T'rell (#5123)
A small fellow, his shoulders are broad, his hands well-calloused, and his form compact and fit. His dirt-brown eyes sparkle with mischief and humor to lend a joke to his hair, which has become quite a remarkable shade of light grey. His features are unlined except when he's laughing and are free and mobile with his expressions, such that all his five feet and four inches of height are alight with a juvenile and contagious spirit.
A short beard is trimmed more or less neatly, the light brown-grey dusting his jawline.
A black, short jacket has been taken from the closet and dusted off, covering an un-ironed, tailored shirt. A not-so-worn pair of black trousers ensure his comfort, as do dark, well-worn shoes. His wingrider's knot is threaded through a shoulder epaulet, its bronze strand winding unevenly through the orange and black of Ista.
T'rell is 33 Turns, 9 months, and 11 days old.

Kaeryn (#7720)
With a height of about 5 foot 4, this young woman is not exactly overbearing in stature, but the confident air about her makes her seem a little taller. The strands of her golden hair flow fluidly down her back, ending in gentle curls at her waist. Bringing attention to the features of her heart shaped face are her blue eyes, highlighted with golden flecks, that sparkle mischievously in the light. Her skin is lightly tanned and delicate, tiny freckles powdering her small nose. A mysterious look in her eyes, and the way her pale pink lips upturn in a smile make her seem even more attractive. On her right wrist, there is a strip of harper blue wherhide that was formed into a bracelet. On her left hand, a glimmering band of gold wraps around her ring finger, shining brilliantly as it catches and reflects the light. The gold was molded carefully into the design of two intertwined firelizards, the eyesof each set with small but brilliant stones, one of a deep but shining green and the other of a spectacular cyan.
Kaeryn's slender form is wrapped in an elabourate gown of breathtakingly vivid red, the velvet crimson of fresh rose petals illuminating golden hair and lending the flush of fire to her sunkissed face. The soft ivory of a cotton chemise peeks out from under the more luxurious fabric, both in lace-trimmed cuffs and in front where a deep V plunges almost to her waist. A long scarlet ribbon laces up over her chest there, offering only the slightest tantalizing glimpse of chemise or skin. Long sleeves fit close to her arms, widening only at her wrists to allow the display of the undershift's lacy edge. The gown's bodice, too, is fitted, conforming to her body's slender curves and tamed at her waist by a filmly sash of vibrant, dazzling gold. From here, rich velvet cascades to the floor in a glorious six-gore skirt, swirling liquidly around the Harper's legs with each graceful movement and hiding her scarlet slippers beneath its filigree-trimmed hem. Hidden mostly behind Kae's golden curls is a slender golden beauty, only the whirling blue eyes giving away Eppie's hiding place.
A knot of blue and white adorns Kaeryn's shoulder. Two twisted chords formed into a loop and a long tail represent her ranks as a Journeyman of the Harper Hall. Within the knot is a ribbon of dark blue and a ribbon of white signifying her posting at Tillek Hold.
Kaeryn is 22 Turns, 7 months, and 23 days old.

Atithis (#16415)
Atithis is a fairly tall man, with a thin and wiry frame. His long legs make for a quick and powerful stride, and he always seems to walk with purpose. His posture is fine and his shoulders are broadly planted. His chin is up and he looks to be a true gentleman. Having been raised right and proper, as he would say, he looks serious and purposeful. His curly blond hair falls to his shoulders and his green eyes quickly dart around the room. He always has some sort of hide, record, book, or paper in his hand, and you can bet he is a work-a-holic.

Kaetetrini (#15157)
An unassuming woman, Trini stands just over five feet. She moves her slight frame, thin hips and small bust with a quiet, shy countenance, as if she is oblivious to anything that may be amiss. Her stormy blue eyes look out at the world from a small face, a little nose is perched above full, pale pink lips. Fire colored curls, cut to the nape of her neck in a child's haircut, move about her head of their volition. Wayward spirals shape her thin visage, and curls along her cheeks, two dollops of rose pink on the sides of her face, which accentuate her pale, creamy skin, unblemished save for a small scar above her left eyebrow.
Cranberry tones are lush in a luminious sisal gown that shirrs just off the shoulders and is cut into a sweetheart neckline leaving the arms and neck bare. Wire thin threads of gold are cast in embroidery of minute fellis blossims, frail vines and curled leaves. And infinite number of gilded stitches whorl on the bodice together with cranberry and silver beading to form a true lady's bodice. The drop waist forms the full skirt that pools into a short rear train with a saucy flouce at the back just where the rows of gold buttons end at the lower back. A sheer blush of organza and shimmering gilded cloth fall from their attachment at each shoulder and traipse down to create a long train over the skirt that shimmies along the floor. The glimmering train can be wrapped around each arm for dancing. Crafted with a modest heel, cranberry shoes with gold tassles accent her ankles with gilded ribbon lacing around them. Long, matching gloves as beautifully embroidered as the gown encase the hands and the whole of the arm. A full face mask in gold leaf and set into the expression of a serene regal lady with full lips. It hides the face to the chin and does not tie but rests on the crown of the head where it sports an elaborate attached head piece of gold, cranberry and sparks of silver. Only the eyes of the wearer show, and thick curls of red hair poke from the faux headdress in an elaborate style. Glittering glass jewels that mimic diamonds and rubies sparkle as they are studded along the sides of the masque face and up into intricate spirals on the head piece. On closer inspection the head piece is an amalgam of ladies, dolphins and firelizards curled in sea play.
A knot of deep blue and bright white cords, twining together with a long tail, hangs from the Head Cook's shoulder. Ribbons of dark brown and warm gold twists around it delicately, and peeking through the mass of cords are two badges; one a loaf of bread , and the other a wineskin pouring into a glass, indicating that the Head Cook of Tillek Hold is also a Vintner CrossCrafter.
Kaetetrini is 21 Turns, 3 months, and 13 days old.

Masoren (#17849)
Masoren is 6'2", has blue eyes and medium length, brown hair, just long enough to be blown by the wind. He has wide shoulders and strong arms. His facial features have sharp angles to them.
Masoren is stylishly dressed in a White Tunic that flows loosely about his torso and arms. The neckline of the tunic is V-shaped. He wears wher-hide pants that are dyed a medium brown and are stylishly worn. His belt, of finewher-hide, is black with a silver buckle in the hape of an opened book. The boots that he wears are also made of wher-hide and dyed brown. They ome up just past his ankles, to about the middle of his lower leg. They look to be made to be used or a long time, under much, constant use. A long, flowing cape dyed a deep crimson is clasped around Masoren's neck. It flows out from behind him in the wind, while draping almost to the ground elsewise.
Masoren wears the knot of a Paradise Trader
Masoren is 23 Turns, 3 months, and 9 days old.

Lyndsay (#17478)
Her caramel-colored, shiny hair is pulled back into a quick ponytail, her deep sparkling ocean blue eyes filled with laughter and happiness. Her nose is short and stubby, turning up a bit at the tip. She has creamy pink lips turned seemingly permanent in a slight smile, perhaps a true optimist with talent at seeing the bright side of things when everything looks hopeless. She has a small and slender build, standing shorter than most, but almost seems out-of-proportion from the inches she's put on lately. Her skin is pale and creamy, although she's a bit sunburned on her cheeks, making them a off-shade of pink. Her hands are long, with fingers seeming to go on for miles. Marring her ring-finger is a tiny scar, tinted a pinkish red, probably fading from a brighter color over the years. Some might call her a tomboy, preferring riding runnerbeasts and running around with her fostermother's canine, Kazrina, to needlework and such.A few wisps of her ponytail fly loose, the wind juggling them around and causing them to float around in a halo, framing her face.
She wears a long-sleeved cotton dress of the palest frosty blue, the sleeves rolled up in an unorganized fashion. The sky-blue splendor is marred only by a few lone patches of dirt from exploring Pern to its fullest. A few well-polished pewter rings glimmer faintly, with images of rainbows and firelizards clanking together. Bonding to the odd curves in her feet are some smooth, brown wherhide sandals, worn from use.
Around her neck she bears a delicate necklace with a shimmering aquamarine gemstone, casting a pure, innocent light over her.
Lyndsay is 13 Turns, 9 months, and 8 days old.

Cylara (#18487)
With her green-grey hazel eyes flecked with blue and yellow and sun bleached flaming red hair, put up in a braid, Cylara seems perfectly at home under any circumstance. Whether it be having fun outdoors, or or in crisis, a faint air of grace always surrounds her. With a lanky figure, fairly tall, she could easily top many of the women of Pern.
A simple, yet elegant gown of deep blue is Cylara's special day outfit, its simple lines and flared skirt complimenting her willowy figure. An ivory shawl is draped around her shoulders, handstitching along its edge creating a flowery border in blue. Soft, lined slippers grace her feet, their ivory toes peeking occasionally beneath her skirt as she moves.
Cylara is 15 Turns, 3 months, and 1 day old.

Courtyard of Tillek Hold (#2756)

T'rell unfastens secured flying straps even before his dragon has come to a complete stop, fingers hurried.

Kaeryn bounces down the steps towards T'rell with a warm smile and a wave. "I thought I saw a gorgeous bronze dragon flying by," she says with a grin as she reaches Sejith and gives him an affectionate rub.

T'rell grins to Sejith. "Have fun, and don't let me lose track of time again," he requests, hurriedly, then turns to actually look where he was striding, only narrowly avoiding a collision with Kaeryn. "Hey," he laughs lightly. "You look nice."

Sejith rumbles softly, relaxing his head on his foreleg to make his head more scritchable. Appreciative, as always.

Kaeryn dips into a semi-dramatic curtsey before T'rell and she nods her head politely to both rider and dragon. "There's a ball going on inside, you know," she explains as she brings herself back to a full standing position and returns part of her attention to Sejith and scritches.

T'rell chuckles, straightening his jacket and brushing off imaginary dust. "Really? Gosh, do I look okay," he jokes -- too late, in any case, even if he couldn't bribe anyone to iron his shirt.

"As handsome as ever, if not more so," Kae compliments with a bright smile and a quick kiss is planted on T'rell's cheek. "Would you be so kind as to be my escort?" she requests sweetly as she extends her arm.

T'rell takes Kaeryn's offered arm graciously and as a gentleman should (he does *have* manners, just doesn't use them much). "Nothing would please me more, m'lady Journeyman."

Kurt looks at Kalina, and wipes his forehead again. "Hello again..." he says with an actual smile.

Kae's smile brightens and she motions with her free hand towards the door. "Shall we, then?" she whispers softly. "There's food and dancing, and even masques... I've been in several times, but without an escort, I just felt...." she shrugs and blushes slightly. For a harper, she really isn't a big crowds person.

"Jerran's off harpering somewhere again?" T'rell asks companionably as he matches Kaeryn's stride toward the hold's doors, then gives a wink as he adds, "Seems like the man doesn't know when he's got it good."

Great Hall (#944)

"If he's off, I'm here, if I'm here, he's off," Kae explains softly, a small pout pulling at the corners of her lips. "I was feeling sad about not having a dance partner, but now you're here!" She half waltzes towards the ballroom.

At mention of dance, T'rell sweeps Kaeryn into a waltz hold, giving her a half-twirl. "You've got some good music, I trust," he confirms. "Good, long-winded harpers, right?"

"Better be good, long-winded harpers!" Kae giggles and steps towards the ballroom. "Let us go see, shall we? and if not, there's good wine and food!" She giggles again and steps quickly towards the other room.

Ballroom (#17194)

Atithis is lead blushing and embarrassed off of the stage. He thanks Faranth for the mask or else he'd be running screaming out of the room right now. As it is, he cowers over towards the buffet table, hoping to be lost in the crowd of hungry eaters. He's still attached to Trini, but that doesn't stop him... he's strong when he needs to be.

Kaetetrini leads Atithis back away from the dance floor, as if, perhaps, someway it is to blame for her sore backside. "Are y'al right," she turns to the Lord Steward, and asks him the question, having not done so on the dance floor proper.

T'rell grins as he follows Kaeryn in. "Dances first, or wine?" He glances about, locating the important items.

Kaeryn enters on T'rell's arm, a bright smile on her face as she turns to him to answer his question. "Wine then dancing?" she smiles, "the wine makes some of us dance better," she explains with a wink.

Lyndsay's curiosity steadily grows over the lives of the people in the room with her: their troubles, their joys, their lives. She studies each person, as if searching for somebody of her own age.

Vandra glides across the floor, stopping every now and then to murmur softly to the women that are in attendance. Unlike the guests, she is dressed as she is every day, only her proud manner as her mask. She stops to talk to one of the cotholders, a warm smile on her face as she exchanges news of the Hold children.

T'rell chuckles low. "If you insist," he defers to Kaeryn willingly enough, stopping first at the nearest wineskin.

Atithis grabs a plate from the buffet and puts it up to his face so that only he and Trini can hear what he says. After several seconds of mumbling, his face is its usual cheerful self again and he acts as though nothing has happened, heading down the buffet line and grabbing all sorts of goodies.

Toren wanders tiredly over to greet Vandra, "Welcom, "she isn't sure how to address the Lady but her greeting is warm and genuine. "It is good to see you."

Kae scoops up a pair of goblets and holds them up to be filled, "A little for each of us, please?" she requests quietly. Her bright blue eyes scan the room as she waits for the goblets to be filled. "So many people, and so many costumes..."

Cylara says, "Indeed, I have never seen so many people in one place in my entire life."

Kaetetrini tsks, and follows after the Lord Steward, not getting anything to eat herself, "S'alright," she says quietly, though not privately. "Sometimes that happens." What happens, she doesn't say. But she seems unwilling to give him up quite yet. Perhaps she hasn't seen her Auntie Vandra yet, or assumes Toren is busy with someone else, or her sore rump keeps her mind away from the crowd behind her.

Vandra smiles at Toren, and takes her hand warmly. "Toren. So good to see you. Are you having a good time?" She looks around,and waves at the decorated hall. "I wondered as to all the commotion the past few days. How thoughtful you all are to do this for Trini." She smiles again, and motions to the tables. "Would you care to accompany me while I get something to drink?"

Lyndsay glances down at her faded sky blue dress, and feels a bit under-dressed for the occasion. So many first impressions, so many elaborate gowns, but indeed, more people than she's ever seen in one place.

T'rell glances around at the various partygoers, appreciating a scarlet and lace mask on a passing lady -- or perhaps it was her lace-trimmed bodice he was appreciating. Nevertheless, he agrees with Kaeryn as he hands her the first goblet. "Haven't seen so many uncomfortable people in one place since the last Hatching," he quips.

Atithis sighs and just shakes his head. He's not ready to let /himself/ off the hook yet either. "Care to join me for a bite to eat?" He asks hopefully. I promise I won't get near you..." he adds, somewhat jokingly but bearing a serious tone.

Lyndsay giggles at T'rell's remark, and tries harder to loosen up without seeming overbearing. Masoren notices Bodai across the way and walks over to her. "Good eve Bodai!"

Kaetetrini giggles, and for an answer and reassurance, she hooks her arms with one of his, and her eyes show taht she's smiling underneath the mask. "I've eaten," she begins to say, and then stops. "Aye," she says, voice high and apparently recovered from her fall. It hurt her pride more than her rump.

Lyndsay turns to Kaetetrini,"I'm not sure, did I hear you say that it was your Turnday?"

Kaeryn grins and shakes her head, "Why would people be uncomfortable?" Yes, why would harpers be uncomfortable in groups of people like this? She takes a sip of her wine and savors the flavor quietly for a moment before another sip is followed.

Bodai blinks looking up from her seat wondering how anyone could recognice her then remembering the tattoos looks in the direction of the voice, "Oh...well Hello..."she says over the noise of the room.

Toren leans weary against a wall near to the hearth and then slumps into a chair there, the party and D'thon have clearly worn her out."

Atithis negotiates the end of the buffet and hoists some Tillek Red, his personal favorite, up from one of the drudges. Then he squeezes past the crowds, nodding politely to the Lady Dowager and the Hostess as they go. He finally comes upon two empty seats and he scoops them up, plopping down and heaving out a large sigh of relief.

Cylara is restless with energy, she did not come to the ball for nothing!

Lyndsay looks aimlessly around the room, before finding what she was looking for and hurrying out, giving a quick wave.

T'rell adjusts his collar -- it may not be starched, but it is buttoned up, and he'd rather it weren't. "Ball clothes aren't allowed to be comfortable," he reminds Kaeryn.

D'thon puts his empty mug and plate down and makes his way over to Toren. "My good lady, my duty to Smith Hall requires that I return to Ista, but I could not possibly tear myself away without expressing to you my sincere gratitude for the magnificent party you've put together here. I had a wonderful time."

Kaetetrini smiles at Lyndsay as she passes, the Lord Steward in no stroll to get to a seat. "Aye," she replies, it is indeed her Turnday. She sinks into the seat across from Atithis, and giggles at his sigh, shaking her head at him. "Eat," she urges.

Toren stands up once agan and courtseys to the rider, "It was my pleasure D'thon. I shall tell Torail that you were here asshe speaks of othing else but of being your little assistant and hasn't taken off that knot since yougave it to her." she smiles from behind the mask, "And thank you againfor thedance."

Bodai stands up to gesture Masoren over to the table she's been sitting at sipping her wine., "Come join Bodai...she grows a bit bored..."

Cylara says, "Would you like to dance with me T'rell?"

Masoren walks over and sits down across from Bodai at her table. "So, how've things been going? Have I missed much?"

Bodai hmms shaking her head,

D'thon says, "It isn't right to be thanked for something I took so much pleasure in myself, but I shall hold your thanks in my heart as a treasured memento of this night." D'thon burps. "Mmmm, good tea. Well, good night, Toren! Until we meet again!""

Bodai hmms shaking her head, "No...not much from what Bodai can gather....someone fell on the dance floor, people danced, drank, ate....left , new ones came in....."

Kaeryn gently brushes T'rell's fingers away from his collar and shakes her head so that her golden curls bounce around her lightly tanned face. "You look so handsome in that outfit, don't mess it up," she whispers quietly so only those nearby can hear. Gentle fingers smooth his collar out again, "You should dress up more often, you know."

Cylara shakes T'rell gently, "T'rell?"

Toren laughs heartily and watches the rider go, a burp a very lovely compliment to a baker.

T'rell stops, about to sip -- he'd just gotten the wine. With a quick glance at Kaeryn, he gives Cylara a smile. "Sure," he accepts amiably. In a swift motion, he takes a quick drink of the wine to wet his throat, then places the glass back on the table. "The next dance is ours, right, harper?" He stakes his claim with Tillek's own first, then holds his arm out for Cylara.

Masoren nods, "Well, sounds like a typical dance then.

Vandra smiles as Toren says good night to the bronzerider, and makes her way to where the libations are. Taking a small cup, she pours it half-full of wine, and looks over the crowd, smiling at all the dancing folk. "Lovely, isn't it, Lara?" she asks the drudge at her shoulder. The girl smiles, and bobs a curtesy before fleeing the room. That one won't soon forget this party.

Cylara takes the dragonriders arm with that air of grace that always surrounds her.

Atithis rolls his eyes. And they've come full circle, back to the situations that are so familiar to him. Minus the crowds and the extravagant setting, this could be any one of countless dinners in the Kitchens of Tillek Hold. He munches down on some great fish. "Of what variety is this, Trini," he asks, using Trini's profession to good use.

Bodai smiles nodding, "Mostly...Though Bodai is used to being the entertainer rather than the entertained at these things....gathers mostly.."she shrugs amusedly.

Kaeryn shrugs her shoulders slightly as she takes a step back towards the wall, she and her wine.

T'rell leads Cylara across to the dance floor, parting the sea of guests.

Cylara dissapears into the throng of merrymakers on the dance floor.

Dance Floor (#11841)

Cylara and T'rell are soon whirled into the wirld dance.

Cylara laughs, she had forgotten how much fun balls where!

T'rell takes Cylara by the hand and waist, giving a smile as he begins to lead the girl in a quick step. A steady grip keeps her from flying off, while the momentum from the dance keeps her about to!

Cylara quickly remembers her old dances they used to have at here in the old. Cylara says, "This is marvolous T'rell!""

In concert with the other dancers, T'rell looses his hold on Cylara's waist, spinning her out to the length of their clasped hands before reeling her in again. "They take it a bit slower than at Ista," he comments with a mischievous grin.

On stage, The harper's play a lively tune upon drum and gitar, surred on by the dancers.

Cylara grins right back a him, enjoying every moment of it. Cylara says, "po you have any fire-lizards?"

T'rell marks time for a few beats, giving a faster couple the right of way as he laughs softly. "Firelizards?" he repeats, amused and a bit incredulous at the question. "What would I do with a firelizard?"

Cylara says, "I s'possed that you woun't have one, Sejith woun't like it." Cylara says, "They are darling little creatures thought, arn't they?"

T'rell shrugs, twirling Cylara back into the flow of dancers around the floor with easy steps. "Nah, he likes 'em well enough. Just never needed any of my own. Got enough to take care of," he adds with a chuckle. "Oh, sure." He shrugs lightly, relatively impartial on the topic.

The harpers, spinning the music into its last round, bring the whirling dance to a wild finish in one fantastic chord.

T'rell gives Cylara a last, flourishing twirl under his arm to finish the dance, and then bows. "Thank you for a lovely dance, lady."

Cylara curtseys, "You are most welcome, I have never been so exilarated in all my life.

T'rell begins to escort the girl off the dance floor again, and gives a smile. "I'm sure your dances will be all filled up after the rest of the fellows here notice what a dancer you are."

Ballroom (#17194)

On the dance floor, Cylara decides to leave the crowd and find relief on the main floor of the ballroom.

Toren turns her masked face to Danilo, "Well I am glad you enjoyed yourself, and you have made this hostess very happy, thank you." she bows her head to Danilo.

Atithis looks from woman to woman as he eats. He blushes at the Dowager's words, but unfortunately this time he doesn't have his mask on. "Well, it is very good indeed, regardless of how many people have to you before." He shoots a mock-glare towards Trini and says, "Perhaps that's because it's being force-fed down my throat before my tongue can touch it, yea?"

T'rell smiles to Cylara as he arrives again at Kaeryn's side. "She does well, doesn't she?" He reclaims his wine and his 'date', resting against the table for a moment.

Cylara smiles at T'rell, a warm grateful smile.

Danilo grins, "Now, if you will please excuse me I must get to my chores.."

Kaetetrini tsks, bending down slightly so her eyes are closer to his, "If I knew you ate properly, I wouldna have t'stuff it down yer throat," she defends, very much like a child who is trying to tell a grown the 'real' way it happens.

Atithis frowns and turns to Vandra. "Do you see what I have to put up with?" he asks, winking. If only she knew the half of it...

Toren wanders over to where Trini, Atithis, and Vandra are, "I trust you are all doing well? Anything I can get for anyone?"

"Many things taste sweeter that way," the dowager notes with a smile. "But most men complain of the feeding, and take little notice of the feed/er/." She looks mysterious for a moment, then shrugs. "But then, some men don't like to ever be fed." Deep gray eyes regard the Steward coolly for a moment, then she smiles. "But the way you bolted that fish, I'd say that you prefer to eat at your own pace." And that comes with a pointed look at Trini, accompanied by a wink.

If Trini understood any of Vandra's words, she doesn't let on...but then it's difficult to tell when the Master Baker understands and when she doesn't. "If y'don't eat," she says quietly, "Y'get malnourished." And then she seems to drop it, sinking back into her seat across from the Lord Steward.

Cylara says, "Alas, if I should not enjoy this evening properly."

T'rell refreshes his throat with a few swallows of wine, then grins as he holds his hand out to Kaeryn. "Can I claim that dance we promised?" he requests politely, dirt-brown glance searching the harper's own for an answer.

A bright, eye twinkling smile is offered T'rell upon his return and Kae looks guiltily down at her goblet. It is placed on the table and pushed away with a look of distaste and a shrug of her shoulders, "No more wine for me this evening, I believe." She extends a hand towards T'rell from where she is sitting and tilts her head to look up at him, "That would be lovely."

"Oh yes," Vandra says with a wide-eyed look at Atithis. "It should be a pity if you should starve when the Hold has all these delightful dishes coming from its kitchens."

T'rell sweeps a short bow. "After you, lady." He chuckles.

Toren hovers near the three for a moment then seeing they are all well and occupied she retires to a chair by the hearth to sip a warm bug of klah.

Cylara sits down gracefully into the nearest chiar wondering what she is going to do about a toss dance partner.

Atithis allows the conversation to stop as he eats. The only sound anyone will get out him right now is the "munch munch" of the Tillek Field Greens he eats. A look of elation comes over Atithis' face as he eats. "Have you already eaten, Lady Dowager?" he asks. There goes the silent treatment.

Kaeryn's cheeks flare with a light pink and she nods her head, getting to her feet and slipping her hand into T'rell's to lead him towards the dance floor. Now and then, she glances over her shoulder at the bronze rider and smiles.

T'rell follows closely enough as not to lose his partner. "When's the last time you did the Toss?" he quizzes jokingly, pointing out the telltale formation on the dance floor. "They're just setting up for one now."

Vandra looks all mysterious again. "Oh, aye," she says, her eyes sparkling. "I ate /ages/ ago. I prefer to spend my time looking at all the wonderful things to eat than eating anymore." Hmm. The wine must be getting to her, as she says. "Of course, that doesn't mean that I don't like to nibbble now and again."

Lovely dishes from the kitchens indeed. And the desserts aren't that bad either, but Atithis doesn't appear to have a sweet tooth. Trini holds out her hand to Toren, as Ati's attention is no long on her, and she apparently wants attention from someone. "Y'look tired," she says gently, gesturing to the spare seat by her.

Dance Floor (#11841)

"A toss dance?" Kae gulps dramatically as she steps on the dance floor. "Let's just say I hope you lead well... I haven't even /danced/ in what seems to be turns." She tosses her head to look over her shoulder again at T'rell and her hair bounces lightly around her shoulders and face. "Fortunate for you, I'm wearing slippers, and not boots."

T'rell takes Kaeryn's hand firmly and slips them into an open position on the floor. Covertly, he jokes, "I'm following you, right?" A wink is the clue that he might, sort-of, know how this dance goes.

T'rell adds quickly, "My toes are sturdy enough, anyway, so don't you worry 'bout that." He quiets and clears his throat, cheerfully returning a smile for a frown from a lady down the set a ways. At the chord, he bows to Kaeryn graciously.

Kaeryn gulps nervously again as the music begins, and she looks around at the other couples on the floor. A respectful curtsey is returned to T'rell and she dips her head lightly, her free hand lifting the edge of her skirt enough so it won't drag on the floor.

"Don't worry," T'rell grins to Kaeryn as he takes her hand, changing places according to the well-known pattern of the set dance. "The music will tell you what to do." Conversation is briefly stayed as the active couple skips down the set, then back up, but then the pattern brings them together again. "Hear it?" The jig continues blithely on, saying absolutely nothing about what steps come next.

"No," Kae replies with a giggle as she tries to listen carefully to the music. A very unladylike scowl finds it's way onto her face for a moment as she tries to pay a little too much attention. Finally, she shrugs and just say, "I'm following you!"

T'rell gives a sudden cue. "Here comes the toss!" Stepping in closer, he grabs Kaeryn's waist firmly and carries her across the set to place her on the opposite side again. "And again... get ready...." He waits for the cue, watching the other couples manage the toss with more or less grace until it comes once again to their turn.

Kaeryn squeaks as she is carried around the dance floor and 'tossed' around. As she is set on the floor again, she slips her arms loosely around T'rell's neck, though whether she does that out of habit, to steady herself, or just because she wants to is unknown. "If you drop me," she whispers with a warning tone in her voice, but the twinkle in her eyes and the dimple that shows when she smiles shows she is just teasing.

In the middle of the toss, T'rell loosens his grip just the tiniest fraction -- with an innocent smile as he 'catches' Kaeryn again, placing her very safely on her slippered feet.

Another squeak is released when Kae feels T'rell's grip loosen even that little. "Don't drop me!" she yelps, and when she is placed on the floor again, her arms are thrown back around his neck and she leans her head against his shoulder for /just/ a moment.

Unfortunately, a moment is all there is before the dance parts T'rell from his partner again, sending her to turn round with another man as the rider turns a sour-faced lady about with more enthusiasm than she really appreciated. Turning Kaeryn about again, he gives her a quick grin.

Kaeryn tries to hide her smile as she spins around the dance floor with her unknown partner for a short moment, but seems very relieved to be back in the arms of /her/ partner. "The next time we dance, may it not be a toss dance," she says softly as she turns her chin up to look T'rell in the eyes for a brief moment.

T'rell raises an eyebrow, but the need for comment is obviated by another toss and a reel.

A teasing glance is offered T'rell as Kae spins around again as if she is wondering what he is thinking, but as the dance continues, that is all that is given time to pass.

The dance finishes, breathless, with a quick turn back to place. Without releasing his partner's hand, T'rell gives the customary bow at the chord and then, catching his breath just slightly, escorts Kaeryn back toward the sidelines. "You did pretty darn well there," he compliments with a smile.

With another soft, girlish giggle, Kae follows T'rell to the sides and just shakes her head. "That was wonderful," she comments with a squeeze to his hand, "You should be my escort more often!"

T'rell smiles broadly, eyes still dancing even though his feet have stopped. "Anytime, harper. Just you give a holler," he offers.

Ballroom (#17194)

Larisa looks after her juice is gone to see if there is anyone interested in dancing with her...

Vandra moves away from Nisa with a murmured apology, and swiftly moves to intercept the couple. "Trini, you still have a guest to welcome," she says pointedly. "She's come quite a distance to see you."

"Didn't you have somewhere to go?" Kae asks regretfully as she and T'rell step out of the dancing area.

T'rell gives a regretful, discontented grimace. "Yeah. Watch duty tonight until dawn," he confirms. "Sejith just reminded me, too." He gives a sigh. "Sorry to leave you here alone."

Nisa raises an eyebrow at Vandra, "the Lord Steward?" she asks as she glances round, "so who's the steward now? Some young bratling?" She frowns as the younger woman moves off and crosses arms over her chest then seeing who she moved over to waits silently, and that there must be the steward, she'd heard from Merlenn but simply couldn't believe it'd be him.

Then she should go back the distance! Trini slowly takes off the full mask, her face flushed from the heat, one hand still on Ati, as Vandra drags her away.

A mysterious boy appears from out of nowhere, sapphire eyes flashing with amusement. The boy, Ethan, has a strapping build, and is wearing a simple white tunic accompanied with gray slacks. Simple, yet formal enough, but like an average 'guy', he has refused to dress up. His steps are sure and smooth, seeming to have much experience with these events before. A grin immedietly lights his angular face as he spots a girl in the corner, and he walks purposefully over, going over and over in his mind a way to ask her to dance.

"Can I walk you out?" Kae says softly as she steps towards the door, not really waiting for an answer.

Toren has been watching Trini and Nisa and Vandra out of the corner of her eye and she frowns darkly.

T'rell gives a pleased smile. "I'd offer you a perch on the star stones all night, but I think Jerran might start getting suspicious," he jokes lightly to Kaeryn, putting her hand through his arm as he strolls toward the exit.

Atithis realizes that he won't make it if he tries to go with Trini, but he tries. After getting stuck behind a fairly large woman, and seeing Drinisia closing in on them, he just gives up and moves over towards her, putting on his best "Steward" face.

Kilavina smiles to everyone. "Hi."

Larisa follows the white shirted grey slacked feller onto the dance floor.

On the dance floor, Larisa merges with the dancers and mingles with the music.

Ebony quirks her eyebrows, furrowing them into a deep -V-, as she spots the mysterious boy. Her rosy lips, painted on this special occasion, purse, wondering who Ethan will choose out of all the girls tonight. He seems to have made his decision fairly quickly. She cups one hand to whisper to Toren, another to point out the newcomer. "Wow. Look at him. I wonder who he is..." The young healer girl leans back against the wall in a easy manner, letting nature proceed it's course, touching the fates of those who have attended this fantastic ball.

On the dance floor, Larisa dances with the man, smiling beneath her mask at him.

Dining Hall (#2200)

"So when will your lad be back?" T'rell queries Kaeryn companionably. "Soon?"

"I've never been to the Star Stones though," Kae says with a wistful sigh, "Perhaps you could show me some time?" she requests, pausing for a moment to look up at T'rell's face again. "Night or day, not sure which would be better."

T'rell considers the question briefly. "Night, as long as it's clear. You have an amazing view of the stars all 'round you." He smiles. "If I only knew their names, I could use them to keep me awake."

Great Hall (#944)

"One night, then? I could probably get Trini to fix me a package of food and we could sit up and talk all night," Kae suggests with a warm smile. "I might even bring my paints, because that would be a beautiful view, I'm sure."

"Dark colors," T'rell nods. "I'll let you know next time I'm scheduled, eh? Not often we get company up there -- but don't tell the wingleader." He rolls his eyes.

Courtyard of Tillek Hold (#2756)

"How would I tell, and why would I? I mean, if I ever want a chance to go up there again, that is," Kae grins sheepishly as she moves down the steps. "Good evening again, Sejith," she says cheerfully as she stays by T'rell's side.

Sejith blinks at Kaeryn, his eyes whirling a friendly blue as he rises to his feet with a light, if large, grunt.

T'rell grins conspiratorially to Kaeryn. "Good. Should be in another couple of sevendays, but I'll only know when the schedules get posted." Seeing as she's still available for such a move, the rider grabs the harper gracefully and gives her a final dancing twirl, ending with a slight dip. "And whenever you need a dance partner, you just let me know, eh?"

Kae laughs happily as she is twirled and then bowed to yet again. A curtsey is offered in return and she bobs her head in agreement to the offer, "You're the best partner I've danced with in a long time, you know." After a moments thought, she takes a step forward and wraps her arms around T'rell's neck in a warm hug. "It was nice to see you again," she whispers.

Bodai nods curtiously to the two people in the courtyard as she makes her way up the stairs.

T'rell returns the hug warmly, then, conscious of 1) his collar, beginning to choke him and 2) the possible fragility of Kaeryn's dress (could get ... improper), he pushes an errant wisp of the harper's hair out of her face and gives a smile. "Always a pleasure." At the mental nudging of his ever-companion, he gives a quick sigh. "I know, I know. Enjoy the rest of the evening," he wishes, and turns to grab hold of his dragon's harness to mount.

Kaeryn gives Sejith one last scritch and waves, a somewhat whistful look on her face. "You two take care of one another, and come back to visit soon, please?"

T'rell tugs a strap tight. "Promise!" he calls down. Then, Sejith backs away (reluctant, as always, to leave a good scratch) to get room, spreading his wings wide across the courtyard for takeoff.

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