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 Full and Crescent Moon, SU:15 {Grad, Hatch & Lord'n'Lady Feast}
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 Posted: Sep 29 2016, 07:11 PM
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Late Summer, and Belior had taken to citrus orange in the early evenings. Timor was a spot of gauzy green to her right. Tonight, the feast, featured rippled magenta clouds at sunset, puffy comb bellies traced in a golden filigree. Despite the overcast conditions, the air in the Bowl stood dry and still, and all the greenery had been freshly fired off the day before. Some of the stony shores had the scorch marks still to prove it.

Glow-lanterns wrapped in filtering yellow gauze ringed the Bowl, and stood mounted on posts at orderly intervals along the floor. Where dragons needed to be allowed for, the posts were sparser, but multiple lanterns bundled into a single spherical nest without any filters, a high neon green that delineated the boundaries of the party.

In defiance of traditionalist incursion, and the threat of colorful rainclouds, the Weyr was celebrating. Three tiny DayDrifters had joined the ranks of their dragons, and a new Lord and Lady had been freshly imported to Crescent. Balancing the West's successes meant honoring Weyrling and Lord equally, so Crescent and dragon banners flew in similar distribution around the feast grounds.

Tables, not stone but lacquered red wood, had been drawn out into the Bowl. Not enough to manage the entire company of dragonriders, nevermind the visiting holdfolk, but the theory of the night was that any eating would be brief. There was a dance square to attend, and a handful of Trader stalls making vibrant stripes on the western edges of the assemblage. A Weyr feast with a Hold so near might normally command all the regional caravans in, but in this case the only wagons were from a few pre-approved families, operating as singletons or in pairs, their children left back at the wagons. The Holdless had all been disarmed before being allowed to set their tents.

A twenty-man band of Harpers had been set to conquer the airways of the Bowl, filling them with jaunty dancing tunes. Their success nearly vibrated the walls of the Weyrling Barracks, and sang through the infirmary. The new dragonets had been assigned an unusual nap schedule for their first three days in preparation for this event, where the music would demand them up and about.

Dan'lusian had something for his older TreasureTrackers as well: his own little table, just east of the dining area and tucked much closer to the action than the Traders' allotted rows. And of course, as a respectable dragonrider he remained armed. But perhaps of more consequence than the sheathed dagger on his dressy silver-buckle belt was the quill in his hand, and the map lying across the tabletop before him.

Just barely fledged into flight featuring their riders, his Treasures would be choosing their weyrs early. The Weyrlingmaster, his chin registered to the heel of his wrist, slightly gauzy-eyed in the twilight, needed them out of the way. The only exception was V'di, who had been notified in advance he would stay in the Barracks. Dan was not paying as much attention to the older class tonight. Social tests did not work if you held someone's hand. His only warning was, "You can head up to your home in the sky tonight, provided you are by yourself."

Alcohol flowed at table after table. Whispers on the dance floor were followed by shadows sketching themselves to the less illuminated corners of the feast. The Weyrlingmaster smiled, his face gentled by weariness, but not without the typical enthusiasm. Lanina, his green firelizard, whizzed in rapid circles along the perimeter every once in a while, but frequently gave up and sat on one of the lantern posts, tiny jaws yawning wide. Dan'lusian kept close track of the DayDrifters, three in number, stumbling the grounds. He was their Weyrlingmaster, too.

A podium stood opposite the Harpers, decorating the northern edge of the dance floor. It had the aspirations of the Weyrleadership's table in the dining hall, and there was a long tabletop where the upper echelons might eat together. But there was also a block of stone from behind which someone might speak. The silent gray rectangle demanded a speech, an introduction, but at no specific time. No one was looking for the music to stop.

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Callum:

“Dragon fire is no doubt an effective method, but there must be another way to keep it at bay,” Callum said, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the corridor he travelled down, preceding him by mere moments before he exited the lower caverns into the Weyrbowl. Unassuming in appearance if it were not for the frames perched on the bridge of his nose, at first glance he would have been easy to overlook among the number of other well dressed holdfolk. The outfit he wore was fancy without being ostentatious, with fine cloth and subtle embellishments in the embroidery; he had chosen black slacks topped with a white buttoned shirt, along with a deep blue jacket that was neither too light nor too heavy for the weather, and worn with only the bottom three buttons clasped. While it was obvious he had a talented weaver available to tailor clothing fit to give him the appearance of height, he was at best only slightly above average in stature. Hair had been tamed from the normal disarray he kept it in, combed neatly with only a few stray strands out of place. “I’ll bet the Farmercraft Hall can mix up something that will wilt the roots,” he continued, “Remind me to write to Master Alribol when we return home.”

Eyes that appeared obsidian twinkled with the reflection of the many glows that had been set around the Weyrbowl as he led his wife gently around by her arm. Things looked different since their last visit, largely due to the festivities that were being had this evening. There were many things to celebrate, or so he had been told, but the small entourage that escorted the Lord and Lady at a distance did not appear to be in celebratory spirits. They were there to ensure the new blood of Crescent was not spilled, as Dalibor had quite a rough history that Callum had been fully briefed on. It was hard to believe any group of people could continue to thrive despite the odds being stacked against them, but perhaps that was what endeared the Weyr to Callum so much: they were survivors - and apparently also good at parties.

A grin lit across his face as the harpers struck up a dancing tune. He turned towards Lady Callum and asked, “A quick dance before we attend to our other duties, m’lady?” Without awaiting an answer he led his love to the dance floor where he turned and settled a hand on her waist. “I do hope they do not plan on talking with us all evening, I have not had you to myself in ages.”

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Vessa:

Feet seated in the small heeled sandals she had chosen for the occasion fidgeted in a series of small steps as she looked around the Weyrbowl searching for a certain face. Though many people towered over her she was looking for a particular giant among the rest, standing on tiptoe in earnest as her eyes darted from one person to the next until she found him. Small hands went to work smoothing down the moss colored fabric she wore before busying themselves with the tan ribbon cinched around her waist.

At first glance she might evoke the vision of a child dressed in her mother’s clothing trying to pass off as an adult - the dress was clearly ill fitted for her smaller stature though the ribbon did help dispel the illusion she was not simply drowning in fabric. The color at least complimented her pale complexion and caused the greens in her hazel eyes to pop. On someone taller the dress would have fallen above the knee in length, on Vessa it fell a few inches below her knees but not quite to mid calf.

Picking her way through the riders, handlers, crafters, and holdfolk she did not approach him directly. Instead she accepted a cup of wine from someone else and let out a pearl of laughter at a joke she overheard. Mingling in an area she was sure fell within his peripheral vision she did her best to seem oblivious to his existence. A bright smile was offered to someone passing by before she took a sip of her wine and shot a secretive glance towards a particular tan rider.

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Norla:

Nor-la be best dance. Norsk snorted as he nudged His with his broad head towards the door of their room. Music resonated through the Weyr to its very depths making the festivities in the bowl hard to ignore. “You know I’ve never been shown how to dance proper.” Even so she had to admit she was interested in seeing what all the fuss was about. There had been feasts before but none as boisterous as this, the Weyr had been preparing nearly a sevenday for the gather-like event being hosted in its walls. Undeterred the bronze nudged the girl again before grunting as he turned his attention to her trunk of clothes, clumsily knocking it to its side as he tried to rummage around inside. Oops.

Taking a knee she began to pick each garment up to be dusted off lightly before nestled back into the trunk. That nice color. Norsk commented on a pale rust colored dress but Norla shook her head, “No.” It was quickly tucked back into the trunk before she righted it and closed the lid. V’es had given her that dress and a few others as well after she found him again. Since Thread claimed her brother she had been avoiding wearing dresses or skirts. In the turn since coming to Dalibor her hair had grown out long enough to be pulled into a ponytail or worked into a short braid - that too was gone as she chopped it short following his passing. Loss was a familiar feeling yet foreign all the same; stepping back into herself was the only defense she had that was tried and true against things that hurt her. Unfortunately the pain she was trying to hide from was impossible to escape but Norsk was helping as much as he could. Without him acting as her constant rock she would have surely been completely lost.

Think Nor-la go. Be pretty. Be strong. Fun times. Norsk insisted before pressing his head against her side reassuringly. Safe. Food. Dance. Be watching. Another soft nudge saw the handler standing to brush the dust from her clothes, “I’m not dressed for anything fancy but I’ll at least go. Only for the food though.”

Setting out from her room towards the heart of the Weyr she continued to dust off her tan shirt, rolling the long sleeves up to her elbows as she walked. Stopping short of the Weyrbowl she paused to re-tie her wherry hide boots so they fit snug against her legs and around her feet. Though she refused to wear a skirt or dress the fit of her blouse and her dark pants would surely work to keep others from confusing her for a man, even with her short hair style. Taking a deep breath she walked out into the Weyrbowl with Norsk in tow, the larger bronze keeping clear of the people and settling on the outskirts with an eye on His. Pretty Nor-la. he complimented even as she shook her head, You would say the same even if I were covered in wherry dung.

The amusement shared by the two of them saw a brief grin light up the woman’s face as she made a beeline for the tables with food. I’m just here for the food Norsk. Don’t get your hopes up that I’ll be actually enjoying myself.

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Q'sis was talking to a man from outside the Weyr. He was better dressed than the average Trader, but no one from Western or Crescent could place him. Though gravity was in the nature of his tone, the tanrider spoke with a voice that could be called conversational. Vessa could make out the words involved if she was doing more than peeping:

"...your children are well-managed now." The other man nodded. "You do not want this arrangement to end." Another nod. "Then our business is concluded. Leave after the new Lord's words. It is the natural time to do so, before the Lady starts airing the Bowl out with poetry." A lady was laughing, but not the one Q'sis meant. Both men looked toward the loud sound, but only Q'sis's eyes lingered, and only for a second more than his comrade's.

He lifted his glass at the other man, waited for him to saunter off towards the Traders' alley, then pushed himself out of his chair and made his way to Vessa. "I am finding people very exploitable through their children," he told her. He pinched the front of the ribbon belted to her waist, then his fingers rolled the fabric between them, making a sketch of the texture. "Maybe even me."

A long coat approaching honey and gold in color rested over his frame, but it was cloth instead of wherhide, and breathed in the Summer night. The sash around his waist was thick cerulean, a different order of cloth from Vessa's ribbon. His brown trousers were a few shades too light to avoid conspiring with his black hair to segment his body; the tone resembled Unath, but warmer, leather-rich. "I have a tailor," he informed Vessa as his hand slipped off her ribbon.

It was possible the Handler did not understand that much, that clothes did not make proud angled accents over his shoulders or define his waist before flowing down his thighs on their own. He did not make a habit of buying her things.

Not that anything he did deterred her, a girl he had propositioned around this same beach two turns ago, who now appeared younger than ever. And the greed and tactics of a child to match. Q'sis turned his head, looking around and distinctly above Vessa, at other more average women circling the dance perimeter, their dresses better fit by virtue of their unremarkable heights. And he looked, though without guarantee, for the ironrider Z'dyn.

He started reaching for Vessa before his eyes had made it back to her, enveloping her arm in her hand and leading her out towards the dance square. There were two things there: dancers, who he ignored, and the edge of the stage upon which the Harpers had been propped. He seized Vessa's hips and hefted her onto the raised platform. Then he did not have to bend down so far to kiss her.

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 Posted: Oct 23 2016, 09:54 PM
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Though she clearly saw the man stand and begin to walk towards her - only someone blind or facing the opposite direction could have missed the giant as people parted before him - she bit back her smirk. Pretending not to see him she did her best to appear interested in something else nearby, grinning and touching the arm of a handler she knew by association only as he passed by. When the rider took hold of the ribbon around her waist she finally looked at him with a coy smile, “Q’sis, I didn’t see you there.” His brief unexpressed appraisal of her attire was met with her bottom lip jutting out in a pout - but it was fleeting as she reminded herself she was not here simply to be pleasing to his eye, “Oh. Well that is nice. I don’t have people in my pocket like you.”

His attention wavered as he looked over her to the rest of the crowd. Annoyance played across her features as she narrowed her eyes up at him. Just as she opened her mouth to say something his hand found her arm and she fell silent as he led her out to the dancing square. Face lit up in a bright smile as she thought they were going to dance but then he led her past the other dances to pick her up like a parent does a child, setting her on the stage. A brow arched up as she looked at him from a new vantage point before looking out at the rest of the riders, weyrfolk, and holdfolk. “It isn’t right to exploit children, you know.” Pausing for a moment her expression softened as she looked back at him, “Though you’re not the type to let harm come to them under your watch.” It was a guess at best since she could count on one hand how often she had seen him around children. Searching the faces for any that she might have seen Q’sis around before she leaned towards him to whisper, “Who are we looking for? And when were you planning to ask me to dance?”

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Dh'mel wasn't one for long speeches, but today deserved at least a few words. At a break in the music, he stood at the podium and cleared his throat. "Today I'd like to announce the well deserved graduation of the Winter Waker Weyrlings!" he declared stiffly. Despite his awkwardness in public speaking, he gave his students a proud look. "You've all trained hard. Make Dalibor proud. Come to me for your wing assignments." Well done, younglings! Ziprith added brightly and with great delight. Well, not so young anymore!

Dh'mel stepped down, finding a place at a table where he could sip his wine and wait for his now former weyrlings to receive their last assignment from him. He was glad this class had gone without major incidents. Maybe being a teacher wasn't so bad after all.

"Wyrn, you and Earth are assigned to Dawn Wing."

"N'oir and Uqetcanqeth are assigned to Dusk Wing."

"Dy'n of green Sath is assigned to Midnight Wing."

"Linavi, you and Poshyooth will be part of Mayday Wing."

"Glyss and Zheggatineth will be part of Heritage Wing."


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Linavi:

A polite brush off sent the young man who asked her to dance away, she didn't have time to dance right now - besides she didn't know where her brother was and he was rather protective. Who knew how he would react if he found her dancing with a boy? Ohhhh so many excuses! You think he doesn't really think you're pretty but you are so beautiful!She is very beautiful isn't she? My Lin will dance with you later, I promise! He froze a moment when the pink bespoke him but then broke into a grin before disappearing into the crowd of other people.

You cannot do that! Linavi's plump cheeks burned crimson as she turned and looked up the weyr wall to fix her dragon with an icy stare.

Yes I can! Poshyooth teased in a sing-song voice as she shifted about on their weyr ledge looking down at the party. Look, Dh'mel is there.

Of course he is, you didn't think he was going to let us all be unsupervised did you? Not that they needed supervision at this point. She could do basic math at least and she knew they had done all the training they needed to. It was simply a matter of time before they were offered their rider's knots. As if on cue the Weyrlingmaster spoke up and Linavi let loose a sigh of relief when she heard her assignment. My Lin did not want to be in her brother's wing and she isn't! Poshyooth announced to the Weyrlingmaster and at least half of the others in the immediate area surrounding him. Once more Linavi was bright red and when it was her turn she rushed to the Weyrlingmaster to accept her new knots, "Thank you." Hurrying out of the way she slipped off to the side of the festivities and took up a mug of juice to sip from.

You should be happy! Why are you always so upset?

It might have something to do with the fact you are always telling people what is on my mind.

Ohhhh my Lin! I do noooooot always tell everything on your mind. I did not tell Sath's or Uqetcanqeth's that you find them cute! Though you always turn that color when they come around. And you do get oh so quiet. I don't know why you get so quiet when you have such a lovely voice. Oh oh! You should sing! Shall I ask if you can sing with the harpers my Lin?

Absolutely not! Do not ask them anything. Hush now, enjoy people watching and let me enjoy being a wall flower.

With a soft humph the pink lifted her head and gently reached out to both Sath and [u]Uqetcanqeth[/b], being as sly as she could be so as not to have Linavi realize what she was doing, One of yours should ask my Linavi to dance. She's just a bit shy and needs to be shown how to have fun.

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Oblivious to the looks given by a few women as she walked by to fetch some wine Ivy scanned the different faces around her, looking above her own height for one in particular. It was disheartening for the rider that her favored companion had transferred away. Though they were strictly 'friends' and nothing more the notion that something else might eventually come between them had been in the back of her mind. With him away from Dalibor it was not impossible but it was inconvenient - enough so that she had not pursued him. Of course if he happened to have come back to Dalibor for the feast, a new Lord Holder had been named at Crescent so this feast was a bit more than just some food and drinks, she had no qualms with wrapping herself up with him.

Disappointment played across her features for but a moment when she did not immediately spot him. "His loss," she murmured to herself before drowning her feelings with a large draw of wine. Blue eyes tracked the movements of a few different riders and handlers before she settled on one of them in particular. Downing her drink she smoothed out her dress, tugging the hem down a few inches on her thighs. The back was open for the most part though her light skin was covered to mid-back by her fiery red hair swaying back and forth with each step. Nodding politely to those around her intended her lips parted to flash as friendly a smile as she could muster, "Let's dance."

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"Mine will not come to harm except by their own mistakes. I do not care about the others." Q'sis lifted Vessa back off the stage, laying an arm around the back of her shoulders, more weight than comfort. "There are plenty of puny men here to dance with you. Unless what you want is to 'dance'. In that case...there are still plenty of puny men. And you will wait for me nonetheless, because you cannot tolerate any of them anymore."

His fingers curled against Vessa's shoulder, face lighting a small smile. The den of harpers meandered their way through the opening notes of the next song, slow dance. "I am not looking for anyone," he lied. His palm rubbed against the dress fabric floating off Vessa's shoulder. He removed his arm and stepped away. "Your weakness is in your naked desire. It is hardly becoming. You ought to take up with those unsatisfying men for frivolities like this. I do not owe you anything." Q'sis tilted his head at the woman who was barely more than girl. "Though the people in my pocket are the people in yours."

Too many of the firebrands in the Weyr paired their raucous demands with a pocket-sized stature. Q'sis became more dissatisfied by the second when he looked, again, across the puddle of available women gleaming on the dance floor. Not searching for someone, or anyone. He glanced at the back of Vessa's head, down her ill-fitting dress, then turned to hunt down the far more tangible drink table.

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Vessa:

If the weight of his arm was a bother she didn’t show it on her face even if her back straightened more to keep from slouching. As he was prone to do, he spoke and ruined the mood. With each word the smile on her face shrunk little by little until it was gone, in its place a set jaw and narrowed eyes were offered up to him. It took a moment before she offered in a rigid tone, “You think so highly of yourself, Q’sis.”

A quick turn of her head sent long locks flipping back over her shoulder before she offered up a brief shrug. Relaxing her features she glanced towards the harpers before looking back up at the rider, “I was merely offering you the first opportunity to dance. I have plans for the evening as it is.” It was a lie but with so many people mingling about she was likely to find someone to spend time with. His gaze wandered to those dancing and she let her eyes follow his for a moment before she then turned to see him looking the opposite direction.

With a pleasant, if not slightly strained, smile across her face she offered a friendly, “It was a pleasure seeing you Q’sis. Be well!” Before turning as if with a purpose towards a few handlers she saw nearby. Perhaps she could find Tarele among them, or if she could spot Izanen she was fairly certain he would oblige her a dance. Seeing the new Lord Holder of Crescent she was half tempted to ask him for a dance just to see Q’sis’ face should he accept and lead her around in a dance.

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