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 Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 5:40 pm
"You can sit out the next one." Keralder suggested. He had bitter feelings about Yev still, but figured they could be put aside for the weight that it would convey.
"If someone decides to stand with G'vian, they'll try and pull us off the grounds. Go with it. The rest of us can be a pain in the a** by ourselves."
He added in a low tone. Yev was in no state to do much.
The dance should make it slightly harder to pull them away... or that was the idea.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 5:44 pm
"Not at all," Vanavia said as she took the offered hand. It was more comfortable to follow a lead anyway so she was happy with it. It would be a question of how long that happy would last later. When the emotions of this whole event ran down and she had time to reflect on her actions.
Horteth tried his best to follow after his brown clutchmate, wobbling a little until he drew near the other young dragon. He trumpeted happily and soon joined in with his own dancing. Swaying and bobbing his body as much as he could while trying to move his feet as little as possible. It was a happy motion, even if his rhythm seemed a few beats out. Seemingly he had already shifted to the idea of thinking that this was great fun and they would have to stop now.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 5:52 pm
"It would probably be for the best." Yevalee replied and allowed Kidder to lead, slowly following his steps. He nodded, eyes half closed, just following the steps.
She asked, moving in a light grace despite the roundness of her form.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 5:56 pm
Marloth grumbled, the sword weight of her voice accompanied by a growl out loud that had faint tones of steel on a grind stone.
Were it not for the blue in her eyes, it might have looked like she had something far different in mind for Sleuth as she hop stepped her way into her own version of a three legged waltz.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 6:19 pm
Zarike
Peth stomped and kicked his feet, wings lifted high above his head and out of the way as he trumpeted. Sekmith's warning had been heard and immediately ignored in favor of the excitement. By now it was completely forgotten. This was far more fun than he'd imagined it could be! Peth's 'dance' movements were jerky, but almost rhythmic even if it didn't seem to match any rhythm the other dancers were moving too.
It was hard to focus on leading Vanavia when he wanted to keep an eye on T'gall and G'vian at the same time but he made the effort. This was Re'ka's idea and it was reckless, crazy -yes Peth: fun too, and Zarike's heart raced in his chest. He didn't have any other weapon on him. If it came down to a fight he'd have to rely on what hand to hand skills had been taught to him during candidacy and against skilled and accomplished swordsmen and women he knew he didn't stand much of a chance. G'vian was old, but he was deadly and if he had the leader of 3-1 behind him this wasn't just one old rider's beef with another.
Z'fer
What in the name of the twin moons was Re'ka thinking? Z'fer stared at the absurd scene she had instigated, unsure as to whether he should draw his sword or laugh. They were going to be a little bit harder to defend in this position as well. He stood by, waiting for this storm to explode.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 8:48 pm
Leoth tilted her head towards Sekmith with regard, respectful of the tone to his voice. However, she made no efforts to move, her posture tall and her wings still flared towards the Wingleader.
There was understanding in her voice, but also resolution. Her decision was final, and if she was leaving this spot it was going to be by force.
Alcine, for her part, was still taking in the fact that G'vian had actually challenged T'gall to a duel. Was there any sort of precedence for this in Pernese history? And for O'ail to have the Wingleader's support, that was an interesting turn as well...Alcine found herself so lost in thought that she merely scoffed at Re'ka's absurd proposal, setting the notion aside as purely fascetious.
However, when Kidder took the floor with Yevalee of all people, Alcine began to blink in genuine surprise. They didn't honestly believe that this latest stunt would change the present course of action, did they? Was she dreaming? She had to be dreaming, none of this was actually real.
<I am real,> Leoth retorted, swirling her head back around to the front to see what her rider's fuss was about. Seeing her siblings stomp around sent an orange swirl through the green's eyes, and she squawked in disapproval at the outlandish display.<What are they doing?>
They're trying to separate the fighters with their bodies, I believe, responded Alcine, her mindvoice filled with a groan. This isn't going to work, they're going to get themselves killed. Woefully, she looked to Bakarn and Seytev, who'd seemed to have a hold of the group moments before. "This is going too far and you know it. We have to set a better example."
As for what that example might be? Alcine was still thinking about it, give her a minute.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 11:37 am
Pippith, we have reached the same conclusions,> Balith sent privately to the blue. deal with this situation, we shall-> The brown stopped speaking abruptly at a sudden wave of emotion from his rider; first confusion, then the spark of an idea, and then satisfaction. It was a neat solution, very neat indeed.
T'gall unbuckled his sword belt and set it still-sheathed blade and all on the feast table, that brilliant smile returning to his face. "I'm sorry G'vian but I can't dance this one with you, there are other partners who need my attention!" With that he stepped into the small crowd of dancers and reached out to offer his hand to the nearest Weyrling. "Excuse me," he smiled, "would you do me the honour of dancing this one with me?"
Balith said to Z'fer, C'tis and Re'ka.
G’vian’s face registered confusion, then anger as the crowd of - regrettably untouchable - weyrlings flooded around him.
“Shard it, you cannot just dismiss me like this” he roared, attempting to shove his way through the sudden explosion of dancing children and dragons. He would not be treated like this by that jumped up childish brownrider -
[[OOC note: First come first served with grabbing T'gall to dance! Open to any Weyrling.]]
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 12:00 pm
C’tis and Malcarreth say we should stand our ground together, Blyth relayed along to the group. She leaned against Sleuth’s shoulder briefly, nuzzling her sister affectionately. There will be others - adult riders - protecting us, too.
Bakarn squeezed the hand holding his tight, the only outward betrayal of his inward nervousness. B’tes and Sekmith were attempting to intervene now. Blyth heard the older dragon’s warning, but Bakarn lagely disregarded it. The only reason this was working at all was because they were standing together – a cohesive united front. If they broke ranks now, then it all would have been for nothing…
G’vian must have been mad, to challenge T’gall to a duel in the midst of a feast. But it was obvious that Bakarn’s fellow weyrlings were even madder, because suddenly Kidder was dancing with Yevalee, and Zarike with Vanavia, and their dragons dancing too. If G’vian was going to make a mockery of their celebration, then they were going to make a mockery of G’vian.
Bakarn laughed aloud, a foolish grin splitting his face as he turned to Alcine. She was looking to him and Seytev to stop this... but it was far, far too late for that, and if she was looking for someone to stop what he’d started, then she was talking to the wrong boy entirely. “I’m sorry, Alcine – I’ve got a dance with the Weyrleader!”
T’gall unbuckled his sword-belt and held out his hand, and Bakarn took it without hesitation. “The honor would be all mine, sir. I'll let you lead?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 12:08 pm
They had been ignored.
They had been ignored.
G'vian had ignored them, T'gall had ignored them...the only person who was making any sounds at all was B'tes, and that was his dragon shouting into their heads something about consequences, and this time...no. This was personal now. G'vian had insulted him, his class, their dragons, had shouted things that were unflattering at the best of times, and when the Weyrlings had spoken up, he had ignored them. Ignored them. And the Nabol-born Weyrling had made an enemy then and there. He could feel that sense of deep resentment settle. They would have words, then.
We won't! Ankheth snapped petulantly into Sekmith's head, flaring his prodigiously large wings and huffing out a rough little bellow. We're going to do something that none of you have had the stones to do!
"Ankh, that's the weyrlingmaster," Seytev hissed, but he was still focused on the fact that they had been ignored.
Re'ka's suggestion struck in Seytev's head like a bell, and he gave the rider a brief look of surprise, enough that he wasn't the first to take the stage.
Kidder. Yevalee and Kidder. Seytev wouldn't have believed it even hours before, but here they were, hand-in-hand, moving to separate T'gall and G'vian from one another by dancing together. Seytev watched, expression momentarily one of plum shock, but it turned from surprise to contentment a moment later, pulling a small smile from the Weyrling's face. Then Zarike took Vanavia's hand, and the tiny smile turned to a bright grin. Even Vanavia, who had been among the few who chided them and went back to bed the night they had gone to check on Hiraeth. "Good! Make them listen!" he called roughly, though for the moment he stayed in place.
And then Alcine was turning to him, pleading, and while he looked at her for a moment with an expression of understanding, he then ducked his head, giving the newly-minted greenrider a wry, twisted little smile. "Sorry, Miss," he said, touching Ankheth's head lightly and sending the dragon following his clutchsiblings toward G'vian and T'gall, "but what's right is what's right, and we'll just have to let B'tes shout us down later." It wouldn't be pretty, but...honestly, if this was what needed to happen, it was what needed to happen.
Bakarn was dancing with T'gall, now. It was just Seytev and the greenrider left. "Alcine," he said, looking up at her with the tiniest of smiles and extending a hand. "C'mon. Dance with me."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 12:12 pm
“Did that just…?” M’ere blinked, head leaning to one side, before she straightened herself out again. The young rider’s eyebrows had shot right up to the top of her forehead, as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing… but hey, she liked those kids, and it spoke well of Venk that they were already working in concert.
The skinny rider glanced around, assessing the crowd’s mood, then slipped off to get at the cake whilst no-one was paying attention. Eh, it’d all be fine, and there were some big blokes over there, and she was in a dress which she really didn’t want to mess up because it had been sharding expensive. Let one of those big blokes play hero, right?
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Rensoua reached for Kyoth, the dragon wrapping a mental wing around her. Those kids were - well, they were sharding stupid, that’s what they were, and the older Weyrling wasn’t going to get any closer for fear of making everything worse. Admittedly that hadn’t happened, but…
She would really like a drink, because this was about a second away from getting worse all over again, but she couldn’t look away… and she wasn’t allowed a drink anyway. Where was Bereck? She was sure she'd seen him a moment ago...
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 12:46 pm
Well that wasn't what he'd expected.
As the Weyrlings started to dance and were joined by the Weyrleader Bereck came to a halt, a small frown knitting his his brows. The scene before him was utterly absurd and yet it was a rather good idea, G'vian might be trying to shove his way forward but he would have to be completely mad to draw his sword now.
Categorizing the crisis as 'averted' the healer relaxed slightly and looked around to gauge the reaction of the rest of the crowd. In doing so he spotted Rensoua, head above the crowd as always, and started to make his way over to her. With Aorta still tailing Amarid gave Vena a nudge to go off as the advance guard as it were; the green flitt lofted lightly off his shoulders and glided towards the familiar large human looking for somewhere on her to land or, failing that, a safe spot down by her feet.
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"Re'ka, you're shaffing mad," C'tis said flatly as a pair of prancing weyrlings pranced past him.
"It worked didn't it?" the brown rider grinned, neglecting to mention that she'd half expected one of the kids to get sliced up... and that was still a possibility. "That's our cue humm?" she added, arching an eyebrow to C'tis and Z'fer as Balith spoke into her mind again.
"Sounds like it," C'tis agreed, smiling his Happy Smile again and cracking his knuckles. "Let's go encourage G'vian to retire gracefully for the night shall we?" With that said he started towards the incensed bronze rider, wondering privately if all of this was going to lead to a literal and non-optional retirement for G'vian.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 2:51 pm
Keralder
Keralder had no interest in a drink, if only because he already felt as though he were a little drunk. It was heady and exhilarating, the number of eyes on them, and to have T'gall join one of them on the dance floor. The pure victory of it bubbled through him like the bubbles in a glass of champagne. Bubbled through both of them, him and Marloth.
They stood together, they seized the stage boldly and took back their feast from people who thought they were too unimportant to listen to. They made themselves heard without speaking a word and he loved it.
He was not accustomed to conveying his message quietly, but he could feel this one ringing out around them like the note of a bell and not the clangor of a beaten pot. It was additively beautiful, and he wanted drink it in forever. He hardly even cared that Bakarn shouted out as though he were delivering orders.
Let Bakarn strut like the lord of a flock of Wherrys, let Yevalee smirk and preen like he was the first one on Pern to plant his thumb and blur the soft charcoal edges of what 'man' and 'woman' looked like.
He just didn't give a damn because right now it felt as though he'd touched on a thin vein of something malleable and good in a sea of corruption and he could reach it again and work with it. Even the Golden Children. Even the cockerels and demurring doe eyed souls.
He could picture himself and Marloth using their own purity to temper the corruption in others and setting them free as honed blades. Not flawless perhaps but sharp enough to change things and think it was all their own ideas.
He crooned. It hadn't been their idea really, but he felt she had no small part in his own moment of glory.
They definitely wouldn't forget them if G'vian lost his temper the rest of the way.
"Good job, Golden Boy." Kidder chuckled. "Let's get you sitting out, and I'll find a new Dance Partner." He noted to Yevalee. Someone else had just asked Alcine, and he would wait to find out her reaction before taking action there, but surely there was someone else he could take a spin with. They needed to keep moving until G'vian retreated or... acted.
Maybe he should... well... it was risky but it would be a stitch if someone grabbed G'vian's hands for a dance.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 4:30 pm
Keralder was a surprisingly graceful dancer, even when dancing with someone he hated and injured. Though, if he was right, they did share a lover for attention, though Keralder sought out a much more physical effect. G’vian losing his temper in such a way was delicious, like a cool sip of fresh river water and the smoothness of shell under finger. “Thank you,” Yevalee responded, ignoring the nickname and reached out to Sleuth. Sleuth murmured, sending it to both, matching her sisters three legged waltz with a bit more grace. Yevalee slowly moved back, and headed towards Venk, Biran, Shylla, and Natalya. He was going to sit down and perhaps have a pleasant talk with them.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:34 pm
Natalya
There was really only one thing left to do, and that was to thank Faranth for small blessings: Kebarra was not even remotely the dumbest ‘ling in the Weyr anymore. Anything that her wayward bronzewherling managed to accomplish, at this point, was going to look like small potatoes next to the… impromptu dance-protest…? That the new weyrling class was putting on for T’gall and G’vian’s benefit.
So. Ko’ren could be assumed to be an instigator, but perhaps one who got cold feet at the thought of such a public duel. O’ail hadn’t spoken up yet, but if G’vian was naming her second, then presumably he had her, too – that one was a surprise. Natalya would lay marks that El’zor was neutral in this; Third-Two was far too canny to run the risk of backing one side or another before a clear winner emerged. Four and Five wouldn’t matter so much to a man like G’vian – ultimately, whoever came out on top, they would follow.
As for T’gall… He’d bought himself time. And while his newfound allies might not have any political clout, they had plenty of moral standing: in the court of public opinion, no one would be able to fault him for defending his own dragon’s get. It was a clever play. But this wasn’t going to go away.
Natalya didn’t have a wher in this fight. (Metaphorically or literally. Yet. And she was hoping to keep it that way, despite the bloodthirsty rumbles in the back of her head.) But instability and public infighting were bad for business all around. Venk in particular was looking like he was on the verge of breaking down entirely. As they made their way towards an unoccupied table, Natalya deftly snagged a glass of wine from one of the passing drudges and pressed it gently into the Weyrmaster’s hands. And it appeared that another was coming to join their little soiree – Natalya acknowledged Yevalee with a wry smile and gestured to an open chair. “That was quite a dance you and your friends put on – I don’t think G’vian has quite worked out what he’s going to do next, yet.”
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C’ross
Oh, now this was a hot thundering mess of –
We have a problem, Nimith cut in curtly.
Yeah, I know, and our problem is that the current weyrling clutch are all suicidal morons –
No, C’ross. We have a problem. The little one was right – best case scenario, this ends in a vote of no confidence. Worst case scenario, it ends in a full-on investigation. The blue was keeping his distance for the moment; there were already too many dragons in the vicinity, roaring and posturing and generally taking up space. Nimith remained on his ledge for the moment, but through the bond C’ross could feel the tension in his legs and wings, the anticipation of sudden action.
This wasn’t something that C’ross had expected of G’vian – and frankly, it didn’t reflect well on the man. He was traditionalist, colorist, a hard man and a stern one, but… Everyone knew that Hiraeth’s health had been failing for turns. It was foolish superstition, merely scapegoating a convenient target, to blame the most recent round of misfortunes on T’gall’s brown. More importantly, his reckless behavior was threatening to put children at risk, as well as making the entire weyr look like a Harper’s drama in front of a representative of the Hold. Not that C'ross had any love for T'gall, the preening prancing b*****d, but between the two of them, he'd settle on the one that wasn't currently holding a weapon.
Well, there were a few people present at the feast whom C’ross felt he could count on to continue to be reasonable. Unfortunately, one of them was currently tied up between Venk and a wherhandler, and the other was… Where was he, anyway?
The tall bluerider wove through the crowd, looking for any sign of S’ol. Not that it would be easy to spot him through the throng of people…
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:55 pm
Alcine
Alcine was in shock, and she wasn't sure who surprised her more. On one hand, she knew Bakarn and generally trusted Bakarn, and while he had the potential to be reckless, she'd never known him to be outright foolish. On the other hand...Weyrleader. Dancing with Bakarn. After being challenged to a duel. By Wingleader G'vian.
It was a lot to take in, needless to say.
The girl watched events unfold, her nervous eyes scanning for danger. At any moment, someone could draw weapons, and then all of them would be distracted, tangled up together, and largely defenseless against the impending assault. Feeding off of her anxiety, Leoth warily paced beside her, like a tiny predator in an invisible cage. However, as time went on, the green began to notice a distinct lack of stabbings, and with an assertive huff she sat on her haunches, folding in her wings. By Faranth's egg, this plan was silly, but it was working, and Leoth could take no issue with that.
When Seytev asked her for a dance, Alcine's first response was to give him the same wide-eyed pleading look. This was all too overwhelming, there were dragons threatening eachother in her head and weyrleaders were dancing with weyrlings and she'd never wanted this sort of ruckus for her or Leoth, not when there was so much already against them--
Leoth warbled warmly, pressing her nose against Alcine's side. With that, Leoth's head began to swivel slowly, scanning the room for would-be ruffians, and Alcine's expression began to soften, slowly becoming a smile all her own as she placed her hand in his.
"You'll have to lead, I think."
Shylla
Were they...dancing?
From a professional standpoint, Shylla supposed she ought to be horrified or concerned about the safety of the weyrlings. However, given the look on G'vian's face, and the way the situation seemed to be diffusing, it was hard for the goldrider to suppress her grin. She kept close to Venk for comfort's sake, but her thoughts were out with the weyrlings, one foot tapping along to the unheard waltz.
"I told you that you taught them well," she murmured to Venk in confidence, leaning in with a smile on her face. "A little bold, maybe, but they're not ready to stand down yet." There was a reassuring squeeze on the weyrmaster's arm, and then she slid away, allowing the man some space with his wine.
She straightened her posture and nodded towards Biran in acknowledgement, her expression more relaxed now that everyone was out of harm's way. "Do you dance often at the Hold? Other than Gathers, it seems all too rare that we have these sorts of festivities here."
And then came the injured weyrling, one of the little greenriders, and Shylla found she could no longer suppress her approval for the delicious justice of it all. She offered the boy a few soft claps as he approached, her smile growing into a single hearty laugh.
"What a sight, what a sight! I hope you saw the look on G'vian's face with all that graceful twirling, it was too good to miss."
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