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Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Laura Walker
 



"Mion, *please*!" Andronda set herself besides the other three riders,
at least momentarily.  She held her hands up to keep the guards from
advancing on T'barand for his attitude.  She understood that they were
just doing their jobs, but at the same time, inducing panic in what
were, by and large, most likely innocent people was uncalled for.

"These good gentlemen kept me safe from being trampled, Mion.  None of
us saw what happened, only heard the screams and the call to clear the
floor."

Then she turned to T'baran, Bl'by and V'rex.  "I apologize that my
presence has caused you good gentlemen trouble.  All I wanted was a
chance to dance as just another person, and not as a gold rider.  It's
rare that we have the chance to enjoy a gather just as *ourselves* and
not as someone to be approached with some future goal or favor in
mind.  My guards were on the sidelines to keep watch - as they were
asked - while I danced.  Keeping their eyes on me is their job; the
Weyrwoman has her own guards to watch her."

Why they hadn't seen an incoming attacker was a question for them, not
the ones here.


Bl'by licked dry lips and made the effort to find his voice. "Bl'by. Of blue Traynth. But he can't-- they won't question Traynth, will they?" That question was addressed to Andronda direct and had a note of panic in it, barely suppressed. "Traynth can't, he doesn't take questioning well."
 
--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Jerzy Tobin
 

Apparently the guards weren't able to just accept the fact that they had done them a favor, and were going to push all the wrong buttons. He knew that Bl'by wasn't going to take questioning well because of how forceful they had been with him and Traynth after the goldflight tragedy, and from the looks of it V'rex was turning into a nervous mess--he remembered the bluerider from Fort, so he wasn't surprised. Strangely, T'baran didn't feel panic. He fell into a position he'd fallen so many times before, at Fort, when his fellow blue or greenriders had accidentally run into a bronzerider or other ranker. He put himself between the guards and the blueriders, holding both hands up in a relaxed posture, "Calm down, sirs. We are all dragonriders, we would never harm another dragonrider," he began, looking from one to the other and then finally over to Andronda. "We were just trying to help. I'm T'baran. These are Bl'by and V'rex. Your boss can vouch for them, right?"

Now would be a good time for Andronda to prove she wasn't another crazy paranoid goldrider, T'baran thought to himself. Either way, he wasn't moving, he wouldn't let the guards touch the blueriders. "We didn't see anything," he added. "We heard someone scream, then we got the order to clear the dancefloor... and so we did, keeping Andronda safe." His eyes narrowed, "Where were the two of you? What are your names? What did *you* see? We can keep being suspicious of each other or accept that we both did our best in the chaos and go home."
"Mion, *please*!" Andronda set herself besides the other three riders,
at least momentarily. She held her hands up to keep the guards from
advancing on T'barand for his attitude. She understood that they were
just doing their jobs, but at the same time, inducing panic in what
were, by and large, most likely innocent people was uncalled for.

"These good gentlemen kept me safe from being trampled, Mion. None of
us saw what happened, only heard the screams and the call to clear the
floor."

Then she turned to T'baran, Bl'by and V'rex. "I apologize that my
presence has caused you good gentlemen trouble. All I wanted was a
chance to dance as just another person, and not as a gold rider. It's
rare that we have the chance to enjoy a gather just as *ourselves* and
not as someone to be approached with some future goal or favor in
mind. My guards were on the sidelines to keep watch - as they were
asked - while I danced. Keeping their eyes on me is their job; the
Weyrwoman has her own guards to watch her."

Why they hadn't seen an incoming attacker was a question for them, not
the ones here.



--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Rogue Kakashi
 

Apparently the guards weren't able to just accept the fact that they had done them a favor, and were going to push all the wrong buttons.  He knew that Bl'by wasn't going to take questioning well because of how forceful they had been with him and Traynth after the goldflight tragedy, and from the looks of it V'rex was turning into a nervous mess--he remembered the bluerider from Fort, so he wasn't surprised.  Strangely, T'baran didn't feel panic.  He fell into a position he'd fallen so many times before, at Fort, when his fellow blue or greenriders had accidentally run into a bronzerider or other ranker.  He put himself between the guards and the blueriders, holding both hands up in a relaxed posture, "Calm down, sirs.  We are all dragonriders, we would never harm another dragonrider," he began, looking from one to the other and then finally over to Andronda.  "We were just trying to help.  I'm T'baran.  These are Bl'by and V'rex.  Your boss can vouch for them, right?"

Now would be a good time for Andronda to prove she wasn't another crazy paranoid goldrider, T'baran thought to himself.  Either way, he wasn't moving, he wouldn't let the guards touch the blueriders.  "We didn't see anything," he added.  "We heard someone scream, then we got the order to clear the dancefloor... and so we did, keeping Andronda safe."  His eyes narrowed, "Where were the two of you?  What are your names?  What did *you* see?  We can keep being suspicious of each other or accept that we both did our best in the chaos and go home."


Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Steelsilver
 

V'rex stared at the strangers- both strong, both armed- before his gaze flicked to the woman and then back to the guards. No. No, no no no.... Not like this. Not this all over again. 

He hadn't done anything wrong. There was no need for this. "Leave me alone." he managed to speak out, however, voice shaking. At least only his hands were trembling along with him. He was too scared to be polite now. 


Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Laura Walker
 

Bl'by's mouth opened and shut again, but no sound came out. This was how it started, this was where it went wrong, this was the path you headed down which ended in another gold questioning Traynth and Traynth couldn't, wouldn't take that kind of questioning again.


On Wed, Jun 10, 2020 at 10:42 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> The greenrider knew that it was inevitable that guards appear at some point.  There had just been an alleged attempt on Kassia's life, so it was natural to protect the other goldriders present.  His attention was on Bl'by, who looked like he'd just seen a ghost.  "Come on, Blueboy," T'baran said, putting a hand on the bluerider's side, trying to shy him away from Andronda and her guards.  He glanced over to the goldrider and her guards, "You're welcome," he said, on Bl'by's behalf more than his own.  Turning back to the two blueriders he said, "Come, you both did a good job, you kept her safe, and now Traynth and Muikoth need us."
>
> Rolleth had been kind enough to provide the blue's name.  The green was perfectly calm--she didn't like golds anyways, thanks to all her lovely experiences with Harth at Ista.  One less wouldn't change *her* world, after all, and she did have Traynth back, which was one of the few things she did care about.
>
Andronda wished on her dragon's shell that she could have remained
just some anonymous lady that had gone dancing, especially with the
way Bl'by and T'baran were now looking at her.  Like she was something
to be afraid of.  It kind of hurt, actually, even if she couldn't
blame them.  Why would you want to stick around someone who might end
up getting you hurt, just because you might be in the way?  Someone
had gone after Kassia, what was to say she wasn't next?  Maybe not
now, not with her guards around, but all the same...

"Hold up," Mion said, reaching out to hold the trio from dispersing.
"I have some questions I need to ask you first.  Starting with your
names and ranks.  And whatever you might have seen tonight."


--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146





--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Jerzy Tobin
 

The greenrider knew that it was inevitable that guards appear at some point. There had just been an alleged attempt on Kassia's life, so it was natural to protect the other goldriders present. His attention was on Bl'by, who looked like he'd just seen a ghost. "Come on, Blueboy," T'baran said, putting a hand on the bluerider's side, trying to shy him away from Andronda and her guards. He glanced over to the goldrider and her guards, "You're welcome," he said, on Bl'by's behalf more than his own. Turning back to the two blueriders he said, "Come, you both did a good job, you kept her safe, and now Traynth and Muikoth need us."

Rolleth had been kind enough to provide the blue's name. The green was perfectly calm--she didn't like golds anyways, thanks to all her lovely experiences with Harth at Ista. One less wouldn't change *her* world, after all, and she did have Traynth back, which was one of the few things she did care about.
Andronda wished on her dragon's shell that she could have remained
just some anonymous lady that had gone dancing, especially with the
way Bl'by and T'baran were now looking at her. Like she was something
to be afraid of. It kind of hurt, actually, even if she couldn't
blame them. Why would you want to stick around someone who might end
up getting you hurt, just because you might be in the way? Someone
had gone after Kassia, what was to say she wasn't next? Maybe not
now, not with her guards around, but all the same...

"Hold up," Mion said, reaching out to hold the trio from dispersing.
"I have some questions I need to ask you first. Starting with your
names and ranks. And whatever you might have seen tonight."


--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Rogue Kakashi
 

The greenrider knew that it was inevitable that guards appear at some point.  There had just been an alleged attempt on Kassia's life, so it was natural to protect the other goldriders present.  His attention was on Bl'by, who looked like he'd just seen a ghost.  "Come on, Blueboy," T'baran said, putting a hand on the bluerider's side, trying to shy him away from Andronda and her guards.  He glanced over to the goldrider and her guards, "You're welcome," he said, on Bl'by's behalf more than his own.  Turning back to the two blueriders he said, "Come, you both did a good job, you kept her safe, and now Traynth and Muikoth need us."  

Rolleth had been kind enough to provide the blue's name.  The green was perfectly calm--she didn't like golds anyways, thanks to all her lovely experiences with Harth at Ista.  One less wouldn't change *her* world, after all, and she did have Traynth back, which was one of the few things she did care about.  


Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Steelsilver
 

"We need to get out of here now!" V'rex insisted, eyes wide and in the middle of a not so fun panic attack, the presence of the guards only heightening his stress, T'baran's words only partially registering. Just because no one was dead yet didn't mean there wouldn't be. They needed to get away. Needed to get safe. 

Muikoth's eyes whirled faster. ((I need to go get my rider. He's scared. He doesn't feel right.)) 


Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Laura Walker
 



Andronda had been alarmed when the one rider had recognized her;
someone had stabbed one Weyrwoman, who was to say there weren't riders
involved, and without her knots and everyone panicking, was he
*looking* for her specifically?  She couldn't manage to squeak out a
response, nor pull herself away from Bl'by's vice-like grip to slip
away.  Instead she was pulled along with the other two, towards the
edges of the crowd.  The mention that there was no keening of the
dragons did help calm some of Andronda's fear.  No keening meant
Kassia was alive, if not well.  But that didn't mean safe, by any
means.  Especially if gold riders were being targeted.

The more the crowd thinned out, the easier it was to scan the edges of
the dance square, and just as they spotted her, Andronda spotted her
guards as well.  A pair of large men, both tall and strongly built,
came striding over quickly to intercept the group of riders.

"Lady Andronda, are you hurt?" asked Mion.

"Sir, please unhand Gold rider Andronda," Tofin said, looking at Bl'by
sternly.  Not threateningly, because he didn't yet see a threat, but
there was an authoritative tone to his voice that would brook no
argument from anyone.

Bl'by hadn't been listening, hadn't really absorbed what T'baran had said before, was not in any way ready for a pair of guards to approach them. It was fortunate that his automatic action if approached by guards, well-trained by Fort, was to raise both hands into view releasing both Andronda and V'rex. He'd already been verging on panic, now he just stared at Andronda in utter shock because really he'd had nightmares that went this way.
 
--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Jerzy Tobin
 

It helped. It helped because T'baran sounded calm and had a clear idea what to do at a point where Bl'by was caught between getting away and pushing back through to find Cuylar. Just..get out, work out what was happening.. and then maybe run. He nodded and swallowed back on the panic, starting to push Andie and V'rex forward again until they were out of the worst of the crowd, keeping a sharp eye to make sure T'baran didn't somehow vanish on the way.
Andronda had been alarmed when the one rider had recognized her;
someone had stabbed one Weyrwoman, who was to say there weren't riders
involved, and without her knots and everyone panicking, was he
*looking* for her specifically? She couldn't manage to squeak out a
response, nor pull herself away from Bl'by's vice-like grip to slip
away. Instead she was pulled along with the other two, towards the
edges of the crowd. The mention that there was no keening of the
dragons did help calm some of Andronda's fear. No keening meant
Kassia was alive, if not well. But that didn't mean safe, by any
means. Especially if gold riders were being targeted.

The more the crowd thinned out, the easier it was to scan the edges of
the dance square, and just as they spotted her, Andronda spotted her
guards as well. A pair of large men, both tall and strongly built,
came striding over quickly to intercept the group of riders.

"Lady Andronda, are you hurt?" asked Mion.

"Sir, please unhand Gold rider Andronda," Tofin said, looking at Bl'by
sternly. Not threateningly, because he didn't yet see a threat, but
there was an authoritative tone to his voice that would brook no
argument from anyone.


--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: Who Am I? Where Am I? What Are You Even Saying? (R'vbor, Healer)

TrueTricia
 

OOC: THANK YOU!  I was running totally late!


Re: But you'd better not kill the groove Attn Ilanna, R'tal, Foreth, Kodah, ALL

Aaron
 

((Tried? Then she is thankfully unhurt,)) Truenoth said, relieved. ((Are you speaking to her? Is she coming to you? Shall I go get her for you?))

***

((Someone tried to hurt Mine!)) Foreth said to Truenoth, thrashing in the sand. ((I can't...I can't get there...))


Re: Gather: Callamere Whers Stall Atten: Marsali, Revai

sailyn2
 

"Ah," Revai relaxed. "What would you like to know?"


Re: But you'd better not kill the groove Attn Ilanna, R'tal, Foreth, Kodah, ALL

sailyn2
 

((Someone tried to hurt Mine!)) Foreth said to Truenoth, thrashing in the sand. ((I can't...I can't get there...))


Re: Wher There's A Will (I'des/Nuffink, Insera)

sailyn2
 

"We can work with your schedule as needed," Insera said. "I will see you tomorrow then."


Re: (Gather) Good Food, Good Friends (I'des, Kassia)

sailyn2
 

"They're beautiful, thank you" She smiled and she waited while he opened the pounch to find a chocolate bar and three tiny bars. "The big one is a regular kind of chocolate. The smaller pieces have a bit of passionberry in them, so use them when you want an extra boost with a lover."


Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Laura Walker
 

It helped. It helped because T'baran sounded calm and had a clear idea what to do at a point where Bl'by was caught between getting away and pushing back through to find Cuylar. Just..get out, work out what was happening.. and then maybe run. He nodded and swallowed back on the panic, starting to push Andie and V'rex forward again until they were out of the worst of the crowd, keeping a sharp eye to make sure T'baran didn't somehow vanish on the way.


On Wed, Jun 10, 2020 at 9:47 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
"What we need to do is calm down.  Listen.  Listen!  Do you hear that?"  He paused pointing at the sky. T'baran grabbed both Bl'by and V'rex, one hand on each shoulder.  "No keening.  No dead dragon.  No dead Weyrwoman.  Let's get off the dance floor and figure out what's happening."

T'baran was doing his best to be the voice of reason.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Rogue Kakashi
 

"What we need to do is calm down.  Listen.  Listen!  Do you hear that?"  He paused pointing at the sky. T'baran grabbed both Bl'by and V'rex, one hand on each shoulder.  "No keening.  No dead dragon.  No dead Weyrwoman.  Let's get off the dance floor and figure out what's happening."

T'baran was doing his best to be the voice of reason.


Re: Gather Dance: Garden Variety Homicide! ((Attn: T'quinn, Calyse))

Rosiegirl
 

With her smaller hand in his, T’quinn grasped her hand gently in his as he led her smoothly onto the dance floor. As he walked, he self-consciously ran his other hand through his hair trying to smooth it back a bit out of the way. With her introduction, T’quinn turned his head to glance at her with a friendly smile, thinking he’d seen a hint of a smile on her own lips. At her other words, he did finally see a smile light up her eyes even though it was very brief on her face. Dipping his head a little he replied with “Likewise, Candidate Calyse.”

 

Stopping in a space between some other couples, when T’quinn turned to Calyse and she stepped up close to him confidently he had a moment where his brain went ‘What the shells do you think you’re doing? Trying to join in and dance like everyone else? You’re going to screw this up too!’. But then he felt the ever present love coming from Aeliseth and he quickly pulled himself out of those negative thoughts.

 

As she laid her hand on his shoulder, keeping her hand in his, T’quinn shifted his grip on her hand to get their arms into a slightly better position as he’d learned at the Harper Hall and then put his other palm lightly resting on her waist. He didn’t pull her closer, keeping them at the distance she’d set, her plain, conservative clothes and her body language as she settled into a dancing pose hinting that this girl had a bit of a conservative Holder attitude still. He wondered how long she’d been at the Weyr, but her blunt not at all playful question T’quinn bit back the joking comment he might have made. Instead he considered his reply before saying honestly “I’ve never had any complaints before.” Totally not even catching the innuendo in his previous words, T’quinn continued with “But I assure you, your toes will be safe.”

 

Just then the harpers on stage began the first notes of the song, not too fast a song but also not such a slow one they’d just be swaying along to. T’quinn took a moment to get the rhythm of the beat before giving her a small nod of ‘Are you ready?’ and then beginning to lead the candidate in the steps with only the slightest of pressure on her waist to direct her. He was considerate and careful of his movements, keeping that conventional distance between them instead of having her plastered against his front like some of the other couples around them just as he kept his hand light on her waist without moving it anywhere unexpected. And while he’d been humble in his statements, not believing himself to be much good at dancing, he was actually a pretty good dancer. It seemed all his clumsiness and awkwardness faded away on the dance floor, as if it had been surpassed by the dancing lessons he’d had at the Harper Hall, so that even though *he* still thought he was not a good dancer, his body moved them both smoothly through the steps with a grace he didn’t recognize he had. 

 

As he led her through the steps, he curiously asked what he believed to be an easy topic “So Calyse, have you been at the Weyr long? And have you enjoyed this Gather so far?”



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On Tue, Jun 9, 2020 at 7:34 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Calyse place her smaller hand in his when offered, following obediently in his wake toward the dancefloor. His long fingers drew her eyes while thoughts turned inward. A shy man was not what she had expected, the stuttering reply rather disarming. Up close with that barely tamed haircut, there was a roguish quality to him that made his stumble seem all the more curious. Did he *not know* he cleaned up so nicely in that vest? Perhaps that was it, she reasoned. It made her wonder how he usually presented himself. 

He began introductions far more smoothly and the minor success made the edge of Calyse's lips twitch near a smile. "Calyse," she answered. "Just Calyse. Candidate," was added as an afterthought. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Weyrling T'quinn of brown Aeliseth." The smile finally appeared on her face, lighting up her blue eyes before vanishing again as quickly as it arrived. 

As they came to a halt in the open space among the other dancers, Calyse stepped near him with more confidence than she felt. The hand he held remained in his grasp while her other settled on his opposing shoulder in a fairly conventional pose. "Are you any good at this?" She asked bluntly without the pretense of playfulness. 


On Tue, Jun 9, 2020, 1:33 AM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

Looking out at the dancers while at the same time looking for Wycker, T’quinn didn’t notice he’d become someone’s focus until she was standing directly in front of him. Before she’d even greeted him, his startled brown eyes had focused on her. Her greeting earned her a dip of his head and smile, but as he lifted his head and her pretty blue eyes caught his gaze with an unusual intensity the greeting he’d have voiced didn’t make it past his lips. 

 

And then her very direct question, a request to dance from someone he’d never met before, caused his eyebrows to rise and his mouth to drop in surprise as he stuttered out sounding quite awkward “Um, me? Oh, um..sure. Of course.” Glancing around for a place to put his drink, still quite flabbergasted that *he’d* been asked, he put his mug of juice down with a slightly less than graceful ‘thunk’ before turning to the girl asking him to brave the dance floor with her. 

 

As he looked at her, this time he looked beyond those intense blue eyes to her, her so pale blond hair, the runner necklace, and the white blouse and deep red skirt that looked quite plain and conservative next to some of the more...daring outfits of the Weyr inhabitants. His eyes lingered on the runner necklace for a very brief moment, but it was long enough for his brown to catch and send him a pleased {{Ohh, I like her. Make sure not to step on her toes while dancing, Mine!}}. T’quinn sent back a feeling of exasperated love even as he held out his hand to her to lead her out onto the floor while he asked politely “I’m Weyrling T’quinn of brown Aeliseth. And who do I have the honor of dancing with this evening?” His earlier stutter and moment of surprise had cleared enough for this to sound just a bit less awkward.



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On Tue, Jun 9, 2020 at 1:51 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Calyse stood on the sidelines among others milling about while they sought dance partners. Lady's choice, they'd said, and this put her in the unfortunate position of having to approach someone. Pull yourself together, she thought silently while her eyes swept the room. It was her first southern Gather and the event had not disappointed, though she found herself feeling guilty for enjoying the festivities. She wasn't here for fun, she was here to keep up appearances. She didn't even like parties on this scale and her discomfort showed in her guarded posture with arms folded beneath her bosom, in the way she fidgeted from foot to foot. 

She hadn't come south with many pretty dresses as they tended to remind her of her mother, and so she had dressed fairly plainly. In place of garish candidate yellows, Calyse wore a loose white silk blouse tucked into the waistband of her flowing floor-length skirt made of fine linen itself dyed a deep, dark red. There were no real accessories beyond a tiny, golden runner pendant that dangled from her neck on a chain, a gift from her brother she was rarely without. Candidate knots hung on her shoulder almost like an afterthought.  Her light blonde hair had been twisted into a bun at the base of her skull, but stray strands were already beginning to escape. Each she noticed was tucked carefully back into place, but not even Calyse could fend off the frizz of southern humidity. 

She caught sight of a young man with cup in hand lingering on the edge of the dancefloor, watching like herself while he tapped to the beat. Her first assessment of him at a distance was favorable, well-dressed and handsome in a sort of boyish way. Taller than she was, too, by the look of it, which never hurt. Calyse made the decision then and there, moving abruptly with strides full of purpose. She cut along the outer edge of the dancers, approaching T'quinn without a moment of hesitation. 

When she came to stop directly in front of him, there could be no doubt as to her target. "Fair skies," she greeted him flatly, but not unkindly. Blue eyes sought to capture his with what might have been an uncomfortable intensity, but she was simply direct. "Would you honor me with a dance?"


On Sun, Jun 7, 2020, 7:42 PM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:
T'quinn's first Aolos Gather experience had been amazing! Despite the restrictions placed on him as a weyrling, he'd had a wonderful time. It had started with getting very lucky with a Arolos Cup bet, on a runner that had clearly been the undercanine of the group of contestant runners. He'd spent that first day considering what to spend the marks he'd won on and examining the stalls and talking with a few merchants here and there. He splurged a little and bought Wycker a gift, and himself a nicer shirt for the Gather Dance. But he had taken a little more time to consider the gift he was wanting to get for his totally amazing brown lifemate. He knew what he *wanted* to get for Aeliseth, but had to find someone who could do it if it wasn't already available for sale. Thankfully, it had been available and T'quinn had been able to surprise his brown with a series of a half-dozen elegantly-made glass runner figurines in different poses that were about the size of two palms together (about twice the size of normal figurines that could fit in the center of a palm), packed nice and securely in a slightly large padded box for transport. He'd managed to keep his brown from realizing he'd gotten a gift for him, planning to surprise Aeliseth with this when they got to move into their own weyrs. 

And now it was the last day, he'd worn his nice new shirt and vest combo that the tailor had suggested would look the best on him when he'd purchased it, the white shirt left gabing a little at his throat with the heat and the vest a very nice looking brocade in a series of different shades of blue and trimmed in brown. with his weyrling knots hanging from his shoulder. The tailor had spoken true though and so with the fit of his new vest he looked quite good...not that he'd noticed the many admiring looks tossed his way, of course. 

He was standing at the edge of the dance floor, watching the dancers as well as keeping an eye out for Wycker, and sipping at the last of a cup of juice. His foot was tapping to the music being played, but he held himself back from joining in, used to and more than happy to continue to just watch from the outside.

((OOC: This is set *before* the stabbing, of course.))


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Re: Gather Dance: Garden Variety Homicide! ((Attn: T'quinn, Calyse))

 

Calyse place her smaller hand in his when offered, following obediently in his wake toward the dancefloor. His long fingers drew her eyes while thoughts turned inward. A shy man was not what she had expected, the stuttering reply rather disarming. Up close with that barely tamed haircut, there was a roguish quality to him that made his stumble seem all the more curious. Did he *not know* he cleaned up so nicely in that vest? Perhaps that was it, she reasoned. It made her wonder how he usually presented himself. 

He began introductions far more smoothly and the minor success made the edge of Calyse's lips twitch near a smile. "Calyse," she answered. "Just Calyse. Candidate," was added as an afterthought. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Weyrling T'quinn of brown Aeliseth." The smile finally appeared on her face, lighting up her blue eyes before vanishing again as quickly as it arrived. 

As they came to a halt in the open space among the other dancers, Calyse stepped near him with more confidence than she felt. The hand he held remained in his grasp while her other settled on his opposing shoulder in a fairly conventional pose. "Are you any good at this?" She asked bluntly without the pretense of playfulness. 


On Tue, Jun 9, 2020, 1:33 AM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

Looking out at the dancers while at the same time looking for Wycker, T’quinn didn’t notice he’d become someone’s focus until she was standing directly in front of him. Before she’d even greeted him, his startled brown eyes had focused on her. Her greeting earned her a dip of his head and smile, but as he lifted his head and her pretty blue eyes caught his gaze with an unusual intensity the greeting he’d have voiced didn’t make it past his lips. 

 

And then her very direct question, a request to dance from someone he’d never met before, caused his eyebrows to rise and his mouth to drop in surprise as he stuttered out sounding quite awkward “Um, me? Oh, um..sure. Of course.” Glancing around for a place to put his drink, still quite flabbergasted that *he’d* been asked, he put his mug of juice down with a slightly less than graceful ‘thunk’ before turning to the girl asking him to brave the dance floor with her. 

 

As he looked at her, this time he looked beyond those intense blue eyes to her, her so pale blond hair, the runner necklace, and the white blouse and deep red skirt that looked quite plain and conservative next to some of the more...daring outfits of the Weyr inhabitants. His eyes lingered on the runner necklace for a very brief moment, but it was long enough for his brown to catch and send him a pleased {{Ohh, I like her. Make sure not to step on her toes while dancing, Mine!}}. T’quinn sent back a feeling of exasperated love even as he held out his hand to her to lead her out onto the floor while he asked politely “I’m Weyrling T’quinn of brown Aeliseth. And who do I have the honor of dancing with this evening?” His earlier stutter and moment of surprise had cleared enough for this to sound just a bit less awkward.



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On Tue, Jun 9, 2020 at 1:51 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Calyse stood on the sidelines among others milling about while they sought dance partners. Lady's choice, they'd said, and this put her in the unfortunate position of having to approach someone. Pull yourself together, she thought silently while her eyes swept the room. It was her first southern Gather and the event had not disappointed, though she found herself feeling guilty for enjoying the festivities. She wasn't here for fun, she was here to keep up appearances. She didn't even like parties on this scale and her discomfort showed in her guarded posture with arms folded beneath her bosom, in the way she fidgeted from foot to foot. 

She hadn't come south with many pretty dresses as they tended to remind her of her mother, and so she had dressed fairly plainly. In place of garish candidate yellows, Calyse wore a loose white silk blouse tucked into the waistband of her flowing floor-length skirt made of fine linen itself dyed a deep, dark red. There were no real accessories beyond a tiny, golden runner pendant that dangled from her neck on a chain, a gift from her brother she was rarely without. Candidate knots hung on her shoulder almost like an afterthought.  Her light blonde hair had been twisted into a bun at the base of her skull, but stray strands were already beginning to escape. Each she noticed was tucked carefully back into place, but not even Calyse could fend off the frizz of southern humidity. 

She caught sight of a young man with cup in hand lingering on the edge of the dancefloor, watching like herself while he tapped to the beat. Her first assessment of him at a distance was favorable, well-dressed and handsome in a sort of boyish way. Taller than she was, too, by the look of it, which never hurt. Calyse made the decision then and there, moving abruptly with strides full of purpose. She cut along the outer edge of the dancers, approaching T'quinn without a moment of hesitation. 

When she came to stop directly in front of him, there could be no doubt as to her target. "Fair skies," she greeted him flatly, but not unkindly. Blue eyes sought to capture his with what might have been an uncomfortable intensity, but she was simply direct. "Would you honor me with a dance?"


On Sun, Jun 7, 2020, 7:42 PM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:
T'quinn's first Aolos Gather experience had been amazing! Despite the restrictions placed on him as a weyrling, he'd had a wonderful time. It had started with getting very lucky with a Arolos Cup bet, on a runner that had clearly been the undercanine of the group of contestant runners. He'd spent that first day considering what to spend the marks he'd won on and examining the stalls and talking with a few merchants here and there. He splurged a little and bought Wycker a gift, and himself a nicer shirt for the Gather Dance. But he had taken a little more time to consider the gift he was wanting to get for his totally amazing brown lifemate. He knew what he *wanted* to get for Aeliseth, but had to find someone who could do it if it wasn't already available for sale. Thankfully, it had been available and T'quinn had been able to surprise his brown with a series of a half-dozen elegantly-made glass runner figurines in different poses that were about the size of two palms together (about twice the size of normal figurines that could fit in the center of a palm), packed nice and securely in a slightly large padded box for transport. He'd managed to keep his brown from realizing he'd gotten a gift for him, planning to surprise Aeliseth with this when they got to move into their own weyrs. 

And now it was the last day, he'd worn his nice new shirt and vest combo that the tailor had suggested would look the best on him when he'd purchased it, the white shirt left gabing a little at his throat with the heat and the vest a very nice looking brocade in a series of different shades of blue and trimmed in brown. with his weyrling knots hanging from his shoulder. The tailor had spoken true though and so with the fit of his new vest he looked quite good...not that he'd noticed the many admiring looks tossed his way, of course. 

He was standing at the edge of the dance floor, watching the dancers as well as keeping an eye out for Wycker, and sipping at the last of a cup of juice. His foot was tapping to the music being played, but he held himself back from joining in, used to and more than happy to continue to just watch from the outside.

((OOC: This is set *before* the stabbing, of course.))


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