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"Hey!" Zofer grinned as the bottle was stolen from his grasp. "I live on a ship pretty lady. A bunk for one sounds luxurious!" He propped himself in a rather relaxed lean on another tall crate and reached for a second bottle of wine. Bosun gave it the same treatment, claiming a new chew toy and dropping the previous cork to the ground. Zofer took a quick drink before anyone else could steal it from his grip.

The new girl received a raised eyelid and an appraising look. Zofer wasn't sure as yet what to make of her though, despite coming to a 'party' she seemed antisocial in the way she just parked herself against the wall. The woman who entered after her was a much more interesting sight... or at least her legs were. He gave a whistle through his front teeth, taking another swig as the dynamic of the room changed.

The blond joined tall and surly over by the wall and Wine Boy made strange noises as he greeted the new comers. Zofer settled with a feline grin and his relaxed pose, letting Bosun crawl down to the crate to chew on the wine-soaked cork. He'd see which way the winds blew before he set his sails.

"Don't worry I know how to handle my wine." Emora reassured Quindrife, but let the other girl take the bottle from her hands all the same. "I've eaten heavy and been out in the cold all day. Little alcohol helps get the feeling back in my limbs." She explained flashing the other woman a smile for her concern before eyeing the newcomer again with an arched brow.

"From the looks of things she likes the wrong kind of attention, but shards in front of her siblings really? I mean the youngest can't be over fifteen." Emora replied a deep frown of worry tugging at her lips in concern. Her sister and her had never exactly seen eye to eye, but Emora had looked out for her younger sibling and protected her anyway. She most certainly wasn't the type of girl to purposely bring those she looked after into a potentially dangerous situation even if the candidate party seemed lax enough.

Quindrife words though drew Emora out of her thoughts as she looked up at the taller woman and her frown deepened. "Personally I think you're much prettier then the likes of her and with the self respect not to go about flaunting it." She assured the other girl her tone ringing true. She knew that look in Quindrife's eyes and mind the thought that one wasn't good enough just because they didn't fit the predisposed ideal of beauty. Emora considered herself decent looking. She was no painted doll that was for sure, but she was nothing to sneeze at either. Taking Quindrife's hand she gave it a firm shake giving the other woman a understanding smile.

"I'm Emora. Glad to meet you. Sad to say I don't really lean that way, but personally I think your size and build makes you look exotic. Like some triumphant warrior woman ready to burst into a fight right when she's needed most. You're strong and lovely and from the callouses on your hands probably a good hard worker too." Emora continued eyeing Quindrife with eyes that seemed to see a bit more then others as she nodded her greeting and released the other woman's hand.

"Personally I think you're worth three of her and I've yet to find my measurements wrong yet." She whispered in a tone just loud enough for Quindrife alone to hear and patted the hand of hers that held the bottle. "Keep the wine. I have a feeling I should keep my head if only to help our new scantily clad friend."

“Emora,” Quindrife gave the name a test upon her lips in a hushed voice before repeating herself with a bit more confidence while shaking the blonde’s hand. “Emora that is a nice name. Short but nice, has that sort of ring to it like you can yell it across a field and it will echo well.” The comment felt a bit daft as it left her mouth but it was true enough, she genuinely enjoyed the name. Ripping her gaze completely away from Mari Quindrife turned in place against the wall and rested her shoulder against it as her new friend continued to speak.

For a moment the teen looked pale, her mouth was slightly agape and her eyes seemed to lack the proper understanding while her brow tightened and furrowed into a heavy crease. She wasn’t used to getting compliments; the sensation was foreign and made her stomach knot smartly but the expression that she wore a tick after it hit her that Emora was being serious was one of complete rapture. Toying with the bottle of fermented fruit the lanky figured youth grinning for a few moments longer before her throat tightened yet again, she hadn’t been hitting on Emora and yet the girl made it very clear that she was not interested in any sort of way, snorting a bit the brunette brought the canter to her lips and took a deep pull from the contents.

“Of course you don’t lean that way, that is wrong, disgusting really,” she back-peddled and floundered to find the right set of words to make her seem normal. “Erm,” looking down at her feet the massively built weyrbrat cleared her throat then fastened on a smile that wavered at the edges. “Hey look we have visitors,” cheerfully commented the girl as she raised her hand to greet the pair of boys. “Not at all, you are more than welcome to join us just don’t go being prats and Emora and myself won’t have to lob off your dangly bits.” She gave a bit of a gruff laugh then smirked towards them both, her lopsided roguish smile that brightened her somewhat somber neutral expression written in her eyes. “Just jesting--- mostly.”

So far, Fort hadn't been as exciting as she had thought it would be. Granted, yes...there were dragons everywhere and what not, but she was just a lowly candidate. Not much to do besides chores and lessons, and being bossed around by pretty much everyone. Wrinkling her nose, Aislyn double checked her surroundings. There had been some talking around the candidates that there was going to be a 'get together' that included drinking. And no get together, party, or celebration of any kind was complete without a Harper amongst the people. And she was...quite happy to participate in anything that sounded like fun.

A small smirk tugged at her lips as she heard voices and bam, there she was. She finally found the 'party'. Of course, it was only a handful of people and mostly boys. How disappointing. Shaking her head, she fully entered and studied her fellow candidates. Her eyes were mostly drawn to the girl with such...interesting clothes. Wasn't she cold? Although..she might be wearing that for a reason. Ahh, it was almost like old times. "What's this? Boys, girls, wine..but no music?" She grinned and shook her head slightly. "Surely the host thought of that too, no?"

Pushing back the hair that liked to get into her eyes, she went back to eying the other candidates. So it looked like besides her there was two other girls. Wait...nope, make that three. She had to double back on the tall, boyish girl, just to make sure. Well this would be fun.

A tight sneer tugged at the edge of Quindrife’s rather pouty mouth, the boys were all acting the fool, deplorable little bastards all thinking with their wrong heads. She didn’t know a single male in the room but with how the majority of them were leering and making catcalls towards the showy girl, crossing her arms over her chest the brunette snarled ever so slightly before tearing her stormy gray hues away from the belle of the ball once again. More than anything else she just wanted to protect the girl and yet she knew that Mari didn’t need shielding from someone like herself. Emora’s words had barely registered with the towering brute because of her preoccupation however once the words sunk in fully the powerfully built candidate girl relaxed noticeably; the blonde didn’t find her to be a freak perhaps she had made the right choice in coming to the party after all.

A cloak of red billowed in from across the room instantly making Quindrife spare a glance at the new arrival, it was slowly turning into a clam bake rather than a sausage fest and that fact made her stomach twist and knot rather uncomfortably.

“Hoy!” Deeply bellowed the brunette while snapping her fingers to draw the attention of the boy that was singing. “I hope you aren’t the entertainment cause you certainly aren’t a harper. I’ve heard flits pitch better than that.”