Logs:Fort Weyr Hosts A Lively Dance

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Fort Weyr Hosts A Lively Dance
"This is worse than being out at sea in a storm."
RL Date: 22 June, 2007
Who: Llany, T'rien, Zi'ya, V'ryce, Acadia, Nolee, Zahava, Ryll, Kayara, C'nroy, Draila, Asilli, Raykini, Kazara, Derindrel, Caitlyn, M'yr
Involves: Fort Weyr
Type: Log
What: Firefall Wing oversees a weyr dance at the prompting of M'yr who feels that the recent renegade Threadfalls have distressed the weyr so much, they are all in need of a little happiness and frivolity.
Where: Living Cavern, Fort Weyr
When: Day 5, Month 6, Turn 12 (Interval 10)

Llany comes up the steps from the Inner Caverns.

T'rien comes striding in, sliding the strap of his belt through the buckle as he does. He's dressed...well, he's dressed in clothing that not many have /ever/ thought to see him inhabiting. That is to say, he's /well-dressed/. The clothing does, indeed, seem to be quite newly minted and fits him like the proverbial glove. He makes his way between the tables and starts directing the cavern staff to make room in the center. "We need more room for the dancing," he instructs, gesturing.

Llany also walks into the living cavern carrying a large bundle under each arm, by their general shapes and her harper's knots it would be safe to assume their instruments. "And a place for the stage." she adds on top of T'rien's directions. "Journeywoman Llany, I'm you're new Weyrharper. Pleased to meet you." she says with a smile.

T'rien whirls about, startled somewhat by the voice behind him. He smiles, reaching up to push his hair out of his eyes. "Well met, Journeywoman. I'm T'rien, Cavoth's rider." He makes a face. "Danielle is making me help her with this dance, since I so heartlessly abandoned her for another week last sevenday." He rolls his eyes. "I told her I was probably the worst dancer in the weyr but she threatened me with a fat lip and I figured a couple of sprained ankles would be less painful."

Llany chuckles, "She sounds like an intresting woman, your weyrmate?" she asks as she places the instruments down on a table and unwraps them to reveal a finely crafted lute and lap harp.

T'rien blinks and a flush comes to his cheeks. "Not my weyrmate. My former Wingleader."

Llany nods, "Ah I see, so you're a new wingleader then?"

T'rien nods, directing another drudge to move one of the smaller tables into a corner. "Skysentry," he says with pride. "I /was/ Danielle's wingsecond and we were planning this dance when M'yr decided I needed a bigger knot." He shakes his head a bit and reaches down to tug at the top of one of his boots. "How long have you been here? I must've missed your arrival during all the fuss with my promotion."

Llany smiles, "My sister was Belior's wingleader back home, so I know what kind of job that's like." she giggles as she directs a few others to help position the dias. "Oh I've been here for about three candlemarks now. I haven't even had time to change." she says modeling her Istan garb. "Guess I'm lucky it's summer huh?

Both of T'rien's eyebrows rise. "Three /candlemarks/?? Shards, you're really coming into this on the edge of your skirt, so to speak." He grins as he looks over that skirt and nods. "Very lucky. You'll definitely want something warmer when fall comes. I'm originally from Igen - I nearly froze to death my first winter here."

Llany smiles, "Oh I'm no novice to performing and my sister gave me a ride. I'm not even unpacked yet. But the quarters off of the classroom have a bed made up so I'll be good."

T'rien nods to himself as cooks, drudges and various kitchen-type start trucking in food for the buffet. "That's good. It'll be nice to have a harper around." He smiles slightly. "Maybe you can help me work on my flute playing. I'm a little rusty."

Llany smiles, "I'd love to, once I'm all settled in and I've got classes set up. I offer a wide range of lessons from the standard children's classes to adult lessons in a wide variety of topics."

T'rien sneaks a bit of pastry off the table before nodding once again and trying to eat without getting crumbs on his new duds. "I'll try not to hurt your ears too much," he promises.

Llany chuckles, "I'll have you sounding like a songbird inside of a couple of months."

T'rien grins, finishing off his filched prize and brushing his hands together. "I think it's time to get this party started," he declares, looking around. "Be careful, everyone - I'm likely to start dancing myself if the beat is catchy."

Acadia comes in from the bowl, hair teased by the wind and pink flowers in her cheeks. She spins once to straighten out her petticoats and gives the room a cheerful wave hello.

Llany smiles and picks up her lute and slings the strap over her shoulder, "Do I have any requests?" She asks the room in general.

Zi'ya enters the living cavern, arm-in-arm with his mischievious best friend, V'ryce. The two bronze almost not weyrlings seem to be in fine spirits as they enter the cavern. "Say Val, do you know if Za is planning on coming? She kept avoiding the question when I asked her earlier." Zi'ya says to Val. He grins as he enters the room, though it flickers ever so slightly at the sight of T'rien. A smile is plastered back on his face, nothing is going to spoil the fun tonight. He even gives Acadia an apreciative look as the pair wander in.

Acadia raises her hand and waves it around. "Yeah! Can you play some fast dance music please, Llany? I'm in the mood to kick up my heels tonight!"

T'rien leans back against a wall near the kitchen to continue his supervisory duties for the time being - and trying to keep his two left feet out of harms way for the moment.

An only slightly dramatic swirl of cloak and that typical smile herald V'ryce's entrance, the young man of course arm-in-arm with Zi'ya. Green eyes look around at the decorations for the imminent dance, and Val's head nods in appreciative delight. "Mm, nice to celebrate something, for once," he murmurs to the towering man next to him. "She'd better! She was teasing me with a package the other evening. Was her dress, she said."

Zahava isn't more than a few minutes later than the appointed starting time. She steps into the cavern on her own, lifting her hand to brush back a curl of hair as she steps out of the way and pauses to survey the room.

Llany smiles, "How about something from back home then?" She starts to play a merry little seafarers tune with an uniquely Istan flavor.

T'rien speaks to one of the cooks briefly, his eyes scanning the cavern absently. As Zahava arrives, his conversation abruptly stops and his eyes widen. The cook pokes him in the ribs to get his attention once more.

Ryll is a professional wallflower to begin with...and, anyway, she's chores to do. She focuses on those, and on trying not to trip, spill anything, or break anything--it would be just her luck to do so with half of the Weyr for an audience. She doesn't need her ears to clear dishes, though, and she smiles a bit as she listens.

Zi'ya raises an eyebrow at Val, but no sooner does he mention the package with the dress does Zahava enter. "Wow..." he says, his eyes drawn right to his clutchmate. He gives her a wave in their direction. "You want a drink Val?" he asks, then smirks. "Let me rephrase that... you want me to /get/ you a drink?" he winks at V'ryce though his eyes stay on Zahava. He leans in and whispers something, still smirking.

Acadia gets herself a drink while waiting for the music to start, and smiles at Llany's choice of tunes. She works around the room with little dance steps, greeting various Fortians until she gets to the lady with the Istan knot. "Hello, and welcome to Fort Weyr! I'm Acadia, Inneth's rider. Can I offer you something to eat or drink?"

Nolee bustles in, her skirt (yes, a skirt!) still halfway scrunched up behind her from the recent ride over to Fort. A few snickers draw her attention to its state, and she tugs at the skirt back and tries to compose herself, hovering near the entry until the strains of a familiar harper's tunes reach her ears. Then the toes start tapping lightly, keeping time as she surveys the gathering.

Zahava turns before Nolee even steps in the door, her face expectant. As soon as the Istan Junior Weyrwoman does make her appearance, she steps forward with a polite smile, waiting while the other woman adjusts her skirt. "Nolee, so good of you to come," she greets a moment later, missing her clutchmate's glances.

V'ryce notices Zahava's entrance in his observations of the room, his eyes frankly appraising the woman in her green gown. His opinion surfaces in sparkling eyes that indicate delight mixed with other things, and a warm appreciative smile. A soft, velvety roll of laughter greets his friend, and Val nods once, smiling over at Zil. "If you'd please, my friend. Mhm, indeed she does." The chuckling draws his attention, and Val notices the arriving Nolee, giving her a bright wave. "Hello, weyrwoman!" he calls out to the Istan.

T'rien pushes himself away from the wall as the crowd starts to thicken on the dance floor and retrieves himself a glass of wine. He picks up another glass and heads over toward Zahava and the Istan Weyrwoman, to whom he offers a polite little bow. "Welcome to Fort, Weyrwoman," he greets her before turning to Zahava and offering her the other glass. "Nice dress," he says to Fort's weyrwoman, grinning slightly.

Llany smiles at the synchronisity of starting an Istan tune when an Istan friend walks in through the door. She walks slowly over to the goldrider, her fingers danceing across the multiple strings of her instrument, it's reeling tune echoing out through the cavern. "Goodness me, it's like I never left since I last saw you at breakfast Nolee."

"Jays," Nolee begins, a common sentiment, "It's like old friends." Her head nods to V'ryce, vague familiarity registering, then to Acadia, to whom she offers polite greeting. "I'd love some juice, please and thank you." Next is Zahava, though Nolee too checks the woman out, brows quirking in appreciation of the finery compared to her more simple dress garments. "Well met, er, uh, Ciath's. Lookit all the boys watching you! Ooh, who'se your tailor?"

Kayara enters the living cavern at an even pace, looking around in surprise at the sound of music, not to mention the gathering of people. For a moment she peers around wondering if she's stumbled into another firelizard hatching, but the music doesn't fit in with that. Her eyes glaze for a moment as Zimarath fills her in on the details and she smiles, good thing she's wearing something different today other than her usual flying leathers. As she glances around the cavern and notes several familiar faces, nodding a polite greeting to each in turn as she passes.

Zi'ya tenses slightly as T'rien gets a drink for Zahava, his eyes on her as the other rider walks in her direction. He waits until T'rien is past the drinks before filling glasses for himself and V'ryce. He brings them back, grin popped back on his face, hopefully before Zahava spots the slight scowl. He hands the drink to V'ryce, taring his eyes away from Zahava and T'rien. He smiles at Val, offering a friendly kiss to his forhead as he offers the drink. "A dance sometime soon?" he asks his friend.

Zahava glances over her shoulder, finding T'rien there, and giving the Skysentry Wingleader a smile in greeting. "Thank you," she replies, accepting the drink from him, turning back to Nolee. "Markessa - she's a journeyman down at the Weavercraft Hall," she supplies, smoothing her dress with her fingers.

Asilli hobbles slightly as she walks out into the room from the inner caverns. Funny enough, she hasn't dressed up at all for the dance, though she did make sure her nose was clean before making an apperance.

T'rien raises his glass slightly in appreciation for the weaver's work. "She does a good job," he compliments. "The color suits you." He turns back to Nolee, remembering his manners. "I'm T'rien, Cavoth's rider."

Acadia gets a glass of juice for Nolee, as well as a refill of her wine. She offers it to the Weyrwoman, then backs off to let her friends talk to her. Besides, this gives her a chance to track down and torture C'nroy.

C'nroy enters alongside Andamy, the two brown Weyrlings engaged in some kind of quiet conversation. Once the two of them hear the music they split their ways. C'nroy moves off to locate something to drink while Andamy crosses to where J'ffny and Y'var are laughing about some tall tale.

V'ryce reels at all the people gathering, his eyes flicking from one face to another, greeting everyone with his charming smile. When Zi'ya return and plants that smooch on his forehead, Val smirks, then taking his drink from the other Weyrling. "Mhm, you're on my list. Along with the lovely Zahava and my newfound Istan aquaintence."

Draila enters quietly, her gaze traveling about the living caverns curiously. Catching sight of familiar faces she heaves a sigh of relief before quietly making her way over to the buffet table in need of something sweet to nibble on. A fresh tray of bubblies seems rather tempting and its here that she hovers as she tries to decide which flavor to sample.

Llany smiles and sways as she continues to play the toe tapping tune on her instrument. She watches as people gather and mingle.

Nolee smiles in appreciation to Acadia, sipping at the juice eagerly before her eyes widen in realization that she's abandoned her own manners. "Oh! I'm terribly sorry. I'm Nolee, Nalaieth's. Pleased to meet you, Cavoth's." Another nod for the weaver's name, the girl frowning in concentration as she tries to commit the name to a faulty memory and snap along with the song. "It's very nice. Ooh, Fort sure can throw a celebration. It's a wing's, isn't it?"

Asilli grabs a glass of something warm to drink, and a bubblely for her free hand, but even that doesn't stop her from her path, soon as she spots the only reasn she even came, Zi'ya and V'ryce, she starts in their direction, stiffening her back abit to hide the slight limp.

T'rien nods, directing one of the servers to get Llany something to drink. "Make sure she gets plenty to eat, too," he murmurs. "Firefall is hosting this particular fete. I'm standing in for Danielle because..." he coughs slightly "...she said I had to or she'd punch me."

Acadia swings with a few guys, a couple of spins each, gradually getting closer and closer to C'nroy. "Hello, Weyrling. Enjoying the party?"

Zi'ya chuckles at V'ryce's comment. "I'm supprised everyone here isn't on your 'list'." he teases his friend. He glances over at Zahava, trying to catch her eye, to offer her a gretting without getting too close to T'rien. He doesn't spot Asilli headed in his and Val's direction yet.

Zahava sips the wine that T'rien brought her, nodding. "Firefall, which was T'rien's wing up until a... few sevendays ago," she says on the heels of T'rien's response to Nolee. She spots Llany, lips curving into a smile as she recognizes the woman, and then, past here, catches Zi'ya's eye, lifting her hand to wave to him.

Llany smiles, "Thanks T'rien! Any Benden white?" she asks over her own music.

C'nroy retrieves a glass of wine and attempts to do his best to simply blend in. He chuckles as the server inquires about refills. "This one glass'll get me through the night." he says with a smile. Heading off into the crowd, he is ambushed, ambushed I tell you!, by the arrival of the Weyrsecond. She arrives in such a way that he doesn't notice her at all, and her voice makes him jump, shoulders hunching up around his neck. As he catches his breath, he manages a somewhat passable salute. "Yes...Ma'am..." he manages.

T'rien steps back slightly to allow Zi'ya access to the growing circle of friends around Zahava and Nolee. He turns slightly and grins in Llany's direction. "Plenty!" he replies. "Let me know if you need anything else!"

Kayara pauses for a moment and tilts her head to the side, appreciating the music as she hasn't had much chance to do so before. She heads over in the direction of V'ryce, "Good evening V'ryce, how are you faring?" She asks politely. Spotting Zahava she gives a friendly smile and then waves a greeting to her.

V'ryce licks his lips after taking a sip of his drink, green eyes always moving as he scan the crowd. His own toe taps in time with Llany's tune, smirking at poor C'nroy when Acadia bears down on him suddenly.

M'yr saunters into the Cavern, hands tucked casually into his pockets, huge smile from ear to ear as it were. Pausing to stop by a circle of wingleaders, he greets them and edges into their conversation, though his eyes catch snippets of the growing group of partygoers. Laughing heartily at some joke that was spent, he pats two of them on the back, then speaks his departure to turn around, watching everyone.

"They'd punch you?" Nolee frowns at T'rien, contemplating his seriousness. "Sounds like a policy from Soldreth's." Nodnod. "Oh, congratulations? If that means you got a new wing. I mean, if you wanted it. Con-hm. Congrowlences if you didn't." To cover her uncertainty about the goodness of the news, she people-watches while sipping at her juice, eyes lighting when noting M'yr.

Asilli finds a place where she can brush againist Zi'ya, for once, not trying to be the center of attention, and infact, doing everything she can to not attract it, from the dressed down clothing, to the fact she doesn't talk, to hiding her limp.

T'rien can't seem to help himself. He giggles at Nolee's comment, raising his glass to his lips to cover the outburst. "I'm happy," he confesses. "But Danielle was a bit dismayed that I left her in the middle of this dance planning. I felt obligated to finish it. She wouldn't really punch me in the nose." He seems to contemplate that notion for a moment. "No, she wouldn't."

Zi'ya waves back at Zahava, giving her a look that shows his apreciation for her outfit before letting his eyes fall to the greenrider aproaching him and V'ryce. He offers a smile to Kayara, though he hasn't met her yet. He glances down as Asilli nearly bumps into him. "Hey there." he adds to her, holding his glass out trying not to spill at the near collision. He takes a step closer to V'ryce, chuckling about something though more to himself.

Draila's slippered toe taps in beat to the music as she enjoys the fruity taste of the bubbly, a head slightly cocked to catch tidbits of conversation the drifts her way. Is about then that she notices Kayara's presence as well among the large gathering in the caverns, her smile warming.

V'ryce calls up a small salute for Kayara, then murmurs to the greenrider, "Hello again, ma'am. Pleasant seeing you again." Immediately he's glancing around for a certain black-clad brownrider who might just be accompanying her. When he's not to be seen, though, Val sighs in relief, grinning over at Zahava again, then smirking at the near collision nearby.

Acadia eyes the glass in C'nroy's hand and asks mildly, "Whatcha drinking, C'nroy? Nothing specially prepared for tonight's party is it?"

Llany smiles as she spies another friend from back home and moves over to play especially for M'yr. The tune becomes idle and repetative before she asks, "Any requests sir?"

Raykini wanders absently into the cavern, blinking a bit as he spots all the people. The man almost seems frozen in his spot, his eyes widening, and looking all too much like a herdbeast about to be eaten by a dragon. "Lotta people." Ray says quietly to the firelizard perched on his shoulder. "Noyi, send a message to Father, it might take a bit longer than expected to deliver supplies..." And, with a quick hiss, the firelizard dissapears between. "Hrmm..." He starts forward, weaving in and out of the croud.

Zahava gives Zi'ya a smile, then turns back to Nolee. "T'rien's Skysentry's Wingleader, now. And it looks like he has a new shirt, too. M'yr made him ruin a nice shirt as part of his promotion," she explains to the Istan goldrider, sipping from her glass again.

C'nroy blushes, much more red than the liquid in his glass. He ducks his head, but comes up with an answer. "No, Ma'am, at least nothing by us Weyrlings."

M'yr takes a few steps further into the room, pausing this time at a tableful of wine-filled glasses. Accepting one from a kitchen helper, he is just about to raise it to his lips when he too meets Nolee's eyes. Waving to her across a few party folk, he calls out, "Fort's Duties to Ista, Nolee! Glad you could make it!" The jade dress certainly catches his eye next, a low whistle sent in appreciation. "Now don't you look nice? And T'rien's found a new shirt! Good for him!" If his smile could widen, it does, especially when Llany moves closer. "Well, it didn't take you long to get settled in, did it? Hmm. Something lively, perhaps? To keep this crowd moving? Not that they need it!"

Asilli looks up at Zi'ya with a little bit of the puppy dog look, before looking at the others around her. Zahava gets a slight smile, timid considering who is giving it. V'ryce gets a darker look though. Most of the others just get quiet nods, though looks up as Myr enters.

Llany laughs, "Actually the only things I've unpacked are these two instruments." she comments on the lute and harp. "It's a good thing I brought some finger picks along, I have a feeling I'll be playing lively tunes all night." she smiles and the transitional tune changes into something just as lively as the reel she just played, this time she's playing more of a Ruathan jig.

Kayara looks over at the Weyrling who greeted her and smiles politely in return, "Good evening." She greets before turning to look at V'ryce, "Good to see you as well." She replies in a friendly tone, before a figure in the crowd catches her attention. Catching sight of Draila she gives a friendly wave. She then realizes she still has it in her hand, "Oh yes, brought this from the Dark Maw. It's Benden. Would either of you like some?" She asks, holding out the bottle of wine. Suddenly Neji hisses from her shoulder...and she knows what that hiss means. Noyi must be somewhere around. Sure enough she spots Raykini some distance off and waves to get his attention.

T'rien smirks a bit at M'yr, dusting his hand over his new clothes. "New shirt, new pants, new everything. Don't get any ideas, M'yr," he growls, albeit with a smile in his eyes. "I paid a handsome mark for this outfit. Someone should paint a picture. I don't think I've ever worn anything this fancy in my life. And, since I'm all dressed up..." He turns to Zahava and offers his hand. "Can I have this dance, weyrwoman?"

Zi'ya grins as Llany's tune is requested to be something lively. "Well, someone needs to get this dance dancing. If you'll excuse me a moment?" he smirks, leaning in to say something to V'ryce before heading over towards the group around Zahava. He salutes the riders then offers his hand to the emerald clad girl. His shirt matching hers rather nicely. "Zahava, may I have this dance?" he asks, all formal-like. His eyes dancing happily at the offer however, mischief never far out of his eyes.

Asilli grumbles a bit as Zi'ya walks off, there goes her human sheild. Heck, there goes poor V'ryce's human shield as she turns to look at him, needing something to take her fustration out on, she just eyes him.

"Ruin a shirt?" Nolee's high tinkling laugh is as fond as it is mirthful as Zahava explains. "Better than a nose-punch, I'd say. Oh, M'yr! I decided to forgive you for getting our Harper," the Istan calls to Fort's Weyrleader, following that with, "And our duties in return. Thank you for the invite!" And as Zahava is presented with two requests, she marvels, "You've quite a crowd."

V'ryce perks up at the mention of Benden, smiling warmly at Kayara, then nodding. "Yes, I'd be delighted to have some, ma'am." His gaze is drawn down to Asilli's glower, and he can't help but grinning at her. "Mm, you hold grudges a long time, don't you?" A small start when Zi'ya leans over toward his ear, and he laughs at the giant, noticing the doubled offers to Zahava. Oh my.

T'rien coughs slightly, eyeing Zi'ya for a moment without expression. He shrugs and pulls his hand back in, turning instead to Nolee. "Since Zahava has another offer on the table, perhaps you'd care for a spin around the floor, Weyrwoman?"

Draila nods lightly in answer to Kayara's wave, though her main focus is in the press of males around Fort's newest Weyrwoman. Amusement carries in the gaze that watches to see which will win out over the other.

Asilli humphs a bit at him for that one. That was not funny at all, she crosses her arms over her chest and stamps her foot just a bit, causeing her to wince as she does, and she promptly flops into a chair to try and hide the fact.

Zahava's head turns towards M'yr, and she gives him a smile, waggling her free hand at him in acknowledgment. She glances back as T'rien speaks and looks down when she finds two hands being offered in near-unison. There is a moment of confusion, which gives T'rien the opportunity to redirect his offer. She glances at him for a moment, then lifts her hand to place it in Zi'ya's, setting her glass of wine down. "By all means," she says, graciously.

M'yr heads over toward Nolee, an elbow quirked just so as he walks past the new Skysentry Wingleader - just might be enough to land a light nudge. He chuckles at Zi'ya, the weyrling receiving a wink though he says nothing as he passes. "I'd watch this one, Nolee, he's good at digging but still working on holding his temper!" A wave is sent to Asilli, then dark eyes turn toward Zahava curiously.

Raykini turns as he notices movement out of the corner of his eye, arching a brow as he turns to Kayara, blinking a few times. Oh, it's her. He offers a little wave in greeting, his attention still searching the area. "Oh well, doesn't look like anything's getting done right now."

Zi'ya tenses as he hears T'rien offer a dance to Zahava even as the words are coming out of his mouth, but he seems suprised when the Wingleader retracts the offer, allowing him the opportunity should Zahava accept. He smiles at T'rien. "Thank you." he says, though likely only loud enough that the small knot right there can hear. The tension in the bear of a man's shoulders lessening. He turns his attention back to Zahava, awaiting her answer.

V'ryce can only shrug at Asilli and her behavior, the young man far too interested in what's going on about him to take much time elsewhere. A relaxation of his slightly tense shoulders when a potential faux pau between T'rien and Zil is avoided, and he smiles over at Draila, then listening a little to M'yr and Nolee's conversation.

Acadia beams at C'nroy and says, "Excellent! Then we'll have no food poisoning tonight. That always makes a party better." She finishes off her wine and exchanges it with a full glass being carried by another rider. One look quiets his complaint and sends him on his way. "So I hear you guys are graduating soon. Do you have any big plans?"

Nolee's large brown eyes widen and brighten at T'rien's offer, and she quickly seeks out Llany's gaze--Look! Gonna put our lessons to practical use! Before she nods and curtseys awkwardly to the new Wingleader. "Warning taken, Soldreth's! Hopefully we'll just be making circles. I don't know any steps called digging." She winks, teasing playfully, offering her hand. "I am good at easy dances," she whispers. "And at stepping on your feet."

Kayara smiles back at the Weyrling and turns her attention to removing the stopper from the wine bottle. Once that's done she retrieves a wine glass and pours the dark red Benden wine into it, holding out the glass to V'ryce, "There you go, anyone else want some?" She asks, before giving a nod to Draila. She watches the men crowding about Zahava in amusement. She then looks over at Raykini, "How're you doing?" She asks.

Asilli returns the wave, cooling her dark looks at V'ryce for just a moment as she focuses on rubbing her tender ankle, and shoving half a bubblely in her mouth. Yep, still acting a bit like a boy.

C'nroy shakes his head. He looks like the herdbeast that has just realized the dragon has picked /him/ as dinner. After a moment he finds his tongue, thanks to a sip from the glass. "Whatever is needed of us, Ma'am."

Llany grins as she spies Nolee being led onto the dance floor and flashes her a wink before shifting the music into a dance piece that the weyrwoman knows well from their lessons together.

T'rien takes Nolee's hand, getting jostled slightly by M'yr and grunting a bit. "Don't worry," he assures Nolee as he leads her out onto the floor. "You'd be better off watching your own feet, quite honestly. I'm not noted for my dexterity."

Draila inclines her head lightly in answer to V'ryce's nod. She knows her voice would never carry over the music and the din of conversations so doesn't even try to use it. Instead she keeps a steady toe tapping beat to the Harper's playing and turning her attention to the dancing couples.

Zi'ya smiles and leads Zahava to the floor. "You look amazing." he says softly to her as he positions them so that they won't run into the others. He catches Zahava's eyes, waiting until she's ready before leading her off into the lively jig, supprisingly agile for his size.

Raykini turns towards Kayara and makes his way over, frowning as he eyes the people dancing on the floor, "What's going on? Some sort of party or something?" Ray says quietly, "We docked not too far away, got a ride here to try and secure some supplies and maybe do a bit of business but...everyone seems busy."

M'yr takes a step back as T'rien and Nolee leave for a dance, downing his glass of wine quickly when a helper brings a tray around with several glasses. Taking another, he nods to the lad, then ambles toward Acadia. "You know this tune, don't you?" And before she can reply, he goes on, "So how about a few tosses with me? Care to take a spin?"

Acadia sighs briefly as it becomes apparent that C'nroy is going to escape. Again. She murmurs "We'll talk more later, Weyrling." In a louder voice she says to M'yr, "Sure, a dance sounds good! You're on!" She drains her drink and puts the empty glass down in order to take M'yr up on his offer.

Nolee giggles softly at T'rien's confession. "We'll both be careful, then. Ooh, I know this one!" There's appreciation for Llany's choice, the weyrwoman humming along with it as they dance, steps confident and grin wide. "The harper helped me learn dance," she explains. "We've even given lessons together. She's posted here; she can help you too if you need it. I mean, you're doing great."

Zahava falls into step with Zi'ya, tilting her head back to look up at him. "Thank you, Zi. You look nice, yourself. New?" she asks as she follows his steps through the dance. "I picked mine up from the Weavers yesterday."

Asilli stays in her chair, kicking her foot a bit, watching it move now, biting her lip as she tries to figure out what to do. She's difinately not sure what to do, but then she notes that C'nroy is trying to adviod a girl, so back to her feet she goes, limping in his direction... atleast he's nice and doesn't ignore her, looking up at him.

Kayara smiles at Raykini as he arrives and fills him in on the situation, "Apparently some sort of dance, at least that's what Zimarath tells me. Good thing I just came from the Dark Maw. Went to check up on it and the tavern is running quite well." She informs him, seeming happy to see the Seacrafter, "Busy dancing I would say. Can you dance at all?" She asks him curiously.

T'rien shrugs slightly, doing his best at keeping his feet in time with the music. "I've never really done much dancing," he confesses. "I was a klutz growing up." He chuckles a bit and shrugs again. "I spoke to Llany briefly before the dance started. She's offering to help me with my flute playing. I'm woefully out of practice."

C'nroy sighs, although not loudly, as Acadia is distracted by the Weyrleader's offer. Thinking this has been a positive day so far, he finds a spot to lean and finds himself not alone, but at least it isn't someone who makes him wanna run for cover. "Well, hello there, Asilli. How have you been?" he sips at his wine glass, propping up some wall with his shoulder.

V'ryce continues sipping at his drink, smiling at those out dancing, looking and listening among those who still stand and converse. A nod at Raykini as he closes to converse with Kayara, and Val's gaze wanders back to Zahava, taking in that lovely gown.

Raykini shrugs his shoulders as he pokes at his clothes, pulling at the hem with his fingers. "I'm not really sure if I'm dressed for this sort of thing. I don't really have any formal wear..." He trails off, turning to eye the crowd, offering a nod in greeting to V'ryce but nothing more. "Dance? I've not been to a dance before, to be honest. You know us, we don't dock often."

Asilli leans againist the wall next to him with a muttered grumble. "Boys" is about all she has to say about it for now, and she quickly finishes off her bubblely, and sips from her mug.

Zi'ya nods to Zahava, not missing a beat as he does so. "I had it commissioned a while back, haven't had occasion to wear the whole thing yet though." he grins. "Seems we have similar tastes though, we go well together, don't we." he asks with humor.

M'yr extends his hand toward his 'Second, the grin he sports never leaving his face once. "Then come on, woman! Time's a'wastin'!" Already he's toe-tapping, the wine glass quickly lowered to a table nearby. C'nroy is seen when he turns, the Weyrleader offering a quick wave before his attention is back on his dance partner.

C'nroy nods at Asilli. "Yeah, they're something else, aren't they? Can't live with them and can't live without them?" he chuckles, the glass this time doesn't move. "You are aware, though, that I'm one, too?" he quirks his right eyebrow as if he is just making sure.

"Me, too," confesses Nolee, doing really well until her overconfidence gets the best of her, and she nearly trips them up. "Oops," and a small laugh as she watches her feet until they do the correct steps.

T'rien does his best to keep Nolee from tripping herself - and him. "You dance very well," he compliments her.

Acadia takes M'yr's hand and picks up one part of her skirts, for easier swirling and spinning. Her toes are doing their own tapping, and her heels ring against the stone floor in time with the music.

Llany smiles and wanders along the edge of the dance floor. She's watching all the couples on the floor and those just about to come on. The tune is one of the most popular and one that most people should know. She plays it with gusto and enthuasiam in her wandering in the search for the the best acoustic spot in the room.

Asilli humphs a bit. "Yes.. but you're not so busy oggling gold riders that you can't even remember my name." She's difinately a bit moody for someone at a cheerful party, then she signs and downs the rest of her glass.

Does V'ryce appear a little forlorn at having no one to partner him on a dance, so far? If so, he's hiding it well, behind a smoothly pleasant expression, the Weyrling wandering about the crowd, his head bobbing to a recognized face here and there.

M'yr slips his hands down to Acadia's waist, twirling her in a wide circle first, then a series of smaller ones. During one of the arcs, he catches sight of Kayara, wiggling his fingertips toward her, then it's back to his partner. Taptaptapping, he keeps time with her, edging to her side then out again.

Kayara looks at Raykini's clothes and chuckles in amusement, "Well this is a dance, not a best dressed contest. If you notice everyone has formed off into their own groups, I doubt they care what you are wearing." She assures him before grinning, "Besides, you look perfectly fine to me. So what do you say, care to give it a try?" She asks him.

C'nroy nods sympathetically. "It just really isn't my thing. I know that I could probably do better loosening up, but..." he shrugs and takes a sip from his own glass.

Draila reaches for a napkin to wipe her hands after finishing the bubbly then casually turns about to once again survey the living caverns and the multiple riders and weyr visitors filling it. Its then that she notices C'nroy leaning against the far wall. This causes her to look around for another Weyrling which she doesn't see and a puzzled look clouds her gaze.

Zahava mmms. "Or conspiring weavers," she suggests. "Who did you use? I got mine from a Journeyman, Markessa," she explains, her feet following Zi'ya's across the dance space.

Kazara wanders into the cavernous Living Cavern, sort of dressed for flight, but also dressed for casual encounters as well. Finding it a bit warm from the number of people gathered, she shucks off her flight jacket, folding it up and tucking it under her arm. She then goes a-wandering, head turning left and right as she takes in the scene. Once again the entertainment gossips had their facts right.

Asilli snorts softly. "I feel like a sharding idiot just walking, dancing has got to be ten times worse..." Difinately not happy right now. "I think it's time for wine..."

Raykini blushes slightly as he squirms a bit, "Well, it is a bit embarassing. I didn't think I'd come upon a party or else I'd try and find some better clothes..." He trails off quietly and shrugs, "Sure, I could offer myself to a dance. But what about your boyfriend, where's he? I wouldn't want him to get jealous."

Zi'ya chuckles. "Perhaps. Though... I don't remember to be honest. But it was a journeyman. Could have been the same one?" he grins, twirling Zahava easily. He manages a wink in V'ryce's direction at one point too. "I have something for you too, after this dance ends." he smirks.

Acadia spins around following M'yr's lead, with her skirts and her hair flaring out on some of the sharper turns. Her face pinkens up again, this time from exertion, and her laughter rings our. She's obviously enjoying herself, and even tosses in a few shoulder wiggles for fun.

Kayara almost missed the Weyrleader's gesture of greeting and raises her hand in a half-wave, smiling shyly. Her attention then turns back to Raykini and she grins, "Well I'm not wearing my gather best at the moment either, though it's better than flying leathers. Just give it a try, as for my boyfriend, I doubt he would be. It's just a dance after all and there's lots of people here." She explains, suddenly spotting someone familiar out of the corner of her eye. She waves a greeting over to Kazara.

Nolee manages the rest of the dance without incident, buoyed by T'rien's compliment. "Thank you! You've been very kind to offer a visitor the invitation." She notices his finery again, commenting, "I hope your new clothes are comfortable enough that they won't leave lines after the dancing."

T'rien gives Nolee another little bow as the dance ends. "The Weaver who made it for me said it should hold up well to all the riding I have to do, so I doubt dancing will affect the lines much." He takes a breath and glances about. "Would you like something to drink?"

Kazara almost misses Kayara's wave as her eyes flick over the assorted people gathered to talk, dance and otherwise be merry. Seeing the familiar face in the sea of strangers, she swings around to head in that direction. "Kayara! I didn't expect to see anyone from Igen here. I just happened to get a message that there was some sort of fun thing happening here, so I figured I'd nip over to check it out. Busy, ain't it?"

C'nroy starts to sip at his glass again and looks around the cavern. Finally his eyes light on someone and he stops looking around. The glass comes down. "I'll be back. The red isn't too bad." he recommends as he pushes away from the wall, making his way around the perimeter towards a familiar figure.

Raykini offers out his hand, "Well, so long as you're not embarassed to be seen by a grungy, fish-smelling fisherman, then I don't mind." He chuckles quietly, shaking his head, "Shall we dance then? You'll have to forgive me, I don't have too much practice."

V'ryce has finished his first drink, and seems about to go for a second, then suddenly re-thinking his priorities as the dance ends. Already the Weyrling is on the prowl, moving about in the crowd to find himself a potential partner for the next dance.

Zahava's head tilts as she peers up at Zi'ya. "Something for me?" she asks, curious, as the dance winds down.

Asilli blinks as she is again left alone, and wanders off to snag one of those wine skins and a seat where she can proceed to get herself some more food. Not even looking at the dancers... nope.

Nolee curtsies again to her partner as he bows, and fans her face after the energy of the last dance. "I think I had a juice cup someplace...I must've left it. Perhaps I'll try to--oh, maybe that's it?" She gives him a smile and another thanks before moving toward her abandoned juice, passing in V'ryce's prowly path as she goes. "Hey!" is her greeting. "I know you. I think."

Zi'ya gives Zahava a final twirl and offers a formal bow to end the dance. "Yes. Should go nicely with that dress, but I got it because of your eyes." He grins and reaches into his pocket, handing Zahava a nicely wrapped package. It's rather small. "I was saving it for graduation, but this seems just as festive." he grins.

T'rien slips into the crowd, picking up another glass for himself as Nolee demures. He wanders back where he started, glancing over at Zahava and Zi'ya for a moment. He manages to keep his expression neutral as he notices the exchange between them.

Kayara smiles as Kazara heads over and nods in agreement, "Yes, it's sharding packed in here. But that's because everyone having so much fun. Oh, and I've brought some Benden wine with me, brough it from the Dark Maw. Feel free to have some if you want." She tells her, indicating the bottle of Benden wine she just set down. She then looks back at Raykini and smiles, placing her hand in his, "Embarassed? I doubt that. That's fine by me, I have to admit I'm a bit out of practice too." She replies.

M'yr's ready for a fancy ending, lifting Acadia into the air then slowly lowering her down so her feet touch at the exact moment that the music ends. His cheeks are flushed too, eyes bright with enthusiasm. A deep bow is given to his 'Second, then a sincere, "Thank you! That was great!"

C'nroy approaches the familiar figure from the right side. Dodging a couple heading away from the dance floor he finally arrives. "Draila?"

Draila's backwards steps away from the buffet table moves her to intercept the BrownWeyrling now moving about the cavern, her light nod of greeting given to C'nroy. Her lips moving in speech but even with the music drawing to a close and the voices rising to cheer and thank the Harper her words are lost to all but the one she speaks to.

Llany smiles and wipes her brow after the enthuastic piece, she let's people get a few moments of rest before her slender fingers caress the strings once again, but this time it's a slow paced song, a gentle waltz with Fortian origins.

Zahava flushes as the package is produced, glancing towards the others on the dance floor. She reaches out after a beat to take it from him delicatedly. "Thank you, Zi." Turning, she moves towards a seat out of the way so she can open it without being in the middle of the madness.

Acadia holds out her skirts and curtseys in return. "You're welcome. I had a great time too!" She straightens up and seeks out another dance partner, after a quick wine break.

"Aha! Good, Benden's essential for an event like this," Kazara muses, looking around for a glass to pour the wine into it. Finding one unattended, she snags it and brings it back, quickly filling it up to near brimming. She then starts sipping at it, smiling appreciatively at the smooth taste. "Mmm, a good vintage too, if my uncultured palate's correct."

Raykini turns towards the ale as it's mentioned, "I'd have some but father probably wouldn't approve of me coming back drunk with chores to be done." Ray murmurs quietly and shrugs, "Well, that makes two of us then." He turns to start towards the dance floor, looking a bit embarassed himself.

Zi'ya follows Zahava to sit, his eyes on her, slightly nervous and expectant. The package reveals a small pouch, usually reserved for jewlery. It is also an emerald color, like their clothing. Inside is a gold chain with a small emerald hanging on it, much like the one he is wearing tonight.

M'yr finds the table where he left his glass, though it's long been swept up for the kitchen. "Ah, yes, there's one!" he chuckles, sure enough a full glass on a platter awaits. Moving through the crowd, he edges closer to Nolee, sending her a warm smile. "So what do you think? I might entice you into joining me for a slow dance?"

C'nroy shakes his head. "Afraid she's not the public celebrational type. Pretty much keeps to herself. Come to think of it, I don't think I've said much to her outside of training."

Nolee had danced a round with V'ryce, a promised slate on her dance card, then returned to her quest for her juice. This time, she succeeds, rescuing the glass from a departing tray, and is reveling in the cool liquid and tapping her feet as M'yr approaches. "Soldreth's! Jays, I thought you'd never ask!" The cup set aside, she opens her arms, welcoming an embrace for her fellow Impressee.

Kayara grins as Kazara helps herself to the Benden wine, "I made sure to get a good wine, you don't find wine like that everyday. I'm glad you like it." She replies before looking to Raykini, "Of course you're welcome to have some, if your father doesn't have a problem with it. You can tell him it's my fault if you want." She tells him with a wink before following him out onto the dance floor.

Zahava glances up at Zi'ya as the necklace spills out onto her hand. She smiles, glancing past him for a moment, then quickly back to him. "Thank you, Zi'ya," she says warmly. "It's lovely," she says. Her fingers quickly find the clasp and settle it around her neck, fastening it behind. She leans forward to place a kiss on his cheek, and then stands again.

M'yr walks into Nolee's arms, wrapping her tightly with his own, adding a light lift off the floor, too. "You were occupied, silly!" he grins and winks, "You're certainly the popular one at the dance, aren't you?" Lowering her gently to the floor, he positions his hands for the waltz. "I've missed seeing you. You know that, right? It's been too long."

Raykini shakes his head slowly as he steps onto the dancing floor, still blushing a little as he looks around bashfully. "Our job's difficult enough without wine in our systems." Ray tells Kayara, "And I've business to attend to later after things have settled down here."

T'rien lifts a hand to rub the bridge of his nose, his neutral expression fast slipping in the direction of a deep frown. With a toss, the rest of his wine is gone and the empty glass passed off to one of the serving staff. He pushes himself off in the direction of the kitchen.

Draila's lips round into an oh, a quick nod of understanding following once it disappears again. This time with the music at a pause and many enjoy a refreshment a few of her soft spoken words can be heard. "In .. If you're.. dance."

Asilli starts to relax as she drinks her wine, leaning just a bit againist the table, continuiing to eat whatever is within reach as she does.

Kazara nods and continues sipping at the wine, feeling a pleasant warmth begin to spread through her body as she imbibes. The warmth of the Cavern, coupled with the murmurous hubbub of the slightly thinning crowds, combine to make her feel relaxed, after a long day's work.

Zi'ya smiles and pauses a moment. "It... isn't supposed to mean anything. Just a gift from a friend." he smiles at her again and tries to turn to catch her lips after she kisses his cheek. He glances around and spots T'rien. "T'rien!" he calls, "I believe you asked Za for a dance too?" he asks, nudging her in his direction. He's in a jovial mood. His eyes scan the crowd and fall on Asilli, leaving Zahava for the time being. "Don't suppose you dance on that hurt ankle now do you?" he chuckles.

C'nroy nods. "I guess I could probably. Just once."

T'rien stops, his hand nearly reaching out to push the door to the kitchen open. He glances over his shoulder as his name is called. With a deep breath, he turns on his heels and heads back toward Zahava and Zi'ya. "Yes," he states, matter-of-factedly. "Yes, I did."

Nolee carefully places her hands and feet as she'd been taught, squealing quietly for another familiar set of steps, and easily relaxing into M'yr's strength. "I got to dance! And didn't fall down!" Her large brown eyes meet his dark gaze, sincere. "It has. It always has." Somber nod, followed by winning smile. "It's good to see some spirit around here. I'd heard there were--you were hit?"

Asilli looks up at him, giving him a grumpy look. "Like you'd dance with me anyway.. I don't have breasts to fill out a nice dress like that, and I hobble like an old Uncle.." More bubblely pie to sooth her whining

Kayara nods in understand to Raykini, "That's fine then, wine isn't required for dancing anyway." She replies, looking to M'yr for a moment to copy the position for the waltz. She's forgotten much about dancing it seems. She spots Draila off with C'nroy and smiles, glad to see Draila out and about. She then looks to Kazara, "So how are things going at Igen?" She inquires, not having been back in a while.

Zahava gives Zi'ya a startled look, then turns as T'rien returns, expression a trifle uncertain. "You... didn't want to dance, anymore?" she questions, lifting a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her hear, glancing again at the dance floor.

T'rien extends his hand toward Zahava. "I've been waiting to dance with you for about two Turns now," he murmurs.

Draila can't help but silently laugh, her shoulders lightly shaking with it as she looks at the BrownWeyrling with amusement over his lack of enthusiasm then quickly adds, ".. twist.. arm?"

Raykini tries to position his hands as best as possible, looking about quickly to make sure that he's doing it right, his cheeks flushing bright red. It seems the fisherman isnt' really at ease in the odd, loud atmosphere, "This is worse than being out at sea in a storm."

M'yr's eyes sweep about the dance, visibly grateful at the merriment he sees there. "It's been so difficult lately that I was ready for something like this to get our spirits growing again, yes." Shifting to glance at his left forearm, he goes on, "Five stitches is all, nothing compared to what Sol did to me when he was shelled. You remember?" Instinctively, he looks briefly down at his chest, then leads the Istan weyrwoman between two pairs of dancers."

Kazara lifts a hand and waves it in a side-to-side movement. "Eh...a few leadership troubles, but nothing too major," she replies. "Other than that, things are going okay. For the past few days we've had rain on and off constantly -- trying to get laundry dry is proving very difficult. It's driving the laundry people round the bend."

Zi'ya smirks. "Of course I would." he grins. He winks at Zahava and offers a tense grin to T'rien. He turns his attention back to Asilli, apparently trying to distract himself.

Zahava extends her hand to take the one T'rien offers. "The outfit is very nice," she says as she lets him guide her onto the floor.

Kayara gives a low chuckle, glancing at Raykini in amusement, "Oh, I wouldn't say it's that bad. And I'll have you know, I wasn't much the people person either. Caused me trouble all through Weyrlinghood until I finally got used to it. You know what they say, go with the flow and all." She remarks, knowing it's cliche but true nonetheless. She then looks over Ray's shoulder at Kazara, "That's not good. Sharding rain. Well I hope it lets up soon." She mutters, then concentrates on the right dance steps.

C'nroy sets his glass down, smiling. "No, I guess that wouldn't be good. Well, shall we?" the brown Weyrling offers his arm.

Llany finds a spot in the cavern that she approves of acoustically and continues to play the lovely waltx almost danceing with the lute, caressing it's strings to elicit the melodic tune that echos around the stone cavern.

Asilli more then happy to give Zil a grumble and ignore him after that, just like he did her, take that evil male.

Nolee nods to M'yr, eyes following to look at his arm though she manages not to lose her footing. "We could all use something like this. Time at home for more beach celebrations, I can tell. Though we'll miss the Harper you have now..." A glance to Llany, and a smile, before she nods back to M'yr, cheerily teasing. "Of course I remember! Who could forget? He made you his, no bones about it." A flash of green catches her eye, "She's looking well, isn't she?"

T'rien smiles softly, leading Zahava out on the floor. "I'm glad you like it. I took your advice and picked up some new outfits to go with the new knot."

Raykini turns to peek over at who Kayara is talking to and arches a brow at Kazara, offering a wave, "Hello there, it's been a while. Miss the boat yet?" He laughs quietly, rubbing the back of his head absently, "I'm happy to e back at sea. It's nice to be back home." He turnst o Kayara, shrugging as he continues to watch the others, following Kayara a bit clumsily, "Sorry," He murmurs when he trips over himself, "I hate land."

An apprentice that had been standing rather incognito before now draws forward, standing near Llany and pulling a bow across an elegant near-black violin, coaxing a romantic melody to lead with the other harper's. His exposed eye is unfocused, half-lidded, focusing on the music.

Kazara smiles at Raykini. "Yes, it's nice to have the Bowl clear of erroneous fishing craft, thank you," she replies, making her voice slightly louder to be heard of the noise of the music and dancing.

Draila rests her arm over the one C'nroy extends, more silent laughter seem rather than heard from her as she quickly nods and steps forward to join the dancers. Perhaps its the chance to enjoy some good music or then again maybe the company that allows her to softly continue to jest with the BrownWeyrling. ".. promise.. won't bite."

Zahava turns to face T'rien as the music changes, a glance sent over his shoulder for a moment, then refocuses on him. "Good for you," she approves.

M'yr bends Nolee to the left, the graceful moves of the waltz carried out easily with his partner. "Llany? I have to admit that I'm thrilled to have her here, though of course there was no ill will in having her posted at Fort now. You know that, right?" Grinning down at her, he wiggles his brows playfully. "Lady of the Tree." When the music changes, he doesn't release her, just slows his pace to match the melody.

C'nroy chuckles. "Not you I'm worried about."

T'rien seems to steel himself against something. "Yeah, I suppose it is." He leads the weyrwoman in a turn on the dance floor.

Kayara gives a soft laugh at that, "I don't blame you after being stuck in the desert for so sharding long." She replies, her tone sounding quite amused. She then glances back to Kazara, "Oh but wasn't it an amusing sight?" She asks curiously, doing her best to keep pace with Raykini. She's a little clumsy herself and nearly steps on his toe, but hey, at least they're having fun.

Raykini snorts quietly in annoyance, "I'm happy to be off that sharding place, there was hardly anything that resembled water. I was miserable. I'm happy to be back at sea, as is everyone else. When are you, Draila, and your boyfriend coming aboard? I'd like to know in advance so I can have everyone prepair for your arrival." He winces a bit when she steps on his toe, but does his best to ignore it as he tries to keep in time. "I'm sorry we were such a burden to you and your weyr, ma'am." He says to Kazara.

Asilli goes back to leaning on the table, continuing to eat, and drink wine. She is loosening up a bit, though she still is not heading out to dance, just sitting there watching.

Zahava falls silent as she follows T'rien's lead through the dance steps, keeping an eye over his shoulder for other pairs they might collide with, her feet moving lightly over the floor.

Nolee laughs for M'yr, a tinkling bell sound of genuine mirth. "That's right! And you were, hm, in the water, I remember that." She squeezes him where their hands meet, relaxing. "Llany--oh, that's her name, I remember now!" A nod. "They're s'posed to, mum explained. Go places. For different experiences. But she'll have to visit." She leans her head in against him, content in the moment of shared avoidance of work. "And you too--bring friends, visit us."

Draila's gaze travels about the living cavern again, curious as to whom C'nroy could be worried about and her gaze settles on the Weyrleader before turning back to the younger man and murmuring ever so softly with a mixture of giggles. "If .. bites, let .. know .. bite .. back .."

Kazara waves a hand dismissively and grins. "Ah, don't worry about it, Ray. It provided some variety to an otherwise featureless expanse of sand. Water was never one of our strong points; that's why it's a desert, after all.'

T'rien finishes the dance in silence, then steps back with a small smile. "Thank you," he says simply.

C'nroy shakes his head. "Not that either. So, if we're going to dance, shall we?" he leads Draila to the floor, hoping the two of them can get into rhythm and into a vacant spot on the dancefloor.

Zahava lowers her hands as T'rien releases her. "You're welcome," she replies with a smile. "Now... I should find where I set down that wine you brought me," she replies. After a moment, she turns to slip into the crowd towards where she left her glass several dances before.

Kayara is starting to get the hang of it now as she remembers the rhythm, "One, two, three...One, two, three." She repeats over and over like a litany under her breath, managing to keep in time with the music as she regains back some of her memory on dancing. It has been turns since she's done it. At Raykini's comment she grins, "I don't blame you. Sticking you in the middle of a desert is like sticking a fish into a bucket of sand, no offense. As for the 'cruise' I'm not sure. Whever we can all get together I guess. I'll be sure to send Neji to let you know in advance, that's if Noyi doesn't eat him." She muses before shaking her head, "And you weren't a burden at all."

Raykini laughs loudly, blushing a bit as he listens to her counts trying to move in time with hers, and eventually finding the rythem himself. "I think I'm getting the hang of this." He murmurs quietly to Kayara, "Aye, sharding desert. I hope I never have to set foot in such a thing again. I'm /still/ getting rid of the sand in my clothes." He laughs quietly, "Noyi's not going to eat him. He just doesn't like other people or firelizards."

Now that Draila is on the dance floor her mirth fades as she bites on hr bottom lip in hopes of not messing up the dance steps too badly. Stiff steps are taken as she keeps her head bowed to constantly watch C'nroy's feet and slides her own in accordance. Llany lowers the intensity of her playing in order to let Derindrel's violin take predominance, the resurected instrument's tones once again reaching the ears of Pernese audiances.

Kazara finishes off the Benden wine in her glass, and looks down into it slightly forlornly. She could fill it up again herself, but it seems a little more fun to pout and see if anyone notices that her glass is empty.

Derindrel completes an intricate harmony movement with Llany, their bodies moving in synch perhaps from a sixth-harper-sense, ending on a long and bending note. Derindrel takes the note in a wide arc, moving with it, making the waltz a little less dramatic and picking up slightly as the count moves up a notch. The light and lilting sounds of blossoming romance fill the cavern as the boy's violin sings sounds of a joyful spring just passed.

Zahava doesn't manage to find the abandoned wine, so after a bit of searching, she simmply finds a new glass, finding a quiet moment to listen to the music, watching the dancers, now.

M'yr nods slowly, his chin brushing the top of her hair when he turns a corner in sync with the dance. "I received your reply to my note. I was hoping for that response, and oh. I'm sorry to have missed you when you were here! At least ten people told me you dropped by. Sharding weyr work..." At the farthest point of their turn, his gaze sweeps the crowd, resting briefly upon Igen's Weyrsecond. He smiles and nods politely, then drifts onward to complete the maneuver.

C'nroy guides Draila without seeming to miss a beat. It's almost as if the lad actually knows how to dance. He leads in a slow enough time to allow his partner to follow, but quick enough to not be out of time.

Kayara chuckles in reply and gives him a smile of encouragement, "Yep, just takes practice and a fancy bit of footwork. But I think we've both got the hang of it. Which is good since the music is picking up the pace a notch." She informs him and adjusts her pace accordingly, the steps slightly faster than before. She is forced to stare at her feet to make sure she is keeping pace. At his comment she looks up, "Well I don't think you'll have to worry about that again. Just don't get stuck in another storm with a gold dragon around." She muses. When he mentions Noyi she grins, "Neji's the same way. Probably why they never get along."

Nolee nods, "I'm sorry to have missed you, too! But I knew you'd likely be working. At least we've an excuse to meet during social events." She contentedly continues to dance with M'yr along that smooth sweeping turn, her filmy skirt twirling gently, until her energy for the dance comes to an end, the girl becoming distracted by the sounds of the uncommon instrument. She offers him an extra hug and one of her usual awkward curtsies. "Why thank you, Weyrleader sir, for the dance."

Kazara looks up from perusing the bottom of her glass after a short time, figuring no gallant young man will swoop in and top up -- well, refill -- her glass. She's just in time to see M'yr's nod and smile. She returns the gesture, tilting her head sideways slightly in acknowledgement, before reaching for the Benden again and pouring some more of its contents.

Raykini shrugs his shoulders slightly, his confidence building a bit more as they continue in the movements, getting a bit bolder. His brows knit in concentration as her steps pick up, losing his footing for a moment until he manages to get down the new time. He laughs quietly, "I don't plan on getting stuck at storm again, but it happens. Hopefully next time we'll be better prepaired to take it."

M'yr sweeps into a bow after returning her hug, "My pleasure, always, Weyrwoman." is replied, a hand lifting to his hair to rake his fingers through the dark locks. "Did you want something to drink? We prepared well, but I'm not sure all these people were expected!" Laughing, he shows pride in the attendance at the dance. "And how are Griere and V'lano? V'lano. It seems like so long since I've seen or talked with him. I certainly made life difficult for him. He's probably not speaking to me anymore."

Draila is thankful for the guidance C'nroy offers, her own steps still a bit awkward but seeming to keep up. But her child bearing state keeps her at a slow pace until she finally begs forgiveness and asks for a break. With a thankful nod to the BrownWeyrling she returns to the outer section of the cavern to once again join the other watchers.

Caitlyn swirls in, undoing her cloak that kept out the cold of *between*, the woman appearing harried as she quickly hangs it on a nearby peg. Taking a moment to compose herself from her wild ride up to Fort, she then dons a more proper smile, puttering into the fray of attendees. Fingers smooth down any wild hairs on her head.

Zahava sips her wine, turning to smile as a fellow weyrling steps up beside her, speaking quietly. She shakes her head, flashing a smile at the girl. She casts another glance towards the dance floor, as Kassey is whisked onto it by another weyrling, who jostles her as she brushes past. She manages to avoid spilling any on her dress, but the wine is gone. Taking the empty glass, she heads back towards the drink table.

Kayara is getting more used to it and now that she is she finds it easier to keep in time with the music, no longer having to pay such close attention to her steps. She then looks up at Raykini and grins, "Well it could have been worse. You could have been dropped in the High Reaches bowl instead. Though honestly sand or ice, I don't know which is worse." She muses before peering over Ray's shoulder at Kazara again, "So how's Kraznyth doing?" She inquires curiously, lifting a hand in a wave as she notices Caitlyn.

Llany settles her lute down and glides across the dance floor to the weyrleader, "May I have this dance?" she asks of M'yr.

Raykini coughs quietly, "I'm not sure what is worse, snow or sand." He shakes his head, at the thought, "Both don't have much water. The desert saps it all and the north freezes it all." He chuckles quietly in amusement.

Nolee watches M'yr's fingers sweep through his hair, enjoying the familiarity of the man's gestures though time and duties give them different lives. "He's so busy." Her voice drops, "He looks ooolllddd. It's the stress. It's really got him." Raising her voice again, she adds, "But this is a bright occasion. I'd love a--" Llany's request falls there, so she steps back with a little wave, leaving him to duty if he need while she pursues fresh juice.

Kazara has barely lifted her glass to her lips again before she's spoken to again. "Oh, he's doing swimmingly...literally, in fact. He still loves swimming around in the lake whenever it gets too hot. I think he's managed to make the local fish population extinct, in fact. Those who like to waste time on the shores casting their rods in are a bit annoyed." She grimaces into the glass as she sips. "I think Kraz and I will have to go on a fish-stocking expedition to make up for it."

Llany smiles apologiticely, "On I'm sorry, you were catching up. Don't let me interupt you two."

Zahava lifts her hand to wave towards Caitlyn as she spots her friend arrive. She turns to move toward M'yr and Nolee, but pauses when she sees the new Weyrharper approach them, a snatch of the request floating through the crowd. Pausing a beat, she returns then to her original purpose - finding a fresh glass of wine.

M'yr is just about to reply to the Istan weyrwoman when she steps away and Llany's question is voiced. Flashing a smile to Nolee, he turns toward Llany with a shake of his head and a grin, extending his arm. "You're doing nothing of the sort, Fortian weyrharper! Shall we?"

Llany smiles and offers her slender hand to the handsome man, "We shall Weyrleader, we shall." she says with a sultry tone as she allows herself to be lead onto the dance floor.

Nolee nods to Llany, her smile still bright. "Dance! You hardly get the chance having to play us all through it." Moving toward the beverages, she meets Zahava en route, pausing to regard her sternly, then with a smile, almost conspiratorially for the job they vaguely share across weyrs. "It's kinda fun, don't you think? All the things for propriety and being social. Even if it's hard."

Being short doesn't help Caitlyn see familiar faces easily, but her wanderings through the crowd do. Kayara's wave is just noticed from the corner of her eye, and the woman takes a moment to recognize her. Oh. The Istan's returning wave and smile are only a bit hesitant, the bluerider glancing around for a certain other person. Not finding them, she relaxes a little, moving along towards the main body of the crowd, absent fingers toying with the filmy fabrics of her multi-hued dress. Spotting Zahava's gesticulation, she grins, then weaves her way over to the other woman. Where she also finds Nolee. "Hey! this is a reunion!" the Istan chuckles.

M'yr pivots once they have gained enough room to begin the dance, strong arms surrounding the Weyrharper in the traditional dance pose. Off they go together, mixing in with the partygoers. "Have I mentioned to you how pleased I am to have you here, Llany? Your room was prepared adequately? The flowers were fresh?"

The other apprentices and visiting journeymen continue to play slowly, shifting into a waltz that is more likely to be heard in the holds of Keroon. The light whistles and recorders identifying the piece as such.

Kayara shivers slightly at the thought, "I'm not sure either. I like the temperature here, not too hot and not too cold. It's perfect." She muses before grinning, "Think you'd be willing to see about getting Kraznyth a load of fish? He really is fond of them." She suggests before peeking over at Kazara again, "That sure sounds like him. Well with Ray's help maybe we can get a load of fish for that insatiable appetite of his. Think he'd like that?" She asks, waiting to hear Ray's answer on that. Her steps begin to slow as the dance winds down. She smiles back at Caitlyn, seeming friendly toward the Istan despite their last meeting.

Feeling tired, Draila quietly heads off in search of some fresh air. She nods lightly to a few other familiar faces, as she passes by Caitlyn another nod is offered just before she slips outside.

Zahava's lips press together for a moment, then she nods, her expression turning to a smile. "Indeed," she agrees with Nolee, taking a fresh glass of wine. "Caitlyn! You came," she greets warmly, glancing at her friend as she approaches them. "And that is a /spectacular/ dress," she remarks, eyeing it closely. "Wow!"

Llany smiles and places one hand on the weyrleader's shoulder and takes his hand with the other, looking up into his eyes she smiles, "Oh those flowers were from you? They were lovely, thank you very much. The room was prepared for use though it'll take a few days to make it my own. When I'm ready I'll hold a little get together. It's... different to be here, but knowing you're pleased to have me here makes it much warmer, thank you."

Raykini laughsq quietly, shaking his head, "Of course, Kayara, we'll get you some fish. You'll have to come to us for it though, call it our gift to you for being so hospitable to me and the rest of the crew while we were stuck at Igen." He cracks a smile at the rider. He turns towards Kazara, tilting his head. He sighs in relief when the steps become slower, settling into the new rythem quite thankfully.

"Oh, I'm sure he would," Kazara replies with a laugh. "He'd do almost anything for a boatload of fish, especially if it was just for him to enjoy." She nods back at Raykini with a small smile. "Well, I could probably make excuses for paying your part of the world a visit. If you need anything else from Igen, I can bring it over."

M'yr shrugs off the question about the flowers, but does not deny it, returning her smile as they glide together across the floor space. "Did I hear something about a.. what was it? I am such a wherryhead about such things.. A practice room? Or..." struggling for the right word, he leans into the movements, again wiggling fingertips toward Kayara as he and Llany pass. "Workroom, perhaps? Sorry!", he attempts then gives up with a grin.

Nolee smiles to Caitlyn, one hand smothering a yawn even as her mouth opens to reply. Smothering it into a laugh, especially as she notices that Caity's dressed in colorful finery, she nods and scoots away before the laugh escapes, foregoing the wine in favor of juice, which is further down the beverage line. Once she's located it, she has barely taken a few sips before another yawn overtakes, and after exchanging a few more pleasantries, she's off on her way.

Llany smiles, "I think _classroom_ is the word your searching for. Although it will most certaintly be used for practice and working. It's most suitable, although I could use some child sized chairs or benches." she comments. He eyes twinkle, "I'll make whomever made the 'wherryhead' comment eat their words, it's a perfect work space and quarters. Thank you M'yr."

Kayara smiles in gratitude to Raykini, "Thanks I appreciate it. And really I was happy to be able to help out. We can come to you then, that's not a problem. If I have to send word ahead I can use Neji, or maybe Zira since Noyi might get along with her better." She suggests, slowing her pace a little further. As their dance slowly comes to an end she gives him a smile, "Thank you for the dance, I truly enjoyed it. Why don't you and Kazara dance now?" She suggests to the two of them and steps aside, looking to Kazara, "I figured as much." She muses to see the Weyrleader waggle his fingers at her. She grins back shyly and waggles her fingers back in return.

Caitlyn blinks, recognizing Draila as she smiles and moves past the bluerider, Cait lifting her hand to the former Fortian as she departs. Her wide smile returns as Zahava and Nolee greet her, and she gives both of her friends a hug. "Fancy seeing you here, Noles!" she teases the weyrwoman, then 'oohing' softly at Zah's dress. "And *that* is a gorgeous dress..." she croons, trying to run her hands over the green fabrics, grinning at the Fortian Weyrling's compliment. "Thanks, Zah. I traded one of my pendants for it a few Turns ago. Since I don't wear dresses that often, it's only seen the sun a handful of times."

Raykini nods his head slowly as he listens, "You're dragonriders, it's easier for you to come to us than us come to you. It takes a while to sail from place to place, even with a good wind behind our sail." He turns to Kazara, smiling at the Igen rider, "No problem. It's the least we can do for Igen, after what you did for us." And then he blushes, "Dance...? With her? Err, I'm not sure if I should."

Kazara raises an eyebrow. "And what's wrong with dancing with me?" she asks, putting on a little quirk of the lips. "Aside from the fact that it's been a while and I'm likely to step on your feet for a few turns before I figure out the knack." She wags her now half-full glass at Raykini, almost sloshing some of its contents onto the floor.

Zahava lifts her hand to wave towards Nolee as the Istan Weyrwoman departs, her shoulders relaxing slightly. After another glance at the dancers, her eyes move back to Caitlyn and she smiles, retrning the hug. "Thank you! Isn't it soft?" she asks, fingering the light fabric herself. "I fell in love with the cloth as soon as she brought it out." She glances at the other woman's dress again, shaking her head, "On of these days, I'd like one of your pendants, too, but that may be a while."

M'yr repeats, "Chairs.. benches..", pauses then grins down at her. "You know I'll forget those requests tomorrow, don't you? Especially after a few more glasses of wine, which I do intend on having!" That brings light laughter, then he does add, "You are very welcome. I do expect a few weyr serenades for my trouble, hmm? But that should prove quite easy after your splendid musicianship tonight. Who was that, playing with you before? I don't believe I've met him."

Kayara nods to Raykini, "That's true and now that I have a couple firelizards I can find the ship just about anywhere." She remarks before chuckling at his protest, "Really Ray I think you should, she doesn't bite you know." She teases and then makes her way over to pour herself a glass of some of the Benden wine she brought with her.

Derindrel seems to be ignoring the partygoers, focusing on drawing a more well-rounded sound from his instrument. The pace picks up once more, a spirited tune sprouting and flourishing from the song before. Suddenly a bright combination of notes and beats echo off of the cavern walls, embodying the summer that's come upon Pern. The minor key leaves an ever-present tone of slight danger, alluding to thread, but the general jovial tone speaks the great bounty of colors, sights and smells that come with the season. Those not dancing may be inspired to, and dancers lighter on their feet may keep up, or get lost.

Llany smiles, "I think that can be arranged, your weyr is accessable from the ground I assume?" she asks with a grin. "You mean the young lad? That's Derindrel. An apprentice I brought up to help with the evening's entertainment. He specializes in the violin, an instrument the masterharper was working on resurecting the past few turns."

Caitlyn gives the departing Nolee a big smile, covering her snigger when the other Istan yawns, then turning all her attention on her current companion - running fingers sensually over Zahava's dress. "Oooh, *so* soft. I love it!" she agrees, nodding enthusiastically. "Sounds like me when I saw what the Weaver Mistress was offering for the pearl she fell in love with. I saw the fabric she had, and I was a goner!" A carefree chortle from the bluerider, and she nods at her friend. "I'm pleased people still value my crafts, even unstamped. I have so little time to work on things anymore, these days."

Raykini shakes his head, waving a indifferent hand in the air, "Ma'am, it's more about dancing with me, I suppose. I'm just a fisherman...you're the weyrsecond." He laughs a bit, "My clothes are filthy, I smell like fish...not sure I'm the best dancing partner." He gives a little glare at Kayara, "Bullying me into dancing."

Zahava's smile slips and she nods slowly. "I haven't even unpacked my macrame supplies from the bottom of the trunk I put them into when I Impressed. I'm not thinking I'll have the chance to do anything with them for some time," she sighs. She steals a glance at the musicians, and then dancers, and then puts the smile back on. "But /this/ is fun. I'm not sure where V'ryce has gone off to, but I told him I was going to introduce you to him if you came."

Kazara grins widely. "Oh, don't worry about it, Ray. Where I came from, I was regularly in various states of 'filthy'," she says, emphasising the word with air quotes, "what with helping to run a small holding in south Igen that had lots of animals. I'm no stranger to bad smells, I assure you!" She puts down her glass and extends a hand to Ray. "Join me?"

M'yr repeats thoughtfully, "Apprentice? Huh. He's quite good. Or so it seems from my unschooled mind. I never could get my fingers to work on the gitar, though I have tried." Slowing, he expertly assists her in completing the dance with him, then gives her hand a light squeeze. "It's been my pleasure, Llany. Thank you for the dance! Oh, and as to the serenade, I was actually talking about doing something for the weyr, not meaning my weyr necessarily, though that's possible I suppose." Winking, he takes a step back, glancing about, probably for more wine.

Caitlyn notices that slipped smile, reaching out to lightly touch Zah on the arm. "We're all in the same boat, one way or another. I remember Nolee and I used to meet up in her weyr and do crafts..." A soft sigh, and she too smiles anew at their surroundings. "You're right. We all need some fun, and a dance is wonderful. At least it gives me a reason to wear all this stuff." A raised brow from the bluerider, and then she grins. "I keep hearing more and more about those rascally bronzers of yours. S'kris said he would be surprised if they could hide their antics from him." Her lips twitch into a strange, lopsided little smirk, and then just as suddenly it vanishes back into her more usual expression.

Kayara gives a laugh at Raykini's glare, "What it's fun! And the only way to get the hang of it even more is with practice. As for her being Weyrsecond, people in leadership positions are still people. They just have greater responsibilities than we do. Mind you, I still get intimidated from time to time but I'm getting used to it." She informs him before looking to Kazara, "You've got him there!" She grins. After topping off her glass she notices the Weyrleader seems to be looking for something, probably wine from what she can guess. She nods politely to him, "Would you like a refill Sir?" She asks.

Llany smiles, squeezes M'yr's hand in response, "The pleasure was mine M'yr." she winks and curtsies formally before exiting the dance floor.

Raykini sighs quietly as he takes the hand in his, "Don't blame me then when you smell of fish and your lifemate wonders why you smell that way." he laughs quietly as he starts towards the dance floor. "I don't quite feel so bad then, just be warned, I only just started learning how to dance. I don't think I can do anything fancy."

Zahava flashes a quick smile. "They're not /mine/," she asserts, though she laughs at it. "In fact, there's Zi'ya, over there," she points towards the dance floor where the giant weyrling spins another of the weyrlings through the steps of the dance. In doing so, she spots the Weyrleader free and leans forward to murmur something to Caitlyn before stepping away, threading through the crowd towards him. As she steps up next to M'yr, she reaches out a hand to try to place it against his arm.

"To be honest, I doubt he'd care; as far as he's concerned, anything that smells of fish is music to his ears. Er...nostrils," Kazara amends as she's gently led onto the dancing area. "Your dancing ability's not that important; just move as you see fit, and I'll match you...hopefully without stepping on your toes too much," she adds with a smile.

Caitlyn grins sassily at Zahava's murmur in her ear, the woman then shaking her head a little and grinning wryly at her friend. "Enjoy! ANd tell him he *has* to dance with me too!" she calls out to the Weyrling goldrider, then gathering her gall. On smooth sandaled feet, she swishes over to the towering form of Zi'ya, and re-introduces herself to him (since they met previously at Ista). Soon enough, the oddly shy bluerider is dancing with the giant of a bronzer, grinning and giggling like a girl half her age.

M'yr watches Llany's departure from his side, a contented smile overtaking him. "Ah yes, a good thing.." is muttered, then a wide smile flashes to Kayara. "I seem to have lost my glass, actually, so it's more of a new one than a refill. And yes, I'm splitting words, and the answer is that it would be very nice if you knew where they all went. The glasses, I mean." Za's arm impacts and sends his gaze honing in on her with surprise. "Why, have you found time to get away from the myriad of suitors who have been vying for your attentions, Za?" he teases, seen and heard by that wink and chuckle. "It's no wonder, what with the most beautiful dress in all of Fort. That's definitely new."

Raykini just shakes his head slowly in amusement, "I'm not sure what all this fuss is over a silly fisherman like me, but I'd be happy to dance with you, ma'am. I don't mind if you step on my toes so long as if you don't mind if I step on yours. I'm still a bit clumsy." He grins sheepishly, as he starts in the steps of dancing, mentally counting to himself the same way as Kayara had earlier. "You know, I might get the hang of this if I do it any more."

Kayara looks at Raykini and Kazara before piping up from the sidelines, "I don't know about that Kazara, if you smell like fish he may just be tempted to eat you." She teases, in a rather good mood. Either from the wine or just having fun. When the Weyrleader speaks to her she smiles, "I do believe some were left over at the table there. Let me just get a clean one for you." She remarks and wanders over towards the table. She spots one turned over and unused and picks it up, pouring some dark red benden into it. She then returns to the Weyleader and holds out the glass to him, "Here you go. Good vintage of Bende too." She replies before smiling at Zahava, who seems to be having fun as well.

Zahava wrinkles her nose, over her smile. "I've been chatting with Kassey, Nolee and Caitlyn for the last couple dances," she replies lightly. "And thank you. An early graduation gift from my father," she admits, fingers smoothing the dress. She gives Kayara a friendly smile as well. "Hello," she greets her. "It's good to see you here." She lifts her glass to her lips for a swallow of wine, then recalls Caitlyn's missive and turns back to M'yr. "Caitlyn says you need to dance with her."

Derindrel notices Llany leaving, bringing his song to an end in the appropriate timing. He packs his instrument away as the band strikes the summer tune into a more hopeful note, striding off to follow the Journeywoman for whatever reason.

M'yr gratefully accepts the wine glass from Kayara, rolling the liquid around a few times then sniffing the contents. "I would definitely agree!" A taste seals the agreement as he smiles to her and adds, "Thanks very much." As Za speaks, he drinks deeply of the liquid, smacking his lips approvingly. "Nice aftertaste, definitely Benden, Kayara." Then back to Za, he seems surprised by her comments, "Cait? Dance? I need to dance with her? Sure, but is there a special reason?"

Kazara turns her head to poke her tongue out at Kayara, before she turns back to Ray, glancing down now and then to watch the careful movements of his head. "You count too?" she murmurs, moving her feet slowly in time with the beat, only managing to step on his toes just once.

Raykini laughs quietly and blushes in embarassment, "Well, Kayara did it, and it helped me so..." He trails off, turning his head to the side to try and hide his blush. He winces a bit when she steps on his toes, trying to avoid hers as well as he moves in the beat.

Caitlyn swirls along in the dance with Zi'ya, nodding to her towering companion in places as they chat some, the woman careful to keep her trailing gown in her fist. Her tanned features are only slightly flushed with the exhertion of the fast movements of the dance, which soon enough come to an end - leaving her grinning and thanking the Weyrling with happy eyes. Nodding to something he says, she watches him go to fetch her a drink, moving off the dancing area while the musicians take a break.

Kayara looks over at Zahava and grins, "Thank you. It's good to be here. And how have you been faring?" She asks politely, turning her head just in time to see Kazara stick her tongue out at her. She chuckles in good humor and watches the two dance, "You're both doing great!" She calls encouragement before looking to the Weyrleader and grinning, "You're very welcome. There's more of that too. I'll leave the bottle here." She comments at sets it down at the table. She then glances over to Caitlyn, "We haven't spoken in a while. How have you and your Kintryth been doing?" She inquires.

Zahava shakes her head, "The occasion of a dance and the fact that she's here? But I'm claiming one first," she asserts firmly. But she doesn't seem quite ready to bodily drag the Weyrleader onto the dance floor, turning back to Kayara in time to give her a wave as she moves off to speak to Caitlyn.

Caitlyn is actively engaged by Kayara right off the dance floor, lifting her brows just slightly in a bit of surprise, then smiling at the greenrider. "We've been well, thank you. Always too busy, though. Thread and paperwork make me miss all the free time I gave up to go with the knot." A rough snerk of wry humor, and she inquires, "And how about you and your Zimarath?"

Kazara sways gently, moving with the music, smiling at Ray. "Aww, you're cute when you blush," she says with a chuckle. "You're dancing okay for someone who says they're not very good.

M'yr appears confused then laughs, tipping his glass to down a good deal of the wine. "It seems I need a card to keep track of things! Hmm. Must be the wine - or how much I've consumed at this point and what is to come!" He weaves slightly when he leans over to place his glass on the table while he waits.. for whomever's coming.

Raykini blushes even more at the teasing, "Stop it." He says quietly, "If you don't mind, I think I've had enough for today. I'm going to complete my business and return back to the boat..."

Zahava glances down at M'yr's wine on the table, then places hers beside it. "Don't worry," she laughs. "I'll keep track of it all for you. That'll make it much simpler, anyway. One for me, one for Caitlyn, one for me..." She reaches to try to grasp his hand and tug him towards the dance floor.

Kazara nods. "Sorry if I've disconcerted you, Ray -- I'm just teasing a little," she murmurs. "If you really need to get back to the boat, I won't stop you. You do dance well enough, though."

Kayara waves back to Zahava as she heads off before turning to Caitlyn and smiling, "I'm glad to hear it. We've been rather busy ourselves, though not as much as you it seems." She muses before grinning, "We're doing quite well. We helped to move Ray's ship out of Igen's bowl a few sevendays ago. It's finally back at sea after sitting in the bowl for a couple months. So how are things at Ista?" She inquires. She then looks to Ray, "Well it was fun dancing with you. And we should see you soon." She tells him.

Raykini shrugs his shoulders as he lets his eyes flicker back to the ground at Kazara's words, chewing on the bottom of his lips. "I don't need to get going, but I sent Noyi to father, I told him we'd be late commensing business. I'm sure he'd be happy someone managed to get me do do something silly."

M'yr is snagged, which is probably a good thing since walking has turned a little 'saggy' at the moment, though the music and the dancers spark him back from eyes that are beginning to glaze. Soldreth's not to blame this time, it seems. Standing straight, he offers the beginning dance pose to Za, offering her a coy smile. "Shall we?"

Zahava grins, turning to face M'yr, setting on hand on his shoulder, the other clasped in his. "You lead. I'll follow," she replies with a flash of teeth, head tilted slightly to the side as she catches the beat from the Harpers.

Kazara chuckles a little and nods. "It's good to get out a little to do something out of character. You're not so predictable then. If you'd like to stop, just say so. I won't mind. I wasn't expecting to be on the dance floor, myself."

If Caitlyn could hear Zahava from over here, she be nodding and laughing. But since her attention is taken, thought of dances passes her by. "A boat, In the Weyr bowl?" Cait has to laugh at the image in her mind, her features full of easy mirth as Kayara continues to explain it to her. "Oh, oh wait! Yeah, I remember someone saying how your weyrwoman and her gold *betweened* it there." SHe finally blows through her laughter, nodding at the greenrider. "Now that had to be an adventure!"

Raykini shrugs his shoulders as he looks around, "It's fine. I'll dance with you as long as you wish to dance with me. Just don't mind when I step on your toes." He smiles faintly, shaking his head, "How's Igen? Dusty and full of sand still?"

M'yr finds that hilarious, letting go with a hearty laugh. "No kidding? You're going to let -me- lead this time? How good of you, lass!" Off they go, pivoting about the floor in harmony. "You doing anything after the dance?" is asked potentially much too loudly as several weyrfolk on the sidelines burst out in laughter. Upon M'yr's stare, then hush quickly with hands to their lips, stifling themselves. "I just thought you might want to go over a few maps with me. Y'know, later." Voice taking on a drawl, he focuses on the dance, guiding her to blend in and out of other dance couples. When they pass Kazara and Raykini, he smiles and nods. "Who's with Kazara?" he asks of her.

Kazara grimaces and nods. "Yes, it's still dusty and sandy...but we've recently had a lot of intermittent heavy rain, so the sand's turned into a sort of mud. It's great fun for the kids, but not much help to getting things properly done though." She gets a little more vigorous in her movements as she regains some of her confidence.

Kayara notices the dancers out of the corner of her eye but most of her attention is on Caitlyn, grinning at the memory of the ship, "Yep, sat there for a full two months before we could get it repaired. It was damaged both from going /between/ and from damage due to the storm. It took a while to get supplies in as there's not a lot of trees around Igen." She explains with a mirthful look on her face. At the recollection she grins and gives a chuckle, "Yep with the use of some ropes Rozhenth just plucked it out of the water and /betweened/ it back to Igen. Not something I'll ever forget. Zimarath called her for help when we couldn't lift it. We were just planning on towing it to an island, but Rozhenth had a better idea." She explains, nodding her head in agreement. She then answers the Weyrleader's question, "That's Raykini, a Seacrafter and a friend of mine. He's one of the Seacrafter's Rozhenth rescued." She explains.

Raykini blinks, "Oh, that's wonderful." he says in sarcasim. "I'm glad we got out of there before we got caught in /that/. I don't even know what it'd do to the ship if she was still there." he murmurs quietly as he settles into the dance, seeming a bit more at ease when his dancing abilities aren't on the front of the conversations.

Zahava follows M'yr's lead quite neatly. "I've /always/ followed your lead in dancing!" she asserts, eyeing the gigglers as the receed as she and her partner move across the dance floor. "Afterwards? No. I can't say I do... maps sound... er, lovely." She laughs, finally looking towards Kazara and Raykini, following his gaze. "I'm afraid I don't know either of them," she admits after a beat.

Caitlyn presses a loud giggle soft under her fingers, golden-brown eyes dancing as kayara continues to recollect the tale of the ship in a bottle-neck. "I would've liked to have seen that..." she comment with a smirk, and then her attention turns to M'yr - who sweeps by with Zahava in dance-tow. She points very obviously at the Weyrleader, and calls out to him above the music, "You're *mine* next, bronzer!" then grinning widely.

Kazara shrugs a little. "Some of the older children have started having competitions, mud sculptures and the like. It keeps them occupied, and out of their minders' hair. I think it's clearing up, though."

Raykini shakes his head slowly in amusement, "I'm glad we didn't caught up in that while we were building up the boat again, I don't even want to think how far it would have set us back on repairs. I'm happy we're back at sea. We've managed to start making marks again instead of being in debt all the time. We're still paying off our supplies and things, but we're getting there."

M'yr mmmhmmms, Za-ward, then sends her a lopsided grin. "But that's about all..", his voice falters, cutting off rather abruptly when Cait's voice reaches him. Slowing down, he grudgingly gives up the dance with his partner. "I think I have a commitment to tend to, Za. Will you excuse me? Oh, and always a pleasure to....." Leaning forward, he lightly bumps her head, attempting to whisper something in her ear. Directly after that, he lifts a hand to Cait, but not before grabbing the wine glass and draining it. "Ready!", he calls, the hand still wobbling above his hair.

Kayara chuckles softly and takes another sip of wine, starting to feel a bit tipsy, "Oh I'm sure we'll all be talking about it for turns to come." She muses before looking to Zahava, "So how's Ciath doing?" She asks offhandedly, the wine making her mind wander. She then glances to Raykini and grins, "Well you're back at sea now and that's what counts. And I'm sure you'll be careful to steer clear of storms. And to boot you have Noyi to warn you. Firelizards are pretty good at that." She comments.

Kazara smiles and nods. "That's good to hear," she murmurs, a moment before Kayara inserts her own statements. "It'd almost be like...if Kraznyth broke a leg, or injured a wing. No flying, no working."

Caitlyn appears slightly flabberghasted at M'yr's sudden abandonment of Zahava, the woman flushing deeply under her tan. "Oh, Oh I didn't *mean* you should just up and leave her!" she protests, close to mortified. She looks guiltily to Zahava, cringing somewhat.

Zahava laughs lightly, lifting her hand to rub her temple where M'yr's lightly struck it. "Yes," she says, then steps back, shooing him with her hands, giving him a smile. She waves her hands at Caitlyn's protest, grinning, shaking her head. "No, go ahead," she assures. She retrieves her own glass with a little more flare and restraint, turning to Kayara. "Ciath is well, thank you. Fully grown, possibly, they think. " She glances towards Kazara and Raykini and asks Kayara, "Do you know who they are?"

Raykini sighs quietly as he closes his eyes, "We haven't been able to work, we're in debt. All our income so far has gone to pay off the debt we've racked from fixing our ship." He shakes his head, "You know, I think I'm just going to have fun for a change. I deserve it after all the sharding work we've put into the boat." He laughs a bit, "So, what're you doing over here anyway?"

Caitlyn can't help but still twitching over all of this sudden dance interruption. But she trusts her friend, and moves out to M'yr, sliding into his grasp - still peering over her shoulder to see if Zah wants to strangle her or not.

Kayara nods in agreement with Kazara, thrusting her wine glass into the air, "Exactly!" She agrees, not even sure what she's agreeing too. Looks like the wine has gotten to her a bit. She gives Caitlyn a slightly amused look before turning her attention back to Zahava, "I'm glad to hear it. Full grown already? Wow, she must be pretty big then." She muses before looking to Raykini and Kazara, "Kazara, is actually Igen's Weyrsecond. And as for Raykini, he's one of the Seacrafter's that Rozhenth picked up with the ship. He's also a friend of mine, well they both are." She explains to her.

M'yr firmly takes Cait in his arms, sidestepping out onto the dance floor in a nice, open space. "Oh, don't worry about her, Cait. She'll be fine. I have personal information that she won't behead you!" A laugh that's close to being too loud comes, then he's sending her into a tight, disciplined spin.

"I heard through the grapevine that there was some sort of celebration or other happy occasion happening here, so I figured I'd drop in and see what was up. As a W2, it helps to keep track of what's going on around the world," Kazara explains, shrugging a little, causing her to misstep. "Whoopsie. It's been ages since I've been to anything like this."

Anytime she's glanced at, Zahava will be all smiles for Caitlyn, no sign of imminent strangulation. "Good to know. I should introduce myself, when they're done dancing," she muses.

"I came here on business my father assigned me. But everyone was busy so I setn my firelizard, Noyi, back to rely I'd be late back." Ray steps a bit more confidently, grinning at the weyrsecond. "I didn't even know there was a party, if I did, I'd dress a bit...better. I'm a bit embarassed to be in such a state." He laughs quietly.

Kayara nods to Zahava, "Good idea." She replies and remains hanging back and watching the couples dance. Neji gives a drowsy chirple and she grins and reaches up to scratch an eyeridge, "Good thing Ray sent Noyi off, or you'd probably be hearing a hissy fit right now. For some reason the two don't get along." She muses.

Kazara grins widely. "I'm not exactly dressed properly for socialising either," she says, gesturing at her faded skirt, which sports a couple of holes, and her uniform shirt. "I've never let that stop me before."

Caitlyn looks up reluctantly into M'yr familiar face, ready to give a nod...and then she spun like a top in his hand - the woman squealing almost as loudly as he laughs - unready for it. Good thing he's a better dancer than she is. Soon enough, the bluerider is grinning and dancing in time with the Weyrleader, enjoying herself thoroughly as she glances between him and her own feet, trying to get any proper steps down. "And to think I used to be in the Harper Hall when I was a young teen!"

Raykini nods his head as he lets his eyes roam over the weyrsecond, focusing on her shirt, "At least yours doesn't smell like fish. That tends to put people off. Usually people give me a wide berth after a long time at sea. I don't really smell it anymore." He shrugs indifferently, "Do you want a drink? I'm getting thirsty."

M'yr sends her a hint, "Don't watch your feet, it's easier to fall that way. Just let me lead?" He grins at her, holding her securely as he steps to the beat, weaving in and out of the dance floor pairs. "It all comes back, Cait. See? You're doing great!" Unfortunately, the song ends, the Harpers preparing to play another tune. As the next song begins, he grins down at her. "Thank you so much for the dance, Wingleader! Would you mind if we danced again another time in the future? I've enjoyed it immensely."

Kazara nods in reply. "Yes, another drink would be good. I suppose the Benden's gone... I'll settle for something of a lesser quality if it's not too bad."

Kayara yawns and finds more than anything that the wine has made her drowsy, she leans up against the table and only the music and the firelizard chirpling in her ear keeping her awake. She shakes her head a bit as if to clear it before looking to Raykini, "You get used to it after a while. Honestly I didn't even notice it." She comments, watching the Weyrleader as he's free once more. She had been tempted to ask him for a dance earlier, but hadn't wanted to intrude. Even now she can't quite bring herself to ask, suddenly shy. Instead she looks to Kazara, "There's still some Benden left here. Not a lot, but enough for one glass."

Caitlyn does as M'yr says, enjoying the dance, relaxing in his knowledge of it. ANd all too soon, it ends, and he's saying that...and Cait can't quite supress a petulant look. It's erased quickly in favor of a hopeful smile. "Thanks, M'yr. That was fun! And I'll hold you to another dance some other time." The short Istan gives him an impulsive hug, then a bit of a curtsey, grinning as she moves off the dance floor.

Zahava swallows the last of the wine in the glass she's been nursing, setting the empty glass down on the table. "It was nice to see you again," she says to Kayara as she steps away from her, moving towards the edge of the dance floor.

M'yr manages to snag himself another glass of wine before he begins a careful navigation through those who still remain at the dance. "Do stay as long as you like, and a safe trip home. If you're too, erm, embibed? We have accomodations for guests. Just see Nan." he calls out to Kayara, Kazara, and Raykini when he passes, arm waving to the two who are dancing. "Cait? Perhaps I'll see you at Ista sometime soon!" Banging into a tableleg, he bites his lip to suppress an 'ow', smiling apologetically at those seated at the table.

Raykini nods and stops in his steps, moving to the edge of the dance floor, nodding politely to the unfamiliar goldrider as he passes her. "Wine? I've never had it truthfully. Father's rather fond of it, however. We usually keep a few wineflasks on board when we can afford them. Would you like me to fetch you a glass, ma'am?" He turns to M'yr, "Actually, sir, when it's possible, I would like to speak to you about some business from the Seacraft. I'd understand if it's not tonight, however, I would like to meet with the Headwoman or the Steward in the future."

Kazara follows Ray to the edge, stepping around a couple swirling past. "Yes, a glass would be lovely. There's a little Benden left, so I heard."

M'yr leans to rub his shin, cheeks pink from embarassment. "Seacraft? Interesting. Yes, that would be fine. Unfortunately, I won't have time tonight but do see our Headwoman or Steward before you go. I.. uhm.. yes. Going. Now." Grinning, he turns and leaves the cavern, not too straight in his course, but he does make it out to the bowl.

Kayara yawns and lifts her hand in a wave to everyone, "Zimarath is calling me, so it looks like I have to go. Enjoy your evening everyone." She tells them before heading out to the bowl.

Caitlyn frowns when she too gets a summons from Kintryth. "Shaffit," the woman mutters. "I need to get back and get ready for bed. We have a tough drill tomorrow morning." A wave to M'yr and everyone else, and the Istan finds Zahava once again, scuttling up to the taller goldrider and giving her a hug. "Drills all too sharding early tomorrow morning, Zah. I'm glad I could get up here, even if it wasn't for long enough. Fair skies to you and Ciath!" And she's walking off on quick legs, towards the gaping maw of the cavern.

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