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Post by **Auria (etc)** on Aug 7, 2009 20:17:39 GMT -5
Auria, still quite flustered, had just decided to cast aside her shyness and enjoy the dance. She was about to reach out to accept the gentleman's offer.
But then ... her heart stood still, for a tall man in blue, with long blonde hair, and a mask made of delicate two-toned blue in the most unusual ... and strangely familiar ... design, caught her eye.
Not only did he catch her eye, but he raised his glass ... to her? Could it be...?
"I-- I--" she stammered, and, with those mysterious eyes locked on hers from afar, she almost told the stranger a lie, that she was indeed awaiting her partner.
Before she was able to gather the words, however, a lovely woman in scarlet stepped up to the object of her attentions, and began speaking to him. Ah, so, was he waiting for someone special?
Auria tried to hide the disappointment on her face, as she turned back to the original gentleman, and forced a polite smile. "I thank thee, sir, I would -- and dost-- love to dance."
Though she offered the gentleman in grey her hand, her eyes ... and alas, her heart ... were fixed on the haunting vision in blue.
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Post by Journye on Aug 8, 2009 15:08:43 GMT -5
K'yan smiled brightly as he took the the lady's hand and brought it to his lips where he brushed a gentle and polite kiss upon her knuckles before leading her onto the dancing square. He kept his touch on her light.
He lead her gracefully through the motions of the dance, but notice that her attention seemed to be else where. He shook his head and smiled gently, lopsidedly. "I knowest that I am not the most entertaining my lady and I assure ye that I shall only keep ye for this one dance and then I shall be on my way and leave ye in peace," he said gently. He wasn't at all upset that her attention was elsewhere, he was enjoying the one dance. After all, he was a weyrling and didn't nor couldn't pursue anything further then friendly words and dances.
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Post by .K.aci on Aug 8, 2009 23:01:53 GMT -5
We were both young, When I first saw you. I close my eyes, And the flashback starts. I'm standing there, On a balcony in summer air. K'mar
Dark blue eyes flashed over the crowd in a dizzying pace, but his mind never shifted from the woman he had toasted. She was a startling girl - and he couldn't chase her from his thoughts. His dragon was oddly silent - but the Blue had realized that this was a battle that His had to fight on his own. Fighting with himself, it was only mere moments that made him turn his head back, seeking out the girl again. And there she was - and his breath caught. She was looking after him, eyes caught by his own and mouth parted as though she was speaking to just him... He was so entranced that he did not realize the ruckus going on beside him until suddenly words were being spoken - to him.
He tore his eyes away, even as he made up his mind to rise and ask for a dance - but the words were being danced, and a lovely girl in a beautifully made dress of scarlet was curtsing to him. Manners said he rise - quickly he did, setting down his wine cup before giving her an elegant bow in return. 'Good tidings to ye this evening, My Lord.' Still lost in thought, it took a nudge from the Blue to be shook back into reality. Raising himself from the bow, he focused more intently on the woman. She was a beauty, with dark tumbling curls and cornflower blue eyes. He met her's with his own dark blue ones, smiling softly.
First things to deal with - "And to thee. It is a pleasure to meet thee, My Lady." He turned to gently pick up his wine glass, but he took the moment to search in vain for the woman in blue - but she was dancing, an elegant creature among the stomping wherries on the floor. Squashing down disappointment, he turned back to the woman with words on his tongue. "I pray thee forgive my manners - I am Lord Kanamar. May I inquire thy name, M'Lady?" She was indeed a pretty woman... And she looked as though she was afraid out of her mind, now that he actually took the time to look.
He settled back on his seat, gesturing down to the seat next to him. "Please, be seated. You look uncomfortable, and it is not my intention to cause you any uncomfort." But at the same time, he was not good with this - it was D'rel that stepped forward and spoke to people, who took charge and made friends. Being out of his younger twin's shadow was awkward and slightly terrifying - and K'mar cursed himself for it. But even as he tried to ease the girl's fears, he found one part of him keeping an eye on the blue dress that whirled around the dance floor, entranced. He made sure, at least, that the girl felt his attention - but something about her was startlingly extravagant. "I am sorry - I am not good at the social skills required for these Gathers."
See the lights, See the party, The ballgowns. See you make your way, Through the crowd And say hello.
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Post by .K.aci on Aug 8, 2009 23:35:18 GMT -5
D'rel
The smile often is found to bring a thousand words - and bring with it it did. In the smile she saw the joy, the surprise, the eagerness of making a new friend, and the young woman smiled just as brightly back. Fantastic! She did like a warm reception, and the flit was as cute as his bonded. Her smile brightened even more as he took the hand she had offered, and her cheeks stained themselves red slightly. 'No, please don't go. Stay and enjoy the music as long as ye wish my dear lady. I would be honored to have such lovely company.' The red deepened, and she thanked Faranth for the mask she was wearing - it covered the delicate cheekbones that were trying to embarrass her. She took the hand that had been kissed and folded it in her lap, peering over at the man.
'I am Lukas.' She nodded encouragingly, asking him to go on even as she grinned down at the little Brown who was edging closer to her. 'Indeed, tis a beautiful piece and I am a fortunate man to have such a beautiful lady at my side to listen to it with me.' Coyly glancing up at him, she focused on the little Brown flit in front of her, and offered him her hand - without the glove on it. She didn't understand how girls liked these things - they were so uncomfortable. She had Harper calluses on them - if he touched her hand and was confused at why she was rough, well - she had a reason. But she couldn't help but nattering, even as she offered to rub the little Brown's eyeridges. "M'Lord Lukas, it is a pleasure to make thy acquaintance! I am glad that thou art a music lover - many men I know do not understand the beauty and depth of such pieces. I wish that I had known the man that had made the pieces... What was he thinking when he created it? And will music made today be so famous turns from now as well?"
But suddenly she flushed scarlet again. "Oh, ye will think me a fool for rambling of nonsense. Please, Lord Lukas, tell me about thyself!"
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Post by Skye on Aug 9, 2009 7:41:47 GMT -5
Emberlyn relaxed slightly and smile came a bit more easily as the man stood to bow to her. She did, however, hesitate a moment before telling him her name. Should she tell him her true name, or make one up on the spot. No, she had never been creative enough for that, so her true name it would be. "My name is Lady Emberlyn and tis a pleasure to meet ye my Lord Kanamar," she said with a gentle smile.
She gladly took the seat offered to her, smoothing out her skirt as she sat. She shook her head at his words and shifted slightly on the bench to look at him. "Nay, my lord, tis not thee that has made me uncomfortable. I too an not good at such social things as this. My twin on the other hand," she said, gesturing slightly toward her twin who was speaking with a group of men.
She shook her head again and smiled softly, folding her hands on her lap. "Tis a beautiful night for the Gather. The weather perfect for the theme chosen by the Lord Holder," she commented as she glanced toward the dance floor, smiling as she watched the twirling dancers. She could feel her cheeks still flushed as she sat beside the handsome man. She silently wondered what she was thinking by actually approaching him.
The wallflower turned crimson rose, twill surely lead to nothing but trouble Emmith love, she said to her green as she watched the man next to her looking out at the dancers as if looking for someone.
Do not be silly mine own, ye are beautiful and if the silly man can not see that then tis his loss![/color] Emmith assured her rider firmly. Ember shook her head and looked down at her hands for a moment before looking up at Lord Kanamar again. "I hope that I have not intruded upon thy time My lord," she said softly. Oh, she was not at all good at this and her sister left her to do this on her own.
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Post by C'lyn on Aug 9, 2009 7:56:24 GMT -5
Cael trilled softly as he leaned into the hand rubbing his eyeridges and L'kas smiled. "Cael is pleased to meet ye as well my lady," he said with a soft laugh, running fingers down the brown's back.
At her questions he tilted his head a bit thoughtfully. He had not personally known the man that had created this piece, but had, had lessons on it. "Perhaps he was drawing on his love of Pern when he wrote it, or perhaps there was a special someone he wished to please," he said with a smile as he turned his attention back to her. "Tis possible that music today will be played turns from now and someone will wonder the same thing as ye," he said with a soft laugh.
He quickly shook his head as she spoke of him thinking her a fool. "Nay my lady. I could never think of ye as such. I too enjoy music and have had some Harper training of my own, though it has been a while since I've had a lesson," he said with a lopsided grin.
"Ye want to know more about me?" he asked, hesitating a moment. Any other time he would be gladly proclaiming that he was a Bronze rider and that his wing had just won first place in the tournament for their coordination. But, alas he couldn't do that tonight and he silently cursed the Lord Holder.
"I am but a simple man my Lady Devera. One who enjoys music and Gathers. I also happen to be the luckiest man at the Gather this evening, because I have the most beautiful lady as company," he said with a smile as he took her hand again, gently so that if she wished to pull away she could. His thumb brushed lightly against the side of her hand. He felt the callouses, but did not mention it, twas not his place to ask about such things.
Cael hummed happily as he moved closer still to the woman speaking with his, stretching his neck out to nuzzle at her hair and shoulder.
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Post by **Auria (etc)** on Aug 9, 2009 17:19:02 GMT -5
The music was enchanting, and Auria's natural talent bubbled to the surface, leading her lightly at the kind gentleman's hand. She moved with a floating grace, as if the dance floor were made of clouds. She smiled, for the movement brought memories of joys long dead.
And yet her eyes kept straying to the man in blue. Each time they did, her heart would leap with hope, for she would think that he, in turn, had been glancing her way.
But how foolish was that? The beautiful woman in scarlet was by his side, and what true gentleman, for surely he must be a Lord, would turn to one who appeared to be naught but a peasant girl, with such a noble beauty beside him?
It was not till her dance partner spoke, however, that she was truly pulled back to the present. I knowest that I am not the most entertaining....
Oh, my, was she that obvious?
"Nay good sir, please do not distress," she said with a smile, "Thou art a fine dancer, and I truly am enjoying our dance together. It has been a long while since I have had such occasion. I am sorry if I hath seemed distracted. I am ... I am Ari," she said, as Nefertith touched her senses with warning. "By what name goest thou?"
Very good, Mine, for surely the local holders may have heard the names of those who Impressed Gold at the most recent hatching!
Nefertith and she had discussed the dangers aforetime, and she was grateful that the young queen had remained in such close contact. A slip at the Gather surely might endanger any other riders who may be present, after all.
And still ... even as she smiled up at the man in gray, who swayed with her to the music, the vision in blue called to her.
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Post by Journye on Aug 10, 2009 17:31:10 GMT -5
Kyrian smiled as he moved with the lovely lady in blue, the music wonderful and played well. It had been a while since he had, had the chance to dance. Despite his apprenticeship as a carver, his parents had made sure that he had known how to dance.
As the woman gave him her name he smiled, bowing his head politely. "I am Kyrian," he said. He didn't think that he should give any other name then his own. He wasn't sure how many of the people at the weyr knew his name yet since he had been a candidate for such a short time and the hatching hadn't been that long ago. He mentally kicked himself for not thinking of a name all the same, but he didn't want to sound like a fool as he tried to make one up out of thin air.
Do not worry so mine, thy name is a good one and it is not a good thing to give a falsehood at any time,[/color] Herculith soothed his rider.
"I am glad that ye think that I am a fair enough dancer to dance with. Thy steps make it seem as if ye are floating across the floor Lady Ari," he said with a grin. "Mine parents will be pleased to know that I hath done them proud by learning my lessons well. I also understandth that tis easy to get distracted with all the interesting masques around," he said softly.
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Post by **Auria (etc)** on Aug 14, 2009 9:43:33 GMT -5
::Scene Opens::
Lilting music floats through the air, moving the dancers in time. The young girl, our heroine of the scene, Auria, hides behind her mask. Her heart pounds with the tune, as her feet float lightly over the dancing square, following the lead of the handsome gray-suited Kyrian. The harpers are playing a light reel, so the dancers spin at a moderate space. The rustle of skirt hems can be heard against the floor, accenting the tapping of heels and the percussion beat behind the music.
Auria: (Lashes brush against the inside of her mask as she looks shyly up at her dance partner.) You do dance divinely, Lord Kyrian! (Expression of doubt fleetingly crosses her face, for she believes she has heard the name before, though she cannot place it.
And yet, the beads of perspiration that form beneath mask are caused neither by the warmth of the Southern climate, the exertion of the dance, nor the proximity of the handsome Kyrian. Auria, or Ari as it were, can still feel the haunting gaze of the Man in Blue on her.
At each turn of the dance, her eyes shift, catching sight of the stranger, who is still speaking to the lovely woman in red.
Scene fogs, indicating mental imagery: The peasant girl in blue, and the noble woman in red, are wrestling on the ground at the feet of the Blue Stranger, tearing at one another's hair, both screaming "I saw him first!"
Auria gasps, returning to reality from her momentary reverie, and blushes, for her imagination has caused her to miss a beat, and she finds herself stumbling slightly: She has tripped over the toe of Kyrian's boot.
::Scene End::
[OOC: I hope it's still soap opera week. <G>]
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Post by Tealah on Oct 25, 2009 23:02:31 GMT -5
P'neil had gotten on the fairy anonymously, and he exited it the same way. It would be best if none of the weyrfolk knew who he was, on the off chance that they might slip and treat him differently than the holders, or worse, let his name slip. He'd even taken care not to wear brown, though many of the dragonriders were wearing the color of their dragons. Instead he was wearing simple, stark black offset by snowy white - trousers, boots, vest and gloves all of black relieved only by very simple silver embroidery, billow-sleeved linen shirt and mask snowy white. The mask covered his face from his upper lip to his hairline, two "fangs" arcing down on either side of his mouth to cover what was visible of his scar. Metallic silver whorls edged in black danced across the mask's surface. He couldn't very well disguise his height nor the breadth of his shoulders, though it could be simply assumed that he was a mastersmith, or even a wealthy journeyman to judge by his clothing.
He considered making his way to the food stalls, but the Weyrleader wasn't quite hungry enough for that. The craft stalls interested him as well, but not enough to pull him away from his destination quite yet. The dancing square.
The harpers' music could be heard over the din long before one got to the square, and prospective dancers thronged the area looking for partners. P'neil joined them, though not for the same reason. He was just... observing. Partly out of curiosity to see if he could spot weyrfolk and dragonriders among the crowd, and partly to make sure they stayed out of trouble. Despite Artoneth's chortling in the back of his mind, he wasn't hoping to be able to see a certain female rider in the group. No, no not at all.
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