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 We Got This, SP:18[Western Gather - Open]
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 Posted: Dec 6 2017, 01:22 AM
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Baria had overseen the preparations to almost an annoying level. It had taken the cooks chasing her out of the kitchens to get her to back off... And then she'd taken to helping set up the tables and stalls, assuring the crafters and workers that she wanted to be helping.

Only after she was warned that time was rapidly approaching did she vanish to clean herself up and find her husband. The husband whom she'd been passing out with every night, too exhausted to do more than talk about this or that. They had time, however. They were establishing their lives together.

And what better way to celebrate that than to host a gather in their new home?

Dressed in Western's colours and her hair neatly braided back, Baria finally found Basasius, hooking his arm and offering him a smile. "Shall we? Everything should be prepared." It was. She knew. "And guests should be arriving shortly. I've requested some food be kept back so we can make sure we eat tonight, even if its cold. I fully intend to eat my weight in bubbly pies, however."

Head held high and looking as proud as ever, Baria had no problem walking out with her husband - The word was still weird, even to her. Until they hit the doors, then she balked, exhaling shakily and gripping his hand tightly. For a moment, her confident appearance was broken, exposing the worried woman beneath to the man she was just beginning to trust.

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Jakol had been circling him all day; the Icehowler was excited, clearly. He knew there was something going on, His didn't usually dress in such finery, let alone the premise that Baria's own this-way-and-that was something the barely-grown pup still hadn't gotten used to.

Basasius, however, had. It had become painfully obvious to him that his new wife was more Do than Tell to Do, and he could certainly appreciate that. After all, there was a LOT of work to undertake with this new Holder business, and with Ujarak gone to the Weyr proper, he was on the hunt for a new Steward at some point. Either way, for now it appeared Baria was more than willing to keep up with any loose ends that Basasius himself didn't take care of.

It had been quite the struggle as of late. They were still relatively new to everything, him most of all given at least Baria had the experience of being an actual Lord Holder's daughter. There was a difference in being a Holder's son, and now becoming a Lord Holder himself. Jakol trotted in circles around them aimlessly as Bas caught his wife's elbow, hand sliding along her forearm until he found her fingers with his own, and wrapped her leaner arm with his. At the hesitation, he drew her closer to him; lips pressed lightly against her hairline, and he held her close momentarily.

"You look absolutely incredible, my darling. Don't fret. Everything will be fine."

Basasius had shut the gate to his kennels; people could approach them certainly and inspect the fine Paradisian stock that his hunting hounds came from, and likewise with his runners, but the long and short of it was that he didn't trust anyone to touch them. Not until it had been diplomatically ascertained who was foe and who was friend, and in some respects he maintained his kennels and his stables far higher in regard than anyone but those within his Hold, and his wife. What was his, belonged to him, and he wasn't above fighting to make sure it stayed that way.

Once the doors had opened, he escorted his wife with all the regard of a man absolutely smitten with the woman betrothed to him for the rest of his days out to meet the masses.

"Good afternoon!" he greeted those assembled. "We welcome you all to Western Hold. As most of you are aware, Lady Baria and myself - Basasius, for those who have not already come to know my name - are new proprietors of this fine establishment, and my wife and I are proud and pleased to make your acquaintances. Please enjoy yourselves today, and we will be milling about if anyone wishes to speak. I would also ask that you remain clear from my kennels and stables, as my newly-transferred pack of hounds and my runners are still becoming acclimated to this new home, and I don't wish anyone to be hurt or them to be stressed."

He gave the floor to Baria, patiently there with Jakol sitting at his other side, to give his wife the floor, as it were. Once everything had been said, he kept her close on his arm.

"See? Nothing to fear for, my heart. We'll be just fine. Is there anything that's caught your eye that you wish to inspect? Perhaps some well-crafted finery I can woo you with?" A boyish grin and a wink, before he lifted her hand to lightly kiss her knuckles.

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Important Info: Basasius's Hunting Hounds take up the back section of the kennel - people of course still have access to the kennels proper, but there is a rope barrier between the general-use area (the front portion) and the rear section where his hounds are. The cages have been covered to keep the hounds from being startled/otherwise bothered by people. Likewise with his three Runners (he brought only three over) - Both stall doors are closed along the corridor, to keep people from startling them/bothering them. He doesn't want anyone to get bitten/kicked, regardless of how personable all of them are, because it's still a new environment for them and Gathers tend to be noisy/raucous situations that could leave them potentially even more unsettled. PLEASE do not troublemaker the situation and go where you aren't supposed to - he WILL kick your characters out and those chars will be reported to Weyrleadership! He's restricting access for everyone's safety.


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Baria sighed and smiled at the gentle assurances and affection. "Thank you," she said softly, squeezing his hand and adopting a more professional look, hand still clasped in his. They looked, for all the world, like a newly wed couple in love. No one needed to know that they were still learning how to feel that love.

"Hello and welcome! Our home is yours," Baria made a sweeping gesture with her free hand. "There's little I can add that Lord Basasius didn't already cover. Eat, drink, be merry! Enjoy yourselves and the company provided. Many thanks to everyone that worked so hard to put this together. There will be dancing tonight, after we've eaten. So don't fill yourselves up too much. You'll be expected to dance it off!" She beamed and bowed her head politely. "Go! Have fun!"

Hardly professional, but she was grinning by the end of it, clearly intent on having fun herself. Turning to Basasius, she listened, then looked to inspect the grounds. "There's a weaver here somewhere that made some of my dresses in Nabol. I invited him specifically. I'll be needing new colours." She ran a hand down the front of her dress that was done up in Western's colours as opposed to Nabol's.

"Other than that, I'd like to simply explore and see what we find."

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[[OOC:// DREAMDINERS! You may attend this gather. It is after their betweening lesson. Nia is at the Gather watching all of you. Your weyrlings are expected to have the help of a senior rider to help them between here. Feel free to tag Nia/Koeneth as being the one who helped them with the image to jump. ]]


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This was the first Gather Zel attended as a guest. Ever. She ate at hatching and graduation feasts during Candidacy and earlier in weyrlinghood, but never once had she come to an event like this. Her hand tightened around a cup of cooling klah. She might have avoided this one had Zelsk not been so adamant about their attendance. The moment Ijo informed them of where their lesson would lead, the copper insisted that she wear her very best clothes and attend the celebration. No matter how out of place the weyrling felt in her outspoken finery--the red and gold layers of the dress cinched at the waist with a dark belt--this was the type of situation where Zelsk thrived. She clung close to Hers, as if to emphasize how well Zel's attire complimented her hide, and guided the girl through the room with delicate purposefulness. Zel knew her bonded expectations and did her best to act the part, holding her chin high and meeting the eyes of those they passed, though friendly greetings were just beyond her scope of comfort. Fortunately, Zelsk took no issue with this and made said greetings herself.

The new lord and lady had finished their speech, and now was the time to socialize and dine. A perfect setting to meet new people and make important connections. And the moment Zel noticed where Zelsk's eyes were trailing towards, she gripped the wher's harness tighter, 'You will leave them alone.' The last thing she needed was for her to go barging up to a Holder and getting them in trouble with the weyrleadership for offending important people. 'What if they speak to us, SmartMine?'

'That won't happen. Now please behave. Ijo told us to be on our best behavior, and I'm not sure that strolling up to an unsuspecting Lord Holder for a chat is considered proper. You don't want to make a bad impression, do you?' Zelsk huffed and Zel smiled at her klah in victory. "I'm going to find a place to sit." Someplace quiet and far, far away from important people preferably.

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She'd heard, from just about everyone, about the Western Hold gather. It was a welcoming, and celebration, of the new Lord and Lady Holder. While she wasn't all that interested in Hold politics, she loved a good party! Gathers were her favorite events to attend, mostly due to the ability to shop about for the finest wares. Ever was, mostly, interested in new clothes. Now that Spring was upon them, and the weather was starting to warm up, she could dress in lighter layers again. She had learned a thing or two about fashion after watching, and learning from, Osario. Her roommate, who so happened to be a trader, was the perfect example of what just about every person on Pern ought to look like. The older girls clothes were tasteful, and eye-catching. Ever wished that her fashion sense could be quite as stellar, but she was sure such a thing required a keen eye.

The small blond had gotten a ride over with one of the Weyr's dragonriders. Just about everyone who was anyone was attending the gather. She hoped to see Rayna there, if the Weyrwoman wasn't, you know, too busy. It wasn't like she was stalking her or anything... A hopeless fangirl, Everane hoped to earn the goldrider's recognition. There was someone else whose recognition she longed for--her sister. The senior weyrling was difficult to read, especially after their argument at the lake. It had been some time since then, about a season, but Everane couldn't stop thinking about it. The scrap of hide that had fallen out of Ruane's pocket held many dark secrets, ones that she was sure she ought not to know. Was she the only one who now knew? Who else had Ruane told? Her older sister was much more reserved than she, so much so that Ever wasn't sure they were much alike at all... The thought just about broke her heart. Today wasn't a day to dwell on sad things however, and so she wore her best smile.

The girls growing fare of flits remained close to her. Kirby's mouth was already watering at the array of foods. The pink flit flew overhead whilst the younger yellow, and cyan, remained perched upon the girls shoulders. Reaching up to give Dizzy a scratch, Ever peered about. There was so much to see, and do. Patiently waiting for the Lord Holders to finish their respective speeches, Ever bounced on the balls of her feet restlessly. She wanted to go and see the booths, and buy some bubbly pies! She had a few marks, though not as many as she would've liked. She was hoping to buy something... What that something was, she couldn't be certain. She'd know it when she saw it! A new outfit was exactly what she needed to brighten up her day, but she wanted to be sure it was the right one. At present, she was wearing a simple white dress. There was lace detailing about the neck, sleeves, and trim. She wanted to buy something fancier, so that she could stand out a little? Just maybe? It would have been nice to meet a cute boy or two... She'd die of happiness if one of them asked her to dance!

Sparky, sensing His' thoughts, snorted in disapproval. They were here to have fun. Boys were not fun. The yellow kept his eyes peeled for any of his siblings. What was the likelihood that they had been brought to the gather as well? Kirby flew round and round overhead, her excitement plain. Oh, she planned on eating everything she could manage to get her grubby little claws on. She was, unknowingly, a food thief. If she could manage to rope one of her new friends into helping her, well, she'd be set.

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@Ivy - {Cairenn/Roselle}

The quartet exited between without incident, Cairenn and Ingoth taking a moment longer to regain her bearings before rejoining the formation beside Roselle and Tserieth. While the redpair had done plenty of practicing after their initial betweening lessons, they were still not used to the process enough to exit the empty darkness of between without needing a moment to reorient to the light, air, and warmth of the real world, unlike their much-more experienced aunt and her green. Still not even fully grown, Ingoth was already larger than Tserieth, the red's wings beating smoothly as she regained her rhythm with her elder green compatriot, while Cairenn raised a fist to indicate everything had come across without incident. Cairenn had barely seen her aunt for nearly the entire Turn she'd been a weyrling... she blamed the fact that the older woman had a child, a weyrmate, her own fully-fledged Wing to fly with... and her distrust of Ingoth. Despite months without incident, she felt her aunt still didn't trust the red after the incident at the hatching, and she wondered if that distrust bled over into Cairenn herself, connected to Ingoth's mind as she was by their bond. The Western Gather had been a fine excuse for Cairenn to attempt to reconnect to her aunt, since for the first time the weyrlings were allowed to visit the Gather unescorted, though they still needed a senior dragonrider to come with them for betweening assistance... a role Roselle had agreed to readily.

Soon, the pair found the landing field around Western Hold where dragonriders visiting from their Weyrs could touch down safely without someone having to try to keep control of dragons of varying sizes flying and landing every which way as visitors flowed in for the Gather. Dismounting Ingoth smoothly and carefully climbing down to the ground, Cairenn disappeared behind Ingoth's protective wing as she changed out of her flight leathers into her chosen outfit for the day. Emerging a few minutes later, her leathers safely stowed in a pack on Ingoth's harness, Cairenn was dressed in a knee-length powder blue dress, cinched around the waist with a dark brown wherryhide belt, the upper half of the dress sleeveless and with a simple scoop neckline that showed the young woman's upper back as well as her modest cleavage. On her feet were black wherryhide boots that reached mid-calf, with a two-inch heel, giving her calves some additional definition. Around her neck hung a simple necklace, a gift from Roselle after her transfer to Dalibor as a Candidate, consisting of a thin leather thong supporting a small green gemstone wrapped in silver filigree. Her thick chocolate locks were being run through with a comb to remove the fuzziness caused by being captured beneath a flight helmet as she walked up to her aunt, her body not the same as her time as a Candidate... her retreat from socialization and focus on self-perfection showed in lean, defined muscle where soft, girlish curves once dwelt, her shape still feminine, but firmer, more refined. "Will C'ian or Rosian be joining us later?" Cairenn asked, trying to act as if no gap in the pair's relationship had developed over the Turn of weyrlinghood, the young woman's voice cool and calm as an underground lake, a far cry from the nervousness slathered in a thick layer of false bravado her tone used to consist of.

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Dijhay sat in his stall in the Crafter's section of the Gathergrounds, carefully sewing a piece of freshly-tooled leather onto a leather baldric. Around him were examples of his work for potential buyers to see what he was capable of... mostly suits of armor of various degrees of protection, from simple vests to full suits, each displaying the intricate designs and etchings that were a staple of his work. In addition to the suits, Dijhay had prepared for the Lord Holder himself by bringing some examples specifically to catch his eye... Runner saddles, saddlebags, canine leashes, harnesses, and collars, lovingly fitted and beautifully decorated. Peeking out of the collar of Dijhay's fancy, leather-decorated linen shirt, Melchior's teal head scanned the surroundings, looking for signs of any vermin to eat.
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Lavana had managed to catch a ride to Western Hold with a rider who'd left early, and looking around, she was grateful for it. It had given her the opportunity to grab a prime spot, not too close to the Crafters, who would be haggling and likely didn't want to yell over her music, but not so far away that she was ignored. She had a couple tables behind her, with her instruments set up and ready to put to use when a song requested by someone in the crowd required it, as well as a collection of balls, scarves, and knives, and other such odds and ends. Music may be her calling, but she was no mere apprentice of her craft; she was well-trained as an entertainer, and prepared to juggle, tell jokes, sing, play music, dance, and tell stories, and possibly perform several acts at the same time. And she would love every minute of it. She may normally be reserved, but at Gathers and feast days when she was performing, she was another creature, cheerful, approachable, quick with a joke and a laugh. Part of it was to appeal to the crowds, but mostly it was because there was no better feeling than people enjoying what she did.

She was silent through the speeches by the Lord and Lady Holders, sharp blue eyes studying the pair. It wasn't lost on her that, had she not been Searched days after arriving, she would be living in Western Hold now, rather than the Weyr. But when they had said their piece, the young Harper picked up her violin and set to filling the air with a joyful tune. Her hair was braided and carefully twisted into its usual bun, to keep it off her face (she wanted absolutely no distraction when the knife-juggling started), and she was dressed in her Gather best: a simple linen dress the same blue as her eyes, with graceful embroidery along the sleeves and lace at the collar. An open case sat near her feet, for people to place tokens of appreciation. She wasn't here for payment, simply to be seen and known and for a good time. And to see what there was to be seen, and her sharp eyes didn't miss much, taking note of everything to add to her journals tonight.

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K'ton was always one to enjoy himself a gather and as such it was no surprise when he found himself in just the place. He'd flown over, dropping a candidate or two off and gone his own way. He wasn't the babysitter type and he always felt the need to check up on the little dragonriders to be when he brought them. It also didn't help having Ironth in his mind badgering him to make sure said candidates were indeed safe and well. Like now. He assured the blue for the tenth time that the candidates they'd ferried were fine, having fun and to please stop moaning about their safety. K'ton had better things to worry about than wayward candidates, like the little harper playing the violin not four feet in front of him.

K'ton could appreciate good music and she gave just that, but truthfully he hadn't listened farther than her looks. She had bright blue eyes and dark hair, and for just a second K'ton panicked and forgot how old he was, thinking maybe she was a by blow of some sort. Which was silly because she couldn't have been much younger than him. He was good, but he wasn't that good. Foot tapped along with the sound of the music as he waited for her to finish. He lifted the fruit in his hand to his mouth and strong teeth bit a chunk off. Chewing and swallowing he moved a bit closer as she finished the set. "Got any other tricks up those pretty sleeves of yours?" he asked with a grin, "Or is it just music you do?"




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Long fingers worked the silk fabric to wind it around his neck tucking it around itself before laying it mostly flat so the end was secured beneath his gray vest. It fit him well, as all his clothes did thanks to his personal tailors, and he’d chosen the color specifically to mirror Crescent’s. The ascot around his neck was a gentle greenish-blue color to pay homage to the Weyr his Hold was bound to. Callum bore a tired smile as he recalled coming to the western continent with his family. He and Paasha had thrown a Gather at Crescent to introduce themselves to their new Hold and to set the tone for what should have been many happy turns with the couple seated as Lord and Lady Holder. Now there was another Gather at a different Hold for much the same reason as Western welcomed their new Lord and Lady.

Every day that passed since her untimely death was not easier yet in the same manner it was not quite as hard as the day before. It was a constant struggle to fill her shoes and taking on the tasks she had overseen in her time as Lady while at the same time politely declining the offers of betrothal from across the northern and southern Holds. Many were eager to have their daughters marry the widowed Lord but Callum was not yet ready, even if the rumor mill had begun spewing vitriol about his friendship with Oreanda. So many were quick to judge the man who, in his most vulnerable moments, had embraced and yes kissed the strange prideleader from Dalibor Weyr. How so many had learned of that moment was beyond him and yet it was not all that surprising; ultimately it did not matter. He was the Lord Holder, his friendships and relationships were no more sordid than those he’d heard of before even travelling to this side of Pern. In time he would choose a new wife but for now he was still a man in mourning sorting through his feelings.

Clasping the final buttons of his vest he smoothed the fabric so it sat flush against the white linen shirt he wore beneath. Black slacks had been pressed to set a crease down the front and fell neatly over his black hide boots who had been shined until one could see their own reflection in them. Bringing with him gifts of fine brandy, wine, as well as some raw gems that had been mined in his Hold’s quarry he set out for the festivities at Western Hold. His escort from his home to Western was a kind dragonrider, who also played ferry to his children came and a line of attendants to keep tabs on them. Though they knew well enough to behave themselves he knew they had a tendency to become bored - they’d wish to wander and explore while he was busy greeting the new Lord and Lady of Western, of this he had no doubt. All that was missing from his entourage was a certain bronzehandler; he had sent word a few days prior that he wished her to join him at the Gather and he’d even provided a formal dress. While he had no qualms with her eccentric outfits he figured it best if he offer her something more suited for a woman on the arm of a Lord Holder, at least in this instance. Arriving early he waited just inside of Western’s massive gates for Oreanda to arrive; once she did he would take her arm and lead her with his children into the inner square of the hold.

Listening to the new Lord and Lady as they greeted those gathered he leaned over, whispering to Oreanda to describe everything to her while at the same time keeping an eye on his children. True he had people whose sole task was to keep an eye on them but that didn’t dismiss him from his responsibilities as a parent, at least not in his mind. Pascal was most curious about the woman with his father, staring up at her with wide eyes while Penna did the same but tried so hard to not be noticed doing so with her cheeks flushing and a giggle escaping her lips anytime her father’s eyes fell upon her. Of the trio it was only Caasum who didn’t seem all that interested, or maybe he was and he was just quite good at hiding it. Things had been rough between the father and his eldest son since his wife’s passing but Callum assured his eldest at every chance that he was there for him.

Once they were done speaking Callum made his way to greet the Lord and Lady, bowing his head respectfully to the couple before addressing Basasius first, ”Lord Basasius, welcome to the west! I wish you nothing but prosperity in your days as Lord of Western. It’s about time there was a proper Lord here. I’ve no doubt you’ll do great things here and I look forward to our Holds working together.” Then to Baria he turned, taking her hand gently in his and lifting it so he could kiss the back of her hand, ”My Lady Baria, I have heard you enjoy hard work? I’m sure there will be plenty of it here cleaning things up and getting the Hold into tip-top shape. I look forward to your future children, mine adore making friends.” Releasing her hand he then stepped aside, gently taking Oreanda’s elbow in his hand to usher her forward, ”May I introduce Prideleader Oreanda of Dalibor Weyr.” Sweeping his left hand his children fell in line on his other side, ”My sons Caasum and Pascal, and my daughter Penna.” Introductions seen to he offered his a well practiced smile to the couple before having one of his attendants offer the gifts he’d brought along with him.

Realizing there would be plenty of others eager to greet and meet the new Lord and Lady he lingered only as long as was polite, though to Basasius he arched a brow before taking his leave. ”I hear you brought runners and hounds with you. Once they are settled my children would love to see them, if it is not inconvenient.” Then he was off, sweeping Oreanda along with him everywhere he went with one hand on her arm or elbow at all times. They were stopped a handful of times by those who recognized him before he turned to his children and offered them each a few marks to do with as they wished. Sending them off with a warning to not overindulge in sweets he finally turned his full attention on the woman at his side, ”If accompanying me becomes to tiresome I trust you’ll let me know. I wouldn’t blame you, simply being me is tiresome at times so I understand.” A grin followed his words as he nestled in close, ”What would you like me to tell you about first?”

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”They might.” For all that had happened in the last turn, growing closer to her niece had not been among them. It had been so good to have Cairenn at the Weyr and she’d had ample opportunity to help patch things up from how she’d left them so long ago… they were doing well with her niece taking to her daughter splendidly. Then Cairenn stood at that hatching and Impressed. It wasn’t even so much that she’d become a weyrling but the fact she had Impressed a red; it would be a lie to say she didn’t worry about how things would play out. Though she didn’t doubt the girl had a strong mind and will - she knew what she had endured and overcome in her life - she still could not help but worry. Roselle had tried, in vain, to keep that worry from being evident but her distaste for reds, of any species, had been rather obvious. Not wishing to cloud the girl’s mind and break her concentration away from her bond or what she needed to do in order to make things work well between her and her dragon Roselle had kept her distance.

It was apparent now, after nearly a turn of doing so that it may not have been the best idea. Cairenn’s request for her and Tserieth to help them reach Western had come as a surprise - perhaps this meant the young woman didn’t hold it against her? Ah but it was next to impossible to tell now with how stone faced and serious she appeared. ”You look lovely, I hope the weyrlingmaster knew what she was doing giving you all leave to come to the Gather. Who knows what number of young men lay in wait to try and woo you?” Her words were spoken with a gentle smile; she knew her niece well enough (or had once upon a time) to know that there was no real threat when it came to possibly being wooed. As far as she knew Cairenn hadn’t even taken up romantic interests, then again she was getting older and clearly growing further from being a girl and more towards being a woman… Though she was smiling her brows furrowed slightly as she considered their relationship, ”You’ve done well with her. Ingoth I mean. Her hide is flawless, you’re clearly very attentive to her.”

Tserieth for all her rider’s awkwardness and emotional turmoil seemed nonplussed, regarding the younger yet far larger red from the corner of her eye. If you’re wanting to hunt I can accompany you. I know a good area not far, if you’re allowed to wander that is. Then to Hers, You’re doing terribly, implying she cannot be trusted around men. Unless they are spies or thieves she will be fine. Go buy her a bubbly pie or something and stop talking. You’re only making things worse.

Glaring back over her shoulder at the green Roselle clasped her hands together as she regarded her niece once more. ”Well then. I smell tasty food, shall we?” Tserieth was right, she was making things worse the more she spoke and over thought things. This wasn’t something that would be fixed in one outing or overnight, loathe as she was to admit it. Nodding towards the Hold proper she led the way setting a casual pace as she heard applause errupt within the Hold. ”Looks like we missed the introductions.” Not that she was bothered by it, politics were not her thing and as long as the Hold continued its tithes to the Weyr she didn’t care who ran it.

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Baria smiled, though her stiffness at Basasius being addressed first was evident. She was not a woman to be placed secondary because of her sex, and she tightened her grip on her husband's arm, the poor man already having seen first hand how she didn't stand idly by while men did the work. "I find keeping one's self busy keeps one out of trouble, if nothing else. I'm enough trouble on my own." She smiled, giving Basasius a look as though this were some secret they shared when, in reality, they had been together too short a time for him to know how much trouble he was really in. "I certainly have more plans than being a broodmare. Children will come." She smiled all the while, no note of iciness in her tone despite her original bristling.

"Do you have any recommendations for tailors, Lord Callum? I'm in need of some more appropriate clothing," she indicated her dress that, while Western Colours, was the only one of the sort she had and she'd acquired it specially for this particular event.

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It not bite you the enormous wher chided her from where he lay sprawled on the floor licking one of his great two-toed paws not unlike the feline he resembled. "Well I know that," Oreanda hissed in unnecessary reply from where she stood at the side of her fur-covered bed, naked as the day she was born, head tilted down to the monstrosity that Callum had sent her--though she could not see it. Osk had shown her time and again what it looked like, and it hadn't looked any better on the twentieth viewing than the thirtieth. This meant so many confusing things, and what if it meant nothing at all?

He wanted her to attend the gather with him, but if he wanted her on the sidelines--as she deserved to be as that was proper--he wouldn't have sent this dress, would he have. She could have shown up as usual in her typical clothes and that would have been the end of it. Yet here it was, this...this...gown. This thing made for a Lady.

She gasped. What if it was one of his wife's dresses? Surely that wouldn't be so, that would have been more horrifying than the proposition he made at his Hold not so very long ago. It was one thing to send her this with the implication that she would be there by his side--where his Lady should have been--it would have been an entirely different matter if it had actually been one of Paasha's own dresses.

She had to trust that the man had not completely lost his mind. Even if she seemed to be slowly losing hers for him.

It felt like it took her forever to get ready. Luckily she'd started early. It was such a simple thing for most women, and even those women who weren't the most privileged and fancy probably wouldn't have thought this dress to be that extravagant, but for Anda? It was like learning a new language. Like not hearing dragons. She couldn't even think of someone to help her, so for the longest time she'd simply turned it this way and that with gentle hands to figure it out like a child might figure out a toy, or a Crafter a new tool, or a Harper a new instrument. It was blue--Dalibor blue---and it felt like...like a runnerbeast almost. Some sort of soft fabric across the bodice and the skirt.

The arms were silk, or something like it, soft and slippery between her fingers like fishscales. The trim seemed to shimmer, almost like Osk, and maybe it was even a match for him in colour though she would never be able to tell. Osk's eyes didn't see as human eyes did, so she could only receive an approximation. Her firelizard did better, but was not as willing. It didn't set her back too long, the hard part was over once the dress had been properly tied onto her body. It hugged her waist, accented her hips, and made her feel more naked than she'd felt prior to putting it on. Yet she felt something else...a giddy sort of enchantment with the way it felt beneath her hands, and how it swished against her legs.

There was also a small growing sense of anxiety in the pit of her stomach knowing that soon enough she'd be there with him, in full view of everyone else. For one long moment she then felt silly. Silly for putting on a dress and playing pretend like any small girl who had grown up in a Hold idolizing the Lady Holder and the life she lived. Osk came to her then and slipped his broad head into her arms so she could lay against him and fight off the waves of sorrow. It was a dream she tried to live with Callum. Following along in his shadow, pretending she could be something she could not. Someday, perhaps not even that far away, reality would rear its head and set her straight.

So why not enjoy each day, such as it was, as it could be enjoyed.

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She arrived shortly after the Lord Holder. Rukbat shone bright overhead, and they might be here overly long, so Osk had remained at Dalibor. It frightened her to be so separated from him, however, her fear was due not to a hidden enemy, but to human frivolity, so he had nudged her to the door and promptly gone to sleep. She had hitched a ride with a Dragonrider, and had used the value of her own clicks to find her way up to the main gates; perhaps she'd even followed the general sounds of gathering people as well. As it happened, Callum found her quickly enough. "My Lord," she greeted him quietly, trying not to be stricken with further terror when she realized that all of his children were with him.

She was almost certain at least one of them hated her.

Not that she blamed them.

Osk was at Dalibor, Akke was still journeying home from wintering in the South, and she was here with her arm wrapped as delicately as she could manage around a man she could lay no claim to. She'd found all sorts of ways to get herself in trouble this past turn, hadn't she? The Dolphineering Prideleader did her very best to act like she belonged there, regardless of how she felt, or the truth. She smiled, and did her best not to be...well...her. She wondered, as they wandered up to the courtyard, if she should have left the dress behind and showed up as she would have otherwise, and encouraged the Lord Holder to mingle with those befitting his station. But she was selfish. Her time here would be so fleeting.

The West had found two new Lord Holders to fill Western, and it had an eligible bachelor, it was only a matter of time. So she sucked up her pride, if any of it was left, and played a part she didn't know how to play. Guessing at it from everything she'd learned from him so far. At the very least, she could appreciate Callum's commitment. He had not invited her as some joke, his arm through hers and his gentle guidance told her that. Whatever he had meant by his proposition before, and whatever it had meant to him that she'd said no...at least their friendship had seemed to survive. She stayed as close as she could without seeming too overly-familiar, though she could not help leaning in to hear every word describing both the Gather and the West's newest Lords Holder.

She balked only once, and only barely. He would notice only the slightest tug of alarm on his arm, though she had not fallen behind enough to impact his pace, as he led them to where she knew they must be standing. They being the Lord and Lady Holder in question. They who would most likely be horrified by what they were seeing. But what were they seeing. Surely most leadership within the Weyr would make an appearance and be somewhat formally dressed, no? Of course, none of them would be on the arm of the only other Western Lord Holder, that was probably her sole honor. Perhaps he really had lost his mind, or maybe--and she clung to this thought as it would give her the strength to carry through this experienced dressed as she was so above her station--maybe he thought they might take notice and make a recommendation for marriage on his behalf.

Then Callum was speaking, introducing himself, and Oreanda remembered that she had absolutely no idea how to interact with the leaders of any Hold--and most certainly had learned no better manners in her dealings with Crescent's own leader. So when he introduced her by name she smiled and gave Basasius and Baria a nod...or should it be a bow? Ending up somewhere in-between a nod and then an incline of the upper half of her body. Not very Lady-like, but if she showed up at Western in the future, dressed in nets, at least they wouldn't be...well...as surprised she supposed. "I hope you find the West to your liking, my Lady and Lord," her eyes remained closed and, assuming they would understand such a thing, she did not make a show of bobbing her head back and forth between where she believed they might be.

"Should you ever have need of Dalibor's whers, you may have your Watchdragon bespeak me for a hasty response." She nod-bowed again, then did her best to fall back behind Callum, at least a small step if she could, becoming little more than a piece of furniture or...manservant...until the Lord saw fit to remove her and his children from the presence of the Western Lords. Oh how hard it was not to laugh at Lady Baria's broodmare comment--perhaps some Lady Holders were also not so traditional. She did, however, breathe easier once she was out from under their scrutiny. If they'd been scrutinizing her at all. No matter, it was done now and the Western Lords were hardly her concern. She'd show up to smoke out their Thread burrows when their own people couldn't manage, and perhaps help keep clear the defensible zone of dirt and rock that surrounded every Hold when they cut back their vegetation. A turnly occurrence.

Callum paused their group long enough to bribe his children, and then it was to her he turned. His attention soothed her running train of thought, and she hated him for it. "You make it all seem so easy," she whispered up at him, taking a long moment to lean against him in such a way that she could feel the support he offered more than anything else. "I won't grow tired of you, my Lord, but please do not hesitate to drop me off somewhere if more pressing matters arise. This is, after all, part business and pleasure for you." She did give his question a long moment of thought, perhaps mostly a ruse to spend more time leaning there and catching her breath. "First," she said brightly, before again pitching her voice down, "I should like to know if I did slightly better at introducing myself to them, than I did to you." Another question rolled around on her tongue before she finally let it escape on the heels of the first. "Second. How do I look?"


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Basasius had been waiting on Callum to show up. He'd heard a great many things about Crescent's Lord, and most of them were good. Level-headed, intelligent, and had loved his late wife quite a bit. Bas wasn't entirely sure if the other Lord's own betrothal had been arranged or if they'd been lucky enough to find one another agreeable prior to that coming about, but the new Lord of Western had figured on the Council essentially forcing the older man to espouse another woman at some point. After all, having only one part of a Lord/Lady pair had proven problematic for Western before.

Perhaps thankfully, Basasius cared very little for who other people were matched up with. It had little bearing on his own life, especially in the case of it being someone who wasn't Holder-blooded, in all likelihoods. Most Holders didn't get volunteered to join the Wher program, not in his experience, though the young woman's lack of sight could very well be a contributing factor.

He clasped Callum's hand, almost gleefully.

"Words do not properly describe you, Lord Callum," he complimented with his usual professionally calm, enthusiastic, but soft-spoken manner. "Nor do you justice in kind. You have a beautiful family, and it's an honor to share the continent with a man of such repute and esteem. You and I, we'll need to discuss some trade barters and such, I've heard such wonderful things about your mines and their productions. The late Steward here was telling me of how high-quality they are, and that Dalibor carries a fair shake of Smiths in her ranks - perhaps I should tour the Weyr proper at some point, if you would be so inclined to join my wife and I in such?"

It would behoove him to bring someone who knew the lay of the land a bit better than himself, currently, but as it stood he'd learn it firsthand on the upcoming Spring hunt. Once his hounds were more comfortable with things, of course. He'd have to take them out and get them running about, so they could discover and become acquainted with all the scents and sights of their new home. The fields and such around Paradise weren't much different than here; the long-legged beasts had come from Earth-based stock, kept by his family's lineages for generations.

They were enormous, and it was in part why he was so cautious about bringing them around other people. Bred for hunting larger, wild game, they were leggy and fast, with relatively dense fur to protect them from brambles and thorns. The males were larger than the females, and a fully-grown one could put his paws on Basasius' shoulders, easily lifting past the Lord Holder's head. He loved them dearly, and they were his favorite of all canines.

They were gentle giants, his hounds, but having the sheer scale of people around that they did this afternoon, hardly made it safe to let them out. It was much more considerate for others, to keep them kenneled until they'd gotten used to the environment, and things were quieter.

"Only three runners, sadly. It's a bit stressful to ship them, so I took a handful of my father's stock. I'll probably breed more of them as the turns go on, but for now these are seasoned and I'm not terribly worried of losing them. As for my hounds, I'd hoped to inquire with you about joining me for the Spring hunt? I'm quite fond of the sort, perhaps it might be a bit pertinent to take stock of the lands, maybe you'd know where the best place to find game around here would be?" He grinned. "Of course, that gives Baria and I time to acclimate to the place and get the make of the world here, as it were, so perhaps it's quite the good thing I have little to distract me from helping her with that. She's far more organized than I am, I'm not sorry to say. Something that I fear our future children don't inherit from me, but there will be time for that later on. We're still young, and I'm hardly pressed to begin saddling her with younglings as of yet."

A quiet rebuke to the seemingly all-world wish to see every Lady Holder pregnant with twins on the hips, it seemed. Basasius was in no hurry to do so; it was far more intriguing to him, sharing his bed with his wife, coaxing her to linger with him longer than sleeping, perhaps in the future. For now, it was all work. He'd have to supplement her worklife with a proper Steward at some point, but for now, he was happy to do as he was supposed to. Life would settle, and hopefully with it, a chance for them to get some time to themselves and figure one another out.

Her grip to his arm was countered gently with his other hand across hers. He knew. It was simply Pernese fashion, to address the Lord before the Lady. Given how much trouble had been found with the former of the latter here before them, he could only assume that it was a pointed reference. All the same, he obviously enjoyed Callum's company already.

Trading the arm in Baria's for his own around her hips, not so much pulling her against him as guiding her there, he wrapped that arm against her side as a support. She might be secondary in the eyes of those making up the Council to the title he held now, but she certainly was no such case in his eyes. At the end of the day, his opinion of her was the only one that counted; and that was a fact made very clear in the way he regarded her.

"Perhaps yourself and Lady Oreanda would like to come sit with us for supper one evening? Once things have settled down? We could speak business at that point, perhaps, give it a bit of time to get used to things on our end, so to speak." He smiled at Anda, though he was certain she couldn't see it. "Of course, I may take you up on it. Baria and I, as I've said, it would interest us quite a bit to get the lay of the land and the idea of the Weyr proper. I'm quite glad you're here, I've heard a great deal of things about Dalibor and nothing is better for getting the truth of things than to hear it from someone who lives there. I take it your wher, he's sleeping at the moment?"

She was brave, truthfully. Bonded and blind, coming out without her eyes. He'd have admired it a bit more if he truly understood, but as it were he was neither blind nor bonded. So it was difficult to comprehend, in all truth.

"At any rate, thank you for your warm welcome. My wife and I have a date with Gather Stalls, it seems, and I hardly wish to keep her waiting. Do enjoy yourselves, all of you, and let us know if you've need of anything?"

Spirited away by Baria, he leaned in and pressed his lips to her temple.

"I dare say we're getting used to this whole espousal thing, aren't we? Though I figure it will be a while yet before I convince you to linger longer than five minutes in bed with me, mmm?"

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"I hope they're doing all right... I haven't seen anyone since the hatching feast," Cairenn replied, her voice completely matter-of-fact... no matter how hard anyone listened, there was not even a hint of malice or anger in her words. It was clear the girl had simply accepted how things were, and any upset she might have felt over her abandonment had been worked through... what was, was, and getting upset about it would change nothing, and only lead to more problems. It appeared that the mental practice required to keep Ingoth's aggression in check had in fact shifted Cairenn's entire personality regarding conflict resolution and holding grudges.

A wan smile was Cairenn's response to her aunt's teasing about the young woman attracting male attention, and she replied, "I'm sure Ingoth's mindvoice will keep anyone away if it becomes necessary," clearly taking the weyrling rules regarding avoidance of all romance or flirting very seriously. It appeared the girl had hardened not only in body, but in mind as well, and her expression and voice were somehow simultaneously calm and vigilant, ready for anything yet not on-edge. It seemed as if isolation from her family was not the only thing the redweyrling had adapted to in the near Turn since she Impressed Ingoth, and while the connection was still present, it was clearly going to be a bit like creating a relationship with a new person rather than fixing a damaged one. A more open smile met the compliment regarding her care of Ingoth, and she replied, "Thank you... I strive to be the best dragonrider I can be, and making sure both of us are in the best shape possible is part of that. It takes work, cleaning and oiling something Ingoth's size, but the results are worth it."

Ingoth replied to Tserieth, her increased age having softened the inborn growl of her mindvoice not a bit, "I have learned to hunt on my own, so I would be happy to join you." She did not bother telling Cairenn where she was going... the two had become so intimately close over their time as weyrlings, spending so much time with no one for company but each other, that their bond was incredibly sensitive... Cairenn would know what direction, and generally how far away, Ingoth was just by focusing on their bond, and vice versa, and if anything went wrong with either end of the bond, the other would know it instantly.

Cairenn nodded affirmatively to Roselle's talk of seeking out a meal, and followed her aunt towards the hustle and bustle of the Hold proper. In response to the greenrider's mention of missing the opening ceremonies, Cairenn shrugged and replied, "Hold politics are of no concern to me, anyway. We keep them safe, no matter what noble gets propped up on the top of the heap, as long as they do their part for us."

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While he hardly considered himself to be like many other Holders or even the Council, he did see the wisdom in ensuring bloodlines continued. Things could go from fine to tragic in a moment - this he knew from experience - it would be a right shame for something to happen to the young couple, even more so without an heir in place. Crescent’s Lord and Lady had no heir, thus his placement on the western continent. Noting the woman’s choice of words Callum could not hide the small smirk that tugged at his lips. Broodmare. Amused he simply inclined his head to Western’s Lady, ”Ah but of course, in time.”
At her inquiry of tailors he looked thoughtful, no names coming to mind outside of his own personal tailors. It would hardly be becoming of him to deny her access to them should she find a need, he was hardly a selfish man but especially so when it came to such trivial things. ”Unfortunately I did not spend much time visiting Western under the previous Steward, though I’m glad to hear he had great things to say about Crescent.” Shaking Basasius’ hand firmly his smile widened as he regarded the young couple, ”I will put my own tailors in contact with you so they can tend to your needs. I’m certain they know which of Western’s tailors is the best of the best as well, so you can have someone in your own Hold for work whenever needed.”

”Dalibor is a true gem, if I may say so.” Here he gave a pointed squeeze of Oreanda’s hand on his arm as he subtly did his best to guide her back to his side. There was no shirking from the limelight when one was with a Lord Holder; he valued her presence and any who might think otherwise could eat dust as far as he was concerned. When Western’s Lord greeted Oreanda as ‘Lady’ his smile deepened until the corners of his eyes wrinkled in his mirth. Callum liked the sound of it - as unlikely as it might be that it would become a reality. Already his advisors had made their stance on the Prideleader quite clear, not that he was too concerned with their thoughts. ”I would love to accompany the two of you on a tour, in fact it was Oreanda here that gave me a real proper tour of the Weyr. Not to say the Weyrleaders didn’t, they were quite welcoming, but she was able to show me other areas of the Weyr that were missed on my initial tour.”

Still grinning he arched a brow at the mention of a hunt, ”Ah, a spring hunt? I cannot say I partake in hunting all that frequently but I would be honored to join you come spring. Surely my eldest would find a hunt intriguing as well. I have been to a few areas that would likely yield fair results with game, we can discuss them further closer to time.” Already Callum found himself glad for the Council’s decision to place Basasius and Baria at Western; both seemed quite different than other Lords and Ladies he was used to associating with back in the north. Basasius’ warm welcome of Oreanda in particular warmed him to the man considerably - no doubt the pair of them would be just what Western needed.

Left to their own devices and nestled close to the slight woman he led her away from the crowd and leaned in, ”You look absolutely wonderful. I’m glad my tailors were able to work with what I described, it’s a far cry from what you’re comfortable in I imagine but you are a vision. I hope you were not offended by the gift?” Eyes peered through his spectacles to take in her form, properly clad in high end formal wear. ”I think they will fit right in here on the western continent, and you did a fine job of greeting them.”

Slowly leading her about he whispered about each of the stalls they were passing, pausing each time in case she wanted to investigate any of them. Looks aplenty were cast their way but he brushed them off without a second thought - he was determined to enjoy his day and no one was going to stop him. ”Is there anything you’d like to get while we’re here? Crafters from all over have come to welcome Western’s new Lord Holders so there is plenty to choose from.”

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’I haven't seen anyone since the hatching feast’. The truth of her niece’s words cut her to the core, though she didn’t let the emotion leak through to her expression fully. Only her lips pressing together in a thin line offered any indication of what was going on beneath the surface. In the time since Cairenn’s impression she’d found herself busy - or perhaps she’d made certain she was busy - so she’d had no time to check up on her. Nodding slightly she gave the faintest of sighs, ”Rosian is still growing like a weed, I’m beginning to think she’ll be taller than me when all is said and done. She has a few new pets, I’m sure she’d be happy to introduce them to you sometime.”

The girl, no the woman’s, observation that her red’s mind voice would keep any interested parties at bay drew a slight smirk from the greenrider. Looking over her niece she nodded more before she continued, ”I was happy to not see your name among those who fell ill over the winter. Your cousin and I were fine as well, C’ian went south for the entire expedition - you know how he is - so of course he found himself sick. Recovered relatively quickly, thank Farnath.”


Milling about for a moment within the crowd she slowly led the way towards the perimeter where the gather stalls were set up, ”Is there anything in particular you wished to look at while we’re here?” After a brief pause she added, ”Moon Masque will be coming up soon, if you’d like me to help put together a dress for you I’d be happy to do so.” As Roselle struggled to try and reconnect with her niece in the Hold, Tserieth found no qualms with the red in the skies above. Banking to the right she led Ingoth away from the Hold proper until the ground below them was no longer covered in stone but instead in lush greenery. Thick brush and trees dotted the landscape for some time before giving way to a series of small clearings, After you.

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Cairenn smiled a bit at the mention of Rosian, though there was sadness in her eyes, as well. "I'm sure I'll barely recognize her," the young woman replied, her voice betraying a bit of emotion for the first time since the pair had reunited. "Perhaps," she continued, "I'll be able to say hello to her some time... if you allow it, of course, with Ingoth... She suddenly trailed off, turning her attention away from her aunt and seeming to seek something out.

After a moment of silence, filled by Roselle's speak of the plague, Cairenn replied, "I keep to myself, so I avoided becoming ill. I saw C'ian on the lists, though it is good he recovered. The redweyrling's words were back to the cool, controlled tone they were before the mention of Rosian, and she continued, "I have not seen you, but I did keep an eye out when the plague struck."

She shook her head negatively at Roselle's next question, replying, "No, nothing in particular... it just seemed like a good excuse to get... out." Then, Roselle mentioned Moon Masque, and Cairenn cocked an eyebrow as she asked, "'Moon Masque'? Whatever is that?"

In the skies outside the Hold, Ingoth followed the lead of the older green, her eyes searching the ground for the promised prey. Soon, a field with a large, scattered herd of wild burdenbeasts presented itself, and as Tserieth then gave a quick mental word, Ingoth swung around to target a group of older calves, protected by a few older males. Reaching out, she roared both out loud and into the minds of the animals, spooking even the guarding males long enough to swoop in and snatch up a pair of calves, one in each claw, taking wing once more before the bulls could recover and attempt to gore her. Flying back up towards Tserieth with her prizes, she sent, "I can share, if you'd like, or else I shall wait for you to get your own if you'd prefer."


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M'rio arrived at the Gather well after the speeches and opening hoopla, having had problems convincing Jafath to carry him here at all after he had crushed the dragon's dreams by letting him know that, no, it was not possible for a dragon to speak to and get into the good graces of a Lord Holder by himself, and M'rio was not going to get himself involved in the burgundy's plots and politicking. He'd finally convinced the burgundy by peddling the dragon's most favored coin: a favor, to cash in at some point in the future. Landing smoothly in the marked field and dismounting, the burgundyrider quickly stripped off his flight leathers, revealing a tight pair of cotton slacks, capped with a well-polished pair of calf-high black leather boots, along with a bright red shirt with white stitching, buttoned to mid-chest and sporting voluminous sleeves cinched at the wrist. His fingers and neck were adorned with glittering jewels set in gold and silver rings and necklaces... gifts from his mother, of course.

Jafath spotted a gleam of bright red in the sky, which could only mean one thing... a sub-queen. He took off without a word, looking to weasel his way into some favors from the female dragon, knowing that M'rio would call for him when the man was ready to head back to the Weyr. M'rio, for his part, headed into the Gather proper, absorbing the festive atmosphere and warm spring air, so needed after a long, cold winter and the sadness that came from the jungle plague and the losses that came with it. It wasn't long before he found himself perusing the tent of a clothier, seeking out some new outfits to complement his current wardrobe, a half-eaten bubbly pie in one hand.
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"Yes, my Lord. Sleeping quite soundly, but we will both be ever at your service should you have need," she had replied honestly to the newest Lords Holder, and while they had seemed quite nice--and had been much more gracious than she could have ever known, though Callum would certainly explain to her in due thim, she was quite glad to be out from under their scrutiny. It was such an uncomfortable thing. She could not imagine the pressure they were all under--or perhaps they had grown accustomed to it having been born and raised in it. Still, she found herself blushing to know that her Lord Holder had not only inspected her as well, but found her quite an acceptable vision. "Not offended. Terrified, and..." she rubbed her hands up and down the fabric. "I feel more naked than when I am quite naked," but she smiled all the same.

"I know you would never do a thing to cause me harm, my Lord. I could never be offended by your kind gestures." She was relieved and pleased beyond all words to fall in alongside him, her arm twined with his as a Lady's would be, and simply enjoy another day together. Especially knowing that day was a celebration. Osk was a sleepy afterthought in the back of her head. Sometimes an image of his dreams would bubble to the surface and other times it would be a tender feeling of love or pride. Even when at rest he made his presence known and it gave her the strength to walk with Crescent's Lord Holder in full view of all under the gentle warmth of Rukbat's gaze. She could hear the quiet murmur of distant dragons teasing just within reach inside her mind, like the hum of a VTOL straying after candlelight, but she did not reach for them.

They were, as always, simply a constant noise that came and went to her awareness. Instead she focused as she always did when with Callum, on the warmth of his arm beneath her hand, and the pulsating note of his heartbeat when she could catch it around the thickness of his clothing. "I wouldn't even know to ask," she laughed softly. "You grew up knowing how fine things can be, others know the fine things and yearn for them, and then there are those like me, who have no notion of what they might be missing. Where would you start if you were very new to most Gathers? Before you, my Lord, i would mostly ride around on Osk and watch through his eyes." As he probably well remembered.


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So much drama had befallen Western Hold, Rayna reflected as she listened to the welcoming speech from the new Lord Holder. Yet now they had a slate wiped clean of sorts. There was no bad blood between them and Western now as there had been before. Of course, the Lady Irohvyne never made any indication that she still blamed Dalibor for the death of her husband but Rayna had her doubts. After all, everything they heard was that Irohvyne had loved D'lios. Well, she need not dwell on such thoughts. Instead she should have thanked the first egg that they now had an opportunity to get to know Lord Holder Basasius and his Lady Baria.

The Lady herself seemed somewhat uncomfortable with the large crowd that had gathered and Rayna sympathised with the woman. Some said speaking in front of a large crowd was worse than death itself. She was more accustomed to it now but she did not forget a time when addressing the whole Weyr sent her stomach into loops.

Presently, the Lord and Lady of Western seemed occupied with Lord Holder Callum of Crescent and Rayna was content to let them discuss. It would do well to have harmony between the Holds of the Western Continent. Certainly, she was not about to interrupt what looked to be an established conversation.

You ought to interrupt.
I think that would be the height of rudeness. Rayna responded shortly.
Suit yourself but if you don't speak with them they will spread rumours about how ruuuude you are not to have gone to pay your compliments.
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I am not about to leave without greeting them at all, that would be foolish.
I will remind you to divert your attention from the wonderful Couineth to the Lord Holders. Even if it is soooo rude of you to ignore me.

Rayna shook her head biting into the pie, trying and failing to hide her amusement from Couineth.

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Oh. My. God. Was that? Yes, yes it was. Everane immediately changed her course, managing to dash by the trader that had left Rayna's side with the tray of bubbly pies. She swiped one for herself before the poor man could say anything at all, causing her flits to creel in alarm. What was their silly girl up to now? Couineth! she shouted in greeting, her fondness clear in her enthusiasm. How's it going? Do you guys need anything? Gathers are fun, aren't they? Do you want a bubbly pie? I can totally steal some more. The small blonds face lit up as she came to stand before Rayna.

"Weyrwoman," she greeted, performing a rather practiced curtsy. "Quite the shindig, huh?" she noted, turning back to peer over at where the new Lady and Lord were deep in conversation with the Prideleader and Lord Callum. "I wonder what they're all talkin' 'bout," she mused round a bite of pie. Swallowing down the chunk, Everane's gaze fell back to Rayna. "They seem pretty... alright." Her opinions were probably best left to herself, but given she was now a person of the Weyr she supposed it was appropriate to share her opinions with the Weyrwoman. "Hard to say, really, but at least the new Lord is nice to look at." Nothing wrong with a bit of honesty, was there? Grinning cheekily, Ever broke off a piece of the hot pie to feed to her yellow. Sparky scarfed the offering down, which elicited protests from Kirby. Dizzy merely cocked her head to the side. The little cyan was curious about the food, for she had never seen a bubbly pie before.

"Does the change in Lord-holdership much effect the Weyr?" she inquired, wondering how privy Candidates were allowed to be when it came to politics. She was interested, regardless of whether or not Rayna could, feasibly, give much of an answer. Everane liked to know things--especially the things she ought not to know! Clothes-shopping could wait, cause hanging out with the Weyrwoman was much cooler.

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A voice that was not Rayna's entered Couineth's mind at that point but it was one she remembered. Now, had Everane not ingratiated herself to Couineth at the feast celebrating her last hatching, the gold might have objected to Everane's greeting. As it was, Everane was useful and amusing. She had brought the things Couineth had needed on the night of the hatching feast. Useful and willing. Plus, Couineth reflected,
friendly. She supposed that was also a positive aspect of humans. The gold straightened a little at the fondness in the girl's tone, loving to be loved of course. There was no shaking that part of her personality even if it had become mellowed over the turns.

Ah Everane, no no, I have eaten recently but do keep an eye out for something beautiful for me to wear. I see all these ladies walking around in beautiful clothes. Perhaps there would be something you can convince Mine to get for me. A scarf (or more likely a tapestry) could do just fine. Maybe something she could wear on a foreclaw. She allowed Rayna to be privvy to the conversation with the girl, hoping Rayna would have a harder time saying no to the friendly candidate than to her dragon.

The Weyrwoman turned at the approach of the young woman a slightly bewildered expression on her face as Everane approached her with all the energy of a whirlwind. Once the young woman began speaking, Rayna relaxed with a smile and a glance in the direction of the Holders. She actually laughed out loud at the comment about the new Lord being nice to look at.
"Don't be getting too carried away with your imaginations," She replied with good humour.

Those that could hear and speak with all the dragons intrigued her. That was what Everane could do, how else would Couineth have been able to speak with her in this way? Rayna did not take offense, of course, it would have been difficult to deny a major part of yourself.

She pondered the question of the Lord-holdership for a moment.
"It can. We rely on the Holders for tithe and they rely on us to protect them from Threadfall. You would not remember a time when Thread did not fall," a thought that briefly horrified her, "But sometimes Holders can question why they must part with their goods in order to tithe to a Weyr. Not a problem Dalibor has really had but a poor relationship with the Holds can cause problems. Plus we must be able to Search for candidates from the Holds. It is our right but far better to be granted enthusiastic permission."

She took a bite of her pie and then added with reassurance, "I do not anticipate that any of those problems would occur."

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At the emotion creeping into her niece’s voice Roselle paused and reached out to grab one of the girl’s hands in her own. There was no more dancing around the issue, no more pretending that her bias against her niece’s dragon had not hurt Cairenn at all. ”I suppose it could be worse, you could have Impressed the red from the last hatching. Did you hear what she did to that rider who was helping with the healers on the sands?” Shaking her head she gave Cairenn’s hand a squeeze, ”I trust you Cairenn. That means I also must trust Ingoth as she’s a part of you. I’m sorry I wasn’t as supportive as I should have been from the get go. It is… difficult. Certainly a red complicated things to an extent, but I allowed my personal bias to get between us. For that I am sincerely sorry.” It was her turn to be emotional, nearly tearing up as she laid her feelings out in the open. The distance between them was her fault but she wanted to move past that. She would still worry, she could not help but do so, but at least it was Cairenn the beast was bonded to. At least she knew she could trust her flesh and blood to not allow something terrible to happen.

Another squeeze was given to the girl’s hand before she released it, reaching up to brush away the tears brimming in her eyes. It would do no good to start crying out in the open surrounded by so many people. They were here to celebrate, to enjoy the day. Regardless of if this was the turning point for repairing the relationship with her niece or not they still had time together here and now. Clearing her throat she nodded as Cairenn mentioned just wanting to get out and about. ”Well the first stop should be bubbly pies. You still like them right?”

Regardless of the redweyrling’s answer she stopped in front of the merchant delving out pies. Offering a quarter mark she took four small pies from him, offering two to her niece. ”We’ll stop back by before we leave and get some for Rosian and C’ian.” Taking a bite of one she gave a soft mmmmmmm as she enjoyed the gooey berry insides. A bit of flaky pastry clung to her lips after her second bite and she quickly brushed it aside before nodding, ”Ah, right. Doubt any of the north has bothered picking it up.” Leading the way so they were not so pressed upon by others wishing to get pies she took another bite of her first pie before answering, ”It’s a celebration borrowed from the south, it lasts a whole sevenday! Festive dresses and outfits, masks, harpers in the dining hall every evening. It’s a lot of fun. I can make you something to wear and I’m sure Rosian will be wanting to make us all masks to wear.”

Allowing the younger drake her kills Tserieth did not respond with words to the red's offer to share her meal. Instead she dove down at the still scattering herd, swooping around the outer edge of where they were running about in order to force them to double back. Turning quickly in the air she dove again, talons out in front of her in order to snatch one of the older and slower beasts. Clamping down on her kill she carried it back up into the air where Ingoth awaited, clearly pleased as she addressed her. There is another clearing where we can eat in peace. Turning she led the way to another opening in the trees where they could land and enjoy their meal without disruptions.

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”Does that look like it will fit me in its current condition?” Scowling at the clothier Aeslyn held the dress out in front of her once more to show how large it was compared to her. While she was by no means a stick figure she was not quite so big that the offered dress would fit her without plenty of tailoring - tailoring she was not of the mind to pay for even if she liked the shade of fabric. Clearly offended she handed it back to the man (more so lightly tossed - one might mistake the woman for a spoiled holder’s brat than a drudge with her high and mighty attitude) and took a step back in order to look over another dress. Unfortunately the area behind her was occupied and she found her rear end bumping straight into M’rio’s side. Jumping in surprise she whirled around, brows furrowed ready to scold the man for not minding where he was going; instead her face softened into a smile as she caught sight of his knots and accessories. A well off dragonrider? He might be useful at some point so there was little sense in alienating him immediately, ”My mistake, I didn’t see you there.” Looking him over one hand went to her blonde locks, running her fingers through loose curls. ”You’re from Dalibor right?”

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”There is nothing for you to fear while you are with me.” Words flowed smoothly with all the confidence and conviction he could muster. Though they were in the open and she lacked her wher’s protection he hoped she would feel safe with him; he had no intentions of letting her out of his sight or letting anything bad happen to her. Callum had already lost his wife, it would be a cold day on Rukbat before he’d lose another person he cared about if it could be helped. Placing a hand over hers he gave a soft squeeze, ”If you worry about what they might think,” his head nodded to the throngs of people around them, though he knew full well the motion was lost on her, ”you shouldn’t be. It is me they will be talking of, not you. Their opinions do not concern me in the least nor should they bother you.” Living under the scrutiny of others was all he knew. From the day he was born he was expected to walk a certain way, talk a certain way, present himself a certain way - and he had for all intents and purposes. Let them wonder and worry their silly little minds about his companion, it was not as if he had tossed her over a table and been inappropriate with her. He was simply enjoying an outing with good friend as far as it appeared from the outside looking in; only he and Oreanda knew of the private moments they had shared so many months ago.

”I am glad you agreed to join me today, it is a wonderful day.” Made all the more so by her presence, though he dared not say as much aloud and leave her cheeks rosy from the admission. They teetered on the edge of a good friendship and something much more - it was almost palpable yet he was uncertain. Where other women would have clamored to be with him simply due to his status she was different, she demanded more thought and for that he found himself enamored by her even more. ”My children always head straight for the games and sweets. If I’m not mistaken I saw a stall with a gentleman selling a chance at winning firelizard eggs, if you were of the mind to take on another mouth to feed.”

Taking the lead his steps were purposeful yet he was not rushed. Occasionally he would pause and gently pull on her arm to keep her from bumping into someone - or to keep them from bumping into her. Excitement hung in the air around them along with the heavy scent of at least a dozen different decadent foods. Weaving in and out of other people he led her to their first stop - one of the handful of stalls selling bubbly pies. Buying each of them one he carried them to where a table had been set up for people to enjoy their food at. Pies were laid on the table before he helped her carefully gather her skirts and sit, only sitting once she was properly settled. ”Here we are, a bubbly pie to start things off.”

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Cairenn allowed Roselle to take her hand, but as the greenrider spoke, the young woman's face showed a hint of emotion... an emotion that got stronger the longer Roselle spoke, until finally it was visible enough to have a name put to it... anger. Turning to her aunt, her veneer of calm cracked like a mirror fallen to the floor, Cairenn grabbed Roselle's other hand and said, "But that's the thing... it shouldn't matter what dragon I Impressed to! Baihunjinth had Ingoth under his claw before she even Impressed me, after she tried to..." At this, Cairenn's mouth snapped shut momentarily, clearly still not willing to speak of the incident aloud even after all this time, and after a moment she continued, ...you know what happened. He could have crushed her easily right then and there, but he didn't... he saw potential in his daughter, he saw she could become more than her confused, freshly-hatched actions. He let her live, and she chose ME. And the Weyrleader and the Werywoman trusted Ingoth's judgement... trusted ME. Yet, my own aunt couldn't trust me? Couldn't trust that Ingoth chose me for a reason? Couldn't put the same trust in me that the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman did, couldn't put the same trust in Ingoth? Why did it take until now to do something that two people who didn't even know me did as soon as I Impressed Ingoth?" As she spoke, her voice growing louder as her emotion broke free from the binds she had kept it under, her eyes streaming tears as they ignored the looks they got from those around them, Cairenn's true feelings burst forth, her pain and her anger at what she clearly saw as her aunt's betrayal and mistrust washing over the redweyrling in a tide, her hands gripping Roselle's tightly, almost painfully.

Finally, everything was out, and Cairenn's anger and pain washed out of her reddened face, leaving her drooping like an inflated balloon. Releasing Roselle's hands, she sniffed and wiped at her eyes and face, her control slowly repairing itself as her mask was rebuilt, her face returning to its controlled state, her red-rimmed eyes and the slight dampness on her cheeks the only things betraying what had just occurred. At her aunt's suggestion, she nodded silently, clearly not yet trusting her voice after her outburst, and followed the greenrider while those who had stopped to watch the show slowly went back to their own business.

Cairenn accepted the bubbly pies without a word, taking a very small bite of one of them and nodding as Roselle mentioned coming back later. She then listened patiently as Roselle explained Moon Masque, and shrugged noncommittally as she replied, "If you would like to, you may. Thank you for the offer." Her voice was mostly recovered from her earlier outburst, only a hint of roughness at the edges as any indicator of what had happened.

Out in the fields, Ingoth watched as Tserieth completed her hunt, then followed the older dragon towards the indicated location. Partway there, the red suddenly dropped slightly in the air, her eyes swirling red as a throaty growl emerged from her maw, her flight pattern choppy as she fought an internal battle. During her reaction, any attempt from Tserieth to help or question her would be met with an aggressive growl both physically and mentally, though the mental growl would be tinged with confusion. Soon, the red faded from her eyes and her flight pattern stabilized, and she sent to Tserieth, "I apologize, Mine suddenly had a fit of extreme anger... and I believe it was directed at Yours. But, you are a member of my pack, and so I could not attack you if you were not attacking me, and so I was very confused. It seems to have passed, now. Let's continue towards the clearing again."

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M'rio was feeling the material of a bright orange shirt, curious whether it was high-quality enough to justify the price, when suddenly something soft bumped into his hip, almost making him drop his bubbly pie. Deftly saving the flaky treat, he turned to face the person who had nearly made him lose his dessert, ready to comment on their lack of spatial awareness (clearly ignoring his own lack), when he was suddenly faced with an attractive blonde woman smiling up at him. "It's no problem," he said, shifting away from his original plans and taking the woman's free hand in his pie-free hand and kissing the back of it as he continued, "I am indeed. M'rio of Jafath, at your service. To whom do I owe the pleasure?"
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Caasum had been outfitted in his best, the same as the rest of the children, though his clothing lacked any excess ornamentation in remembrance of his mother and her own practical tastes. She had never been one to flaunt her status or indulge in hollow luxuries, one of the many reasons the people of Crescent had loved her so, and yet, none of that mattered now that she was gone. It was only a matter of time before someone else would come and take her place, both as Lady Holder and as a member of their little family. Then all that would be left of his mother would be the memories in his head. Oh yes, Caas knew, despite the care taken by his attendants to shield him from such talk. He might be only a boy, but he wasn't deaf or stupid.

He hated it. The notes passed by firelizard, the words relayed behind closed doors...he hated it all. The rumors about his father and the wherhandler by the name of Oreanda were especially biting; it was all he could do to not snap at the smirks that passed between two of the holdfolk when Oreanda arrived. What do you know? The boy took deliberate care to not look at her - at them - as they passed into the inner square. Penna and Pascal were just making it worse with their ogling. You little dimglows... He stuck his tongue out at Penna when he thought nobody would notice, hoping it would end her failed attempts at espionage. Pascal, at least, wasn't a giggling mess like their sister was.

However, thoughts of his siblings's conduct were all but abolished from his mind as the Crescent entourage neared the new Lord and Lady Holder of Western. Basasius. Caas' eyes drifted. Baria. The boy straightened. He knew it was only a matter of time before his father introduced them to the couple as his children. Sure enough, he heard his name called alongside Pascal's and gave the appropriate bow, though not before a brief look of annoyance flashed across his face at the mention of making friends with the pair's future children. Seriously? Oops- control yourself, Caas! He continued to berate himself for his unexpected facial lapse throughout the rest of the conversation and didn't dare utter a word lest he accidentally make a poor representation of Crescent's future.

The boy's dismissal to go have fun was met with a tentative smile. Briefly, dark brown eyes flitted to Oreanda who hadn't left his father's side, but he turned on his heels and gestured a Crescent holdfolk to him without comment. His father knew what he was doing. As for his newfound freedom, Caas didn't have any exact plan in mind and wandered aimlessly through the sea of bodies until something caught his attention. "Do whers typically come in that color?" he asked with wide-eyed interest to a passing wherling (Zel). Admittedly, he hadn't seen many whers, but he thought this one was especially striking to look at.

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Do wher's typically come in that color?

Zel blinked to see a young boy standing near herself and Zelsk. He sounded genuinely curious, and she couldn't fault him. To someone who didn't hear the news from Dalibor, Zelsk would look like an unusually shiny red of some variety...which might explain why people weren't keep to approach. Zelsk, of course, was offended by the suggestion that someone might mistake her for anything less than what she was, a copper queen! As if the sight of her metallic hide should divine the knowledge upon any onlooker her true nature.

Before she could reply, Zel snapped her mouth shut. If she wasn't mistaken, this boy was the son of the lord holder Callum. She saw him with the man earlier before her thoughts drifted away from the holders that Zelsk wanted to converse with. In the wake of her silence, her partner was glad to speak up. Because she certainly didn't mind. She was utterly giddy at the prospect. Younger minds were more malleable. Children easier to impress.

I am Copper, she said to him, lifting her chin and flicking the end of her tail. They say Zelsk is first of her color to bond. If others, not seen. Zelsk lowered her head to nose closer to the boy, causing Zel to grip her harness tighter. Not like she was going to try to touch the boy. She knew better than to bite those she wanted as allies. Zelsk's is Zel. What your name?

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