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Post by M'kel on Aug 4, 2009 13:58:27 GMT -5
A mixture of rich aromas wafts throughout the Gather, carried by a pleasantly cool breeze to tease the appetites of all Gather-goers. The Food Stalls have lived up to their tradition of delighting the palate, with a wide assortment of delicacies as well as traditional Gather treats. The bakers and cooks are eagerly supplying food to hungry mouths, in exchange for a Mark or two, of course. Adjacent to the Dancing Square, a cleared area is filled with tables for the sit-down, evening meal. Otherwise, snacks can be eaten while browsing the other stalls.
Purchases will require the use of Marks earned through Member activity. Please see the thread titled 'Price Listing of Gather Items' to determine item costs.
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Post by Spiffy .th ! on Aug 6, 2009 9:53:17 GMT -5
The dull plodding of Dusk's hooves almost began to lull him into sleep, had he not been used to it by now. Katalyn however, was thoroughly enjoying her first ride in months my doing just that, sleeping. A smile creased at the corner of R'mekk's - no, he was Remmekk again now, for tonight at least - mouth as he realised what she was doing, or not doing as the case was. This set him onto another thought track, thinking back to before they had left for the ferry that day.
They had decided to meet up in the stables, as they were going to have to ride out together on Dusk to get to the ferry in time, since neither of their dragons were yet old enough or big enough to carry their riders in flight. He had managed to find an outfit that suited him, as well as a mask, though not quite the same shade as his eyes, the green suited him much the same. A bit tight across the back, but then he wasn't likely to be needing the jacket until later on, when it got cold, and it would travel with him in his saddlebags until they arrived at the Hold.
He had been slightly stunned when he had seen his friend for the first time and had spent a good minute staring at her in surprise. Though he had been half expecting her to wear a dress, as was proper at a gather, he was still astonished to actually see her in one, as she wouldn't normally dress herself that way around the Weyr. The simple white dress was all she needed, offset with silver threaded designs here and there. She looks stunning, he managed to think eventually, once recovered. She had simply flashed him an appraising look for his outfit and proceeded to get Dusk out of her stable. Little did he know that her turning away disguised the blush she suddenly felt coming on, giving her time to recover her usual composure.
R'mek nudged Kat gently as he caught site of the Hold coming into view at the end of the track, not exactly recognising the Hold from his early life, but knowing still that he had once lived there, in those stone walls, before his mother had died. He tried not to think about it, instead watching the road.
Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Katalyn yawned hugely before remembering where she was, being astride a horse behind R'mekk and all, there were little other places she could possibly be. The movement disturbed the firelizard curled around her neck, who shouldn't have been there. It took her a few moments more before she remember it was Breeze, L'kev's bronze, who had come along because L'kev couldn't. Remembering the gather, she quickly forgot sleep and began earnestly chattering to R'mekk about it and who else they thought was going to be there, since they weren't allowed and all and they were sneaking in which was fun and would there be any trouble?
Entering the Hold, masks on, they tied Dusk up with the other runners, R'mekk flipping a Mark to the stable boy to look after her. Looking at each other, Katalyn remembering R'mekks green mask with the feathers pointing backwards and covering his ears, R'mekkk taking note of Kat's silver mask with its single up-facing feather at the centre, they made their way into the Hold, their stomachs turning at the smells of enticing food. They hadn't eaten since that morning and were famished. Winding their way to the stalls, R'mekk began eyeing up the people standing around. Most were hold folk, obviously, but a few were obviously stationed there to dissuade people from stealing the wares. He made a note of that.
"Ten Bubbly Pies and two cooled fruit juices, please, he heard Katalyn order for the two of them. Well, it wouldn't do to get drunk on wine before the occasion even started now, would it? Riki, mine stomach hungers for that cheese, would you? While the man's distracted? he asked of his Lizard silently.
Rejoining Katalyn and taking his share of the 'Pies they melted back into the building crown of Holdfolk, completely unaware that there were Dragon Riders on their midst. Or that Riki had just returned with his piece of stolen cheese.
Marks to be deducted: 1/16 + (2x1/4) = 9/16 (+ the 1M stolen cheese, if that counts ;D)
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Post by Journye on Aug 6, 2009 12:31:48 GMT -5
H'ter rubbed the velvety nose of the runner he had borrowed from the weyr, whispering gently to calm the beast as he lead it to the corral set up to care for the beasts while everyone enjoyed the festivities of the gather. He smiled to the lad that came forward to take the reins from him. "Thou must take good care of this runner for me. If thou doest a varily good job I shall give ye a few marks for your job well done," he promised the lad, winning a grin from the boy as he led the runner off to be brushed and watered.
H'ter, no he must remember that he had to introduce himself as Hunter at this gather. He was still upset over the Lord Holder's order of forbidding the dragon riders from attending, but the man had destroyed any hope of being able to keep such an order when he made the gather a Masquerade. He grinned as he adjusted the masque on his face, a simple black one.
He was dressed in the finest he had been able to find. A cream colored under tunic, cut in a plain style, with a rich, earth brown vest laced loosely over it. He'd picked that color for the vest since it was one of the color's of his brown, and since he couldn't wear his rider knots , he figured it would be one way to denote his rank without giving away that he was a rider. Plus, the color looked good with his reddish brown hair and made the darker, nearly crimson red highlights stand out more. The black masque certainly made his icy green eyes stand out.
He wore soft black breeches, similar to Teran suede. There were soft and comfortable. He had polished his boots so that they at least looked new even though they were well worn and comfortable for a night of enjoying ones self and dancing.
He glanced around as he headed toward the food stalls, not really feeling hungry, but rather thirsty after the travel to get to the gather. He smiled to the man behind the stall as he stepped forward to take his turn. "Ah, my good man it does my heart good to see your wares priced so fairly! I would take a chilled red fruit juice for now, the evening is still young and I do not wish to dillute my senses just yet with wine before I have the time to enjoy myself," he said as he handed over the 1/4 mark required for the juice. The stall owner smiled brightly at Hunter's flattery of his prices as he handed the disguised rider his cool juice.
Hunter took a sip as he stepped aside to allow the next patron their turn. He frowned slightly against the rim of his cup as a thought crossed his mind. He sighed sadly, for not only would he have to disguise who he was, but also his preference in company since holders frowned upon somethings that were freely done in the weyr. Ah, no matter, he was here to enjoy himself and it wouldn't matter what company since he had no plans of taken flirting of any kind any further then that, he couldn't risk losing his masque and giving away what he was.
He felt Bediverth's amused chuckle brush his mind and he grinned. He shouldn't worry about such things, but simply enjoy himself. He moved easily through the crowd as he sipped his juice, looking around at all the finery and some of the more detailed masques.
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Post by Skye on Aug 6, 2009 14:47:44 GMT -5
Skye licked her lips lightly as she looked around the tables set up in the dining square. She had just arrived at the gather and was a bit peeved that she had, had to walk such a distance to simply enjoy a night of festivities. She sighed and shook her head, a brow arching slightly as she noted a man looking her over. She smiled almost coyly to him and inclined her head just so, portraying herself as a lady holder would. Let them think of her as that if they wished, she would play the part since they wouldn't allow her to be the green rider she was she would be someone else, was that not the purpose of a Masquerade after all? Be someone else for a night.
She shifted her attention away from the young man, not wanting to have him think she was more interested then she really was. She tapped a gloved finger lightly against her bottom lip as she thought. If she was going to fully play into the Masquerade then she surely wasn't going to give anyone her true name. No, tonight wasn't going to be Skye of Green Calith. No, tonight she would be Lady Cybil. She didn't think her late mother would object to her using her name for the night. She smiled to herself and moved to the wine stall, ordering a glass of fancy white wine, then purchased a slice of red fruit to drop into said wine.
She was wearing a forest green, velvet dress that was completely sleeveless. The corset like top hugged her curves and fit snugly all the way down to her hips where it flared out just slightly so that it hung loosely about her legs all the way to her ankles. Her slippers matched her dress perfectly. She wore gloves of the same velvet material and color, they came all the way up to her elbows on her arms. A half inch wide band of green velvet rested about her slender neck like a choker with a small, round emerald dangling from it to rest in the hollow between her collar bones.
Her rich, auburn hair was done up in a bun with two black chopstick like sticks criss crossed holding it in place. Small beads and bells hung from the ends of the sticks. Her masque was shaped like a Teran butterfly, made of black silk and velvet with tiny bells hanging from the top "wings" of the mask. The bells tinkled softly each time she moved her head, not an annoying sound, but rather brought a person's attention to her to see what the sound was.
She took a small sip of her win and smiled to herself again as she looked around for a likely candidate to keep her company for the evening. She had other worries in the back of her mind, but she wasn't going to let them ruin her night of fun.
Blue Lucky was sitting up on her shoulder, taking great care not to dig his claws into her bare skin as his person moved slowly and gracefully though the crowd.
(10 marks for the wine and however much for the single slice of red fruit.)
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Post by M'kel on Aug 6, 2009 22:47:55 GMT -5
"Ah, wine!"
Such was the only warning the Crafter with the wine stall had before a blonde, skinny fellow began pushing his way through the crowd of patrons to the front of the booth. A frown creased the Crafter's brow immediately, as he readied himself for a good bout of tonguelashing - what an arrogant twit! - when suddenly a large pouchful of Marks were thrust his way.
"A bottle of thy very finest, good sir!"
The man's bulging red nose dipped, as his beady little eyes studied the Marks, and then the bald head rose again. Frown gone, a cheery though hideous smile in its place, the Crafter eagerly pulled out a bottle kept hidden under the table.
"From the vinyards of Dawnfire Hold, itself! The best in all o' Pern! Been aging for at least 200 Turns."
The scrawny young man leaned forward, nose within an inch of the bottle. The grapes for this bottle were probably sowed three Turns ago for me, he thought to himself.
"I'll take it!" Marks were exchanged, and both men left the bargaining table quite pleased.
After all, M'kel had plenty to celebrate this evening! Although he'd faced another crushing embarrassment in the Tournament, with his Wing coming in last place, M'kel was in high spirits. He had snuck into the Gather, when dragonriders were strictly forbidden, his disguise was incredibly dashing, and there were so many unsuspecting young damsels about that the bronzerider could never be bereft of companionship.
Plus, he had a new accomplice to begin training, and today was the perfect opportunity!
Taking a swig of the red wine, M'kel closed his eyes and smiled. It was every bit as delectable as that Crafter had claimed. Oh, he would enjoy every last drop of this bottle, to be sure. Another swig just to confirm...oh yes, definitely. It was definitely very good. Maybe just one more...ah yes.
Thus, M'kel took up a position leaning against a Stall selling assorted fruits, hazel eyes roving slowly over the growing crowd. He was clothed in a new outfit made just for the occasion: dark forest green jacket with a v-neck, white shirt underneath with a frill at his neck, and tan-coloured leggings cut off below the knee. His masque covered his eyes and had a jagged edge trailing onto his left cheek. It quite conveneniently covered the evidence of his Threadscore and made him look mysterious all at once. It was adorned with zig-zagging patterns of alternating emerald and hunter green, and hemmed with black beads. Yes, he was quite well-prepared for this Gather and ready to have a smashing good time.
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Post by .K.aci on Aug 7, 2009 11:45:02 GMT -5
Fingers tangled themselves with the soft fringes of a pillow, while eyes rolled up into her head. She was humming to herself, trying to ignore the babble going on over her - her brother's had raided her room and were putting the finishing touches of their gather gear, constantly bantering back and forth. "This is complete scum of the first egg, D'rel - if it were not for that cowardly bastard M'kel, we could attend yonder gather without being forced to behave like fugitives." The man addressed nodded, face inches from the little used looking glass. "Completely. And to not allow the dragonrider's in? I see no point in the man's views! And what is worse! We shalt sneak in as though we were riff raff!" D'rel paused. "Crown! Do thee think this shade of lip color matches mine eyes?" The girl spoken to nodded, eyes still closed as she lazed back on her bed, while the boy pouted. "Thou did not look! K'mar, does this shade compliment my features?" The older brother glanced at his brother, made a choking noise, and then turned away. "I have no opinion on thine lips, ask Claudia." The sister made a raspberry at her denial of his use of name, but otherwise made no movement.
D'rel turned back to the mirror, turning a critical eye at his face. "She's not deigning me with an answer from her sweet lips, imbecile. What dost though think, Sher-ie?" The man turned to the broad tunnel in which laid the heads of three dragons, all peering in and watching their rider's ready themselves. They made an odd trio - a Gold, a Green, and a Blue content to sit side-by-side. It doth look pleasant on you, I suppose. I can't be sure what human females dress in - your clutchsister does not deign to looketh normal. With a shout of laughter, D'rel told Crown, "See, I told thou ye wasn't normal. Even Sher thinketh so." The girl only stuck her tongue out at her brother and rolled onto her stomach, burying her face in her pillow. What dost thou think, Raoth? The Blue next to her studied His's clutch sibling, and spoke hesitantly. I do not pretendth to know the fashions. Ezelth, the Gold, spoke up finally. Mine doth have a slightly darker shade of lip paint in the drawer under his silver item - why doesn't though inform him of it, and give him invitation of it's use?
The Green passed on the information, and with an excited yelp D'rel drew from the drawer the facepaint kit. He was shocked that his sister had it - as was K'mar, and the pair of them moved to the bed, peering at her red head. They spoke back and forth, each poking at an available spot on her body. "Why dost thou have facepaint, sister dearst?" That would be D'rel, while K'mar chimed in. "I ne'er saw thee as the type to adorn it on thou." Finally the young woman sat up, all hopes of getting her nap gone. Her tongue sharp, she glared daggers at both of them. "It was a gift, and thou will notice it hath been tucked away!" She was up now, and she scowled at them both as the dragons sneezed their laughter in the background.
Quick blue eyes took in the pair, as they stood waiting for her to fix and criticize - it was what was expected from her. Sliding from the bed, she did K'mar first.
The tall boy was in a beautiful azure blue shirt that clung to his tapered figure and ruffled slightly at the wrists. She adjusted the collar and tugged to straighten the shirt, but he looked dashing as it was. His shoulder length molten gold hair had been tugged back into a ponytail, but wisps escaped it and framed his thin face delicately. He was wearing white stockings, and a pair of navy blue breeches that showed off legs that were slightly scrawny, but muscular. He was wearing dark brown, once expensive looking boots that were worn in, and looked comfortable, though she shook her head over them. He had been in those boots for nearly two turns - it was sad that he couldn't get himself a new pair. He was missing something though... Over to her trunk she went, diving in until she came up with two things - the first was a handkerchief that folded neatly and tucked in his breast pocket. The other was a simple silver chair that she placed around his neck, a brown glimmering small stone at the bottom. "There - now thou looks grand." He had picked out his outfit, but let her choose his mask - she brought it out now.
It was a beautifully delicate thing, seemingly spun from glass. It was a blue color, matching his outfit - but the specific design was something of an oddity. It was an azure color at the base, but on his left eye it looked as though the designer had held it sideways and dripped midnight blue paint down it. The left eye had much of the streaked paint, but the right was nearly totally azure, and the man scoffed at it even as she tied it to him. It looked good, covering his eyes and the tops of his cheekbones. "Cladi, that thing is ridiculous. It lookth so crazy! E'ery person there will think thou has dressed a nut." The girl laughed, a sound like warm cream. "It hath been designed to looketh like thou's dragon's hide, dear brother." And then the man really looked at it - for it did. It was the same shade as Raoth, and the same odd coloring. He had to admit, and this was not something that he did easily... It didn't look bad. The blues accented his tanned face, and he loved the color (although he was biased). His dragon was amused as well. Look, Mine! Thou lookth like me! The man nodded, adjusting the mask in front of the mirror he had crossed to. "I do, Raoth. I thank thee, Cladi. Did thoust have this made special?"
The girl hummed, feeling awkward as she swung her hands back and forth and focused on them. "Yes... I had one made for thou as well, D'rel. I had the thought ye needed something better than the mediocre ones around the weyr." A soft sigh, and the elder brother removed it carefully, setting it down. "Thou are sweet, Cladi." The girl only moved briskly onto D'rel with noise of her own. "It is whatever. Pray tell, don't mention it." And in the way of the two, they didn't. Now Crown looked at her brother, trying to stifle her amusement and indignation. For you see... D'rel was dressed up like a woman. The man had curled his wheat gold hair carefully, and had slapped on rouge and lipcolor. She didn't want to know where he had learned to do it all so well - he actually looked like a woman. He had always had elegant features - now they looked delicate, and he looked feminine.
The man had let his hair tumble down around bare shoulders, and was wearing... A dress. It was a green thing, that showed off his tapered waist and flared out to cover his lack of hip. It was ankle length, and dark forest green, with the bodice decorated light green swirled pattern that ran around it. It was a high, chaste dress with sleeves to his elbows, and white gloves to cover the calluses. "D'rel... I must be curious... What are thou's breasts made of?" The man smiled and fished in his chest for a moment, pulling out a small, slightly squishy fruit. "Looketh!" She was - at his one breast. "So be it. It hath been decided thou has scarred me for life." The man grinned his evil, mischievous grin and re-tucked his breast in the proper place. "Sister dear, do tell! Do I also be gifted this fine evening?" Wordlessly, the girl went to her trunk and took out the various gifts friends had given her over the years. Several gold necklaces, a few rings, and a bangle for his wrist - he looked like a woman. But the man waited - she knew what he was actually talking about.
Crown had known of this plan for awhile - thusly, she had ordered a ladies mask. She pulled it out, smiling deviously, and showed it to him. It was a light, slightly yellowish green that dipped down along his cheekbones and then flared out to the lower side in a shallow swirl. It was decorated with strange squiggles and speckles of a darker green that matched both dress and the markings on his dragon. A gold feather looped from the right side of his eye, and the young man - err, lady - squealed and placed it on directly. "Don't I look ravishing? Thank ye, Cladi, darling. It is beautiful!" The brother's done, Crown reached out to Ezelth for support - her relationship was getting better and the pair were improving by leaps and bounds. That was exhausting. The dragoness chuckled to herself. Thou did marvelous.
Now she fell back on the bed, throwing a pillow over her head as she told them, "Have fun at the Gather." For our young Junior Weyrwoman was planning to not attend - and the twins shared a glance over her. K'mar went into her bathroom, carrying a mysterious bag, while D'rel sat with a flump next to her. "Cladi... Darling." An eyelid cracked open, and she peered at him. "If thou wants more of mine jewelry to adorn thyself with, it would be in mine chest." But that wasn't it. "Thou has two choices, darling sister. K'mar and I expect ye at the Gather - so ye may go into the bathroom quietly and change, or thoust will be forced into thine new clothing."
As you can expect, much fighting and fist throws later, and with only Ezelth to settle down everything when it looked to be nasty, Crown had been cleaned, and dressed. The girl - who had in the end resigned herself to her fate - now stood infront of her brother's, eyes closed in exasperation as they looked her up and down. She didn't realize what she looked like - but they saw her. The girl who generally wore loose, baggy clothing was showing what she truly looked like - and the brothers found it amusing. Mind you, they would be with her all night so no prowling men got near her, so this was alright.
She had been clothed in a dress of a very pale gold. It was sleeveless, but her breasts were just large enough it held it up nicely. Her figure was trim, and cut down to a narrow waist, with a nice waist that flared out into trim thighs and beautifully turned calves. Indeed, she was a pretty body - and the dress did her wonders. It flowed down her body in a rippling silk, like a waterfall, hugging every lithe wire-like muscle being a rider had created. It had no skirt to it - the dress dropped down to her lower calf and there flowed around her ankles like water as she shifted and moved. It was slit, cut up to almost mid-thigh, and showed off sleekly tanned legs, while the back was only laced and showed off a fair amount of creamy skin, stopping right before the small derriere she had. "Cladi, my heart." The twins whispered at the same time, "Open thine eyes." Infront of her they had placed a mirror - and Crown opened her eyes to a person she didn't know.
The boys had had the dress and mask made specifically for her, although she had not know it. She just stared at the beautiful young woman in front of her, trying to understand. The dress was elegant and made her appear older, the pale gold accenting her tan. The material had to have cost a fortune for the brother's, but she dared not ask. The coloring was her favorite - as she moved, the pale gold shimmered and became darker, so at some parts of her she was as light as her own dragon, and others she had the burnished hide of an older Queen. It was a scandalous dress - but she couldn't complain.
And the mask was her favorite part. As white as a new blanket of snow, the mask was shaped as a simple over the eye piece. However, under the left eye dangled down small beaded pieces of pale silvers and golds that covered her left cheek down her nose. The left side was all small swirls and elegant ripples that made her feel as though the wearer could let loose and be free - but the right side of the mask took her breath away. It was a pulled white metal that was wire thin, and came up the right side of her face in an elegant way. It was thin, and elegant, and must have cost the pair a small fortune, at least. "Oh..." She could only expel a breath of air through lips that had been painted a frosted gold to match the rest of her attire, and simply stare at the stranger in the mirror.
Ezelth, too, was surprised at Her's appearance. Mine own, thou art the most beautiful creature I hath ever laid eyes on. Now, the girl turned bright red. "Oh, I thank ye, brothers. I am sorry I was a miserable cretin before - thou did not hath to go through the trouble of this!" But the brother's shook off the praise, and handed her their presents. From D'rel, a gem necklace. It was on a silver chain, and was a beautiful sapphire decorated by three tiny diamonds on the side. K'mar had her close her eyes, and she felt nimble fingers dance at her earlobes for just a moment - sapphire earrings had been placed in the holes. The girl was wordless, and then suddenly flung herself at her brothers - the night was a gift too precious to waste on words.
K'mar turned to his younger sister and brother, and in his solemn way, spoke. "Doth thee realize, we are not dragonrider's tonight?" The pair hesitated, not understand their brother. "Today, I am Lord Kanamar." Now D'rel understood, and giggled. "I shall beith Lady Devera! And Claudia, you shalt be Lady Cladi." In high spirits for once - she hadn't been outside yet - the girl agreed, and they exited her room. It was here that Crown began to have a problem. As they walked down stairs, rider's here and there paused to give her a double glance, trying to figure out who was she. It didn't help that K'mar was without his brother, and was instead with a two ladies - it didn't make sense.
Crown.
She was glad to be by themselves finally, as Ezelth spoke to her. Please, take care. I will be there in a moment, if thou shall need me. Crown shook her head, glad that the mask was tied tightly. Nay, do not worry. I have protectors this night. But the Gold was a smart one. You shall loose them to have your own fun. Bronze Glomp took this moment to pop from the air, a smart purple bow tied around his neck proudly. Perhaps. But you are still not ready to move - stay, please. Do not exert thyself on my behalf. But she knew the Gold would deny all remarks if Her's was in danger - I shall try my best to behave. The young woman threw herself over the young runnerbeast handed to her - a strongwilled male that fought at the rein for his head. "I am glad, Cladi, that thou are a Goldrider. If ye were not, we would be walking." It was D'rel speaking, and with a shout of laughter, Crown sped them off - to the Gather they would go!
The young woman knew, as she handed the hot runner to the man at the fringes of the Gather, that she would not stay in the company of her brothers. Forgetting for a moment what she was wearing, she turned to them. "I would go to find a bite to eat." D'rel set up whining. "I wish to go to the dancing square!" K'mar agreed with him, and set his sister with a glare. "Thou needs company." Her fingers dancing on the large orange Bronze cradled in her arm, she scowled right back. "I hath Glomp, and `Phoria." The forest Green was thrown around her neck lazily, humming quietly. "Ezelth is here as well, and -" The girl lifted her dress slightly to show two daggers on either ankle. "Plus, I hath one at the base of mine neck, and two more tucked away." On either side of her chest, in easy reach. Her brother's knew their was no arguing with her.
K'mar scowled, but relented. "Fine. Pray tell, you willith meet us at the dancing area in at least two candlemarks of time, or we shall track thee down." Understanding the threat, the young woman nodded. "Agreed." And off she went. Her first marks were spent on a piece of meat that went to the crooning firelizards - in hopes that they would stay with her for awhile. She paused to watch the world go by, suddenly self conscious. She had been gathering attraction - the day was yet young, and she could feel eyes on her. It was alright, she consoled herself - soon, there would be plenty of beautiful young woman, and she would drift into the background.
She didn't understand that she was one of those beautiful young woman, and as she moved elegantly to her own beat, she stopped at a fruit shop. They were selling six pieces on a stick for just a mark - a nibble on her golden lips, and she spoke shyly to the woman. "Please, mam'mam. If thoust will, might I purchase one?" As the cheerful old woman bubbled around, gathering fresh fruit, she spoke to the girl. 'Here ye are, deary. Such a pleasant night it be! Watch thoust doesn't travel too far - it is a snack to be eaten quickly.' Thanking her, she shifted Glomp to her arm and handed the mark over, receiving her treat. A dashing young man, blond, was leaning against the stand, and she accidentally jostled by him. Her voice soft, and elegant and slightly lilted - she had no reason to be angry today - she bespoke him. "Pardon me, M'lord." And then she was nice. "I rather like thy mask." But she was off then, tucking herself next to a pie seller to eat her snack delightedly.
OhOhCee: This is the mask, at least the part of wires on the right side that I was failing miserably to explain. It's all white, though, mind you. Pretty mask
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Post by D'gellin on Aug 10, 2009 22:55:30 GMT -5
Mm, this be exactly what I needed. A young man stretched contentedly as he strolled through the Stalls of the Gather, looking as though he owned the place. D'gellin was donned in a Harper blue loose-fitting tunic that draped over his lean form, half unbuttoned to display a decidedly unmuscular but not altogether unpleasing dark chest. Bronze detailing, resembling the color of Lancetoth's hide, swirled decoratively about the shirt around the collar, sleeves, and tapered bottom, hugging his waist over contrarily tighter white breeches. His mask was just as flashy - a matching royal blue that crossed his face with intricate little twists of a Lancetoth bronze. The sides branched down to his cheekbones and twirled away in delicate metal weaves. The costume, of course, hadn't come without a price, but he'd been planning for ages, and had coerced his elder sister into customizing the outfit for him. D'gellin couldn't remember ever having been so excited for a Gather.
I do wish I could have come as well. Lancetoth muttered sulkily from their weyr. Thou would have had to stay outside in any case, my heart. The bronzerider reminded his pouting companion, though this did little to cheer the dragon. Besides, it is not only thee whom Lord Kill-Joy hast a problem with. D'gellin reminded with a little twist of a frown. It was bad enough many in the Weyr were ill, but to be segregated on top of it was...understandable but frustrating. He was just lucky there didn't appear to be any symptoms today! And D'gellin intended to make full use of this reprieve, regardless of who was or wasn't invited; rules be damned.
He took this moment to smile disarmingly at a few passing ladies, decked out in their Gather finest and giggling as they met his masked face. Ooooh yes, he was definitely going to have some fun today! Fear not, my heart, I will keep thee well informed of the festivities. D'gellin promised, crossing his heart with a minute x, though his eyes lingered distractedly on some of the Stalls. He could really use a new jacket; his old one had been out-grown for nearly a turn now, leaving it short at the waist and sleeves, a homage to his late growth spurt...But responsibilities were for later! On his back, he'd slung his guitar from his Apprentice Harper days. He had talent but had, unfortunately, lacked the stamina and experience to move further in his studies before Impressing Lancetoth. He'd played with it the past few turns, so he wasn't...too rusty, at least, but figured the instrument would be better suited in assuring his disguise as 'Harper Gellin', as opposed to being used in performances...
Dost thou plan to do anything besides grinning like a half wit at e'ery pretty lady? Lancetoth asked in exasperation as D'gellin continued to move aimlessly through the throngs, finding more than directing himself to the food stalls. Tsk, as if thou doest any different. The bronzerider pouted, though he supposed he ought to save the flirting for later. Seeing as he was, apparently, incapable of scoring a girl on his own, the young rider had come across a veteran of the woman field. Out of the kindness of the older man's heart, he'd agreed to give D'gellin a few pointers, thank Faranth, so hopefully this really would be a fun Gather. Finally spotting M'kel, D'gellin casually joined him, leaning against the Stall as well. "M'lord" He nodded his head in greeting, though his arms were crossed more self-consciously rather than to bolster the nonchalant act. This was a Master he was facing!
((Sorry for the wait guys! I'm here now! ...er, well D'gellin is anyhow. :] ))
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Post by M'kel on Aug 12, 2009 23:07:30 GMT -5
((Excellent, my Apprentice. XD))
The passing folk provided easy entertainment, as M'kel continued to lounge against the Fruit Stall and await the arrival of his partner in crime. He took another swig of his wine, feeling more confident than usual - if that was possible - emboldened, as he was, by his mask. Although he was perfectly suave and comfortable in the Weyr, everyone developed a reputation over time. Although his personal reputation was mostly good, there were some who'd taken a dislike to his wily ways. As baffling as that was, M'kel found himself with a fresh start and a new crop of unsuspecting ladies.
Like that one!
The bronzerider jerked his head ever-so-slightly as he followed the approach of a golden beauty. She moved with a swaying grace that had him mesmerized and intrigued all at once, and M'kel was quick to note her slender yet firm figure beneath the clinging fabric of the dress. His eyes ran up the tantalizing slit along her leg, and his mouth quirked in a minute smile. M'kel found himself leaning in when she spoke, in order to better hear the sweet tones the danced like flowers from her lips, only to find the girl turning into him upon finishing her transaction.
The bump was slight, but he felt a jolt of excitement nonetheless. At her apology and compliment to his mask, M'kel dipped his head graciously, catching her eyes with his hazel ones. "Thank you, my lady. Your own mask is quite breathtaking, I must say." And then she was gone, whisked away by the crowd, with a piece of fruit held to her lush lips.
Though his eyes trailed after her wistfully, M'kel was still awaiting his Gather companion and could not leave the designated meeting spot just yet. Thus, he turned with much greater determination to spot the rich blue tunic he knew would be making its way through the crowd and grinned cheerfully when he spotted D'gellin. Or, Gellin, as he would be today. If M'kel had heard that young bronzerider's comment about him being an 'older man', he likely would have had a moment of heart failure and may not have reacted as boisterously to the arrival of his Apprentice.
"Gellin!" he said warmly, nodding as the other man took up his position against the stall wall. "You made it without mishap, I presume?" Again, the thought of the slight against the dragonriders in being banned from this Gather caused the man's lip to curl slightly. "We'll not let that ruin our day, however. I've found a ripe little peach to amuse ourselves with already, if you think you're up to it." His look was sly and eager now, as the bronzerider leaned in conspiratorially. "I think that we should start immediately with a test run. I'd like to see how you manage yourself in the field. I've given you a few pointers, but a man learns best through practice!" And with that, the green-clothed dragonrider placed a hand firmly on D'gellin's arm and guided the other man to a position with a better view.
"How about that one?" he murmured, gesturing inconspicuously towards the girl in the golden dress tucked away beside a pie stall. If D'gellin began to struggle, M'kel would be all too ready to swoop in and save the day. Though, in the case, it likely wouldn't be D'gellin taking the prize...
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Post by D'gellin on Aug 13, 2009 22:53:09 GMT -5
To M'kel's inquiry, D'gellin laughed. "Were mishaps expecting me?" He grinned devilishly, loving that he was getting away with being a dragonrider in a place where they weren't aloud. It was like his prank days all over again. The lad was dancing right under the Holder folk's noses and they had no idea. The concept gave him a thrill of confidence. He didn't miss a beat as M'kel dove right into business, expression just as impish as his blond companion. He leaned in eagerly as M'kel continued to speak, drinking in each word with unusual attentiveness for the generally scatterbrained bronzerider.
It was thus with a start of excitement that he was led off for a view of his first target. Shards, were his palms sweating? He was certainly doing a poor job of concealing a smile. When it came right down to it, D'gellin was crafty but...a poor excuse for a ladies man. He would be lucky if he could seduce a comatose, and most of the girls he'd met knew to write him off as the joker, never taking him seriously. He chose not to wonder if this was, perhaps, because he really just tried too sharding hard.
All thoughts flew out the window, however, when his eyes latched on to the 'peach' M'kel had pointed out.
"...H...her?" D'gellin clarified, wide eyes glancing at M'kel and back to the golden swathed beauty. Way to throw him onto the front lines without a weapon! D'gellin swallowed nervously. She was...gorgeous...the kind of girl he would stare sighing over for hours, lamenting his lack of muscles and rugged attractiveness. He didn't stand a chance in his wildest dreams! Besides, with a body like that she had to be accompanied by someone. Her escort must be arriving shortly; a burly, classy, brainy extraordinarily handsome Master, no doubt. He would probably whisk Goldy away on a snow white stallion, pristine teeth glittering in the sun as they rode off into a premature sunset, Rukbat setting early just for their convenience. Sharding beautiful people had all the luck.
"...Khrm...Right...her..." D'gellin's fingers drummed against the Stall as he half moved, half refrained from stepping forward, stalling. Now that he was in this, it would be a blow to his manhood to back down, though it cheered him just a bit to think M'kel trusted him with a girl like this in his would-be 'test-run'. ...Or maybe M'kel was just waiting for D'gellin to totally screw up, so he could wing his way effortlessly into her good company instead. D'gellin took a breath, straightening. No way, it wouldn't come to that, couldn't come to that. He could do this. This time...this time he was on a fresh slate with no biases or reputations. It was Gellin the Harper against Goldy the Beauty.
He didn't realized that he'd been holding his breath until his head started to spin. "Right, here goes nothing." D'gellin breathed out, striding over in her general direction, though he made it a point to stay out of her range of vision. Easy, D'gellin, don't get jumpy, don't think about M'kel watching your every move...Gulp...shards, no pressure, right? He chuckled nervously to himself, ran a hand through his tousled dusty auburn hair, and stuck his hands in his pockets, feigning nonchalance as he approached Goldy from the side, still out of her immediate line of sight. When at last he reached her, he was sure his heart was going to sputter into a drumrolled explosion, but he was every bit the suave gentleman he was pretending to be when he spoke.
"And what's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" He began, sauntering casually over. "If you're not careful some handsome stranger is going to come and steal your company." Gellin flashed a devilish half grin, leaning forward delicately with his hands in his pockets. He appeared almost playful, catlike, light eyes glancing up through the mask with a mischievous sparkle. "Speaking of strangers, I don't suppose this seat is taken?" He nodded his head at the empty seat beside her, tilting his head in a curiously innocent sort of way. Not a drop of inhibition shined through. Ladies man or no, D'gellin was, at the very least, a spectacular actor...or he really truly hoped so anyway...
Pleasedon'tshootmedownpleasedon'tshootmedownpleasedon'tshootmedownpleasedon'tsho
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Post by .K.aci on Aug 30, 2009 1:50:35 GMT -5
I know that we'll have a ball if we get down, And go out, and just lose it all. I feel stressed out, I wanna let it go, Lets go way spaced out and loosing all control. The bronze flitter was quite content, a girl, standing amid a crowd of people, holding a flit in her arms tucked next to His, curled in her arms - he enjoyed the snuggling. His - while seeming to have shrunk the ridiculous clothe she covered herself with - was happy, a smile, bright eyes, the frozen image of a young child's excitement on a christmas morning if not feeling a little insecure a man's lips, pursed in a low whistle of admiration, and a small girl, ducking her head with heated cheeks and a dainty hand run over an elegant updo subconsciously. The flit knew he had to do something for her the girl, slipping to the side, looking from the side of blue eyes at a world so unlike her own for she seemed like a little one coming out of an egg an odd, Crown like little flit poking its head out of a cracked and strangely sporadic egg and he had to do something!
Glomp knew he had to comfort her and cheer for her, so he hummed and chattered at her a bronze lizard, head tilted up at His, chattering animatedly and showed her all sorts of pictures until she laughed quietly and put a dam on his barrage. He was curious to why she was infront of a booth, head tilted in question, but she was speaking, in her soft creamy voice, although not to him. To another woman, who had the scent of food on her! Quick as a flash his head was up and peering at her, questioning. But no - disappointment, for after closer inspection, she was sweet and sticky. It was that fruit-stuff that His liked so much. His shifted him it wasn't a ladylike move, throwing him with a practiced ease to her shoulder and he squawked at her crossly a hidden butterfly, eyes crossed with a silly grin on golden frosted lips as she kissed a disgruntled Bronze's nose.
But we fast forward, flipping through the pages past things already read. Now words are being uttered eyes wide behind her mask, a head turned back to catch the last words on his lips, blue met with a startling hazel and she listens. 'Thank you, my lady. Your own mask is quite breathtaking, I must say.' She wishes she could thank him - he was so kind, making sweet remarks - but the crowd pulled her away and she focused on forward again. A bench, next to the sweet scent of pies, that she could sit down for a moment and enjoy herself. Glomp had forgiven her, and was again showing her all of the bright and shiny things around the gather head tossed back, rich laughter bursting from her lips as she holds a halting finger up to the Bronze flitt on her shoulder, other hand petting the green flitt curled in her lap while Crown ignored the world. She was content with this little corner - she could block out the stares and the thoughts that were directed at her. Of course, if she could hear some of them, she would laugh.
A peach? No. Peaches were soft and squishy, sweet and excellent with cream Crown, floating in cream happily content, covered in a soft layer of orange gold skin. She was more like a crab apple a small, shrunken, shriveled apple with Crown's face, a hole on her cheek with a worm poking it's head through bitter and tiny and useless for everything. Her? Gorgeous? laughter of an insane kind, falling of the bench holding her sides She was too tall for a girl, too hard, her face too sharp and too muscly for a girl. Girl's were soft, dainty creatures - she could beat most guys in a wrestling match. the girl, pinning a young man against a table with his elbow pulled behind his back, the least amount of pressure on it snapping the bone. her face in a feral growl, teeth showing, voice a low growl as she threatens him to pull it again She was the most unlucky person in the world - who else wants to Impress a Bronze and gets a Gold? Beauty? Other's were prettier, had more grace and poise. She walked determined, she thought - she was of a light step, but nothing more. She didn't realize she was all that was in men's thoughts, and here - here, hidden behind a mask, she didn't have the excuse that they only said these things because she was a Goldrider. Here, she was just Cladi.
Crown had been tucked in her nitch, unaware of the man arriving at her side, so when he spoke, head flown around, eyes wide behind her mask, hand flying to her shoulder and almost knocking Glomp off, with the Bronze flapping a few times in an ungainly attempt to regain balance, her lips forming the letter O she almost had a heart attack. 'And what's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?' The words didn't register for a moment as she grabbed for her Bronze, the gallant knight ready to launch himself at the man who startled His so. eyes turned away, fingers splayed around the firelizard hugged to her chest, allowing the Green free reign to her shoulder.
Now, she looked at him again, allowing her brain to catch up as she went over the handsome man and listened to his words. 'If you're not careful some handsome stranger is going to come and steal your company.' He was cute, in an endearing way her head tilted to the side, blue eyes dancing up at him, soothing the Bronze with her fingers while she listened to his words as he managed to peer up through his mask at her, begging with his puppy-dog eyes. 'Speaking of strangers, I don't suppose this seat is taken?' His head cocked to the side, he looked like a little boy and a very handsome man all at once - and the poor girl was very very out of her element.
But she had something that this suave man didn't have - a very observant Golden dragon. He is just a boy. behind the curtain, the golden dragon pulls the strings of the puppet who struggles herself to be a real girl For once, Crown agreed with her dragon, and her first thought was to shoo him on his way. He was just another man after her for what she rode. But Mine - this one does not know you are a rider. Crown blinked up, silent as she tried not to zone out in the tell-tale dragonrider communication look.
Hmm? Oh, right. I forgot. So what? The young queen sneezed delicately, laughing at Her's. You are not Crown the Queenrider. You are not Claudia the Drudge. You are not Claudia the Child. Tonight, you are Cladi the Lady. You always worry what other's think of you because your imagine has been painted for you. So, paint this Cladi girl all yourself. The girl blinked once more, rapidly digesting her dragon's words. The whole thing took only a few mental seconds, and then Cro- Cladi took a deep breath and a smile crossed her lips as she took him in, an oddly Cladi smile - it was cocky, amused, sure, exasperated, and soft - nothing Crown ever smiled like spoke.
Her voice was soft, but a splash of cold water, icily refreshing. They were kind tones, but sharp on the edges, a razor sharp blade held lovingly. "A handsome stranger?" She wasn't quite sure where the words were coming from - Ezelth was helping, but it was as though knowing she was free had lifted a weight from her tongue. "I wouldn't suppose one of those were in short order tonight, M'Lord. I thank you for your concern, but I must warn you I hold onto my time quite closely, sir." blue eyes twinkled up from her mask into his own, a girl gazing into the eyes of her unorthodox knight, mischievousness written on her face to show her words were a jest. "I don't know if it's taken - I only just sat down you see. For all I know, my seat is taken as well."
She made to rise and then settled back down the frame freezes on her fingers tugging on his elegant shirt in a childlike way, weaving her hand into the clothe as she reaches up her lips to him, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. "Wait, I have a better plan. If you promise to stop trying so hard to impress me," as she is speaking she is still using the Cladi voice, the relaxed and at ease voice, but her last word is Crown, the smooth blade slightly jagged and ripped up "you can sit down, and I'll protect you from anybody coming over and saying that we stole their seats. Name to sign the deal - I'm Cladi." Grinning rogishly, she dropped her hand back and patted the seat next to her with it - an open invitation. head thrown back, slim neck exposed, eyes coyly blinking up at her through lashes and mask, the picture is a frozen beauty.
Fill up my cup, mazel tov. Look at her dancing, just take it... OFF! Lets paint the town, we'll shut it down. Let's burn the roof and then we'll do it again.
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