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22-10-01: Lady Trouble
Celira hops down off her cot, smoothing down the fabric of her dress, rather shyly. Reaching a hand up to...

Celira hops down off her cot, smoothing down the fabric of her dress, rather shyly. Reaching a hand up to her hair, she checks quickly to make sure the weave hasn't fallen out, nor the sparkles inserted within. She swirls the fabric around her feet, not really noticing the two other people who are in the cavern.

Relian, curled up upon his cot -- the ultimate in relaxation, and gather avoidance, glances upwards from the hide stretched out upon his lap; attention caught by the sounds about him. "Celira!" he calls, half surprised. "Wow. You look amazing. About to head across to the gather, again?"

Startled suddenly by the voice, Celira blinks up, blue eyes widening as if she were a runner caught in a glowlight. Same eyes soften as she spots Relian glancing at her from his cot. "Hi there...ah, thank you." She shyly ducks her head a bit, reaching up to fiddle with the pearl around her neck. "Yes, but not for long. Care to join me?"

"You're welcome," asserts Relian with a formal nod. "I'm afraid I'm not dressed for much -- " he waves a hand over his every day clothing, "But I'd love to join you, at least for a little while. It'd be fun." His hide is rolled up with a modicum of effort, as he swings around, moving to stand. "Have you been going to the gather often, these past few days?"

[Scene moves to the beach]

Lothar glances from Dami to the glass and back as he quickly drains the wine and sets the glass of to the side, "There we go, no more glass," he comments with a smile as he twirls Damine out in to the middle of the dance floor, he might have been stagering when he was walking, but he moves gracefully as he twirls Damine around dancing to the sound of the tuning up harpers..

Caridwyn is ready and waiting at a discreet spot in the shadows, though what she waits for is yet unknown. The harpers and their tuning get a glance that's close to a glare, though it's more than likely because she's stuck on duty during the festivities. Watching the gather-goers... gather to dance, she sighs, curses certain Gar Lord Holders under her breath, and resigns herself to a long night.

Celira turns to glance at Relian's shoulder. "Ah, so you've Impressed a flizzen! How wonderful!" She peers at his shoulder a bit, noticing the little blue head. "What have you named him?" Feet are silent as they step across the sand towards the crowds of dancing folk near the fire.

N'ano is actually relieved with what Hyti has to say, leading her moreso off to the side "Shards, really? That's--great! 'cause I ain't that good at it m'self... we could just--I 'unno, make fools of ourselves, or sit on the sideline, eh?"

"Parvuli," responds Relian, as he follows Celira's lead across the sand towards the dancing couples. "I don't know how I came up with it, but it seemed like the right name for him." He shifts his shoulder, letting the young firelizard shift upon it, tail wrapping about his neck. "Do you care do dance, Celira? Totally informally, of course."

Damine pouts slightly as Lothar drains the glass, her skirt tightening around her legs for a moment as she's twirled out, then unloosens as she twirls herself back in, still pouting and smiling at the same time. "Y'were supposed to save some of that for me, silly. Ya know... sharing?" She says, making a prod for his side.

Hytiaf wrinkles her nose and blushes a bit. "Ah.. well. We can at least try. How are we suppose to get any better if we always sit out." She smiles a little, gently squeezing his hand and looking back out to the dance area. "It'll be .. a challenge?"

Liesana gets pulled aside by a wildly gesticulating Miner apprentice. "Hmmm?" Hurried and intense whispering ensues, with frequent glances and gestures at Caeryn. At one point, a large rolled hide changes hands, the Harper by now with a smile on her face. The Fortian Journeyman is nodded to, and a light waltz soon sounds out as the journeywoman continues to confer with the apprentice.

Celira turns her head to Relian, lips curving into a smile. With a nod of her head, she replies "Why, I'd love to, Relian." A delicate hand is offerred out to the young man, as she curtsies before him, eyes sparkling from the firelight. "Of course, I hope you can keep up with me." Wink.

Sieryn stumbles in with haste, coming to a halt in the midst of a crowd of dancers, eyes landing on Damine and Lothar for a split second before she twirls around, gazing about the crowd. "Anyone willing to dance?" She queries, not expecting to be heard above the din..

Relian's eyes roll, as he retorts, grasping at Celira's hand, "I'm the son of a holder, remember. We learn to dance before we learn to walk!" His wink is good natured, as he moves to join the dance, his bow soft and made with somewhat of a blush. "We'll see what we can do then, shall we?"

Sinead quietly moves into the beach, removing her jacket and setting it aside as she stands to watch the festivities.

Lothar giggles, yes a real giggle, as his side is poked, "I'm sure we'll be able to find some more," he assures Damine as he continues to dance with her, "Ohh, a waltz" he comments with a smile as he leads Damine in to a waltz...

N'ano nods, grinning as he continues to lead Hyti towards the center a tad "Aye... that it'll be. Alright--" Well, at least he knows where to properly place his hands.

"Indeed we shall." Grinning with the joy of an expected dance, Celira allows herself to be led into the wake of the dancers, then slips her hand around Relian's waist. Her eyes lighten as she notices the tune of a waltz. "Ooo..a waltz was the first dance my mum taught me when I was just 4 Turns..." Her voice trails off as the dance begins.

Lothar chuckles at Damine, "Yes, so more wine would be nice," he agrees, "Need something to keep us going," so he leads Damine in a waltz over to the drinks, grabbing a tall glass of Benden White he takes a long sip before handing it to her waiting for her to get a long sip before spinning her back out on to the dance floor, wanting to catch as much of the dancing as possable..

The waltz continues to float lightly on the still evening air, the Harper's hands passing bow across the strings with easy grace one hopes will be mimcked on the floor, as the three-quarter tempo grows a little more sprightly, though still romantic in pace.

Relian's youth accounts for his imperfect dance, although he leads Celira without hesitation, following the steps of the waltz cheerfully. "You learnt young, then, too, I see," he comments, as his hands move into position, grin broad -- his enjoyment evident. "Four turns, huh? I guess that's what happens when you have a harper for a mother."

Sieryn twirls in her own mild-mannered, quick step fashion, holding up her skirts as she attempts a merry jig to the tunes around her, peering closely at Damine and Lothar every few moments, eyebrow quirking in amusement. "And they set such a wonderful example," She murmurs, moving through the floor, partnerless. "Anyone?"

Sinead stands on the sidelines, watching as the people moved out to dance, the guard simply listens to the music. Ead would blend into the background, if it wasn't for that blue uniform and her bright blue hair.

Caridwyn is still standing in her little patch of shadow, annoyed with being on duty, annoyed at having to watch other couples when her own significant other is conspicuously absent, and annoyed at being at Ista when she feels she should be at Gar, still without a guard leader there. Someone in a High Reaches guard uniform is noted, and the guardswoman nods curtly towards her.

Damine giggles as she gets led to the drinks table, taking a sip after Lothar does. So that wasn't quite what she was aiming for, but she did get something to drink at least. Smiling, she lets herself be spun and led, grinning as she seems happy as can be, keeping her feet as well. Ah. So walking is difficult, but dancing is easy? Kay..

Celira tosses her head back slightly, laugh trickling from her throat. "Indeed! Dance, followed by my first attempt at singing." The flamelight catches the sparkles in her hair, twinkling like starlight. "By the way, I must admit...you do dance quite well, even for being the son of a Lord Holder." A wink is given as her eyes meet his.

Relian retorts with a wink of his own, "Your flattery will send my ego higher than a dragon can fly, if you're not careful." He admits, as he leads their dance, "I can't sing for the life of me, nor play an instrument, although I did *try*. What about you; how are your musical skills?"

Hytiaf reaches up and rests her hand lightly on N'ano's shoulder before he pulls her even closer in a more of a shuffle, rather than a dance. She blushes a little and rests her cheek on his shoulder and places her other hand on the back of N'ano's neck. She could really dance a little better than this, but she didn't want to push N'ano. She shuffles along with N'ano to the beat of the music. "This is nice..."

Dancing is quite easy, much easier than walking, atleast Lothar thinks so as he continues to twirl Damine around, "Ahh, wine and dancing, this is wonderful," he whispers in to Damine's ear..

Sinead looks about yet again and spots a fellow guard. The blue haired girl steps quickly and quietly over towards Ceridwyn, nodding a greeting to her as she continues to watch the festivities. She would rather be guarding than watching, but she isn't.

Matching Relian's moves step for step, Celira shakes her head. "I never did get the opportunity to learn an instrument. I was busy gettin' into too much trouble." Another wink is given. "Didn't I mention? I was Ruatha's official Troublemaker, per the nannies and drudges." Another chuckle escapes her lips.

Damine grins, her cheeks tinting a darker shade of red as she dances happily close. "Don' you mean 'wine, dancing and woman'?" She asks with a little giggle. "I know it's like that for me." Ah... really?

Liesana is still closeted with the Minecraft appy, whispers now occasionally punctuated by quiet... singing? Looks like something's being plotted. Or has been plotted, and needs a Harper to finish it.

So N'ano kinda stinks when it comes to dancing other than a swing... he's trying at least, no? Now it's time to get classy... as the rythm changes slightly, he attempts a 'dip', hopefully without a following tragedy...

"Why am I so unsurprised?" retorts Relian, as he glides about the beach, in time to the music. Giving a rueful grin, he notes, "It suits your persona, somehow, I think. --troublemaker of great proportions, I have no doubt, was you."

Lothar giggles at Damine, "Yes, and women, but that's understood to be included, right?" he inquries as he takes a brief step in the dance back from Dami, his eyes quickly traveling over her body as he smiles pulling her close to him and whispering something in her ear upon which he then places light kisses..

The Fortian Harper continues to coax tunes from his violin, sweet sounds on a spring night. The melody shifts again, this time emphasizing a swirling repeition of notes, perfect for twirling to.

Caridwyn would rather be watching than guarding. No, scratch that. She'd rather be drinking and dancing than guarding. Either way, perhaps they could trade? "Good evening, guard. What brings you so far from the Weyr?" Other than that big obvious Gather right in front of them, of course.

Hytiaf grins as she finds herself held in a dip for a few breaths. She laughs softly under her breath, smiling at N'ano the entire time. When he pulls her back upright, she kisses him lightly on the cheek and whispers. "Thank you for taking me dancing." The beat changes and Hyti eyes the harpers. "want to sit out now?" She was up for another, if N'ano wasn't to uncomfortable.

Damine's cheeks promptly turn an even darker shade as she smiles, ducking her head slightly at the whispered comment. "I said 'woman'. Didn't I? Not 'women'?" Is asked softly, but still at normal hearing level as she doesn't spare looks for anyone around. Yay to oblivious herders!

Celira allows another laugh to eminate from her lips. "Now who's ego is gettin' fed? Careful, Relian, my ego may outmatch yours." Her ears pick up the change in melody, and she releases her grasp from his waist, twirling herself outwards whether he was expecting it or not. Pausing as their outstretched hands are linked, she grins at him, displaying pure enjoyment.

Alrighty, N'ano can certainly work with this swirly twirly tune... it's kinda like a swing--so what does N'ano do? Take control of /this/ dance. At her comment, N'ano chuckles "Sit? But we're just gettin' started!" It's time for a little fun, oh yes it is... Twirling her, he quickly twists her back fluidly... no boo boo's with this one, nope.

Sinead stands besides Caridwyn. "Hmm, just the obvious and a lack of much to do right now. High Reaches is pretty quiet, most are probably here." Ead nods a bit. "Seems the only problem with these uniforms, people get too drunk and fear you'll take their head off, at least that's what I've seen. They're all to afraid to ask you to dance," she nods again as she brushes her blue hair aside.

Lothar grins broadly as he twirls Damine then pulls her back close to him, "That you did," he admits with a smile as he kisses her lightly, what, they're dancing in a crowd of people? Nah, that's just a dream, they're really alone, or atleast that's what he thinks.

Relian almost looses his footing at the change in tempo and melody, saving himself only with a rapid dart after his companion, twirling in and out as best he can. "Then we'll float away on the inflated egos that we know and love, into the sunset--or something." He grins, his own enjoyment ever clearly evident, "I think we dance rather well together, you know."

Sieryn spins, again, randomly, feet twitching as she dances in a solo manner, eyeing Damine and Lothar as she usually does, as her eyes skim the crowd and...land on Turloch. "Turl! Dance with me!" She dives toward him and tugs on one hand encouragingly. "Come!"

Hytiaf laughs a little as her skirts twirl around her and swish as she goes spinning back into N'ano's arms. She grins as she keeps hold of N'ano's hand and lightly rests her other hand on his shoulder again, stepping lively with the music. "Keep dancing this good, and you'll have girls lined up and waiting to be your partner."

Turloch digs his feet into the sand, staring at this /thing/ that has pounced upon him. Or so he hopes. "What???? YOu want me to /dance/ with you?" A crinkle forms on his nose before that face turns into a smile and a wink. "Okay, I guess I'll dance with you. If...you promise me something."

N'ano rolls his eyes, performing yet another swirl with her. When Hyti's back in his arms, he chuckles, "Nah--I'm dedicated to you 'n you only tonight... there ain't no one that's gonna break /this/ dance..." Unless of course, someone came and borrowed her from him... and she went. That'd be another story.

Damine smiles, her skirts billowing the slightest bit with each twirl. Oh she's conscious of the people around.. and'll - probably - keep this to a decent level, but she does indeed kiss Lothar back. Ah. The perfect scenery, yes?

Celira arches a single eyebrow, grinning rather amusedly at Relian. "Don't think I didn't see that recovery, which was quite good, if I may add." Slipping her arm once more around his waist, she steps back in time with the tune of the dance. A nod of her head is directed towards him. "Indeed we do, blush-boy." The mischievous grin returns to her lips at the mention of the nickname.

Sieryn pauses, hands on hips as she stands still, momentarily, and eyes Turloch skeptically. "What? Promise you what?" Ooh, dear...

Caridwyn actually cracks a grin, though it's a very, very small one. "Actually, I'm the lucky one on duty tonight, so there won't be any dancing for me." She glances towards two little boys mock-dueling with swords. "Hey, you two! Knock it off before you poke an eye out!" she barks at them. No particular eye, just *an* eye. Turning back to Sinead, she sighs, shaking her head. "Children," she mutters simply. "I'm sorry, I've been remiss. Guardswoman Caridwyn. Cari or Carid if you find it easier."

Relian rests his right hand upon Celira's shoulder, the other hand holding tight to her free hand, his steps smooth as he attempts to lead rather than be led, across the 'dance floor'. "Your praise is too much, Lady Trouble, too much indeed!" He tosses his head, complicating their movement with the addition of a more complex step, his grin broad and cheeky.

Turloch glances at Sie and smiles softly. "You know what I want. But, I'll just wait until we get done dancing." His arms clasp on to hers as he twirls her around starting the dance up, tossing sand around himself. Who said he would be a great dancer and yet a messy dancer.

Alexander walks to the Gather Meadow.

Yes, the perfect scenery, perfect music, the perfect moment! Lothar continues to kiss Damine for a few long moments before the reality of the situation returns to him, he glances briefly around at the crowded dance floor as he continues to lead Dami but now he's looking for a quick exit.

Sieryn takes Turloch's arm and pulls him closer, glaring at him and the sand before whispering, slyly, "I doubt we could ever outdo /them/." A gesture through the crowds at Damine and Lothar, and she plops her chin on Turloch's shoulder before bestowing a light kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for dancing with me!" She chuckles.

Sure. Like that would happen. It took 25 turns for anyone to notice Hytiaf, so it was entirely doubtful that someone would 'see' her tonight and suddenly decide to dance with her. Besides, N'ano was the one Hyti wanted to be with tonight. "Ah.. well, you're too kind. I actually might send you off to dance with some of the wallflowers just to give them something to buzz about." She grins and keeps up with N'ano's footwork.

Sinead eyes the children, recalling one of the kidlets at the Weyr who happened to have a wooden sword, and nearly did knock an eye out. "You're not the only one who's remiss. I'm Guard Recruit Sinead, Ead if you wish. And you're right there, you are the lucky one. You, at least, have a reason to not be dancing, while I'm just here. Figured I'd come and see what this gather was all about, as I haven't been to many or anything like that."

Quite pleased with herself, Celira's gracefullness leaves her for a moment as her left foot gets stuck in some dried flotham hidden beneath the sand. "Very good, you---eep!" Lady Trouble herself yelps softly as she tumbles right into Relian, blue eyes fluttering wide. Luckily, she manages to prevent the both of them from falling right backwards, but still...they end up rather in close quarters, and she blushes, rather furiously, at that.

Relian yelps, and there's no other word for it, as Celira trips, and he attempts with varied success to ensure that she doesn't fall too far. "Careful there!" is his comment, eyebrows raised, his arms wrapping about her as he attempts to lift her back to her feet. "Lady trouble strikes again."

Alexander appears from the shadows, and taps one of the Sword Kids on the shoulder. "Hey," he suggests softly. "Maybe you ought to try staves or something."

Liesana whistles something to the other Journeyman, who's name is Adrois by the way. He gently eases the waltz to a gentle finish, as Liesana hops up on the stage. "My good gentlemen and ladies... I have a special treat for you this evening... It appears that a group of Minecraft apprentices... You know who you are." A wink. "Have composed a special tune, in honour of their Craftmaster, Caeryn. Now, thankfully for us, they've decided to spare us their singing voices, and have instead allowed us to perform in their stead. So, without furthur ado, may I present 'A song for Caeryn'" Adrois and she confer for a moment, before improvizing a lively tune.

During one twirl, as she seperates herself from Lothar, Damine lets go of his hand, taking a few steps to straighten herself out, taking their allready half-gone glass from the table and trotting off with it, back towards the Hall. Or maybe the gardens? Or.. someplace? Who knows? "Catch me if you caann!" She calls out, still trotting off - without spilling the drink of course.

Celira pulls back a bit shyly, then turns as she hears Liesana's announcement. A glance to Relian, flush slowly fading, she nods towards the table. "Care for a glass or two of Benden white, while the Miners sing their tune?" Her hand gestures towards the table.

Turloch curls his arms around the girl, twirling her in time with the music, yet making her feel as pretty as he possibly can in this new sound of music. His eyes taking a gleam of something forthcoming...

N'ano chuckles, continuing the dance while studying the healer's eyes in the meanwhile "Is that so? Well, what if I don't wanna though?" As Liesana starts speaking, he slows them down, diverting his attention towards her, grinning "Well, this oughtta be interestin', eh?"

Caridwyn takes a moment to shoot a murderous glare in Alexander's direction, just daring him to encourage those kids. "And speaking of troublemakers..." she mutters under her breath. Remembering herself, she nods her acknowledgement. "Well met, Sinead. You're more than welcome to trade spots with me, if only so I can get a glass of wine and a good seat to rest in."

Lothar's abandoned by his love, but he smiles as he dashes after her, but not before snagging a wineskin from the table, "Just you wait, I'll catch you," he calls as he chuckles and follows, "And then I'll ..... " his threat dies as he gets farther away from the crowd and the noice of the music overlays him...

Caeryn blinks slightly from her place in a nice chair. Good chair. Means she doesn't have to do that dancing thing. It would involve finding a male too, which can be annoying...Might soften her or something. And would definately get her behind on hidework if she found a permanent one to keep. But what's this about a /song/...Ummmm....A quick glance around reveals no exits...Darn...

Liesana and Adrois playfully compete in a violin vs. gitar duel of notes, with the crazy senior apprentice going wild on the drums, before Liesana begins to sing, clear soprano with humourous and theatrical inflection.

Tote that bundle, haul that sack,

Firestone will break your back,

Dig it deeper, pile it high,

She won't be happy 'til it reaches the sky.

Don't hang around gathering dust on your clothes,

Like a volcano, who knows when she blows.

It's not an eruption of lava and ash,

But the duty of bagging the firestone cache.

Sieryn smiles even more slyly and snuggles up, feeling very pretty indeed, reaching down to smooth her skirt before wrapping her fingers into Turloch's and moving her feet swiftly. "Do you want to dance," She leans closer, and quirks her eyebrow as she adds, softly, "Or do you want to /dance/.." Two can play at this game, eh?"

Sinead chuckles at Caridwyn's comment. "I'd love to trade places with you, but I don't have a great amount of time. Just came to see what was going on, maybe see if I can get a dance in and then I have to be back." The blue clad Weyrguard also shoots Alexander a look that should inform him not to encourage the children. "Anyway, unless I've messed my days up I actually do have to go on patrol later this evening," she grimaces at that statement. "Though I'm willing to stand here and guard with you while I can."

Alexander smiles angelically at the guardswoman on duty. What did you expect him to do here, dance? He continues to ramble to the Sword Kid. "Yeah, staves are very cool. You know what people used to do with staves? A long time ago, they used to take nasty, disobedient little kids and WHACK 'em with them off the fireheights, just like a baseball! 'Course, they don't do that now." He whistles to the tune of the miner song. "Say, there ARE all sorts of people at this Gather, huh?"

Hytiaf smiles a little and leans against N'ano as she listens to the humorous tune. "I hope.. i never inspire my apprentices to sing to me like that. Suppose I'll have to make Master's status first though." She smiles and resumes her first thought. "because you are a dashing dragonrider, and it would really make the day of any of these girls here, to have a charming young man pick them out of a crowd and dance with them. You could show them off, then their guy friends would get jealous and the girls would be better off."

Caeryn blinks again as the song finishes. Not sure quite /how/ to react. Maybe she should find that hole to crawl into as she stares out into the crowd of a lot of face staring directly at her. Oh dear. It sounds like she tortures them!! She doesn't! Only if they deserve it! And besides, firestone, integral part of Pern! Someone has to do it...She put her fair share in. Fifty tons of firestone a day she mined! Yep...

Turloch moves his feet in time to the moving, moving his fingers out from hers and placing them upon her hips. Fingers squeezing just a tad, before lifting Sie off her feet, twirling about a bit, and then settling her down several feet away from where he picked her up. His lip curls into a half-smile as he takes off again in a fury of dancing.

"And then I'll have 'em up my back... and then some dashin' guy'll pick you up... I'll lose ya, and that'll be that..." N'ano chuckles, letting out a whoot of laughter at the song, shaking his head "Shards... sure glad I was snatched by the healers and not 'em miners!" No offense to them, of course.

After the apprentice's little attempt at a roast, the song grows a little more serious, although still decidedly light. They really /do/ love her after all. A fact that Liesana was assured of. And one reflected in her tone as she sings the next and final verse of the short little ditty. Adrois shifts to a delicate series of tonal variations, and Liesana does her best to follow them. This is /not/ as easy as it looks, people! But the singing continues smoothly, dispite a slight hiccup in the gitar playing.

Hytiaf laughs a little and pokes N'ano in the side... more in reference to the losing her comment, rather than the miner comment. "You really think you could lose me that easily? What? do you think of me as some fickle greenrider?" She grins. She didn't have anything against greenriders, but as long as they were silly, she might as well play with the stereotype.

But we shouldn't be griping, and we shouldn't sigh,

'Cause we know Caeryn's the best Master from far or from nigh,

She keeps the Craft going, she keeps the Craft strong,

And if you think that's easy, your thinking's all wrong.

So, tote that bundle, haul that sack,

Firestone will break your back,

Dig it deeper, pile it high,

But we love our Craftmaster, and we'd never lie!

The song concludes abruptly with a little flourish of notes from both journeymen, and a drumroll by the senior apprentice. Liesana jumps up from the chair she's taken and proclaims "Let's hear it for MasterMiner Caeryn!!"

Relian joins Celira at the table, accepting her offer silently -- and listens quietly throughout the song. He nudges her; "Your songs are better, I think, although I'm quite possibly biased."

Eyes widening, Sie grips onto Turloch's arms as she's lifted, and once her feet are planted firmly onto the ground, she places her hands on his and swings her hips with utter abandon, smiling broadly as she cheers for the musicmakers. "All right!"

Celira pours two glasses of wine, handing one to Relian, and flushes a bit. Her eyes twinkle wickedly however, as she replies "Of course you are. How could you not be biased by a stunning persona such as myself?" Eyes flash with a bit of challenge in them. "Not to mention clever, intellingent, cunning...shall I go on?" She raises her glass to her lips, enjoying the smoothness of the wine.

N'ano raises his own hands, giving a exceptionally loud clapping for the miner, attempting that little whistle through his finger, but seemingly failing at doing so, causing just a bit of drool to dribble down his chin. Eww. "That was--great... but still, wouldn't have ever wanted to be a miner," he grins, shaking his head before commenting to Hyti's last "Well--no, but--it was just a figure of speech or somethin'..." Yeah.

Caridwyn keeps one eye out for Alexander. After all, she's Garish. She knows where he lives. Startling herself with a soft burst of laughter, she shakes her head. "No, I should be fine. I wouldn't make anyone else stand a double-shift." And she has the aching feet to back up her words. "On that note, I should probably start making rounds. It was nice meeting you, Sinead. Best of luck on your shift." With that, she's off.

Turloch squeezes Sie's hips a bit more before whistling for the musicians and the miner. He leans close towards her ears and whispers a seductive little tidbit in her ear about throwing her around the dance floor if more music decides to appear.

Caeryn stops in the middle of her escape attempt as the song continues. What? More torture. About how she blocks them in caves? A slight sniffle can be heard. Just tryin' to do what's best for her Apprentices. Really. As the rest of the song continues a little tear appears. What? The CraftHead is showing a little bit of emotion. Never. The nearest Miner Apprentice is grabbed and given a fierce hug. They do love her. Aww...The poor Apprentice alas appears scared mindless of his encounter and immediately runs for cover as soon as let loose.

"No," responds Relian glibly, winking his good humor. "I think I've heard enough. Shall I go wretch in the water?" He accepts his glass, holding it carefully in one hand, then raising it to his lips.

Hytiaf applauds herself, in her own quiet way. She then wrinkles her nose and smiles at N'ano. She just shrugs a little. "Ah.. well. I suppose we could just stick together. Its not like anyone's going to cut in. Then, maybe later, we could go for a walk?" She smiles and leans a little closer as she waits for more music to start.

Celira's jaw drops in mock indignation. "Insolent whelp! Ugh!" Eyes flash humorously as she whacks him gently upon his arm with her free hand. "Tcha. A lady can't get any respect these days." Wistfully, she shakes her head, a forlorn expression on her face. "Where can I find a gentleman, someone who can properly respect a lady?" Woeful sigh, accompanied by mock fluttering of her eyelashes.

Relian attempts to shove his arm away in time, and fails, pretending to look sulky. "Meanie," he retorts, avering notably, "I'll get you back for that, I will!" Downing another sip of his one, the young man sinks into silence, broken by a roll of the eyes; "That kind of man doesn't exist, I swear it."

Sieryn widens her eyes a bit further at the whisper, tapping her feet as she leans close to Turl and whispers something interesting of her own, planting a long and glorious smooch on his lips once again, and darting from foot to foot with glee.

Adrois, being a harper, and therefore a horrible flirt, gives Celira one of his more charming stock smiles. "My dear lady, don't listen to your companion... The sort you seek is right within your grasp... Shall we play you a tune?"

A haven is a haven, and Sieryn is, albeit reluctantly, forced to leave hers and bundle up against the harsh realities of Real Life.

Liesana watches the antics of the crowd for a long moment, a chuckle escaping as the Caeryn-hugged apprentice runs for cover, before shaking her head at

Adrois, flashing a wave to the entering Remy, and setting about coaxing a reel from her gitar.

Celira nudges Relian's arm, teasingly. "And how would you know, hmmm?" The final sip from her glass is taken, and she sets it down upon the table. Turning towards Adrois' request, her eyes brighten, though that may also be due to the potent effect of the Benden white. "Why yes, dear Harper. Please, choose a tune that would befit a forlorn lady as myself!"

For once this thief doesn't drown his body in the thick leathery folds of ginger duster.. Instead, looking almost sharp in a half-tight black tunic shirt and wherhide pants of black as well.. Out to kill. Mwhaha.. Ladykiller is on the prowl! Or so poor Remy might like to protray.. Pity him.. He's a pathetic person...cute... but.. pathetic. Two ladies do, however, cling closer towards the thief, a little stumbling green and a more.. ahem.. arrogant Brat gold.. BRAT BRAT! (is bricked.) Caeryn is nodded to seeing the wave from her, and simply stalks the outter areas of the beach.. Yes yes... prowl prowl.. maybe even for a pouch of marks.

Callianna walks along the shifting white sand, keeping her distance from the dancers. She settles on the outskirts of the gathering, watchng the milling crowd and absently stroking the bronze on her shoulder.

Relian's eyebrows raise at Adrois' comment to 'his' companion, although he grins broadly, taking another sip from his glass. "At least someone is capable of satisfying this woman, here!" He nudges Celira in response, "I just know."

N'ano leans his own head upon Hyti's, nodding as he does so "Aye--that sounds like a plan... walks are good," as is the rest, but well, that's not the subject at hand, really. "Just tell me when 'n we can go, eh?" he suggests, leaning off her for a moment as he states the latter.

Hytiaf laughs a little and wrinkles her nose. "Are you that anxious to stop dancing?" She laughs a little more and releases N'ano to step a little further out onto the dance floor. "Come on.. at least one more?"

N'ano grins, shaking his head "No no! I never said that--I was just sayin'... y'know, when you're ready to skip outta here, just tell me, really, that's all!" And to start another topical conversation, he asks "Night night, eh? Better than last--that rain."

Adrois gives a grin most decidedly without innocence. "Satisfying a woman? I'm capable of that, naturally... OW!!" As another journeyman tosses a rock at him, clipping the back of his head. "Raneil, /do/ go stick your head in some archives." He advises, a little sourly, to the tall fellow grinning at him. "But, my dear lady, excuse my diversion from you... Would a reel raise your spirits? It appears the lovely Liesana is attempting to start one." Ignoring any derisive comments from the journeywoman, the Fortian fellow picks up his violin once more. Or, as it's playing a reel now, a fiddle.

A /small/ rock.

Celira says nothing, but simply glances at Relian from the corner of her eye, a smirk upon her lips. "Heh. I won't grace that comment with a reply, blushboy." Regardless, the smirk melts into a smile, and she laughs at the Harper's reply. "Why of course, my dear Harper. A reel it is!" Turning to Relian, she offers her hand out once more. "Ready for another go 'round, if you have the energy?" Hah! Another challenge.

"Energy?" retorts Relian, already on his feet, a wink sent towards the harper -- it's a thankful one, perhaps, amused -- as he moves to grasp Celira's hand. "A reel it is, Lady Trouble, and without a doubt -- this one's for you."

Hytiaf smiles a little and reaches out for N'ano's hand, wanting him to start dancing again while the reel was playing. "Sure.. .its a nice night. a very nice night. Not to hot.. and not too cold. I'm not chilly at all." Hyti rolls her bare shoulders at N'ano for a moment, before just grinning at him. "dance?"

Liesana obliges Adrois with a suitably derisive comment. In drumcode again. Although apparently it strikes home, even in translation, as the man's ears turn slightly pink. Pleased with herself, the chestnut-tressed Harper sets about laying the framework for a tune involving fancy footwork indeed. Spotting Remy prowling, she decides to do her best to keep him honest a little longer by calling out above the rhythmic beat that "You're not out dancing yet, Remy-boy? I though you'd have a lady on each arm by now!"

N'ano dances, quite pathetically to say the least--at least that's what the current tune leads to, but it's something--different. It's different footwork indeed and quite interesting. Now lets just see how well Hyti can keep up with him.

Sikkyen idly strides in. Pushing dark 'locks away from odd eyes, the 'hand searches the crowd for a familiar face; he gives a slight wave to Liesana, before grinning and weaving his way o'er to a seat. Feeling oddly elated - for some strange reason - the young man watches the dancers with a quirk'd brow and a strange grin.

Nodding her head to N'ano and Hytiaf in passing, Celira allows Relian to lead her out onto the dance floor. "We'll see if you can put your feet where your mouth is, so to speak." She's feeling a bit more spritely, the wine coursing through her. The clever smile returns, and she slips her arm around him once more. "In fact, I'll -let- you lead, for this dance!"

Eyes of carmine narrow to dangerous slits, turned away from his pray of some pouch-heavy Tillek man to Liesana... Dangit... The woman constantly picks the wrong times to call him. Sweatdrop. His dark auburn hair has been tied back, save for the long stands of bangs swept against his cheekbones.. "Ah' do, Liesana, dear... " Nudging a finger skywards towards the pair of firelizard 'ladies'.. They're ladies.. the only ones willing to stick with him 24/7.. Despite him not wanting them too. The man's blue firelizard perched on Remy's prey's shoulder turns, spying the potential thief and gives a warning hiss.. Although this is quickly silenced and alertion to Remy possibly ripping someone off is adverted by a quick series of scoldings from Scorpio.

Relian swings Celira into position, his arms grasping hold of their handholds -- that is, holding her in a position where they should -- retorting, "Oh, you'll *let* me, will you? Your generosity is touching, let me say. What happens if you tire before I do, mmm? Shall we have a little bet?"

Jadelyn Looks around and finds a nice spot to her self by the side

Hytiaf keeps on her toes, attempting to keep up. She wasn't able to keep all the steps, but she did keep up well enough to keep from stepping on N'ano's feet. Infact, she only drops a few steps here and there an manages not to hinder N'ano in the least. She smiles, enjoying the dance. "Ah.. see? you are good."

Jadelyn is watching everyone dance

"I've occasionally been called generous." Celira leans in to whisper into Relian's ear "Just don't tell anyone, okay?" Leaning back, she ponders his offer for a moment. "So I accept your wager. And the prize?" Aquamarine eyes flicker with challenge at the bet.

Callianna sghs and rises from her wood perch, brushing the sand off her klah colored trowsers. She castes a last glance back at the dancers then slowly weaves her way across the stretch of white beach

N'ano shakes his head, slowing down slightly before he dies of exhaustion "No I ain't..." See, no egoism there, eh? "You're the one goin' good there!" he chuckles, pointing down at Hyti's feet "See?" He'll just be complimental tonight.

Relian's eyebrows raise, and he commends, "Then you are truly an amazing woman, let me say." His mirth, and his somewhat wry commentary, is smouldered down to a mere moue of consideration, as he swings CElira through the dance. "What do you want, as a prize, Lady Trouble?"

Liesana is pleased with herself again. Wrong time for Remy is the right time for /her/. She may turn a blind eye to the origins of some of his trinkets, but really, stealing right in front of her is a good way to give the poor legist moral qualms. So dooon't do it. Or distract her first. Like a tricky section of the reel is doing now, Harper giving nothing more than an absent nod, before bending her head to the strings, concentrating as Adrois laughs. "Oh /do/ be quiet... I'd like to see /you/ try Court Law." she mutters, as the notes swirls around her and into the night air.

Jadelyn sways softly to the music rembering times long pased

Hytiaf grins. "you're just saying that because I haven't stepped on your feet yet." She grins and wrinkles her nose, continuing to follow N'ano's slower pace. "Oh.. we .. we should probably go for our walk soon, before we get to tired?" She would wear out before N'ano did. He was the one that haulled firestone sacks around. he was definately more physically fit.

Celira considers what exactly she /would/ want from the blushboy, though her steps never falter from the reel. "Hmmm...what would I want...how 'bout..." and she matches her own bright eyes with his "...a rose. A white one. Perfect as you can find it." She looks up at him...what did he /think/ she would say?

Relian is apparently much relieved by this request, and nods without hesitation. "A rose it is, if you can beat me. And if I beat you--I'll settle for just the satisfaction of doing so, because I know that there's no doubt of *this* outcome."

N'ano nods his head, ceasing the dance for the time being "Aye... sounds good." Nah, he'd probably wear out before her... after all, all that firestone tossing practice was a few turns back in weyrlinghood... now he just catches them! Kinda slims down on his cardiovascular. "Shall we then? Lead the way!"

Celira huffs rather derisively at him. "Who has the rather large ego now, Lord Blushboy?" Nevertheless, the wine is beginning to get to her a bit, lightweight that she is. Her steps remain true, though, even if her focus begins to waver a bit. Noticing the couples drifting off, she wonders if the Gather is officially beginning to end. In its own way, of course. "Hmm, I expect the rose to have petals of the most pristine white about them, and thornless too, just for your info." Grin.

Adrois gives Liesana a look of pure evil teasing, one which comes off surprisingly well, despite his chin being pressed against his fiddle. "Court law? Now, that's a good bit different from the 'Court'ing that I'd prefer to be doing... Speaking of which, has that artist of yours spoken up yet, or should we make him jealous...?" Dream on, Adrois, dream on. And on goes the reel, Fortian beginning to stepdance in place a little bit. Showing off, but he's rather good at that.

Jadelyn watches with mild amusment at then events hapining in front of her eyes.

"Thornless, my goodness," is Relian's comment; his wine indulgence has been little, and he's still quite on top of his senses. "You *do* ask a lot, my dear, but I will see what I can do, should the need arise. -- And I certainly don't have a large ego. I'm merely matching your own, step for step."

"I do not ask a lot, only what a stunning lady as myself is du---" Words are cut off as Celira, yes Celira, stumbles once more, right into Relian. Luckily, she does manage to prevent herself from toppling them both over. "Faranth...I seem to be a bit of...a lightweight, eh?" Blinking, she looks up at him apologetically. Oh my, is she...intoxicated? Noooo...not her....

Relian grasps hold of Celira, attempting to steady her. "Shall we--head home? I think you might be right, and I don't want you to get in trouble, or anything." He glances at her, hesitant, his foot scuffing at the ground.

GROWL. A simple stare, baleful at that, is locked on to the man's blue. Scorpio resting on Remy's shoulder keeps her eyes on him, keeping the little blue silent from telling on the thief as Remy quickly relieves the man of his mark pouch. SCORE! Ya.. they get to eat.. Taking a few marks from the pouch, and depositing them in his own pouch clipped to his belt, he merely drops the half-emptied pouch back in to the man's pocket. Whee.. He's slick..really... Remy slinks away from the old Tillek-er, smirking all the way.. La-da.. He's good! He wants a bubbly now X_x

Celira waves her hand lightly at him, the smile reappearing on her face. Yes, she can maintain as much dignity as possible at the moment. "Shards, Relian...I can make it home myself...don't let me pull you away from the festivities, if you wish to stay." Eyes looking up at him, she steadies herself against her. Of course, she would like for him to accompany her back to the Weyr, but that, my friends, is a thought that shall remain unspoken.

Relian squeezes Celira's hand, head shaking, "Not at all. I don't trust you to get home by yourself -- and that's not an insult, or anything. 'sides which, it'd be no fun, without you." With that, tossing a nod about the group, he moves to lead her away.

Celira hums softly as she walks off the beach towards the courtyard.

You walk off the beach towards the courtyard.