followed a few other dragons, Ercuth winging down carefully, yet quickly. That was one thing Tasia was glad for, the green was fast though her flight was a bit clumsy at times. Slicing through the air, she chose an empty place to land. Sea spray splashed against the pair, the water cold enough to sting. Ercuth's muscles bunched a bit as she landed, the dragon preferring to land on her hind legs and sit up for a few moments before bringing foreclaws down to meet Crescent’s terrain.
The pale green arched her neck a bit and looked to the gathering, grumbling a bit as her rider slipped off.
Remind me why we are doing this? [/i] The green was unimpressed by the gathering. Why would she want to be around all these.. People. Ugh, there were even children! Small humans made the green uncomfortable. Because. I have things to sell and I find it nice to... Socialize a bit. Tasia grinned as she pushed the goggles up. Turning, she opened the small pack on Ercuth's side and placed her goggles and flight jacket in it. She had chosen her best. Tasia had actually broken into her more flamboyant outfits for once. Weyrhide vest clung tight to her ribs, the shirt beneath it dark green in color, the neckline scalloped. She had spoke to one of the newer weyrlings and had her tailor it so it fit comfortably. Dark leggings clung to her beneath her skirt, keeping her warm. The skirt she wore was several shades of green from dark to light, layered. Reaching over she tenderly stroked Ercuth's muzzle. “Now calm down, it will be fun. I'm sure you can find someone interesting to speak with or harass.” Tasia chuckled a bit. The green gave her a slight nuzzle before stalking off to join the other dragons. Turning to the masses, Tasia plunged into the gather.[/center] |
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Post by matsi on Sept 13, 2011 22:51:10 GMT -5
Oh, S’id couldn’t help it. A smile was actually plastered onto his face as he twirled with people, laughing, and dancing. The music seemed to infect him, making it impossible for him to stop moving. So, he didn’t. He just kept going, changing dance partners occasionally to someone who could keep up with his rare, joyous movement. At one point, Yang, his blue flitter even popped out of between, tried to land on the shoulders of His, then grew frustrated and flew off. The blue flitter wanted someone to cuddle with, not bounce around on, so he left to find Big brown.
S’id was oblivious to Yang, and well, was quite oblivious to everything else going on around him. All he really noticed were smiling faces and people dancing around him with their own partners. Then, he felt a nudge in his mind. He ignored it. Another mental nudge.
What Apoth? He asked mentally, taking a break and moving to a nearby table to catch his breath.
S’idMine. I just spotted an old friend.
We have old friends? S’id was confused. Since when did they have friends besides F’bee anyways?
Yes. The red head from the lake when I was so little. Tasia. Remember? She has a green now. Just younger than myself. The brown’s mind was warm with the memories, and let the remembrance images flood into S’id’s mind.
Oh.. Yes. I do remember her. Pretty little thing that you splashed. Bad temper, S’id recited, more for himself than for Apoth. The brown crooned though.
You never have had light coming out of your rear either, S’id. Apoth teased lovingly. Well, it was the truth too, but he was pointing it out more as humor.
But, like I was saying… She was making her way towards the dancing mass. Maybe say hello? It has been so long, The brown’s mind was warm and happy against S’id’s. So, the rider simply smiled and moved to the edge of the dancing crowd, looking for the familiar face.
Finally, S’id’s eyes landed on the familiar face. Alright, so it wasn’t the face that caught his eye, it was the hair, but what mattered was that he recognized her. So, he positioned himself just on the edge of the crowd, and waited. His face plain from expression, and his green eyes watching his red headed prey. Then, just as she walked past him, despite the part of his mind that was afraid she would hit him, he reached out and grabbed her arm.
”Now, now, Tasia. Where is the rush? Surely you have time for a dance or two,” He spoke smoothly, only to earn mental croons from Apoth. He wanted to roll his eyes, but instead, only raised his head proudly and looked her in the eyes, almost daring her to deny him. Yet, he didn’t even wait long enough to let her answer.
”Of course you have time. It is only the beginning of the Gather. Let me help you start it off with a bang,” He grinned slightly, pleased by his own cunning…or clever, he couldn’t decide…words. He began to back up, lightly pulling Tasia towards the dancing mass, then held out his other hand to her.
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Gray
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Post by Gray on Sept 13, 2011 23:55:14 GMT -5
There was something about Gathers that just made her feel excited. There was so much laughter and cheer in the air. It was electric. She had a lightness to her step that she hadn't had since she was a child. She liked the colors she saw, looking at her clothing she frowned a bit. Perhaps it had been too long since she had looked at the latest fashions.
As she neared the tables, she took a deep breath, the scent of delicious food lingering in the air. Perhaps she would take a moment to find something to eat. Her lunch had been light, Ercuth demanded she was oiled before they left. Eyes wandering over the heads of others, she tried to pinpoint where the smells were coming from.
Hand automatically lashed out and shoved the person who grabbed her arm, Tasia herself wirling around to face them. Narrowed eyes glared from over the frames of her glasses. Her expression softened to one of slight surprise when she saw him. Tasia knew him, but his name escaped her for a moment. She frowned a bit as she thought deeply. S'id. That's right, he was the one with the handsome light brown. Suddenly it all clicked.
“Hello S'id.” She smiled a bit.
“Rush? Not much of a rush, debating between going to do a bit of trading, or maybe getting a bite to eat.” Mentally, she felt a slight balking.
Who is this? Ercuth's mental growl was cold, she could feel the Green's annoyance and it leaked a bit into her own feelings.
No worry dear, this is S'id, he was a candidate with me. He Impressed before I did to a brown. [/color] She could feel Ercuth mulling this information over, dissecting it a bit. Is this brown ugly? Tasia had to hide a laugh, grinning a bit she soothed the green. While he is not as lovely as you are, he is a handsome beast. Very light for his kind, and smaller. I think you should see for yourself. Ercuth snorted a bit. If she could roll her eyes, she would. Ercuth was sure she would not like this brown or his rider. Fine. Continue talking, but one wrong move and he will pay.With that little bit of banter over, Tasia returned her attention to S'id. Looking down a bit she almost laughed. It was always amusing when boys were shorter than she was. “Well I'm sure it won't hurt to spend a few minutes with you. The traders can certainly wait.” Tasia followed quickly. Ah dancing! Not something she was amazingly good at, never really having much of a chance to try, but it was always fun to watch others. She just had to be careful not to step on anyone.[/center] |
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Post by matsi on Sept 14, 2011 0:23:26 GMT -5
With the trauma of her almost hitting him over, S’id let his expressions fade to the slight amusement that danced through his mind. Of course, as he backed up with her trailing in his grip, he grinned.
”Won’t hurt? I believe you should be honored, Tasia,” He smiled as Apoth groaned. Apoth just couldn’t smooth out that self-centered pride that His had. Not that it was a bad thing. There was always a time and place for pride, but Apoth wasn’t too sure this was that time or place. Oh well. It was too late to stop S’id now.
As Apoth’s mind fell into silence again, S’id stood tall and put his hand on Tasia’s waist. He was ready to play teacher. But first, he had to make sure she wouldn’t give him a black eye for this too. One would think that since he was so perfect, that he would be skilled around the female species. Well… nope. S’id wasn’t proud of it, but it didn’t bother him that much. He had other things normally to do than to ogle at the girls. So, well, this was a bit of a test and confidence booster or killer for S’id.
Once he made sure he wasn’t going to die, he looked at his feet.
”Steps of four,” He said simply as he took a few strategic steps.
”And your left hand…” He took his hand off of her waist and grabbed her left hand.
”Goes on my shoulder,” He placed her hand on his shoulder, then put his hand back on her waist. He lifted his head proudly again, and puffed out his chest, trying to make himself look his best.
”Now, just follow my lead,” He said. Naturally, he wanted others to follow him, so dancing was simple for him in a sense.
Lightly, he stepped forward.
”Step back,” He stated with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
Apoth sat in his spot, humming a happy sound. His was being social. Yes, it was a good thing. Maybe he should be too. But…it was so nice to just relax. That’s what he would do…He would relax, and if someone wanted to talk to him, he would talk. With that, he lowered himself to the ground and stretched out. His wings fanned out as they stretched, and his hind legs kicked out behind him, making him look like a dog rubbing its belly on a rug. The light brown hummed louder, even as Yang popped by him and started to roll between his front paws. Apoth watched the blue flit, amusement in his eyes.
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Lan
Weyrlingmaster 
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Post by Lan on Sept 14, 2011 0:47:14 GMT -5
Are you sure we want to do this? F'ton swallowed hard, double-checking his riding straps as he had been accustomed to doing from his weyrling training. His attire was uncustomarily fancy, dyed a gray-blue and of a quality of fabric the son of a dolphineer was not used to wearing. Although he had bought it for such occasions as this, he was still not quite keen on the idea of wearing it. It didn't feel right. It didn't feel like him. He adjusted the sleeves as he took his time getting a feel for sitting atop the large bulk of his iron dragon. This, too, was something he felt he would never get accustomed to. We don't have to go if we don't want to, he added, patting the side of the dragon's great neck out of habit to say that he was ready to go.
It is proper for us to go. Poseith, right on cue, took off from the ledge of their weyr and with his great wings thrust themselves into the air. F'ton held on tightly to the straps before him. Unlike his siblings, Poseith had never really gotten the hang of gracefulness and smoothness of take-offs and landings. He was a large dragon of an equally large weight; getting his mass off of the ground would be tricky for some time until he got older and more mature. Still, at least his size had finally leveled out. He was a little short of three feet less than fifty. His wings, too, had spread out wide to support his girth in the air and sometimes F'ton wondered whether or not the wingspan of Poseith was more than his length from nose to tail-tip. Are you ready? The iron asked after F'ton with his steady, diplomatic voice. The newly graduated ironrider swallowed again, drew a breath, and nodded. A second later cold pierced his body.
One... Two... Three...
They burst into existence in the air above Crescent Hold and F'ton thought he felt his heart skip a beat. A Gather. A proper Gather. But that was not the strongest feeling in F'ton's heart. This place was home. It had been turns since he had last seen the stone walls and odd corners of his teenage home. There he had met his first love and had his first heartache. There he had trained to be a dolphineer. There he had been searched to eventually come to be partnered with his Poseith. He was both excited and nervous to see his family again. There would be no sister for him to take care of this time. Only his happy-go-lucky father and his stoic, stone-faced mother would be greeting him. He wondered what they'd think of him now.
Poseith's strong presence leaned against his troubled mind and F'ton managed a smile as they came in for a landing. At the very least, he was sure that his mother would approve of Poseith's calm manner... and it was her opinion that mattered most to him. His father, meanwhile... well, he'd probably admire the great size of the iron!
Poseith's bulk hit the ground with a jolt and F'ton naturally held himself in place to counteract the forces that meant to jerk him around. They had landed. This was real. He was at a Gather in the place he had once called home. Would it still be home to him? Only one way to find out. Poseith kneeled so that F'ton could dismount a little closer to the ground. As F'ton's feet hit the ground his knees bent to disperse the force of his landing. Each breath seemed consciously taken in and pushed out. He knew shouldn't feel so skittish as he had felt, but that didn't change the fact that he did. Shall I wait for you? The iron's strong mental voice came like a torch light in his rider's mind. F'ton shook his head. No. He'd be all right. He only hoped he might find his parents before the night was out.
The iron took off to settle himself on some ledge to sun while F'ton took his first few steps in a long time on Crescent's ground . Once he was free from the landing area he paused, taking in the sights before he would find courage to press forward. |
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Post by mangonumnum on Sept 14, 2011 9:42:50 GMT -5
The Gather. Finally a time for Zara to be who she really was-a lady. Riding straps, sadly, went horribly with a gown. So, arriving fashionably late seemed difficult to do unless she was also to arrive not very fashionable. Despite her small falling out with the family, Zara had convinced them to send her a new gown that was the at the very height of fashion. Otherwise, she had threatened to mention to everyone her association with them and how she was indeed riding a male dragon.
As she dismounted, Areith gave her a not-entirely-playful nudge. These were such silly things to the black. He didn't understand why His saw them as such an importance....and fun. It gives me the chance to flirt, love she explained as she quickly found somewhere to change You know how I get...
Areith snorted and left to join the other dragons, though he did manage to perch fairly far away from them, baring his teeth at those he deemed too close. Now behave yourself....I'm going to have some wine... she cooed, hoping the dragon would take a hint and sleep. Her gown was long and black, as per her request. The neck was high and a red brooch adorned it. She had quickly swept her hair up into a messy bun, curly tendrils falling to frame her face in an appealing matter.
She entered the room and slowly observed the scene. There were some people she recognized from class, some new Weyrlings she had seen Impress, some older riders. The Lady Holder gave a quick speech and gave the floor to O'sho. Zara held little interest for the speeches. She wanted the wine, she wanted the ladies in elegant ball gowns, she wanted the dancing, she wanted the delicious food that her parents couldn't stop her from gorging herself on!
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L'sd felt he'd never quite get used to the formality of Gathers. But you look quite lovely, Mine. Tabeyiith cooed, looking over His as he fussed with his dress tunic. Such fussy things....shirts....he'd much rather go in just a pair of pants, despite the cold.
Thanks Tab he said, giving the blue a gentle smile I'll get used to it eventually throughout the night I suppose. He scratched the eye ridges of the blue and was quickly on his back and in his riding straps. He thought of the new Weyrlings and the ones that had just graduated. They would still be having a slower time with their straps to be sure; it seemed like not too long ago he had those same troubles. Now he was Wingsecond with Thread approaching. He shook his head before Tabeyiith took off, spreading his wings and giving a goodbye bugle. Soon, the two were between and not long after, they were at Crescent. Tabeyiith helped His get off and cheerfully flew back to where the dragons rested after a gentle reminder from L'sd.
L'sd looked around as he entered, not seeing too many familiar faces yet. Instead, he sat himself up near the food and listened attentively to the speeches of the Lady Holder and Weyrleader.
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Paixioth was letting him go out! Oh what mischeif he could cause. Ch'ko could hardly wait. And then he put on his new dress robes Paixioth made him order. Awww....I look silly Paix.... he said, his grin fading only slightly These things sharding stink!
Now Mine. You can;t use such language at the Gather. You are a bronze rider and you much behave as such. You look quite elegant for....your stature. Now stop complaining and let us go He paused only for a moment as His climbed on and they went [i[between[/i]. And remember to greet everyone politely. And don't pull practical jokes. Stay away from the wine and don't eat more than your fair share. Maybe find a lady to dance with. Perhaps Sereinth's?
At the suggestion, Ch'ko went bright red. The color had barely faded from his cheeks when he entered the dining hall and found a place to sit where he could still see the activities going on. No...he wasn't gonna dance with Rosasharn. That was....too...too....embarassing! He didn't dance...no.....[/size]
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Shirath: THOSE aren't spirit fingers... THESE ARE SPIRIT FINGERS!!!
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Post by Boo on Sept 14, 2011 20:01:55 GMT -5
C’ian was amongst the crowd and wearing his best clothes. Well, best merely meant clothes that weren’t partially ripped… But they were awesome! Just like this whole night was going to be. He bounced on the balls of his feet having only just gotten over the excitement of flying with Shirath all the way to the Hold. It had taken them a while but they were rather good at flying now. They had managed to get here in one piece and C’ian only had a couple of bruises from the bumpy landing.
However, he simply couldn’t wait for the night to kick off. Dancing and everything for everyone! Perhaps he could teach them his new dance moves! They were so awesome after all. Oh speeches. How boring. He calmed considerably as he waited for the Senior Weyrleader to take the floor and talk to them all.
I hate speeches. I wanna dance!
I want to find my perfect dragoness yet you do not hear me whining like a child.
I hear you whining every single day.
Well, I shall enjoy myself. Although I cannot dance with you I shall speak with some of the more beautiful siblings here.
C’ian folded his arms in a pouting sort of way and awaited the speech.
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Kire had managed to hitch a ride with a very nice rider. She felt bad because she couldn’t remember the name at all… She was so incredibly excited to be here and it was all accentuated by the excitement Kisk was feeling. The tiny wher was just so thrilled at the thought of being near so many people even if it was mainly Kire in amongst the crowd.
KISK AM HAVE FUN!
Kire giggled and looked about, waiting for the speech. Kire’s clothing was considerably better than C’ian’s and her hair was tied back. She hated wearing it out but she had done it up in something of a style. The handler had been rather pleased with her accomplishment and smiled vaguely into the distance as the Lady Holder began to speak.
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There was one person who was a little grudging about being at the gather. The effort of flying there with a rather annoying black wher had been more than he liked to consider. The black had just about jumped off Hydeth as they had flown and it had taken every bit of self control not to just yell at the wher and his handler. Even now, Je’kyll could see the girl smiling dumbly off into the distance and rolled his eyes. Folding his arms, he looked forward in frustration. The sooner he could eat the better. He would probably hit the craftstalls sometime too… Maybe buy some of the nicer food from the crafters. Bubblies. Perhaps the traders had some animals for sale. He would, of course, take a peek at the Runners.
He rubbed his eyes at the thought of Runners. Requias was getting fat and slow, which saddened him greatly. Perhaps it was just her age or maybe he didn’t ride her enough. Je’kyll had made an effort to take her out more often but she was still a little lazy and even skittish. He wasn’t sure what had done it. She hadn’t been like that since the time she had thrown him on his way to Healer Hall.
What are all these sad thoughts!? Have fun! Dance with people! Perhaps you should search for Midnith’s! That would be fun, wouldn’t it?
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Where is your brother?
Fel looked up and around the room, searching for her brother with interest. Where was Xiro anyway? Perhaps he was just hiding somewhere. Dhanuth, of course, was not there but he could tell that Fel had not yet found her brother.
You look nice.
Fel blushed and smiled, unnecessarily straightening out her dress. It was one of her best items of clothing. Perhaps somewhat unfoundedly she was hoping her family would be here to meet Dhanuth. It would be so exciting to introduce them to the black dragon and she could barely contain the nerves. Of course, the chances that they had travelled all the way to the Western Continent were slim… Mostly she just really, really wanted to see Ralet. He was such a lovely person and she half hoped someone at the Weyr would see him and search him as a candidate.
It was thoroughly unfounded but Fel couldn’t help but consider it as an option. All three of them in the Weyr together! It would be awesome! All thoughts of the fire were, for that moment, pushed from her mind.
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Z’is could only smile awkwardly as his whole class was congratulated on their graduation. It sure was very exciting to be considered a fully-fledged rider. He was a Weyrling no longer but a rider. Hephaeth and he would soar across the skies. He had a limp from his injuries but felt confident that he would be able to assist the Weyr in any way he was required. Indeed, he looked forward to defending Pern no matter how frightening it truly was.
That’th uth. We have graduated finally. I thuppothe we will show all our thiblinth exthactly what we’re able to do.
Z’is merely nodded and folded his arms with some nerves at the thought of being around so many people. He was keeping mostly to himself, not interacting with anyone and he was also rather inclined to just keeping to himself for the whole time, perhaps judging the food. His mother was about somewhere, having moved off from the Weyr to the Hold to assist those preparing for the Gather.
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Lirone was not amongst the crowd, trying to keep to herself as much as she could. The orangerider looked in the hall at those milling about and drew in a breath. She touched the door and then walked through exhaling and standing towards the back of the crowd gathered to listen to the Lady holder.
You should be in the front, show your pride and our supremacy.
I don’t think that’s necessary. I am quite content here Agrippith.
She twined her hands around one another and looked anxiously about impatient for the speech to be over so she might leave. Well, at least perhaps so that the hall would clear a little more. She was rather looking forward to dancing so long as she knew the people she danced with were taller than her. She hated dancing with people who were shorter because it wasn’t how these things were supposed to work. Agrippith was on a ledge, holding her head haughtily forwards and judging the dragons as they flew in.
{ooc: Yal and Teddy are out shopping…}
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Alec
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Cuteness abound!
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Post by Alec on Sept 15, 2011 0:27:59 GMT -5
Ahh Gathers. A time of good food, friends and fun. Taklavon thought as he breathed in the fresh aromas of food from the Gather. His stomach growled at all the lovely smells. Guess it's time to eat. He hadn't eaten since an hour before the Hatching began, so he was surprised that he didn't notice his hunger sooner.
He headed toward the foodstands and ordered himself some roast wherry, a baked tuber, and a glass of juice. If he had klah now, he wouldn't go to sleep until well after the sun came up. And despite the fact that the celebrations will go well into the night, Tak had chores to do and he knew it. He paid the appropriate marks to the people and went to find himself someplace to sit. Idly, he glanced down at his remaining marks. He had a sixteenth left over. Just enough for some spending room.
Ah ha! A place to sit! he thought as he spyed an adequate spot. He placed his meal down and began on the wherry, pushing some aside to pile onto his tuber. As he was eating, he couldn't help but think about the dud egg. Had it hatched, what color would it have been? Taklavon wondered. And who would it Impress to? He had been saddened when little green Nivorth had passed him by, but even more happy that she chose Shailen.
Well, if nothing else, I could always go back to Valaner and see Lardin again. It's been so long since he's seen his older brother, and he was starting to miss him.
He was still rambling on in his thoughts when something a few stands away caught his eye. Curious, Taklavon went to investigate. It was a small, flat piece of metal, about two inches long, in the shape of a dragon colored harper blue, with green accents as well. "Sir?" He asked, "May I ask how much for the blue dragon?" "One sixteenth piece." "Hmm..." Tak debated the thought. He HAD the money, but if he bought it, there was nothing left to spend.
Finally, he decided. "Ok, fair enough." He said as he handed the last of his money to the man. Once he had a chance to examine it up close, he saw why it was priced so low. The metal was cheap, possibly a low grade iron. But it didn't matter to Tak, as he headed back to his meal. It would look nice on his gitar.
He had nearly finished eating when the music reached a high point and most everyone got up to dance. He remained there, not because he didn't want to, but because he had not quite finished his tuber, and he had no one to dance with. So he sat and watched, willing to dance if anyone asked him to.
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princesal
Wingrider
salct[M:-100]
Poliwogging it up!
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Post by princesal on Sept 15, 2011 0:57:41 GMT -5
It had taken a long time for W'lin to finally convince himself to go to the gather. He had never been to one he enjoyed actually, getting a bad attitude around this time of year because it was normally cold, and he didn't like when people would see his parents preform and try and force him to as well. Chyurath had been very helpful in trying to say that they didn't need to go. It really was just going to be a lot of people, and neither of them needed that kind of hassle. Unfortunately, the weyr was pretty much deserted now, and W'lin actually was curious about going to a gather, especially now that he had a dragon. There would be no calls of trying to force him onto the stage, no trying to escape when they laughed because he had forced himself to sing off key so he could escape.
He had a small amount of marks, nothing really significant, but maybe enough to buy something nice, or a few small things. He knew that Nality would want another crystal, she had finally ripped her last one, and it had gone smashing to the ground. It was the first time he had seen the green flitter stop moving, and looked positively heartbroken over her lost toy. He was sure that Snoozle would like something too... though what did you get a little pillie that just wanted to cuddle and eat fish all the time? He really had no idea. Chyurath was even more difficult to shop for, and maybe he could find some inexpensive but nice oil for the tricky itchy spots on his hide. What he really wanted to buy though, was a present for H'to. Except that he had no sharding idea what to get him. He'd know it when he saw it hopefully.
So yes, they were going to go. Probably a stupid idea, but it had been made. Giving Nality a cloth with some ground meat smudged into it, she'd have fun playing with it for a bit of time, and giving Snoozle a good cuddle, though she made little noises of protest when he put her down back into her tank.
Unfortunately, he realized, that he really didn't have anything to wear. He didn't have nice clothing, it was all travel worn, and in some places getting a bit threadbare. Instead he settled for clothing that looked like he was in mourning. Dark pants, and a dark long sleeved shirt. It made him look thinner, but luckily masked the oiliness of his hair. Of course, if anyone would be able to see it under the furs, well... that was anyones guess. He layered them on like he was about to freeze and turn into a W'linsicle.
All in all, after making his decision, it took him about another hour to finally be ready to set off. Chyurath's straps were well secured, and he was bundled up as tight as can be. He almost didn't want to go, but a group was leaving now, and it'd be better to go with them rather than try to make it on his own. Would H'to be there? His thoughts always seemed to go back to the blue rider, and he knew that most likely they would never divert or get any better. It was foolish really, he was so head over heels that he was flying upsidedown. Chyurath had remarked a couple times that when W'lin got so wrapped up, it felt like they were flying... and Chyurath liked that feeling. The Iron had taken to the sky like all dragons who knew what they were doing had.
alright...
Do not freeze, and hold on tight. If you fall I shall make sure that I bring you to the gather in the most demeaning way possible.
Not having time to answer back, Chyurath spread his wings and took to the sky in two beats. Still not entirely used to it, he fell against the dragon hide and held on so tight to the straps that his circulation was getting cut off even through the heavy fur gloves he wore. They flew up so high that his teeth were chattering, and he had to pull up his hood to keep his ears from falling off.
It's cold!
pfft
The rest of W'lin's complaints went unheard as they soared through the sky. He really did enjoy this actually, it was beautiful even if it was cold, and it really was so comfortable. It was just perfect, fluid. It was jarring when Chyu landed, like they had just ran into a brick wall. He could tell that it was uncomfortable for the Iron as well, they could have flown forever it seemed. At least this time W'lin didn't accidentally let go and fall off. Wiping his face, he patted Chyu's neck as he'd seen others do, and got such a look for it.
alright... no more of that. Sorry.
As if to make up for it, Chyurath suddenly brushed his head against him... except it came off more like a headbutt, and W'lin was trying to push his furs off, so he flailed for a moment and fell off, right onto the ground, face first.
Graceful as ever, W'lin.
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Post by cy on Sept 16, 2011 2:42:57 GMT -5
[/i][/color] There were so many words just tumbling over themselves. And it was just between them, from his head to hers; he didn't need to stop for breath, and he took advantage of that. 'Takurrath.' She pressed firmly against him, closing her eyes, tilting her head slightly to rub the faint ache beginning to form in her temples. She'd had more turns of simply being alone in her head than she had of only having him. Sometimes it was irritating. But he grew quiet so quickly, so obediently, and she still felt him entwined so seamlessly with her mind that it brought a fond smile to her lips as she opened her eyes to look forward again. 'Sweet heart, you have to be quiet for me now, I want to hear these people talk.' She wasn't sure that Takurrath understood. What were they saying? Why were their words important? Why did she want to hear them instead of him? She was pretty certain that those curiosities were not her own, but Takurrath remained silent as he continued to look over the activities from his perch. He wouldn't question his beloved, he was loyal to her -- and if she wanted quiet from him, she would have it.[/ul][/size] |
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RhiaBlack
Wingrider
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Post by RhiaBlack on Sept 16, 2011 11:22:48 GMT -5
I don't see the point of these, Mine.
Gathers, Bai. They're here t'make people happy. Buy stuff, b'fore Threadfall starts.
Shouldn't we be training? Drilling? Something, now that I can fly?
We're gonna have plenty'a time for all that soon, Bai. 'Member, we're already doin' drills an' such now. Nothin' wrong with a lil' fest'val b'fore things get bad.
Z'dyn's shoulders hunched against the chill, pulling his jacket close around him. The leather was old, but care had seen to it's condition - it was warmer than most of the new jackets he spotted some of his fellow Weyrlings with. Like Baihujinth, Zeke found comfort in familiar things.
The Iron's massive wings stretched outwards with all the grace and ease of flight. Ever since their first official lesson, Z had spent much of his time drilling and patrolling with his Dragon. Bai's desire to be prepared met his Rider's own, and time spent indoors was quickly exchanged for time spent out of it - and Bai was instrumental in breaking His of his fear of flying. Zeke had to convince the stately King that this was simply another means of preparing. That the distance they'd travel was exercise that both of them could use - but given how quickly the pair of them were strengthening and bulking up, he was hard-pressed to load the Dragon with more work.
It went to show just how made for one another they really were.
Bai circled overhead, and Z'dyn caught the big Iron eyeballing the people below curiously. He spotted Unath, and Shirath, and many of his clutchmates; Zeke saw that the big Tan was in the company of some girl he didn't know - so naturally it only made sense that Q'sis was probably shopping. He had several dozen marks in his pocket; money that had been hard-won over both his time at the Hold, and subsequently time at the Weyr. There wasn't much to spend it on at either, and some 15 turns or more had spanned between the time he'd started to collect it, and now. He wasn't inclined to spend without warrant, on anything he didn't need. Which was probably going to change tonight. This wasn't his first Gather by any means - Western had held it's share prior to him being Searched - but it was the first one that he'd found a legitimate cause to attend, and the first that he'd be spending any substantial measure of time at. Prior ones, he'd been too busy to really get the feel for them. So in all truth, he supposed that this could technically count as his first.
Are you warm enough, Mine?
M'fine, Bai. You?
My hide is thick. I will be fine. We are made for this kind of weather. Many of my clutchmates are here - do you think we will see them all?
Night's still young, Bai. Mebbe. Mebbe not. Some of 'em pro'ly couldn't make it.
Maybe I will have fun, too.
You? Fun? I'm hearin' things. Who'd'a thought.
Bai mirrored a Dragon-version of his keeper's own sheepish grin. Zeke gripped the straps as the Iron back-flapped, slowing his forward momentum as claw-laden feet settled to the earth. Several long strides forwards, before at last the steadily growing Iron shifted from a landing run to an easy, but stern and powerful, gait towards the Gather. The Ironweyrling felt the press from his bonded, and as a result did his best to look as regal as he could - which wasn't much given how unmajestic he was compared to Bai. He adjusted the knots on his shoulders, again something Bai had insisted upon.
Still dunno why you made me wear 'em.
You are a Kingrider, Mine. You must show it. Besides...you are not proud to be Mine?
It's not obvious, what with me sittin' here on you, huh. An' 'course I am. Best thin' ever happened t'me. Baihujinth sighed, nudging Zeke with his nose.
These are the rules, Mine. You know how I am with rules, yes?
'Course. C'mon. Gotta be some food somewhere here, I'm starvin'.
There is a speech first, Mine.
Zeke sighed, giving Bai's neck a pat as he brought the Iron to a pause long enough to slide off his back. Bai tucked his wings in behind him, and crooned approvingly as Z straightened his attire and re-gathered his lengthy mane behind his neck. In a rare moment of public affection, Baihujinth shoved his nose into the mass of black braids, and huffed - but there was no Pink there to retort him.
Keeidra is not here?
You seem s'prised.
I presumed your annoying little Firelizard would have wished to attend.
Mebbe. Mebbe not. I fig're she'll show, she gets bored.
She is like a feline, that one. Sometimes she will not leave us be, others, we cannot find her for anything.
Sounds like somebody else I know.
Bai scoffed as much as a Dragon could, puffing his chest out and snorting in response as he walked beside his bonded. He was careful of his tail, following Z'dyn as he walked through various stalls, looking over the contents. Purchasing some Klah and roasted wherry, he carted the whole mess with him towards where his Iron was tugging him. He settled into a seat, offering up one of the legs to his bonded while he waited for O'sho to speak.
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Reky
Alphahandler
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Post by Reky on Sept 17, 2011 21:55:01 GMT -5
A Gather was exactly what it implied: a gathering of people, of stalls and of music and festivities. As such, many a dragonrider had flown in to drink in the joyous Turn End party. Samael took it easy with Naireth omnipresent at her mental heels, still coughing and stiff. An elated Cleo had bummed a ride with her favourite new wingrider, his sparkling white dragon more than happy to oblige. E'rin was struck with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia as they popped out over the rows and rows of tents and meandering people. The last time a Gather had happened, he had started an orphan and ended a son. He figured it would be a fine time to pick himself some clothes befitting of his newfound and growing maturity. R'len was entirely in his element among the gather-goers; R'fus found it a chance to reinvent himself as a cordial stranger. Lin searched among the stalls for the wool or sheep of Deep Hold where she could find her brothers for the first time in forever.
I'tier was not an example of punctuality. People had been filtering in since the early morning, setting up shop and meeting their stall neighbours, and the official opening later on brought an influx of visitors. While the idea of such air traffic was a wondrous one - the tight-knit atmosphere, the excitement, the buzz of wings and mouths - I'tier had stumbled in once everything had already begun. As Verith snapped out of between over the Hold, he was hit full force with the energy. The crisp cool light of winter, the flashes of so many colours and people below, the din of laughter. "Oh, Verith," he breathed. "This is going to be beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."
It sure looks nice, Verith rumbled. Everyone's so happy! I wish I could be down in there, too! [/i] There's a beach full of dragons, the rider assured the blue. It's a gather of its own!Oh, true, true. But it's most the same as any other day at the Weyr... oh, well, but all of them are happy, too. Except the ones that are never happy... hopefully they'll be happy by the end. I mean, there's so much reason to be happy! It's so much fun! And Theirs are all having so much fun and it's a good evening and it's a new Turn![/i] You're entirely right, love.People had already saturated the Gather grounds by the time the blue touched down, and while I'tier felt some guilt for having missed the opening remarks, he was glad to be able to drift where he liked. A smile took his face and a hum his throat as he unhooked his guitar Annabelle from Verith's straps. He freed the instrument from its warm wrappings and left those with the dragon. There were no cold-induced cracks in the wood from the trip between - only the regular bumps and bruises that came from Turns of playing. He slung Annabelle over his shoulder. A quick kiss on Verith's nose. "You have a good night, gorgeous," I'tier grinned, and he was off, stepping in time to distant music. He came to the stalls strumming away and peered at each one in turn. He was particularly attracted by anyone selling jewelry, though he had no lady to buy it for. One young girl was minding a stall full of woven bracelets for her father, no older than ten. "Did you make any of these yourself?" he asked, and she meekly pointed at a few. "My daddy taught me," she said. "They're lovely," cooed the rider and he passed her a coin. He found something charming in the shoddy little bracelet, nothing more than a braid tied at the ends (the rich purple of the twine was the only source of interest), and the intense blush and smile on the girl's face made it all the better. With a tip of his head, he bade her a good night and wandered off. Stall after stall he felt tempted to splurge, but he forced himself to hold onto his marks until he found something that was very much worth it. He came across a merchant all the way from Benden and he was tempted immediately by the goods. He coveted a particular bottle of wine, a brilliant Turn and a brilliantly-shaped bottle to boot. He held it in his hands with wonder and it seemed to absorb all of his attention, but still something caught his eye. From the corner of it, a curio passed: the lone male tanrider of Pern, dressed in a gaudy combination of green, gold, blue and red. The boldness begged I'tier's attention. "Your vest is wonderful!" he beamed, wine still in hand. "Suddenly, I feel under-dressed." And indeed, the bluerider's matte white tunic and green leather belt was modest in comparison. He figured his new purple bracelet, however, did spice it up.[/size][/blockquote] |
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Sept 20, 2011 5:58:17 GMT -5
Against what she considered her better judgment and with more prodding, poking, prying and bullying from her traitor of an older brother- and she would get him back for this- and his well intentioned but very bossy and demanding wife than she'd ever experienced before in her twenty turns of living, Aylina was at the Gathering. Of course, she'd been through the sharding wringer and hung out to dry by the time her sister-in-law'd considered her 'appropriate' enough to be escorted to the damned thing with the others who didn't have dragons, but wanted to celebrate nonetheless.
So, as a result, the nearly six foot tall woman was trying to figure out how to hide what she felt was her very awkward looking self in a crowd where the majority of the men were about her height... and very few of the women came terribly close. Her white-blonde hair had been teased and tamed, a little anyways, by her sister-in-law into framing her face in a way that was meant to draw attention to the eyes and make her look a little more feminine in light, feathery little layers that wisped across her cheekbones. Dressed in a lovely shade of green that complimented her sun kissed, always tanned complexion and fair hair, the young woman had managed to secure a small plate of nibble-able food and had taken what she hoped was an out of sight place against one of the walls.
People watching could be fun, maybe she'd get to see some people find a new sweetheart. Or I can make a game out of it and figure out who'll end up paired for the evenin', there we go. That's a mighty fine idea. She smiled, pleased with her quick thinking on how to enjoy herself despite her self-consciousness.
...though damn if she wouldn't like to dance maybe just once or twice.
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Chek
Weyrlingmaster
chekct[M:-15]
I'm so magical I vomit rainbows
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Post by Chek on Sept 20, 2011 17:21:47 GMT -5
A Gather – Rennin was torn between her instinct to stay tucked away deep in the bowels of the Weyr, nice and safe, and her still deeply ingrained need to get out and make marks, courtesy of her Trader family. A look at the sad state of her paint pots decided her. With any luck, the materials she’d need would be available, and if she was very lucky, she’d be able to get pigments already prepared.
So she gathered up her bare little pouch of marks, her charcoals and the thin sheets of bark she’d painstakingly gathered for just this eventuality. Her Gather wear was still in excellent condition, despite being stored in a bundle at the bottom of her bag for quite some time – a little airing and it was as good as new. Torn between a long boat ride and a short flight for only a moment, Rennin headed off, Oracle crouched on her shoulder, in search of the only dragonrider she knew.
F’reki, luckily for Rennin, hadn’t left yet, though it was obvious he was in preparation. He had to fight an obvious grin down at the sight of her clothes – all dusky oranges and blacks, with shockingly white accents, and trimmed with sparkly, jangly bits of metal that were obviously more to distract the vicious flitter on her shoulder than for true decoration. (Oracle was, in fact, contentedly attacking a tiny, shiny bell that was on a sting around her neck.)
Still, the older bluerider was more than happy to give his dragon’s kidnap victim a lift – and Girieth was actually very pleased that she’d come to them. F’reki was a little disturbed by this possessive trend the blue was showing, but didn’t say anything about it as he assisted Rennin a-dragonback and, with the ease of long practice, helped her arrange her skirts and the passenger straps to his satisfaction.
He swung up and strapped in himself and they were quickly aloft – popping out of between above the Gather a few heartbeats later, and the swinging wide over the tents to get a good look at the layout before heading in to land on the beach with the rest of the quickly growing crowd of dragons.
A bright green landed nearby as F’reki and Rennin slid down Girieth’s side, and F’reki raised a hand in a friendly greeting to his wingmate. Her rider waved back with a smile, but was obviously a little distracted organizing her own skirts. F’reki, once he was sure Rennin was set and knew when to meet him for a return ride, sauntered over to help his dark-haired wingmate down.
Rennin quickly made her way into the crowd, seeking a nice quiet corner where no one would mind her sketching for a few marks – keeping an eye out for her needed ingredient and for those oh-so-treasured pigments along the way.
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Mith rode the air currents like she’d been born to it – all Valha really had to do was keep her pointed the right direction and keep her flapping her wings when something caught the young tan’s attention. After the first time they dropped a hundred feet when a passing wild flit caught Mith’s attention for an instant, Valha was very careful to keep her dragon on task.
The straight flight to the Gather wasn’t quite the trial Valha had thought it would be – apparently the wing-strengthening exercises and the frequent flying she’d decided to do actually were affecting Mith’s stamina, because by the time the bright tents and people of the Gather came into view, Mith was panting lightly, but hardly as winded as would be expected. That, or Mith by nature just had lasting power.
They passed over the Gather quickly; Mith wasn’t comfortable looking down and seeing all those tiny, tiny people walking around, and turned her head away – arrowing in on Unath, who was among the assembled dragons. Mith set down beside her sister, guided by the light touch of Hati, now blinking awake in Valha’s lap, and immediately put her sister between herself and the rest of the people and dragons assembled. Valha was forced to climb across Unath’s shoulders in order to both climb down and not do so into the water.
Valha brushed a her wherhide flight jacket free of a little clinging dust, still stiff and new – in fact, all her clothes were uncomfortably new. The rich green dye of her tunic was so fresh that she’d probably be lightly stained green for a fortnight. Wherhide pants, amazingly both heavy enough for cold flights and only a few shades off Mith’s light color, were also a new addition to her wardrobe. A knife and the new buckle for her belt were courtesy of her brothers – in fact, the only thing even a little old on her were her comfortable boots and her belt.
Mith just thought she smelled funny.
It took a good quarter hour before Mith understood that she was to stay on the beach with Unath, not follow her to the Gather – and Fenis, Skol and Hati ended up staying behind, perched on the tan’s headknobs, while Valha, Skadi proudly perched on her shoulder, tail wrapped around Her’s throat, headed off towards the noisy crowds.
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L’kie had been prowling the Gather since early morning, having joined the volunteering Healers to keep a watch out for people in need of…assistance. He raised a hand in greeting to people he knew, but otherwise went about his own business.
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It was early evening when Damali headed out to find a rider with a dragon big enough to transport Damask. She was in luck – a rider with a scarred purple didn’t immediately recognize her in a dark blue gown and with her hair up in a twisted braid, and agreed to transport her and her wher without asking her name or the name of her bonded.
His face when, after full dark, she showed up with Damask was something to be treasured. But, true to his word, he took the pair on the short jaunt between to the Gather.
Damask was sworn to her best behavior – she was even, or her own volition, wearing a ‘muzzle’ more of a reminder about her behavior and something to comfort others that to restrain the red – they’d tested and found that she could snap through it with ease, which was exactly the point. Still, the pair kept to the edges of the Gather, the less crowded areas, examining wares only when a booth looked well and truly abandoned by other customers, Damali making quick trips deeper into the crowd for food for them both, ducking out of sight quickly the few times she spotted her brother on the prowl or hauling a drunk somewhere to sleep it off.
All in all, they were both being remarkably responsible. For once.
((OOC: Ma’dai is way to paranoid to be at a Gather, so he’s probably digging through someone’s things back at the Weyr, in case anyone was curious. XD))
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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 23, 2011 21:39:59 GMT -5
Q'sis' attention flicked onto I'tier before the Bluerider even spoke. He discreetly surveyed the whereabouts of the approaching man's hands. When he was spoken to, the Tanrider performed a more pointed side-glance to the complimenting party. Olive-colored eyes alighted the key points: hands again, belt, boots, face...wrist. Then his focus turned back on the stall he was currently attending, his large hands testing a square of cloth. He assumed the compliment existed as a prelude to bartering, but that longer look had informed him I'tier was not the proper class of Pernese to be affording his scraps.
He laid down the cloth and was handed another by an unfamiliar trader who eagerly pointed to the Master Weaver's sigil woven about the corner. The cloth had a new production process applied to it, and came out as a green that rippled with yellowy metallic tints. Straight from Southern Boll, if the stall-man was to be believed. Q'sis caught the other trader squinting down at his dark red belt-sash in a calculating manner and smiled up at him, to which the trader returned a nervous grin. Amateur. The Tanrider abandoned the cloth and turned to leave, the blur of I'tier in his peripheral vision knocking back into his consciousness with the glimpse of a rank knot.
Q'sis paused his step-in-progress, then retracted his boot back under himself. He faced I'tier, features warming in the cool air, and offered his right hand.
"Bluerider," he greeted, reviewing the names of all such persons at Dalibor. "To each man his own comforts." A look around in directions other than I'tier's confirmed the day's Candidate tagalong was not in her closest, most dangerous proximity at the moment. The two dragonriders managed to take up the entirety of the narrow stallfront, and Q'sis spied the trader under the tent shadow fidgeting but unwilling to confront their combined presence. "Are you a harper at heart then?" he asked, lifting his bearded chin toward the head of the guitar at I'tier's shoulder.
The Tideturner extended his arm out to the Gather at large, indicating that the Bluerider should walk with him through its cinnamon-scented avenues along the green-stripped galleries of Crescent. "Was just browsing still," he noted as reassurance to the other that no vital business dealings had come under threat. The cloth merchant apparently felt otherwise, for his lips pursed sourly as the Tanrider dismissed him with a cutting gesture just above his collar. "I am Q'sis. My woman is Unath." Q'sis announced these points firmly, his deep voice particular around the pronunciation of each name, as if teaching them to someone who had never heard of either before.
Ahead Q'sis could see that so many merchants had stuffed the Gather that latecomers were squirreled away into the halls of the Hold itself, their proceedings lit not just by glowbaskets but by the strange orange fervor of festive torches locked in metal baskets. The captive merchants were primarily in the business of cooked foodstuffs, and were sharing the space with the Hold's own kitchen staff. Right before his eyes a fire caught to a table, but was put out seconds later by a sharp-eyed man with a heavy blanket and a taste for sacrifice. The crowds didn't even tense. Flavors of each and every celebratory plate wafted out of the Hold aperture like a steady flame from a dragon's mouth, bathing even they who walked among the food-less cloth and metal traders in temptation.
He became aware of Unath fussing on the beach, nudging Valha as she dismounted from the wrong shoulder-- though the Tan laid out her arm for Valha without any prompting from her own rider. Then she followed Mith when Mith tried to pursue the second twinrider. Since all of Mith's flights from the appointed dragon zone proved abortive, there was no need to prevent Unath from wandering further on her own. Valha finally departed without accompaniment, and the two Tans were left as alone as dragons could ever be.
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Post by Zane on Sept 24, 2011 4:44:55 GMT -5
To Tieler the idea of going to a gather was awkward. There was dancing, which she couldn’t do, and didn’t like to do, and then there were people selling a whole bunch of different things that she didn’t wind up buying. She’d look at a thing or two, but that’s where it usually ended. And with not being a fan of crowds, gathers were of no use to her other than the promise of drink. She didn’t plan on indulging in wine, not with so many people around, but she’d enjoy some. It’d probably be her first glass in a while that she hadn’t poured from one of her kitchen-stolen bottles. Non-rebellious wine, who could refuse it? Klaisath was encouraging her to go so that he could talk to all of the other dragons. Rarely were they all just hanging about in one place. They all resided at the Weyr, yes, but here they wouldn’t be busy. He might even have a chance to talk to Rowenth or Raeterith. Surely Rowenth would have something interesting to tell him. He loved learning from the blue, not minding the feeling that he knew nothing in comparison.
For once Tieler sort-of dressed up, after much hassling from her black. He made a jibe about how people would start thinking she didn’t own any clothes. Normally something like that wouldn’t bother her, and she’d come at him with a: ”So?” Tonight she was in a different sort of mood, so she decided to wear more than her usual. It hadn’t taken her any more time than it normally did to get ready. She’d just pulled on the black pants, and done-up the white button-up shirt.
She was hoping her flitt’s stayed away; she didn’t feel like having them pester her for food. They’d already been fed earlier; they’d just be making pigs of themselves. Klaisath had a bit of a disagreement with her over whether or not she should use their riding straps. After Klaisath’s threat that he wouldn’t fly them anywhere, she put them on, securing herself once she was upon his neck. They blinked from /between/ over the gather site at Crescent. Tieler had never been to the Hold before, so she at least got to say she’d been. Klaisath angled downward, landing in a clear space. He didn’t need a whole lot of room, what with his being small.
Tieler undid the straps and dismounted, loosening them so they wouldn’t be a discomfort to her dragon. Klaisath butted her playfully, Go on. She gave him an affectionate smirk, moving forward to pat the side of his neck before leaving. She tried to be optimistic about what she might find there. The last thing she wanted was another flitt, so no one better bring any sharding eggs around her. She toyed with the pendant around her neck. She hadn’t worn it in a while. Like... a turn, at least? Maybe since she’d impressed Klaisath even? All she could remember was having taken it off and never having wanted to wear it again. Why she was wearing it now she wasn’t even sure. The pendant was on a simple leather string of sorts. It was in the form of a dragon, its colors varying.
She went where the majority of the people were gathered around. People were starting to partner off for dances, and she was pretty sure that she looked disgusted, her narrow-eyed gaze following a few of them. She stopped to do some more peering around, but rather than walk away from the people to peruse the booths, she headed for the table where the wine was set out. She grabbed herself a glass, and found the nearest, and most secluded, place to sit. She took small sips, sticking to her previous thoughts of not wanting to overdo it. Her eyes roamed over the scene once more, less piercing than it had been.
She wasn’t here to start trouble, after all.
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Zane was hugging on to her blue, making for a somewhat pathetic and yet heartfelt picture. He was doing his best to shake her off, but he didn’t want to injure his rider. ZaneMine, please go. You look fine. I assure you. If you’re frightened, or having a bad time, we’ll leave. His assurances were all he could give her. As much as she wanted him right alongside her, he couldn’t be. They were newly-graduated, and could be proud of that fact, but it was the furthest thing from Zane’s mind right now. All she could think about was all of the people that she didn’t know, and didn’t want to be forced to converse with. ”I don’t look fine, I look ridiculous. And I’m frightened now, so can we please leave?” she begged.
When Panith huffed she let go, standing before him in her dress. It was sent over from her foster parents. It was a light blue, nearly as light as Panith, with trails of white lining that went all the way around, starting at the shoulder. The material was rather shimmery; she wasn’t even sure what it was exactly. The fact she was wearing a dress at all was what got to her, but her parents had gotten it made for her. She couldn’t disappoint them. She wouldn’t dare. She didn’t want Panith to become cross, not that he ever did. His level of concern only rose, and rose.
That’s not at all true Mine. Please, trust me. Go and at least attempt at having a good-time. Talk to those that were in your weyrling class, I’m sure they’re excited over having graduated. Panith was right that she should at least try, and as long as someone else could do most of the talking she shouldn’t have too much of a problem, should she? She didn’t want to disappoint Panith just like she didn’t want to disappoint her mom and dad. She backed down. She’d listen to her blue. Zane nodded and took a step back. Panith made a sound, and she drew her gaze up to him, bearing a half-smile.
There we go, he conceded. Rumbling his own version of laughter, he watched her retreating form. She had a hand on the front of her dress, the material bunched up in her fist so that she didn’t trip. She couldn’t trip. Not today. (Not that she could really afford to be tripping all of the other times.)
Spotting where some were dancing, and others were seated, Zane went over to where the food was set out. She didn’t feel like eating, her stomach was turning far too much for that. Instead she hung around the table, looking around awkwardly. She tried not to catch anyone’s eye, her hand resting on one of the table ends. Hopefully she’d be able to better steady herself that way in case she accidentally lost her balance.
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What a pleasant rider! He’d been heading to the gather anyways, so it wasn’t out of his way, but nevertheless he’d been kind enough to bring her along. Even though she hadn’t impressed, she didn’t seem at all affected. She had enjoyed seeing the dragonets impress to her friends, and those whom she had yet to meet. Seeing them up close like that had inspired her to draw so many more dragon forms in the days that followed. Now she could bring her drawings to the gather and show some of the harpers. Maybe they’d have some pointers for her, or different techniques that she could use to better her drawings. Raksha was a huge fan of criticism. Without it she couldn’t improve. She figured she ought to pick up what she could now while she was still young.
To be back at Crescent felt really good, and her uncle had promised that if he could make it, he would come to see her. She had been reluctant to tell him that she didn't impress since he'd been so happy about her having the opportunity to. It didn't matter though, its not like his love was conditional. It was far less conditional than her father's. She felt guilty feeling like perhaps her uncle was a better father figure, but at this point it was true. Her uncle was her moral support, and the one who made sure that she got his letters. She sent her letters to him via Rask, whom at the moment had his tail wrapped about her neck possessively. He was a bit squeamish about going to a place where there would be so many people gathered. He snuggled into the girl, not minding the bit of jostling around that her movement caused.
Waving to the dragon that had brought both her and the green’s rider to the gather, she skipped off to join everyone else! She was wearing a pure white dress, with ruffles and all. It had a rather puffy look to it starting at the middle, and it made her feel awesome. She never had a reason to dress up, and the last thing she wanted was for the boys to accuse her of being a girly girl. She was no girly girl. She was just happy to be able to have a day to at least try to look half-way decent, that was all.
Silly thing still had her shoulder bag on containing her sketchpad and utensils, like every other time. It detracted from her overall look of femininity that she’d hoped to achieve, but hopefully no one would point that out to her. The tomboy was scouting out people she could talk to immediately, not wanting to waste any time that could be spent socializing and making a new friend. Who though, who would she choose? She stood there tapping her chin, teetering back and forth from her tiptoes to her heels. She had too much energy to just be standing here all by herself!
{{ Cue Fel? ;3 I figure she can just walk by or something similar that would have Raksha be all: “OH!” And snatch.
Tristen will arrive in my second post. She can be late seeing as she’d be fighting with Calyth. }}
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 24, 2011 22:18:40 GMT -5
Saia was very determined to have the beautiful scarf and cap that Q'sis had informed her he would be selling today, and as such, the Candidate rose bright and early. There was no hint of disappointment that she had not Impressed the day before, and she went flying across the snow in the hope of finding the tanrider.
Find him she did, and after helping once again with his oiling duties, she scrambled aboard the subqueen and strapped herself in. The ride to Crescent was all too short, and she beamed when they settled, her cheeks as rosy as her hair. "Of course I'll ride back with you," she said. Boats weren't as fun as riding a dragon, and she knew she shouldn't stay out too late either. Chores tomorrow. All the work of a Candidate.
It didn't escape her that he knew what she wanted, even before he noticed that she hadn't gone away after dismounting. She gave a grave nod to his word and made a gesture across her lips. She would be quiet and not bother him while he bought and enjoyed the Gather...but neither would she leave his side until she had purchased what she wanted from him. Hopefully he didn't mind having a bouncy redheaded shadow.
Saia was happy to give him his space, though, and she didn't even try to eavesdrop when he started talking to a bluerider. She hovered nearby, examining the stalls, and bought herself a spiceroll to eat. It was warm in her hands, and she took a bite, glancing around with bright eyes. This was a wonderful Gather, and she had pinpointed so many things she wanted once she knew how much she'd have to spend to get that cap and scarf from Q'sis. Her understanding was that dragonriders rarely bothered with personal effects, but...what was the harm in owning pretty, colorful things?
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Atenna rarely bought much at a Gather, apart from food; she wasn't a great hoarder of objects, preferring to do rather than view. However, today, as she stepped off the ferry and headed into the mass of stalls, she kept a sharp eye out for toys or treats she could give Verity. She'd nearly brought her pup along today, but knew the crowd would overwhelm her. Plus the poor thing might panic upon being returned to the shore Atenna had found her on.
She had transferred a couple of items to the bag over her shoulder by the time she found the dancing area, and that was where a flash of red caught her eye. She grinned and headed toward the wine, dropping down on the bench near Tieler, mysteriously vacant. "We keep meeting like this," she said, gesturing to the glass.
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This was the first time they'd left the Weyr since Devath's hatching last spring, and Ni'on checked and rechecked the straps before mounting, focused for once. It would be miserable and probably tragic to manage to fall off her into the ocean, so he was going to make the Weyrlingmasters proud and get to and from the Gather without incident and without breaking any rules.
At last, with Drummer tucked down the back of his coat as usual, Ni'on scrambled onto his dragon's back. Devath gave a delighted trumpet and launched herself into the air. Fortunately, it wasn't far to Crescent, and she landed light on her feet before her stamina ran out, claws digging into the sand for purchase. It was much easier when I landed in the Bowl,[/i] she noted. I wish that I could go with you.[/i]
Ni'on hastily unstrapped himself and slid to the ground. "But you can go over by the others, and you'll be in my mind the whole time," he promised. "Don't worry, we've got a curfew. Can't stay long. And if the weather holds, we'll be flying back under the stars."
Devath craned her neck to peer up at the blue sky, and fluttered her wings. It was a short trip to find someone to wait with, and she chose a pale blue dragon she didn't know, older than she was. Stretching out beside Panith, she asked, Is yours enjoying the Gather?[/i]
Ni'on certainly was, and shortly after lunchtime, he paused in front of a Trader selling a selection of firelizard eggs. "What do you think?" he asked Drummer, who had finally deigned to crawl out onto his shoulder. "Take the risk that it hatches a pink, or no? Should we wait until we graduate to add to the band?"
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Post by Boo on Sept 26, 2011 0:15:55 GMT -5
Fel sat alone for a moment, watching the movements of those around her. She rather wanted to go and visit the traders, look at the craftsmanship of those whom had brought their finest goods to sell. With that, she got to her feet and looked around the hall. When all was said and done the new Weyrlings brought some hope back to the Weyr. Even the fact that there were new subqueens seemed promising. Hopefully there would be hatchings often enough with the upcoming Threadfall… Fel had faith in Dhanuth and she had faith in the Weyr. That was all they could truly hope for.
Find people. There plenty around. Where is your brother?
Yes… Where was Xiro anyway? Would he have even bothered to turn up? She rather hoped he would… It would be rather a lot of fun to spend at least some time with him. Their relationship was part way repaired and Fel was perfectly willing to give him another chance. His care for her when she’d been injured had restored her faith in him. He must have cared a little about her. Fel clasped her hands and looked around. There was a female nearby holding a bag of something. Perhaps she was a crafter?
That would be marvellous, she might even know who had the best goods and didn’t over charge for them. Fel had only a few marks of her own and rather hoped to buy a couple of nice things. There was no point in going to a gather if one wasn’t going to consider shopping! Besides, sometimes the crafters were good enough to give the riders some things. Not that Fel expected it of course but it would be nice to see what happened.
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They see me rollin', they hatin'.~
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Post by Zane on Sept 29, 2011 0:39:46 GMT -5
Tristen had meant to arrive sooner, but as it turned out, Calyth was being a pain. She was fighting with her over what outfit she wanted to wear. Tristen really didn’t think it made a different, but for some reason the green was set on her wearing... green. Instead of fighting her on it Tristen decided that it was her way of saying she wanted others to know she was a greenrider. She might as well honour her dragon, even if she wasn’t the easiest dragon to honour. She had decided on a dark green dress, lighter green tones around the midsection and the shoulders. The bottom of the dress had a wavy design, made up of the same lighter green. Calyth had approved. Tristen had supposed it wasn’t the worst thing she could’ve worn, and Calyth practically bit her head off telling her that it matched her eyes.
The two continued to bicker for a time before Tristen actually mounted her dragon, and they /betweened/ to the gather. Once having arrived, Tristen carefully dismounted, and her dragon was quick to disappear without another word. Off in search of some blues, the girl guessed. She stared after where her dragon had flown off, wishing things were different. Tonight wasn’t a night to have regrets though. Tonight was a night to have fun, and dance. She would dance, at some point... Maybe she should check out the booths before she attempted to grab herself a dance partner. If she was lucky, she’d be the one that was approached. She was traditional in figuring boys were the ones that did the approaching. If she didn’t get approached, she’d just... well; she’d at least have some of the prepared food. What if others know what happened, and now no boys are interested in you? The question caught her off-guard. She ignored it completely, trying to pretend she’d never even thought it. Won’t do you any good, it’ll just come up later. Maybe H’to was here, and surely he’d save her a dance.
She walked through the crowd, moving around people. She smiled at them politely, not wanting to ruffle anyone’s feathers. She walked by the booths, checking out the various things that were for sale. It was a booth that had little trinkets that she stopped at. She inspected the necklaces, and bracelets, her eyes alight. Everything was just so... pretty. She didn’t have much of anything by way of jewellery. Who buys themselves jewellery, usually? She was about to leave the booth, but whomever ran it had spotted her adoring inspection of their work. The man motioned to the simple, yet elegant, bracelet that had caught her attention.
”Do you want it?” he asked her. She looked up, meeting the older man’s gaze. She went to speak, but instead smiled nervously and shook her head. ”It’s beautiful, but...” She couldn’t really afford to buy it right now.
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Someone dropped down on the bench beside her, and Tieler prepared herself to scare them off by being her charming self. But as she looked to her glass, preparing herself to look to the other beside her, an attractive voice filled her mind. She looked to the young woman immediately, a smirk on her face. Maybe tonight wasn’t going to be such a disappointment after all. Tieler looked back to her glass as it was mentioned they kept meeting like this. Atenna gestured to the glass and she felt somewhat self-conscious about it all of a sudden. ”I swear I’m not an alcoholic or anything,” she replied, swirling around the mouthful of wine she had left. ”I’m not here to drink, besides.” What are you here for then? That she didn’t quite know the answer to, but when she looked back to Atenna’s face, she found her quick answer.
”Are you enjoying the gather?” she asked, deciding that her drinking habits weren’t a conversation topic she wanted to stay on. ”Lots of men here...” she paused, ”Lots of women.” It sounded like she meant something by the first. The second was said more casually. Her eyes left Atenna reluctantly so she could finish her drink. She turned to put it down on the table behind her, not going for another. She leaned forward, folding her hands with her elbows rested on her legs. She looked over the crowd, but nothing out there was as interesting to look at as the one beside her. She turned her head to smirk at the Journeyman again. Tieler took a good long look at her, her eyes not roaming the brunette in as sexual a manner as they often did when she was checking out a woman. She was doing so in a more thoughtful manner. ”You look really beautiful,” she told her, focusing back on Atenna’s face.
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Raksha was growing bored of just standing here. Then she spotted someone who had seemingly spotted her as well. Perfect! They wouldn’t be startled if she just... ran right on up! So, she did, standing before them with a grin on her face. ”Hey! My name’s Raksha, sorry if this is unexpected, but it’s a gather, I figure a gather is meant for meeting people.” She really hoped that the girl didn’t think she’d been scoping someone out a partner to dance with. She really didn’t want to dance, not when there were so many booths to check out. Not to mention the art supplies that she might find if she looked hard enough.
”There are so many things to buy, and to see! I’ve never been to a gather before, have you? I figure checking out the booths might be fun, but it’s not as fun when you’re alone, don’t you agree? Maybe we could go together!” She had to raise her voice to be heard over the mass amounts of people engaged in conversation. It was Raksha though, and she was indeed boisterous. Hopefully the girl wouldn’t be off-put by her forwardness, but that wasn’t something that Raksha tended to think about. She was just friendly with everyone, and assumed that people wouldn’t mind. It was better than being mean, wasn’t it? Hopefully the girl would just introduce herself in turn and then they could be on their way!
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A pretty cyan dragon with a light hide, much like his own, landed by him. She didn’t continue on, but stayed, and was soon speaking to the cloudy-blue. He turned to look at her, nodding to her a gentlemanly-manner. Hello there my cyan sister, my name is Panith. Mine, I’m afraid, is not the most social girl. In fact, she fears social events. I’m worried that she’ll come running back here rather soon if someone does not take her under their wing. It was clear he had a lot of affection for his rider in the way that he spoke of her. She was his world, literally.
How about Yours? Hopefully they are having more of an enjoyable time than ZaneMine? He had not met all of the dragons at the Weyr, and due to Zane he’d met even less than he may have were she more social.
Panith hoped he’d be here a while, so he got more comfortable, inclining his head to the cyan to try and tell her that she could do the same. He enjoyed the company, and the younger dragon appeared nice to him. Maybe Hers could meet up with His. He wasn’t sure if Hers was a male rider or not. Hopefully not, so that way Zane wouldn’t be as nervous, but surely with so many people around a boy wouldn’t worry her as much. Dragonrider’s were supposed to be trustworthy people anyhow. This was one of the first times that Zane had ever left his careful watch, but he was keeping in close contact with her. She was with no one at present, trying to be invisible, like she always did.
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Post by matsi on Oct 1, 2011 16:31:29 GMT -5
Just go, H’toMine. And take the girls with you,” Lanith grumbled into H’to’s mind. H’to was still laying in his bed-furs, unmoving, with Dante beside the bed, Lolovivi on his back, Amour cuddled up against his side, Cuppa wrapped around his head, and Dia gone somewhere. It was oddly quiet in the Weyr as the blue rider pouted to himself.
H’to. Get off your Fat Wherry butt and go. You will have fun. Now, get up and get dressed! Lanith growled with irritation from his ledge, scaring Dia out of her hiding place of under Lanith’s wing. The bright green flitter flew to H’to, and tackled the brown Flit off of the rider’s back, chattering loudly. Lolovivi was less than thrilled, and there was soon two arguing flits on H’to’s back.
”FINE!” H’to finally yelled out, laughing slightly as he sat up, making the flits tumble off of his back. Amour peeped from under the furs, then poked her little head out to see what was going on. Cuppa only grumbled and opened one eye to look at the man, before shutting her eye again and going back into her slumber.
Good. Lanith hummed softly as he watched H’to get dressed. The man wasn’t going for fancy, or even really attractive. Instead, he simply put on a clean white shirt with a thick riding jacket over it, and riding pants with his boots. Lanith sighed, but didn’t complain.
Please take most of them with you. I do not want to baby-sit today. H’to couldn’t help but smile at Lanith as he made his way to the blue. As climbed onto the blue he looked at each flit, shooting them the image of where they were going, at least how it looked before the gather was going on. Dia immediately grew excited, and Amour darted to H’to and jammed herself into his jacket. Lolovivi crooned, and betweened, eager to beat His and Blue there.
”Cuppa,” H’to said as he looked back at the other green. The green only grumbled again and buried her head under her wing.
As long as you keep the demon with you, I can handle her. Lanith finally hummed out, and H’to climbed onto the blue.
Lanith took flight with ease and even hummed a few greetings to the other dragons heading to the gather. Then, darkness fell and there was no motion around either of them. H’to mentally counted, a habit he had, then closed his eyes as he prepared for the brightness again. It came, and even the icy winter air felt warm for a moment compared to the ice of Between. When he opened his eyes again, he could see the gather below them, and he smiled slightly. It was a nice sight to see everyone enjoying themselves, especially with Thread so close on the horizon.
I will drop you off, and go back. Is that alright?
Yes. You need a nice break, Handsome. H’to patted the blue’s neck as he lowered to the ground, then landed with a thud next to a light brown. Lanith hummed a greeting, and H’to slid off and turned to the Brown. Without another word to His, Lanith flew back off towards the Weyr.
”Hello, Apoth. Take it S’id is here, eh?” He said to the brown. Apoth hummed and reached out with his neck to touch his nose to the Blue Rider’s arm in greeting. H’to lightly touched the brown’s nose back in greeting then turned to walk off.
So many people were already there, and it made H’to feel lighter at heart. Maybe Lanith was right in making him come here. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked around, eyeing the different booths and all of the goodies. Amout poked her head out of his jacket and peeped, but didn’t remove anymore of her small pink body from the warmth. Then, there was chattering as the arguing Lolovivi and Dia appeared from over the heads of people and darted to him. Lolo wrapped himself around H’to’s neck and shoulders, then placed his front feet on H’to’s head proudly. Dia chattered happily and squeezed herself onto H’to’s shoulders, despite Lolo taking up most of the room. One thing was for sure, his flits made him feel loved.
After the trio finally made themselves comfortable, H’to went back to looking at the booths, only to see a familiar figure. He smiled happily and made his way to the booth that the young woman stood at, talking to the man. As he moved, he pulled out his own marks.
”Yes, she would like it,” H’to stated strongly as he placed his own marks onto the booth and snickered. Dia immediately saw Tristen and crooned happily as she moved from H’to’s shoulders, to Tristen’s to greet the familiar face. Amour nervously crooned out a greeting, but didn’t move from her warm jacket pouch that she hid in. She was quiet happy being pressed up against the chest of Hers. Lolovivi made no sound, but watched Dia as she moved to Tristen, then looked around protectively again.
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Reky
Alphahandler
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SO PRO
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Post by Reky on Oct 5, 2011 15:00:08 GMT -5
He set down the coveted bottle of wine in favour of shaking the tanrider's hand. Any brief pause between his own compliment and a reply was forgiven and forgotten - I'tier knew all too well how the mind liked to wander. The present couldn't be addressed constantly, now could it? He laughed kindly at the truth in Q'sis' words. Where he lacked in the happiness derived from a meticulous appearance, he made up for it in his eccentric connection to music.
"At heart, yes, but not by trade," he grinned. "Self-taught, all unprofessional-like. Worked out fine, though. Dragons are an occupation on their own." He was glad to hear that he hadn't interrupted the tanrider much. It seemed I'tier had interrupted his own shopping more than anything, but he refused to be left empty-handed. I can't just leave you, you sweet pretty thing, he thought to the bottle of Benden, and quickly exchanged the mass of marks to pay for it. With his prize in hand now, walking with Q'sis was the way things wanted to flow, and he was happy to oblige. The way the tanrider had commanded the interaction was intriguing, to say the least. There was an air of composure about him, of confidence as he motioned for I'tier to follow without even asking.
The bluerider slinked along like a dog at Q'sis' heels. "I'tier of blue Verith," he said, smiling. Unath, his woman? A lovely idea. I'tier had never thought of Verith as his man - he was always just his dragon. He left the conversation-striking to his company, more than content to simply drink in the atmosphere of the Gather. The scents of fresh-made food wafted, sweet, sour and spicy, through his nose to his hungry mind. It set a rumbling spark in his stomach that made him overwhelmingly excited for the feast to come. His appreciation for the crafts and delightfulnesses of the world indeed extended to food. There was nothing that could compare to a divine meal.
"Fantastic way to end the Turn," he commented with a calm and lofty smile. He fiddled with the stopper of his bottle as he went, curious as to the taste concealed within. "It's all so... energetic and lovely! I hope the dragons are having at least half as much of a good time." He grunted briefly, the bottle giving him grief. [/blockquote] |
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Kila
Sr. Weyrleader
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Let's move to a cloud so we're never under the weather
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Post by Kila on Oct 8, 2011 0:09:19 GMT -5
Only at Gathers was Crescent bursting at the seams. Sol, who had lived there before going to Dalibor, knew that it was full of life in more subtle ways day to day, but there was no comparison, really. It was at a Gather that she had been Searched and met her best friend, Pratyba. Though the girl was scarce these days, it didn’t lessen the love that Sol had for her. Safely removed from home life, she was happy to return to it. ”Mama! Cosmnile, Tess!” she cried, flinging out her arms and running towards the baked goods stand where her family was set up. Her Mother broke into a warm smile and her brother and sister screeched and ran to meet her. She gathered them up in her arms when they collided, producing squeaks from the two firelizard in her bag who had been jostled in her haste and were now being squished. ”You brought Lulz and Hally!” her little sister Tess exclaimed with delight, opening Sol’s knapsack and pulling out the lazy, gluttonous Pink of which she was so fond. Smelling the food all around her, Lulz changed her tune and chirped hopefully. Tess laughed and took her over to the table to feed her. Comnile, who was closest to Sol, stayed behind. ”I missed you,” he said bashfully, grabbing her hand. Hally, who was just and shy and reserved as Sol’s little brother, crept out of the bag and onto Comnile, his solace in the madness of the Gather. The boy held Hally to him. ”I missed you too,” Sol said, hugging him. The embrace was quick, so as not to embarrass the teen, but heart-felt. She went over to her mother and hugged her as well. ”Want some help?” she offered. Celine’s mouth twitched towards a smile but she said nothing smart. ”That would be lovely, sweetie.” There was nothing in the world Sol loathed more than baking, but now that it was surely not her fate, it suddenly seemed more bearable.
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Y’nis and Yusriyath were beside themselves with delight. The zany pair adored Gather and parties, and everyone was in a good mood because of the Hatching the day before. Who cares about the babies- look at all this stuff! Yusriyath declared, caught up in the excitement of it all. He would be very curious about the hatchlings when they were before him, but at the moment they paled in comparison to the immediate. Agreed! Y’nis cried, leaping from his back and disappearing immediately into the throng. He had no plans or purpose, of course, but who needed such things when there was spontaneity and adventure to be had? A small amount of coins clinked in his pocket, but their value was irrelevant – he had a silver tongue and would have what he wanted despite the price. Looking at all the tables and stands, he decided that he would not leave empty-handed and the coins began to burn holes in his pockets. He immediately began prowling along the stall fronts, examining the wares of the crafters carefully and quickly. Coming finally to a stand with a large number of eggs on its shelves, Y’nis suddenly stopped. Just that morning he had banished his miserable, obnoxious flock of flitters from his room, doing his best to forbid them from following. They were tiresome, violent and wore on his nerves, but something in him wanted more. Why? Well, there’s always hope that one of them won’t hatch a savage! Yusriyath nearly collapsed with laughter from afar. He had accepted the fact that flits were terrible, wild creatures, not suited to be pets. Silly YaMine! Even so, Y’nis left the stand with an egg in his bag and one tucked under each arm. A huge smile dominated his face, and in the background the trader stood with a small amount of coins in his hand looking rather bewildered. As it happened, the very next person he ran into was none other than his darling Cyan Rider. Does Tigreath’s have a name? Yusriyath ask. Y’nis shrugged as he walked; Probably. ”Darling!” he cried out instead as he approached Xiro’el. He would understand.
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Later that evening, as the feat was beginning, O’sho stood at the invitation of the Lady Holder and made his way to the front of the room. It was not required that he spoke, seeing as Crescent was in charge of the event, but there was never a moment that he was no proud of the people of his Weyr, and it was on occasions such as these when it seemed appropriate to voice it. ”I will be brief,” he began with a promise, giving the crowd a wink. ”Though it has already been said once tonight, it bears repeating: congratulations! For our newest Weyrlings, the Cloudchasers, I feel nothing but happiness. In impressing a dragon you have been given both a great honor and a great responsibility- do not take either lightly. You have a lot of work ahead of you, but for now, enjoy yourselves! I will be seeing all of you around.” Short words said, he bowed slightly to those assembled and stepped down. Thank Faranth it was brief this time; Daidoroth teased. Quiet down, you old mountain of hide, O’sho shot back lovingly. The Bronze were enjoying the festivities of the Gather to their fullest, all too aware of the hard, unforgiving stretch that was waiting before them.
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