- Fuzzytimed after her thread with Darrow (which will have a link once it's posted. =P)}
It had been two...or was it three days since she'd arrived... Everything had happened so fast, it was all a blur to her now. Her parents caravan had stopped in Atricis a few days ago, she'd been reunited with her brother and then had her toddler sister hoisted into her care and her parents took off once more for Walled. Daela couldn't help but wonder as she watched them go...if it was going to be the last time she saw them. She didn't want to bring down Darrow though, not when they finally got to be together again, the team back together, so she kept her doubts and fears to herself.
With her parents gone, it was her responsibility to care for Darlla, and even with the help of her brother, it would take some time adjusting to this new life. Darrow had made sure she got a meeting with the Headwoman, lovely lady who gave her a spare room and made sure there was a place in the creche for Darlla, but life in the Weyr was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. It was all so overwhelming that first day, and she'd fallen into her new bed exhausted with Darlla curled up with her. The next morning, they'd sought out the creche and checked in with the woman who'd be caring for the toddler, since Daela would be expected to earn her keep in the Halls. After the creche, she found her ways to Halls and get herself situated there. It was hard to tell where she'd start and what she'd do for the Weyr, but Daela wasn't the sort to shirk her duties.
In the midst of all the changes, she couldn't remember the last time she had a hot meal and cool drink to satisfy her grumbling belly, to have a moment all to herself in this ocean of a new life. It had been hard to silence her gift and all the emotions that waged within her, hard to tell which ones were her own, but she clung onto herself for the sake of Darlla, to do right by her parents and stay strong while they were away. She kept her head around Darrow the most so far, feeding from his calm demeanor, from his suredness of the life he'd already spent within these lives, so she tried to learn from him. If Darrow could do this life, live in this Weyr and their customs, then so could she.
She arrived in the Dining Hall during the peak hours of dinner it seemed, as the people seemed to ebb and flow all around her, and Daela just ducked her head and went through the same motions everyone else seemed to be doing. Grab a plate, pile on the food, get a drink and then turn to find a table. There were very few spaces left, and so she moved to the first one she found, smiling softly at the table before settling in for her first real meal in days. As hungry as she was, it didn't last long, the bites taken one after another after another, until surprisingly her plate was cleaned. Dae hadn't realized just how hungry she was until she started eating...and once she was finished, she leaned back and stared with confusion at the empty plate. It had been delicious, but she couldn't really remember eating all of it...hadn't there just been some tubers there a second ago? Oh well...There was always breakfast to savor in the morning... or perhaps, if she felt a little decadent, she might try to find something sweet to finish the night with. A sweet roll or slice of redfruit pie... Mmmm, it was making her hungry again already.
However, something else caught her attention. The pluck of a guitar string, the rhythm of a drum, and Daela instantly found herself alert, dark eyes moving about the room to find the source. As the evening was winding down now, the Dining Hall seemed to turn into the communal gathering place and a small band of harpers had set up at one end of the room for a little ambient music. She couldn't help herself, she pushed out of her seat and graceful steps took her closer to the sound, her hips subtly weaving around the tables. Already she felt the pull, the thrill of the music moving through her veins, the emotions of the room flowing into her. There was comfort and content, cheer and playfulness, with an underlying tone of exhaustion, yet nothing that a good evening spent with friends couldn't cure. It was intoxicating, infectious, and as she moved deeper into the Hall, she couldn't help but get tangled up in the feelings.
To the music, her hips began to move, they swayed side to side and her hand slowly rose up her sides as she strode toward where the band was playing. When she neared, she paused for only a brief moment, a little push of confidence needed before moving past that last table and into the space just in front of the band. The young woman let the dancer out then, closing her eyes and taking a moment to breathe in the rhythm, the melody, the emotions, and she just let her body do what it does best. When the music and emotions flowed through her, there was no stopping it until the song ended, her hips moved to the rhythm, her feet danced out the beat, her arms and hands sweeping with the melody, just letting the aura of the song fuel her movements. And it felt goooood. She hadn't really danced since they left the Seahold, and their tour had been cut short, so this felt amazing and freeing. She felt alive.
And all too soon, the song ended and the feeling faded...
Her eyes fluttered open once more as the spell ended, her senses returned and she was back in the Dining Hall. She hadn't really expected to be noticed in the crowd, but there were a few claps of applause, though it could have been for the harpers as well. Always poised though, Daela did give a slight bow before she ducked off to the side though, feeling a soft blush rising to her cheeks as she moved away. Had she really just done that? In front of everyone? Oh dear... Dae scurried off to the side of the room then, smiling softly to those who's gaze met her own, but otherwise she was looking for a place where she could just blend in once more.