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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 19, 2007 10:07:40 GMT -5
Elske noted the way he looked at her when he sat beside her. She nearly melted. He oughtn't look at her that way. Good thing she had not blushed. Thus far she had avoided any visible signs that said she was in too deep. "And you, my charming Bluerider, look as handsome as ever." She nudged him gently, moving close to him. Elske liked physical contact and couldn't help it if he was driving her to madness in his naievete. Of course part of his charm was that he was the honorable type.
"I dance fairly well. In fact I've already rejected quite a few offers..." She grinned teasingly. "Of course I'll dance with you." Elske was always flirtatious at celebrations. It made her even more light and carefree and she enjoyed it to no end. Teasing him was fun too though she would be careful not to go too far on that note. He was far too sweet for her to push away like some of the more experienced partners she had had.
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Post by Memorie on Mar 23, 2007 19:40:54 GMT -5
Tujal saw I'slen enter the room and she waved at him to join her. When he did, she smiled and kissed his cheek. "Hello, Sweeting. How was it, meeting the new weyrlings?" She sipped more wine and waved at the new riders coming in. Some would fall asleep with their dragons, others would come to the celebration, and there was no rule as to who went where. And some candidates would go home, now being too old to Impress.
Lyrai entered with N'mos, and Tujal grimaced. Those two seemed constantly at odds lately. Well, perhaps Zharieth's next flight would see the Weyrleader booted out the door. Tujal hoped so. She leaned over to I'slen, who seemed weary. "Look at that. I wonder how much longer Lyrai will tolerate him."
She had just finished taking a bite out of a meatroll when Ruet entered, wearing a gorgeous red dress. Tujal smiled appreciatively, liking what the dress did for Ruet's complexion and hair. She was a lovely person, even if she and Tujal didn't always agree. "Beautiful dress, Ruet."
Tujal herself was wearing her favorite blue-colored dress. It hugged her almost non-existent curves and flattered her to the end. After all, a former Lord Holder's daughter and now weyrwoman couldn't be seen looking anything except her best. Around her neck was a silver necklace with a half-moon made to resemble Timor, the smaller of the two Pernese moons. Her long hair was swept up and held in place by a similar half-moon band, made out of the same metal as her necklace and held in place by many pins.
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Kabhi entered almost silently and walked calmly to her own wing's table. She took a seat and took a glass of the wine going around. It had been a beautiful, and, more significantly, healthy clutch, and she was glad for that. The Weyr needed something to bring it up out of its bad humor, and Ruet's clutch was exactly what the Healer ordered.
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Nemenath preened at Solarith’s compliment. Thank you, bronze brother, he replied, visibly pleased. His own opinion was the same, of course, and he knew that Sharieth wasn’t dissatisfied. It had been a beautiful clutch. He inched closer to his mate, much the same way K’leren did to Ruet.
The bronze rider was accepting compliments of his own and being grateful that the Lord Holder Rakken of Ponaa had excused himself, claiming “Hold Business.” He was even more delighted when that meant that they could send the self-importanced Lord on the back of a blue. A weyrling blue at that, though he and his rider were close to graduating. It didn’t matter, and K’leren was pleased at the subtle jibe. That man had ruined one too many hatchings now, and no one could pin him to it.
A frown began to form on the bronzer’s features, but he refused to let that information ruin this perfect evening. As if in defiance of that thought, he kissed Ruet’s cheek between greetings and smiled suavely.
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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 24, 2007 18:01:00 GMT -5
Ruet smiled as she had been for candlemarks it seemed. She was much too happy to do anything but smile. "Thank you, Tujal. Blue looks much better on you than it does me, I must say." She was amiable as she always tred to be. Tujal was very well off and knew exactly what gowns looked good on her. Which was something to be admired.
The Weyrlings had all found their seats and seeing that the Weyrlingmaster was sitting with Tujal, H'var figured the Weyrlings would be fine without him too. First he joined the reception line, which was longer than he thought it would be by this time, but it seemed Lady Ruet was late for once. After he was able to shake K'leren's hand he congratulated him on the clutch.
H'var knew Ruet fairly well, after all she had saved his mate's life and that of his daughter and so he took a special liking to her. "Lady, it is good to see you so happy. The clutch was well done. I'm sure we will have plenty of healthy new dragonriders. Sharieth has done well."
Ruet smiled at the Assistant Weyrlingmaster. "Sharieth does feel the same." As he walked away she added, "H'var, do tell little Hava hello for me. I'm sure she doesn't remember me but she was one of the most beautiful babes I've ever birthed so she has stuck in my memory." That and she remembered how awful that particular case had been. It made her worried for anyone who bore that had family history of bad births.
Looking up at K'leren a moment she grinned. He was enjoying this, though both were dissapointed that the Lord Holder had left. She despised the man and so was also pleased that he would not share in their reverie. At least he knew the bitter sting that the Hatching had been impressive without some of the eggs. Ruet knew it meant more than good future riders... it was a symbol of hope.
Dragonriders were a superstitious sort and many of them believed in signs. This might have been something that they would construe as a sign. She wondered when the line would end so that she and K'leren could eat a bit. She hadn't eaten most the day. That morning she had felt ill and then the Hatching occured. She could do with something good in her stomach.
H'var exited the line scanning people to see if there was a place open beside anyone he knew. After a few moments he spotted Kahbi. He enjoyed her company. H'var approached her without much thought to the idea that she might be waiting for someone. "Kahbi." He said loud enough for her to hear but so that several other riders turned and looked at him. Immediately he felt a bit odd but he continued, "Mind if I join you?"
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Post by Kahvi on Mar 27, 2007 14:59:39 GMT -5
With all the cheer and mirth, S'mael was a dark vacuum of gloom. The feast was delicious, but he strangely was not hungry. He twirled around his utensils, anything to try and stir up interest in the meal. But it was beyond S'mael's power to do that. The dancing, the music, the food. Nothing seemed to hold the interest of the aloof bronzerider. What is the matter, rider-mine? Fenrath asked. He knew there was something dark on S'mael's mind. And it was unlike S'mael to not share his thoughts.
S'mael kept quiet, deciding not to reply. Then, he got up suddenly from his seat at the beta wing table. "The food does not sit well with me tonight." was all he said. Making his way around the edge of the room, he left for the weyr bowl to clear his head.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Mar 29, 2007 9:00:04 GMT -5
The glare that N'mos gave F'dan at his comment would have probably made a lesser man go weak in the knees and scuttling for the nearest, deepest hole to hide in. Bronzeriders however, rode bronze for a reason and The Weyrleader knew as well as the other man, that he couldn't do a thing. So instead, N'mos grabbed the knife beside his plate and began to cut at the heardbeast steak with a vicious vengeance. Outside, Fierzath began to mantle over his mate, who was pointedly unimpressed and ignored him.
Lyrai took much the same position as her dragon and after a long enough pause to make F'dan worry, she inclined her head. They were going hunting, she and Zhariath and the whole of the Weyr would tremble at it. She hadn't some of the natural... attributes that other women had but she did have wiles aplenty and planned to use them to the utmost. The poor Bronzeriders would never know what hit them. It was thus that her impassive brown eyes looked up to meet F’dan’s. An observant individual would see the carefully covered challenge that lay unspoken there as the Weyrwoman gazed up at the Bronzerider.
“Yes I do owe you a dance, don’t I?” Her tone was as cool as her gaze, but inwardly she was all but squirming for the chance to get up and away from N’mos. Shard the man, she was going to have some fun tonight! A small smirk crossed her lips as she stood up fluidly and moved around the table. “I hope those dancing lessons paid off F’dan.” If he could keep up tonight… well she might just begin to consider him.
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Looping his arm protectively about Tujal’s waist, I’slen watched the crowd file in. One glance at N’mos and Lyrai and the bronzerider was suddenly very glad to be well mated. That was one tangle he wanted to be nowhere near, not that he really wanted to be in any tangle, well other than Tujal’s legs. At that thought, he turned his head to admire his mate appreciatively.
“The Weyrlings have all settled in well, hardly a problem though there were the usual bumps and bruises.” He leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “You look lovely tonight my dear, though perhaps that dress would look better on the floor.” A wicked grin crossed his face and the bronzerider leaned back, knowing he was in for it, but enjoying the thought far too much to let that bother him.
I’slen? Weseaneth’s voice intruded unexpectedly into the rider’s thoughts. Yes? She has Impressed. She? Tawereth found Ariselen.
I’slen’s stomach suddenly sank to his knees and he swallowed. Ari, but Ari was standing as Candidate at Fort… How could she… She moved to Ista. Queens get first choice. The bronzerider’s grip on his chair went suddenly white and he glanced at Tujal, hoping she was tuned into the bronze’s thoughts as she usually was. He took a deep breath and let it out again. The stolen Queen egg… Impressed to his sister… The shock barely registered it was so… so unbelievable. Wes? Sharieth should know. She knows. All Queens know there is a new Queen. But what they didn’t know… was that she had Impressed to his sister… Chalk another victory up to J’mier’s pride. That would be the second Goldrider in their family, he’d never hear the end of it now. When Prell had Impressed it had been bad enough, I’slen swallowed convulsively again. This was not going to end well…
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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 29, 2007 9:33:43 GMT -5
The Bronzerider ignored N'mos for the most part. He could feel his wrath already. If the man would have at least fought for Lyrai, even for a simple dance it would have made F'dan see him in a better light. Now though, he seemed almost pathetic. F'dan kept the thoughts to himself. His gaze met Lyrai's, meeting her challanging gaze with his own self assured one. He wondered if she knew how many people were watching. Half the Weyr was watching her, the other half were watching the couple of the night, Ruet and K'leren. He suspected she knew just how much attention she was getting.
These Weyrwomen were intriguing. "My Lady." He bowed graciously, then took her arm. He was good at dancing , though probably not as good as the flexible women of the Weyr. "You are about to find out." He answered, a slightly cocky smile on his face. Someone would probably want to smack that smile off of his face someday.
Lyrai wasn't as cool as she had been upon their first meeting. Tonight she was all fire. F'dan liked a challenge, as did many Bronzeriders but he also liked to be challenged by women. The dance floor was starting to fill up as they approached. This was going to be fun. The Harpers were well stocked with wine, he hoped because he wanted to hear a lot of music and he wanted to dance till he was too tired to do so anymore.
Roderith was sleeping on his ledge, as that was the only safe thing he could do. Listening in on F'dan would only anger him and besides he didn't want any part of F'dan's toying with the Weyrwoman's feelings. Especially knowing that she had a mate for a couple more months. The man was the worst sort of cad sometimes.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Mar 29, 2007 11:11:44 GMT -5
“Your lady?” Lyrai arched an eyebrow with imperious indignation, or as close to it as she could come without bursting out into laughter. She thoroughly planned to taunt the bronzerider at every turn. The game wouldn’t be anywhere near as amusing otherwise. And he did have such witty replies, far better than most in fact. N’mos was such a stick in the mud, he never caught on to anything.
The Weyrwoman remained outwardly impassive despite the inner storm. The whole Weyr would have their tongues wagging as it was because she accepted the first dance from F’dan and not N’mos. She found it hard to care though, N’mos was almost a bad a dancer on the floor as in the weyr.
Following F’dan out onto the floor her eyes danced evilly, she hoped they played something fast paced, there was a might of frustration to work out tonight. Though, Lyrai eyed F’dan’s tall frame appreciatively, there were other ways to work out such energy. Of course, that had another place and time. As the Harpers began to play, she let go of his arm and curtsied. Oh lovely, a nice fast reel. “Its time to put your money where your mouth is F’dan.”
The Weyrwoman straightened and smiled defiantly up at him. Oh she did hope he could keep up, having another disappointing male around just wouldn’t do. One was far more than enough to deal with on a regular basis. Fierzath continued to mantle and display on ledge and Zhariath continued to ignore him. The man with her rider was far more interesting to pay attention to. Or at least he seemed that way because Lyrai thought so, but that was rather beyond the dragon’s grasp of understanding.
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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 29, 2007 11:50:24 GMT -5
Someday. He thought to himself. Outwardly he was suave and charming, not letting on that she was making things difficult. "Are you not the Lady whom I serve?" His eyes belied his smiles with a passionate gleam. He could be just as fiery as she. He bowed in return to her curtsy. The Bronzerider took great pride in the skills he did possess. One of them being dancing. The fast pace did not offset him at all, as he took the lead easily.
His grace on the dance floor was to be expected. Not once even in this fast paced song did he miss a step. He led with a grace that surpassed most men. All in all his dancing was to be commended. More importantly he was having funa nd not really thinking about the dance. It was second nature to him now.
"Any doubts about my abilities now?" He asked, a smug smirk on his face. He was as cocky as they came and wasn't about to change. F'dan wondered if she did have doubts about him. He might not let his intentions be perfectly clear but he could guess she knew what they were. She was a Weyrwoman and they were intelligent.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Mar 29, 2007 16:40:40 GMT -5
Several dances later, Lyrai pulled F’dan off the floor, flushed and breathless. She had to hand it to the man; he hadn’t lied about his dancing abilities. The Weyrwoman laughed lightly and released him to push some loose strands of hair back behind her ears. Chest heaving, she took several deep breaths before saying anything.
“No bronzerider, I have no doubt about your dancing abilities now.” She grinned in open challenge now and laughed again. Then turned on her heels and grabbed a skin of wine and two glasses. Spinning back around, she arched one eyebrow at him. “Come on bronzerider, its getting a little hot in here.”
Well it was, and crowded too, and nobody was going to notice their exit right at the moment. The Harpers were all playing loudly and the floor was packed with bodies. Her weyr would be quiet, and the area deserted because everyone was at the Feast. If they went out the kitchen way, no one would ever notice. She shook the wine skin lightly at him.
“Lets get some air.” Out on the ledge, Zhariath decided she’d had quite enough of Fierzath’s posturing. The gold stood and stretched then leaped off his ledge and flew the short distance to her own. As she settled, the dragon caught her rider’s mood and hummed.
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Post by brimstone81 on Mar 29, 2007 16:40:59 GMT -5
G'del sat at his table yet, he clutching his goblet in his left hand now. He watched dancers come on to the floor, and he saw Lyrai start to dance with F'dan. He was mildly jealous, and wondered if he should ask her to dance. He was never good at that kind of thing, especially since he didn't know about what the other person thought of him. He'd let that F'dan have his dance, and maybe two, since G'del was going to have to build up some nerve. He watched them for a few moments and then turned to his own cup again. It would be disrespectable to stare.
G'del wondered about that young queen candidate, Rael, could he ask her to dance? Would that be seen as odd? Would it be appropriate for a wingleader to ask a candidate to dance? As he was wondering this, he had no idea she was about to approach him. ---- "T'ryus!" Shaylin said in a cutsie, spoiled girl voice, "Are you going to dance with me or what?" The greenrider was happy to have a male interest for a feast that she didn't want the opportunity to pass up. While he had some younger harpers playing for the moment, she knew that it wouldn't always be that way. He'd have to play eventually and she wanted her turn with him.
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Post by Memorie on Mar 31, 2007 20:34:08 GMT -5
Kabhi glanced up at the familiar voice. It was H'var. She smiled. "Hi H'var. Please, do join me. I'm glad you're here." She softly patted the chair next to herself. "There's delicious wine going around, I'll try to catch some for you while you get settled in." She looked around for a server. The third one she spotted was carrying a skin, and she stopped him. "What have you, sir?" she asked, always the respectful one.
"A fine Benden vintage, m'lady," the older man replied, inclining his head in the formal sign of respect. Kabhi overlooked it.
"And have you an extra glass with you?"
"Always, m'lady." He promptly pulled one from the goblet-carrier attached to his belt and poured a glass up. "Here you are, m'lady," he said, smiling.
"I thank you, kind sir," she said, and headed back to H'var. "Here, H'var. A 'fine Benden vintage,' as I understand." The red did look inviting in the glass, and she felt a tinge of fun jealously for his luck.
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At the bronze's words, Tujal turned sharply to I'slen. Her face was carefully guarded against showing surprise or any relating emotion. "Ariselen? That's your sister," she said, not as much telling him as thinking aloud. "That makes two, does it not?" She smiled almost imperceptively. She turned back, but kept talking to him. "That ought to make your father pleased as punch, I'd say." She reached for his hand, knowing exactly how anxious this would make him. "Do try not to worry about it too much, my darling." There was nothing for anyone to do. Tujal only hoped that Aris had half the sense her brother did; if so, she would be fine.
The new gold is healthy, Amenth reported. Bones and wings all in the right place. Tujal passed the message on.
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K'leren smiled at the last greeter and finally led Ruet to their seats at the table. Everyone had been quite pleased with the clutch, even in its depleted numbers. "Wine, please," he said to a passing drudge.
The new gold is hatched, bright, and shiny, Nemenath reported to both riders. K'leren knew Sharieth would be giving the same report to Ruet. Suddenly, he got a mental image. From one of the transfers from our own Weyr, K'leren, the bronze said.
The little gold was beautiful. K'leren smiled at Ruet. "You see what I see, my love?"
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The newly named Z'fan entered the Weyrhall sans dragonet. The little thing had eaten its fill and gone to sleep. Even now, the young man could feel the sleeping beast's mind in his own, and it made his heart throb to know such perfection and love. He quickly glanced around for Raelwyn. How he missed the lovely green-eyed candidate.
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R'dir sat alone, not at all wanting to be there. But Weyr Etiquette said he had to go congratulate the happy couple and at least watch one dance, so he showed, against his better judgement. That young girl, Panthea, had been chasing after him. Part of R'dir wanted to tell the girl to mind her own business and stay away from him...but another part wanted her to keep on trying. It was frustrating, to be sure.
He pulled a glass of wine from a tray going around and sipped it gently. He did not need to lose his senses tonight; he had the feeling that Panthea would be looking for him soon enough. After all, it was almost dance time.
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Post by hrsegrl on Mar 31, 2007 21:47:37 GMT -5
H'var was relieved that she was open to his self invite. He noted she was in good spirits tonight. "Oh, only a little wine for me tonight. Tomorrow is a busy day for a man in my position." He grinned. Yes, tomorrow was going to be horribly busy, all these new Weyrlings. I'slen and he were in for a long list of questions. More than that there would be organizing them and starting lessons. H'var turned off such thoughts. He was now sitting with a friend and it was not time for that type of thinking. A customary smirk on his face, H'var took the glass as offered. "Benden huh?" Wonder who smuggled that onto this Continent....
"Did you enjoy the Hatching?" He asked conversationally. H'var was a bit nervous tonight, for some reason he couldn't get his mind to calm down. A little dancing would help that. A glimmer of his old self appeared as he smiled wistfully at the thought of a good dance. He hadn't danced in a long time. Should he ask her? The thought weighed on his mind. Kahbi seemed so shy, he hoped she wouldn't reject him on the grounds that she didn't want to be in front of people.
Sipping his wine, he watched other people gathering on the dance floor. He had better ask before she recieved another offer. "Would you like to dance?"
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FINALLY! Ruet sighed. It had been a long day and she felt herself growing very weary. She needed to eat and get something in her system. Then she could be energized enough to get through the evening. As she took a bite of her roast wherry she heard Sharieth in her head and Nemenath. She really couldn't take hearing three people at once right now. It was hard to make out what any one of them was saying.
The image was the only thing she really comprehended. "Almost as beautiful as her mother." Ruet amended. As pretty as the darling dragonet was, her mother was Ruet's pride and joy. Rue, while trying to enjoy the ceremony as much as everyone else, was not feeling well. The adrenaline from the Hatching was gone and she was left with that ill feeling she had that morning.
You should have told him before. It wasn't the right time. Besides, I don't think this is normal.Sure Ruet was a healer but she was horrible at diagnosing herself. That was what other healers were needed for. Why did she have to feel unwell now? You ought to be in bed. Sharieth said, voice tinged with slight concern. I need to stay a little while longer. It would be wrong for me to leave thi early. You know that. The Queen was not satisfied with that answer and would not dignify her rider with another comment. Nor did the dragon tell anyone else.
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Post by FireThorne on Apr 3, 2007 21:42:09 GMT -5
Raelwyn saw the jealous look G’del directed at F’dan and Lyrai, and felt her confidence, and expression, slip a notch. She knew that she should have accepted that fact she was just a candidate, and she would never be one that could hold the interest of a Wingleader. However, the girl was not the type to back down, and she always seemed to be stubborn to a fault. The Fort-born held a dangerous emotion in her hands, though, and she would not deny herself a chance. The bronzer was concentrating on his glass now, and the girl tilted her head a bit to the side, a little concerned and even confused. He had seemed so pleasant when she met him the bowl and talked in the weyrhall, but he looked a dragonlength from that man now. Was it anger that it was F’dan and not he dancing with the Weyrwoman?
A sudden, unwelcome rush of jealousy and hot anger flooded the usually bright candidate, and the gold-hopeful flushed, directing a scolding emerald glare towards Lyrai. She could be a queenrider too one day, so why was it that men seemed to have eyes only for her? Ah, but she was the senior Weyrwoman, the girl realized, and therefore was the most desired woman in Ponaa. Forcing herself to calm, her temper back in rein, Rael sighed, closing her eyes briefly. She had always admired the goldrider before, and it was hardly the woman’s fault so many men seemed besotted with her. Because of her musings, however, Raelwyn was not exactly concentrating well, and tripped over a dropped glass on the floor, spectactularly losing her balance. “Oh!” She gasped, tripping forward without a way to catch herself....
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“Aw, thank you, Elske, but I ain’t all that.” H’seo replied, surprised when she moved closer to him. It was not an unwelcome surprise, however, and the lanky man grinned, deciding to take a small chance at the feast. He did not want to push their relationship too fast, but they had spent a healthy amount of time with each other, and he did not think she would mind a little move on his part. As she brought herself to his side, the bluerider held out his arm and looped it around her shoulders, finding that she fit rather well against him. Hoping he was not overstepping his bounds, he gave the greenrider a sheepish smile, keeping his grip loose in case she wished to move away. He would not force anything on her.
A grin was hard to replace this night. The hatching had been beautiful and the bluerider was surrounded by merriment and the woman he held most dear. H’seo had good food and wine to look forward to, not to mention the highly anticipated dance with Elske. It did not get much better. Arching a brow, the bluerider laughed at her reply, shaking his head. His grey eyes sought hers. “I’m mighty honored that you saved your dances for me, m’lady.” He drawled, winking at the rider merrily. “I would’a been an old man by the time my turn finally came around.”
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T’ryus smirked wickedly at the greenrider beside him, taking another sip of wine. He certainly enjoyed her company, considering she teased so well. Flirtations, particularly dangerous, wicked ones, were his forte. Offering the lady his hand with a flourish, his black eyes glinting with mischief and oh-so-not nice thoughts, he replied softly. “If you can handle it, love.”
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Post by brimstone81 on Apr 4, 2007 22:45:31 GMT -5
Shaylin wasn't really that into flirtations. She'd rather just get to the fun part after the chase. But she was trying to be a good sport for once. Why Faranth did she have to desire T'ryus so much? But she wanted him like a lioness wanted to tackle a wildebeast. Her eyes shone ravenously. She'd have T'ryus wrapped around her little finger soon enough. Not the other way around. Shaylin grinned at him, "I think I can, however, do you think you can keep up with me?"
And of course she insinuated in more ways than one. The greenrider batted her eyelashes at him in mock girlishness, and said sweetly, "Care to try me?" She grabbed his hand and pulled at him, grinning seductively. She winked at him, "Come, come, my darling, at least one dance with your precious."
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Post by FireThorne on Apr 4, 2007 23:26:44 GMT -5
T’ryus smirked as he caught the gleam in the lady’s eyes, rather aware that he was seducing her to madness. Although, the Weyrsinger was an adept one at the art of driving women wild; it was what he lived for. A quirked brow was the greenrider’s response, a wicked, wicked expression on his features. If there was one thing the harper knew, it was his....stamina was incredible. His clever tongue was enveloped in honey and fire as he replied. “Oh, my dear Shaylin, I think you would be quite surprised.” His voice held as much heat as a flame, and was enough to burn. The dark expression in his black eyes only added to the sultry words.
Taking her hand, the Weyrsinger suddenly pulled roughly, and he knew she could not resist his muscular strength. If the man was anything but a harper, he was built like a smith. T’ryus smiled as her body met with his, and the expression upon his features was torrid. “More than one, love, if I can have my wicked way with you.” With a wave of his hand, the musicians under his command began a low, come-hither melody, with a slightly fast beat. It would not do to try to romanticize this moment. It was fire, not silk, between them.
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