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Post by Neou and Korint on Mar 22, 2004 19:04:26 GMT -5
"Pleasure to meet you A'den. As K'roi told you, I am Neou, newly Impressed of gold Elenath." Giving a short bow, she watched the rider's retreating figure with some longing, and then a sigh. Ah well, he was a figure she would never get, was he not? And it would do no better for the bronzerider to see that it was clearly another's company she wished, not his own. Well, gentle flirting with who she wished had never hurt Neou, nor would it ever, or so it seemed. "I am sure you belong here. You Impressed a bronze, did you not? We all have those feelings. When I first arrived at the Harper Hall," Neou's eyes darkened briefly, as painful memories flashed across her mind, "I did not feel that I should be there. But one made it possible, and he made sure that I did grow comfortable again." Neou's eyes again darkened in sorrow. Who that was now lay dead, having had his body sent out over the sea. Alas, but sad memories would do her no good now.
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Post by K'roi-A'den-Devyn on Mar 22, 2004 22:26:56 GMT -5
A'den was a very empathic lad, and as such, he could sense the weyrharper's slight distress. Now, it made him feel guilty to have brought along these feelings, no matter their real cause. For it was his thoughtless words that had brought up her own reply, was it not? "Thank you... for your ensight." the young weyrling said, hands twiddling behind his back. "Maybe... I don't so much as not belong...as I feel so out of place. It...was really only about a week ago that I would have served at this ocasion instead of relishing in the festivities..." In fact, he knew many of the drudges that had brought the food for this feast, and he knew now, that they would really never be close friends again. There was a breach there now, even if A'den didn't want to acknowledge it. His friends would feel as out of place consorting with him as with any other rider.
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Post by Harpertrue on Mar 22, 2004 22:31:26 GMT -5
Felle sighed inaudibly, he picked the notes to a slower song then last time. He closed his eyes almost lazily. He had to start again, there were people in the crowd that wanted to dance, and they were getting agitated. Fiedka rubbed his soft small head against the Harper's cheek, thrumming happily.
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Post by Neou and Korint on Mar 22, 2004 22:38:18 GMT -5
Neou nodded with symphathy once. "Long ago, well, about ten Turns, I was in your position. But a marvelous event occured, and I was taken to the Harper Hall. This is a marvelous event, and you should make the best of it. Socialize. Go after a lass you might have fancied before but were otherwise unable to speak to, due to either your position or lack of courage. You are a bronzerider now. Your dragon can, and will I wager, fly any dragon in the Weyr he so wishes to. Do not let petty obstacles get in your way." Neou chanced a grin, one of her strange little half-grins that made her face appear so lopsided and even more mis-matched. "Now, if you will excuse me, I must go play my bouts again. I do not think Felle would appreciate not being able to take a break." Shrugging once as if it meant little to her, Neou returned to where her fellow mute Harper was, and picked up her gitar. No, not her own. Lemel's. "I am back, if you wish to take a break after this song."
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Post by Harpertrue on Mar 22, 2004 22:47:42 GMT -5
Felle opened his eyes and smiled thankfully. It was kind of her to let him take a break, not that he needed one really. Ah, he could find something to do, and Fiedka had a hungry look in his eyes. He ought to feed the little crystal. He nodded to her, closing his eyes again. He gave a small, slightly stifled yawn, as if bored.
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Post by Neou and Korint on Mar 22, 2004 22:51:17 GMT -5
Neou quirked one eyebrow upwards, but otherwise said nothing. All humans had their, differences shall we say, and if Felle wished to be bored, then so be it. "But do not take too long of a break! Can't have my fingers played off." Winking, Neou turned his slow tune into another sprightly one, sadly her favorite. Well, this was not a night she was to be partnered for the toss dance, which seemed to lead many couples into vanishing into darker poritions of the Weyr. Why? It was not as intimate as others, yet it seemed to have that affect. A grin of pure insolence upon her face, Neou quickly made the tune even faster, fingers fairly flying across the gitar strings. "Any of you dare to keep pace with me on the pipes or anything else?" Her challenge clear, she waited, a mischevious glint again in her eyes. Shakespeare and Titania now fought for her shoulder space, almost causing her to falter several times. Felle could play all the slow dances he wished. Hers would have some spirit to them.
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Post by Harpertrue on Mar 22, 2004 22:59:18 GMT -5
Felle's shoulders shook with silent laughter. Maybe he'd stay for one more song. After a few moments of watching her fingers he caught up. There was a sort of half smile on his face as he watched his own fingers. His gaze was cast on the crowd, looking to see if anyone would take Neou's challenge. If anyone did, then he'd take off. Otherwise he'd stay the whole song, keeping pace.
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Post by Neou and Korint on Mar 22, 2004 23:04:27 GMT -5
"Come now? No one?" Tone tinged with laughter, Neou caught Felle's silent laughter and took it as a good sign. Well, it was always nice to have another Harper accompanying her. "This is an easy pace. No one is up to the challenge?" Finally she felt a weight upon her shoulder, which meant one of her firelizards had won out. Looking up briefly, away from the crowd, she saw the merest glimmer of a golden tail hanging over her shoulder, mixing with golden strands of hair. "So you did win! Good job Titania. Where is Shakespeare though?" A sudden pressure upon one boot alerted her of the firelizard's whereabouts, and she gave a small sigh. "A handfull, you two. Then the others are even worse." Still waiting for any to take her challenge, Neou added a fresh one for those who were not instrumentally inclined. "I will give a mark to whoever can last the whole toss-dance song!" In Pern's history, rarely had one been able to. It was difficult, and left many breathless and panting upon the floor, though in good spirits.
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Post by Feline Protector on Mar 23, 2004 10:24:22 GMT -5
Ruvna raised and eye at Neou's statement and asked K'roi. 'Well, shall we try and last the whole song? Since we do not know how, it might prove, interesting, in the least, eh?'
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Post by K'roi-A'den-Devyn on Mar 23, 2004 11:58:02 GMT -5
The bronzerider chuckled. "Indeed it should. Perhaps it won't be so obvious as we fear it will though." He said, reaching up to take hold of her hands, and begin a step to the rather fast paced beat, which, Neou had already confessed, was so on purpose.
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Post by Feline Protector on Mar 23, 2004 13:19:01 GMT -5
She took his hands and joined in the step. 'At least if we fall over in this dance it would be alright.' She smiled as she felt the music flow through the dancers.
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Post by K'roi-A'den-Devyn on Mar 23, 2004 13:25:33 GMT -5
"Too true." He agreed with a grin, stepping to the beat, and closing the distance between them while circling the both of them about the floor.
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Post by Feline Protector on Mar 23, 2004 13:39:48 GMT -5
She smiled and danced faster, not resisting his tug. Her feet seemed to have their own mind of their own.
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Post by K'roi-A'den-Devyn on Mar 23, 2004 13:44:46 GMT -5
The rhythm of the music certainly was fast enough, and K'roi's disputable amount of dancing ability was having problems keeping up with it. However, he was trying his best, and his body was beginning to move more fluidly to the music, rather then him tactlessly trying to match movement to beat.
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Post by Feline Protector on Mar 23, 2004 13:46:59 GMT -5
"Hmm...we seem not to be tripping, yet." She smiled again, becoming more at ease with the dance and the pace.
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