So, she was a dragon rider after all, just as she had suspected. Still, Nia wasn't wrong about the dancing, and if the handler wanted to make a good impression on her lovely dance partner, she better pay more attention to her own body rather than that of her companion's. The candidatemaster didn't mind Nia taking the lead role between the two of them as Zanii was the shorter of the two. She was used to being one of the shortest people in the room and as a result typically played the follow role when it came to partner dancing. "Oh, I agree wholeheartedly!"
Zanii returned the other woman's smile with one of her own. "I must say, I can't wait to see what you have in store for the night..."
Nia had already proven herself to be very adept with words to the point that she wondered what else the woman was good at.
Touching, apparently. Nia might not think the tiny circles she painted across Zanii's shoulder were noticeable but they were. Or maybe Zanii was just more sensitive to these things than others were. In any case, the woman continued to follow Nia's lead without comment but took every opportunity she could to get in real close
before returning to a more traditional distance. After a few times of this, she asked with a wide grin on her face, "Are you tiring yet, love? Or do you want more?"
Zanii herself was still brimming with an energy that never seemed to fade but she certainly wouldn't mind stopping to rest in order to better converse with the other woman. The food and drink of the masque were also tempting options to pursue.
Kaizre's gaze followed Zel's hand as she tucked a stray lock of hair away from her face before returning to her eyes. His own hands remained locked firmly in place lest they turn to tracing patterns across the table in an expression of his disquiet. Conversations were hard, especially conversations with so many unknown variables at play. He hadn't expected her to answer his question with sew
of all things, and although he tried to hide his excitement, the boy sat straight-backed and expectant with his lips slightly apart. He loved sewing though he wouldn't be caught dead doing it unless it involved stitching handler gear. The days of crafting brightly-colored scarves for his friends were long gone with the rest of his childhood. While there were many respected men in the Weavercraft, Kaizre's father had made it clear that sewing was traditionally women's work, specifically the design aspects of it. His father had always looked down upon men who involved themselves with "fashion" and would not have his son whiling away the candlemarks in such a craft.
Sketching was a little more abstract but also of interest to Kaizre, though he wondered what were the subject of her sketches. People? Objects? Clothes? Not that it mattered, really, but it would give him more information about her. Still, he should have known the question he turned on her would come back to bite him. Kai wasn't ready to be honest about some of his more...delicate interests, at least not yet. "Run."
It was an easy way to forget about the world, to focus on nothing but his own body. It was also a safe way to excise his emotions when he was feeling particularly angry or depressed because of something someone had said or done. "And...help out at the stables."
The beastcrafters rarely turned away an extra hand even if the wherling was no runner expert. He had found that runners didn't judge him like people did and there was just something so calming about brushing their coats clean while feeling their soft warmth under his hand. Not to mention, he could spend all day watching the little foals run about on their too-long legs."Have you thought about the future?"
It took him a moment to realize he might have to explain further. "I mean, with graduation coming up, you'll be shooting for Alphahandler, right?"
Perhaps Zel wouldn't be taking up such a prominent role right away with Norla handling that responsibility just fine, but Kai knew queens were ambitious. He highly doubted Zelsk would be content to just sit pretty like a prize whersport.@Catsitta
(Nia and Zel)
Zasime snorted at the thought of Se'ng being 'tamed' like he was some kind of wild runner. "Mhmm. And I'm looking for someone who just exudes rainbows and starshine."
She spread her hands for emphasis, one of which was soon captured by the burgundy rider. She didn't shy away from his touch like she might with other people because she trusted Se'ng- he was her good friend. Still, she didn't think about how close
they would be until the dance had already begun. Too late now. "Oh?"
A hint of a smile tugged at the woman's lips as he voiced his thoughts. While it was true that she was no runner, she was
attached to a dragon and could be savage if necessary. "Perhaps you underestimate me..."
She waited for the perfect moment, following his lead like a good reflection, until they had settled into a comfortable rhythm. Then she struck: just a nudge with her boot to his foot, no weight on his toes, but a step out of place all the same. Another tease."Oh yes, honestly I don't know how the Wing runs without you! Who is supposed to fetch me klah? Or tell Tamath what a good dragon he is?"
She let the words hang in the air for a second to achieve the desired effect before adopting a more pensive expression. "But more seriously, everything's fine. It's just less...smooth?"
Her face scrunched up as she tried to put her thoughts into words. "I don't know, just working together for enough time, you get used to certain patterns. Communication flowed a lot easier when I worked with you because we learned to anticipate each other's thoughts and had a good rapport. I suppose it's only natural there's a bit of a learning curve with a new wingsecond, but it's still frustrating to know that things could be better."
Zas's lips started to turn down, but she slipped back into a smile. "Anyway, how are you doing? Do I need to send Tamath after anyone? He's always up for some sneaking around."@Ives