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Post by Jammi on Jul 22, 2010 14:14:15 GMT -5
His twin's snorting laughter was the final straw. All his anger at the destroyed food turned to something a bit more entertaining. Swiping a glob of some undescribable foodstuffs, D'mar too careful aim. Then his own laughter trickled with his sister's as the glob found it's mark. Smack in the middle of his sister's smiling face. Eyes wide, mouth gaping, Cheriss's laughter turned to a squeal.
Grabbing a handful of something handy, Cheriss decided to finish what her green rider of a brother had started. The handful almost made it to join the splatters on his tunic, but at the last moment someone stepped in the way. A sqeak came from Cheriss's direction before her twin hollered, "Food Fight!"
Another squeal of joy escaped from Cheriss as she made another missile. Ducking she lobbed it at her mess of a twin.
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Post by sorra on Jul 22, 2010 14:36:22 GMT -5
S'tex stared in surprise when D'mar threw food at his sister. He had never expected a feast like this. He jumped in surprise when Cheriss accidentally hit him in the shoulder. "Food fight huh?" he asked with a smile, looking around at his fellow werylings. He soon threw some toward Calyssa and J'sen before lobbing another bit at K'von. He was careful not to hit F'har though.
G'fal was surprised by the sight that he saw. He had never been at a feast quite like this. He knew he should really stop them, but at the same time it was helping them release the tension that they had all just suffered. He decided to just wait and make sure it didn't get too out of hand.
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Post by fellis on Jul 22, 2010 17:12:21 GMT -5
M'lym could barely belief his eyes as the two bronzeriders circled each other. "Insanity indeed," he growled at Meera's remark. It was like his conversation with G'rett had never happened. Part of him wanted to step in, but maybe it was better to let this play out. A fistfight was relatively harmless, it wasn't like they were going to kill each other. Still, the bronzerider was tense with worry as he watched the pair fight. He could feel himself getting a headache, his usual response to stress. When E'lon was knocked over, he almost saw red. M'lym ran to his son's side. Fighting amongst themselves was one thing. Endangering weyrlings was quite another. If one of the weyrlings got knocked unconscious, their dragon might panic and even go between.
"Are you okay?" he asked, helping E'lon to his feet and dragging him away from the direction of the bronzerider's blows. E'lon rubbed his elbow, having knocked it against a table as he fell.
"I think I'm fine," he said, glaring at the two bronzeriders. What's wrong? Are you hurt?[/color] Danuth was awake, startled by the sudden feelings of anger and pain coming from her rider. E'lon shook his head. It's nothing, just stupid bronzeriders looking for attention again, he told her sourly. He looked at his father, not feeling annoyed with him for once. "I hope Iverasth wins Chandrath's Flight. We can't have one of these sharding hotheaded riders leading the Weyr," he said.
M'lym was surprised by E'lon's words, never having expected him to say something like that. Before he could formulate a reply, a flying projectile hit the front of E'lon's tunic. It took him a moment to realize that the glob used to be part of the feast. "No! This is my best outfit!" E'lon cried, looking down in horror.
Shards, now he looked like he was going to cry. Suddenly pummeling someone didn't sound like such a bad idea. "Stop this madness!" he yelled, bellowing across the hall. "You're ruining people's clothes and moods. And think of all the people starving in their Holds because they're too sick to work the fields. This is disgusting." Scowling, he pulled his son by the arm to the refreshment table, grabbing a napkin. Dipping it in a jug of water, he tried to clean off E'lon's tunic.
"Stop it, I'm not a child," E'lon muttered, taking the napkin. This was turning into one nightmare of a feast.
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Kia was going to say something about her own Impression, but it looked like that story would be for another day. It was just as well, since she didn't want to relate all the details about how heartbroken she had been before her Impression.
"I can't believe you're encouraging this!" she scolded C'olt when he placed a bet on the fistfight. She shook her head as she watched. This feast was quickly deteriorating, and things only got worse when food starting flying.
When C'olt suggested that they take the party elsewhere, it was tempting, even though she was kind of annoyed with him at the moment. "Are you sure you want to leave the fun?" she said sarcastically. She glanced at Lyrensa, wondering what the younger weyrling thought. Kia almost felt protective of her, and thought it might be a good idea to get at least one weyrling out of this chaos. "I think it would be a good idea to leave, myself," she said.
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V'lain was just walking inside when the food fight began. He had taken forever to get ready, since his younger siblings kept bothering him. Now the siblings and parents were talking to some other weyrling's family members, and V'lain was free to go. He dodged flying bits of food, scowling. This was so uncivilized!
"Shard it, I bet this is as bad as South Sands public house!" He exclaimed, finding Shera and grinning at her. "Congratulations, by the way..." It didn't take him long to notice how she was dressed, which was no different from when they had been Searched together.
"Hey...I don't mean to be rude, but my mother is a tailor, and I think she would be willing to make something for a friend. She could take your measurements after the feast," he offered. V'lain didn't like to see people badly dressed, especially someone that he considered a new friend.
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 22, 2010 17:26:42 GMT -5
Toniel watched as Tesni checked the bronzerider over, taking the time to compose herself once again. It is hard to get the runners back into corral once they've already escaped, much easier to keep them contained, as her mother had told her before. Emotions, she found, were no different and now that she had finally cracked enough to let them show, shoving them back in and patching up the break was going to be very difficult. And like a shattered vase, even when you have all the pieces, the evidence is still there.
When Tesni mentioned that someone should stay with Q'del that evening, her gaze flicked upwards to the queenrider, who had by now schooled her expression to a calmness. Not necessarily serene, but no longer angry. She nodded in a carefully measured fashion, afraid to let one single muscle twitch out of place lest it lead to another outburst. "I will stay with him," she said in her soft voice. Good. All traces of her former fury were gone. That was much better. But soon the call of "food fight" rang in her ears. A flicker of annoyance passed over her eyes and she placed a hand on Q'del's shoulder. "Do you want to stay or would you rather go? I could ask a drudge to bring up some food," she offered.
Lyrensa was distracted from something Kia was about to say by the sounds of tense voices. C'olt boldly placed a wager on G'rett. "I don't know about that...I think Q'del could take him," she managed before Kia's scold made her wince slightly. She was right. They really shouldn't be sanctioning such violence at a feast, even if it was interesting to watch.
Instinctively, Lyrensa ducked and covered her hair as someone yelled "Food fight!" When her quick glances showed her that the food was flying elsewhere in the room, she uncovered her head and nodded at C'olt's suggestion. "I think we could have more fun elsewhere," she said without thinking, then realized that with the looks she'd been giving C'olt, her comment didn't sound as innocent as it was. A light flush appeared on the Healer's cheeks and she stood hastily. "Let's go then," she said.
When food began to fly across the room, F'har backed well out of the way, nearly tripping backwards over a bench. Thankfully he caught his balance before he could fall and turned around to walk carefully through the tables. He didn't want to get involved in a food fight, even though it looked like so much fun. He didn't want to bump his arm and he really would rather not get mashed tubers or any other kind of food on his tunic. So he sat down well away from the excitement and ate his food, drowsiness pulling at his eyelids.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 22, 2010 21:34:35 GMT -5
Junior Weyrling J'sen
J'sen instinctively ducked as the food projectile was flung in his direction and chaos ensued once again. He looked at Calyssa, then shook his head. He just had to grin. "It doesn't get any better than this, does it?"
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Senior Weyrling / Journeyman Healer C'olt
C'olt shook his head and just grinned as Kia scolded him for betting on the fight, with Lyrensa wanting to bet on Q'del. No sooner did he scoop up his winnings - though it could hardly be called that - did the call for a food fight ring out and once again the dining cavern was turned into a free-for-all. Ducking to avoid some food thrown in his direction, as he really didn't want to ruin his doublet, he quickly rose to his feet and stayed low. "Let's go, then. I think continuing the party in our own fashion is just what the Healer ordered." Spying an unopened bottle of wine, C'olt quickly grabbed it and did his best to hide it, giving Kia and Lyrensa a surreptitious wink.
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Bronze Rider G'rett
Hearing the knock on the door, he rose to his feet and walked over to open it, only to see Quindara. He sighed. "I owe you a huge apology, Quindara. I should have never stepped in like that, but we all know your brother and I had a bit too much to drink at the Feast. I couldn't just sit there and do nothing while he accused us of forcing Artemth to Rise too soon or cause her to go between just because of what we were doing. Faranth, even Toniel accused me of being with you for the sole reason of my wanting to ascend to leadership. I don't want any sort of leadership. I just want you because I love you." He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose and his eyes with a thumb and forefinger. "I gave B'selion temporary command of Stardust for the next sevenday and grounded myself. It was stupid of me to act the way I did, and it's certainly unbecoming of a Wingleader." G'rett lowered his hand and looked into Quindara's eyes. "I can't say I won't blame you if you hate me right now. But shard it, Quindara, your fights are my fights. My fights are yours. We either stand together or we fall together, and I'll never stop loving you."
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Post by Kit on Jul 22, 2010 22:52:50 GMT -5
When the food started to fly, of course K'von was right in the middle of it, though he was careful to make sure he only hit people who were already throwing food. Faranth only knew what would happen if he hit the Weyrwoman or something. He was having the time of his life, but when he heard M'lym yell, he put down his food, feeling shamed. He didn't think Cernuoth would approve either, the brown seemed like a serious and mature dragon. Looking around, he saw his brother well out of the line of fire, and M'thos hiding under the table.
He ducked his under. "C'mon M'thos, Lets go where F'har is. It looks a little safer." The two weyrlings ran over with heads ducked. Luckily no one seemed to notice. "You all right F'har? It seemed like fun at first, but I think M'lym had the right of it anyhow. Its a waste." Of course, K'von's firelizards thought it was great because they were picking up all the scraps from the floor and stuffing them into their greedy little mouths. At least Cinaed and Araceli were. Nereus was scolding them for it.
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Meanwhile Q'del look gratefully up at Toniel, surprised she'd offered to stay and more surprised by the touch on his shoulder. "I think we'd best get out of here. With my luck, I'll get brained by a flying tuber or something," he said wryly as he pushed himself off the floor. Whoa..he felt a little dizzy...he put his hand on Toniel's shoulder to steady himself and the feeling passed after a moment. "Thank you, Toniel, for your help," he said, with feeling. "Shall we go? It would be a shame to ruin your lovely dress."
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Cybele just sighed at the food fight that had started at the weyrling's table. "I suppose a food fight it better than a fist fight," she said resignedly to T'tarel. "This feast is such a disaster. The holders will be complaining about this for Turns." She drank another glass of wine.
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Arktos smiled and put his arm around Kiyoni's shoulder. "Its all right love, I was just commenting on the wine." The servers brought plates of food over, everything looked good. He heard the shout of food fight, and almost instinctively started to duck before realizing it was way on the other side of the hall, where most of the weyrlings were sitting. "I'm glad they aren't my problem today," he said cheerfully.
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After hearing his speech, Quindara embraced G'rett, wrapping her arms around his back and grinning up at him. "I don't hate you, you wherry. I think you behaved badly there, and I wished you hadn't gotten involved. But I shouldn't have hit him either, its only when I saw you bleeding I was so angry! Now, we'll both be in for it I'm sure. But I'd love you even if you were...a drudge, I think. Although, we would have missed out on the Flight then." She smiled knowingly at him. "But I am really steamed about something. I got dressed up all pretty, and now I'm not even going to get to dance!"
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Post by sorra on Jul 22, 2010 23:10:03 GMT -5
Meera got up to follow M'lym. She wanted to make sure that E'lon was okay. Her eyes widened in surprise when E'lon got hit by some flying food. She managed to duck just in time to avoid getting hit herself. She glanced over at M'lym's shout. If that didn't stop the weyrlings she didn't know what would.
"M'lym, ease up," she said gently. "E'lon's right. He's not a little child anymore. Do you want some help cleaning that spot off, E'lon?" she offered.
Calyssa glared at her brother as she got a bit of food in her hair. "You call this fun?" she asked J'sen. "This is my best dress. I would rather it wasn't ruined by food," she said, trying to dodge some more food.
S'tex just grinned at his sister. He knew she would forgive him. Although he stopped as soon as M'lym shouted. His face reddened a bit. Oops! Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.
T'tarel touched Cybele's shoulder. "Much better then a fist fight," he agreed softly. "But don't worry. It appears to only be the weyrlings in the food fight. I'm sure their parents understand what their children are like." He gave her a smile, trying to keep her cheery. "But if you need to talk at anytime about what's going on or just to vent I'm here to listen," he assured her. He knew she needed a friend and he was always one that liked to help others.
Kiyoni smiled sheepishly. "Thanks for understanding." She took a sip of her wine. "And it is good," she agreed. She looked toward the shouts of food fight and shook her head. "The joys of being a weyling," she chuckled. "Although I must admit I really don't want to get this dress dirty," she said, turning back to Artkos with a smile.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 23, 2010 9:46:44 GMT -5
J'sen tried to dodge some more food that was thrown in his direction, then quickly took the seat next to Calyssa to help shield her from any projectiles thrown in her direction. "I'm sure we can get my mother to make you another one," he said over the noise. "If not, she knows a Weaver back home who can make you a dress almost identical to the one you're wearing."
He then heard one of the Wingleaders shout, the man's face reddened with frustration. Shaking his head, J'sen now wondered if the chaos would cease or if the Rider would be pulled in.
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G'rett shook his head when Quindara said the two of them would be in some serious trouble. "You're probably right. I'll be lucky if I don't get my rank permanently stripped from me. But that just means I'll have to work smarter to outfly all the other Bronze Riders. Maybe that will bring me back in the Leadership's good graces." He shrugged, then mirrored his beloved's smile and had to laugh when she complained she got all dressed up and now wouldn't be able to dance. Guiding her hands up around his neck, G'rett slipped his own arms around Quindara's waist and started a slow dance, humming a slow tune he remembered from his time growing up at Nova Hold. He looked her in her eyes and smiled lovingly at her, moving them in time with the melody.
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Post by sorra on Jul 23, 2010 9:59:21 GMT -5
Calyssa's face flushed a bit. She hadn't expected J'sen to offer that. "Well, maybe," she agreed, smiling again. Watching the others was pretty funny. Although she still chose not to join in. At least not yet. She would get her brother back somehow. She cringed when she heard M'lym shout. "Uh-oh," she said, looking at J'sen while Storm gobbled up a few tidbits of food around the table where they were sitting.
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 23, 2010 14:31:36 GMT -5
F'har was not surprised to see K'von actively participating in the food fight, flinging food and having it flung back at him. Personally, he'd much rather eat his food than throw it, but he had to admit it looked like a lot of fun. It gave him a few ideas for future pranks to pull off with his brother. Possibly M'thos, too, if he wanted in on the fun. Of course, with his arm, he wouldn't be pranking anyone for awhile. That only meant that he had plenty of time to stew over ideas.
He smiled when he saw his brother and M'thos coming over, spying a bit of gravy dripping down K'von's shoulder. Well it was about time that someone got him back, he thought with a grin. He was glad for the company, as he'd really rather eat dinner with other people instead of alone. But he didn't want to have to wash his tunic with his arm in a sling. And it would stain if he didn't wash it right away. "Yeah, I'm alright. It looked like a blast, but M'lym's right. If the Holders knew we were throwing around their food..." he trailed off with a rueful grin. He caught sight of the scavenging firelizards and laughed. "Seems that they're making the most of it, though!"
Toniel didn't quite miss the mild surprise on Q'del's face and inwardly she sighed. She didn't intentionally drive him away or shut him out. It was just her way. As her previous outburst had shown (and if G'rett and Q'del's actions were any indication), emotions could be dangerous. They caused problems. Much easier to keep them in. And even then, it wasn't as if she woke up every morning consciously thinking of keeping herself in check. It just so happened that she did.
Toniel nodded at the Weyrsecond, keeping close by him as he stood. She was there to steady him as he placed a hand gently on her shoulder, a hand instinctively going to his back, not that one of her hands would have done much good had he started to tumble backwards. She was not built for strength, not physical strength anyways. She allowed herself a small smile at his thanks and his compliment. "I appreciate your concern for my clothing. I'd hate to have the weavers try to match this color again," she said lightly.
As she walked with him towards the exit, she caught the attention of a drudge hustling by. "Could you have someone bring two plates of food to the Weyrsecond's weyr?" The drudge nodded and bowed out of her way, dropping off his platter before going to prepare the goldrider's request. "Is Demnoth okay?" she asked quietly. "Aylinth was so tired she has barely woken up all day."
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Post by Kit on Jul 23, 2010 20:30:23 GMT -5
M'thos nodded at F'har's comment. "Sometimes food is hard to come by. I've been hungry before..." he trailed off not wanted to talk about it just yet. K'von gave him a sidelong look.
"I guess I never thought about. We're weyrbred, we've always had food." In a way, he supposed, life in a weyr was easier that way. During the Interval, it did almost seem unfair how hard the Holder's worked. Not that dragonriders didn't work, but it wasn't like Hold life. But once the Pass started, the weyr would repay those kindnesses and then some. And it was less than a turn away. As soon as this rainy season ended, Thread would be falling.
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Q'del smiled at Toniel through all his aches. "I grew up in a female-dominated household. I know how hard it is to replace a favorite dress. And it does complement you very well." He was glad to hear her order the food, even through the throbbing of his head, he was starving. About the arm around his back, he decided not to comment, though he was pleased. Maybe something good would come out of this disaster after all.
"Demnoth was frightened and making a terrible fuss while I was unconscious, I gather. But he seems all right now. I think he's nearly back to being asleep. I'm glad he didn't wake Aylinth though. She certainly deserves a rest." The thread of thoughts from the bronze were slow and unraveled. Q'del was glad this time that the higher ranking weyrs were on the lower floors. The one set of stairs they had to climb was tiring enough. Finally, they arrived in his weyr, the plates of food having already arrived. Someone had kindly thought not to brink up more wine, but instead juice and klah, as well as water drawn from the cistern still cool. Q'del sat gratefully down at the table.
"At least its quieter up here. But I'm sorry to have ruined your feast-day. You'll miss the dancing and all," he said sheepishly. He was a little sad for it too actually. He'd been hoping to persuade her to dance with him at least one time. Oh well, there would be other feasts.
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Cybele gave T'tarel a grateful smile, although she wasn't sure how to respond. She wanted..no *needed* a friend. But he was a bronzerider and she didn't want people to think she played favorites before the Flight. She didn't fancy any of them particularly, although right now she definitely did *not* fancy G'rett, and she wanted it to be Chandrath's choice. She trusted her Gold to make a good decision. Still..."I would like to have a friend. Perhaps once things are more settled..." If anything else, a sudden thought came to her, if she disliked the man that became Weyrleader, then T'tarel would be here..and he was attractive.
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Arktos smiled as he dug into his plate. "I suppose we ought to let them have their fun now. The hard work begins tomorrow." Then he grinned impishly at her. "Why then I guess you'd just have to go naked." M'lym's yelling had apparently affected the weyrlings, and things seemed to be quieting down. People began to move about and a group of harps were gathering in a corner setting up their instruments. The Candidate Master did not normally like the dancing, but this time he was looking forward to it.
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Quindara laughed as G'rett began humming and moving to the music. "Why, you're almost as good as a harper. I thought you were a smith," she said teasingly, but her eyes were also filled with love. She was sorry to have missed the dancing, yet there was something soothing about being here with just him. She laid her head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat along with the humming resonating in his throat.
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Post by sorra on Jul 24, 2010 8:41:21 GMT -5
T'tarel nodded in understanding to Cybele's words. He knew Chandrath would be rising soon, but that wasn't why he was talking with Cybele. He could see the hurt still in the young Weyrwoman's eyes from her recent loss and he wanted to try to help her smile again. "Of course," he answered. "I'm always here. Anytime. Day or night," he assured her. If she needed to talk in the middle of the night, so be it or when she just needed a friend, he'd be that too. One couldn't help when problems raised their heads. He gave her a charming smile, his eyes dancing. He was glad that she had accepted his offer. "Don't worry. I'm sure things will start to settle down before long," he said gently.
Kiyoni chuckled. "Yes, tomorrow will be an eye opener for a lot of the weyrilngs. It's not all fun and games with a dragonet." She looked at him in mock horror, but then grinned seductively. "Wouldn't you just like that," she teased him. She glanced toward the Harpers. She was looking forward to the dancing. And the dress she was wearing was perfect for dancing.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 24, 2010 9:36:58 GMT -5
Junior Weyrling J'sen
J'sen unconsciously reached for Calyssa's hand and held it under the table, looking in M'lym's direction. He sighed, then turned to look at Calyssa. "Looks like things will be coming to an end pretty swiftly. And here I was looking forward to dancing with you." He shook his head, then caught the unapproving eye of his father, the man clearly unimpressed with what had happened. That's when J'sen caught sight of the harpers setting up their instruments. "On second thought...would you care to dance, my lady?" He gave her a teasing grin.
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G'rett looked down into Quindara's eyes and kept humming, even though she laughed and teased him when she said he was almost as good as a harper. Still, the feel of his beloved next to him like this was special indeed. G'rett continued to dance with Quindara in time to the melody, resting his head on top of hers and closing his eyes. A few moments later he opened them, and with a hand reached up to gently take her by her chin so she could look up at him. The man then leaned his head down to embrace his lady, kissing her softly then deepening it.
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Post by sorra on Jul 24, 2010 10:10:48 GMT -5
Calyssa gave his hand a light squeeze. She nodded as she watched the other weyrlings. S'tex soon sat down in front of them. "It does appear that way and I was so looking forward to dancing," she said wistfully. Calyssa chose not to look down at her father. She had feeling Caltex wouldn't be very pleased with what he had seen. Of course it wasn't like they had any control over it. The young red rider turned toward J'sen with a smile. "I would love to!" she answered cheerily.
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 24, 2010 13:01:25 GMT -5
F'har felt guilty that he had even thought of joining in on the food fight when M'thos spoke. He was curious to know more about him, but too polite to ask. He nodded at K'von. "Yeah, we've had it pretty easy. But we'll pay them back when we fly our first Fall!" he said with a roguish grin.
Toniel gave Q'del a small smile, mildly pleased that he thought her dress complemented her. She tried hard to look like the Queenrider that she was, even if she didn't like to get overly dressed up. She nodded as he said Demnoth was doing alright. That was good to hear. The bronze had indeed been raising a ruckus and she hated to think what might have happened if he hadn't quiet. Oh to between with that thrice-scored Wingleader! "I wouldn't worry too much about Aylinth. She is a very heavy sleeper, even when she is not tired," she said with the slightest hint of a joke in her tone.
Toniel helped Q'del up the flight of stairs, mostly just remaining by his side even though she didn't think she could do much more than send for a healer if he did happen to fall. She was pleased to see that their food had already arrived, with juice and klah to wash down the morsels instead of wine. Her head had mostly cleared of the fuzziness and she was in no hurry to get back into her cups. She slid into a chair across from him, eying the food to decide which to eat first. She smiled at his concerns over missing the dancing. "I don't mind missing that at all. I think I got my mother's dancing skills. Good for working around herdbeasts, but not on the dance floor."
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