The woman was not prone to thinking or caring too much about others and their feelings, but for those few that were close to her, they mattered. Isolde may not have gone out of her way for anyone, but she had very few friends and one of them in particular needed a little help digging out of a hole she'd dug herself. The redrider most definitely needed to get out of the Weyr, to take her mind off of a certain someone and their predicament, and the Gather provided Isolde with the best excuse possible for Kunati to loosen up and have some fun. She knew just the excuse to present to the redrider as well and set to work as soon as she'd thought of it.
The morning of the Gather, she was almost certain she'd find Kunati holed away in her apartment with absolutely no desire to make an appearance of any sort at Evanoria, but Isolde had other ideas for the redrider. She appeared at the woman's door with a parcel in hand, nearly shoving into the apartment the moment the door was opened. "I made you something, and I was hoping you'd wear it today."
The greyhandler said with a sense of smugness as she held out the package for her friend. Inside Kunati would find another one of those beautiful corsets, this one dyed in the splattered reds of her dragons hide and laced with black along the sides. "You have that black silk blouse I gave you last Turn, it would look rather good with this. Now go change and get ready, because you're going to the Gather with me and I can't have you looking like that."
The southerner remarked, glancing at her friends' sense of fashion. The woman's tone brokered very little argument and each time Kunati tried to object, she was shushed and shooed off toward the bedroom until she finally relented to Isoldes' whim.
Once the redrider was suitable to be seen in public, the greyhandler wasted no time in ushering her outside where no doubt their bondeds were waiting for them. "I must say, I think I've outdone myself on that corset. It looks great on you."
The woman added as they both mounted astride Anitath, the grey hunter padding up alongside the garnet and waiting until she was ready to carry him. Once they were aloft, her arms tightened slightly just before they went between
and only relinquished their hold once they were safely out of the dark. It was not a daily experience for the dayhandler, so it was still a fairly foreign feeling to her, the cold leaving an unnerving grip on her.
When she had her feet on solid ground once more though, the woman returned to her same confident self, adjusting the shawl of her dress slightly. The blue fabric was so sheer that while it was meant cover her, her abdomen was still quite exposed for the viewing, and Isolde seemed to accentuate her middle and swayed ever so slightly with every step toward the Gather. Reshelde gave a quiet rumble of thanks to Anitath as he regained his own feet as well, padding forward to walk beside his bonded, glancing around them almost warily as they neared the Gather. A slender hand settled on the daywhers' shoulder, even as the woman cast a glance to her friend. "Coming then?"
She'd managed to coerce Kunati into having at least the semblance of fun, relaxing a little in the lounge with the water pipes, and enjoying a few drinks before they meandered through the merchants stalls. Isolde had insisted that Kunati pick something she wanted, anything she wanted, and the greyhandler spent the marks for it. It was a day to splurge a little on whatever the redrider felt like doing now that they were here, but Isolde would not accept any form of wallowing and whenever the name Kisle was brought up, Isolde would find a way to change the subject. It wasn't that she didn't understand the hurt and frustration, and instead she was doing her best not to let Kunati focus on it as much as she had in the last few weeks. Now was a chance to celebrate and live life a little, and she wasn't about to let her friend slip back into that anger and darkness when she'd just finally gotten her out in the light of day again.
"How about a dance? Hmmm?"
The woman asked as they passed near the Dancing square and could hear the lively tune the Harpers were playing, something that could easily catch the beat and get the feet moving. "You'd be the envy of all, having me as your partner, don't you think?"
Isolde jested slightly, a sly sort of smile given to the redrider as she started to move toward the square. "Or maybe you'll sweep me off my feet, steal me away from K'uavaen with just one dance."
The greyhandler added with a soft chuckle this time, slipping her hand into the slender ones of the redriders as well, making sure she couldn't get away as she walked with the redrider into the square.
Her hands slipped effortlessly into place, one resting delicately on Kunati's shoulder and the other pressed lightly against the woman's hip, placing herself in the followers' position and allowing the redrider to be one who led them in the steps. A quick glance was given to those around them, some of them eyeing the two woman with some interest, while others barely seemed to notice so wrapped up in their own partners. Her grin widened as she stepped in a little closer to Kunati, her hold on the other woman tightening ever so slightly before the next song started and Kunati swept her away.
The vixen had never been one to pass up an opportunity for merriment, good food, good drinks, and good company even. Many a times Gathers had been quite... productive for her and she'd seduced many a men and women between the rows of tents or behind a wall of crates. She'd flourished in an environment like this, with so many pretty faces just ripe for the taking and she'd thought that this one would be no different. The zultaniterider had picked out her sexiest corset, a pale cream and dark brown leather bound one that fit snugly to her torso and she chose to wear with nothing beneath, not even the customary blouse. Instead, she liked the feel of the leather pressed up against her, holding her all in right places, or the brush of the thin and enticing strap across her chest, a buckle that just itched to be undone and the one that rested at her throat all the more intoxicating.
She arrived in full bravado, dismounting from Susanoth with a flare as she slid down the dragons forearm and landed with the slightest crouch, rising gracefully to her feet and brushing off the imaginary dust from her black leather trousers. There was a sway of her hips, a saunter of a confidant woman, a sultry look in the woman's eye as her gaze moved across the people around her, a coy sort of smile spreading over her lips to anyone who caught her gaze. It felt familiar, it felt real again...at first. She'd gotten a few interested looks in her direction, and once a handsome man even stepped in a little closer and whispered temptingly into her ear. However, Kit did not feel the same pull, the same desires and attraction she once felt for the stranger and instead she joked something about his breath and pushed away from him, disappearing back into the crowd.
It happened again, when another man had approached while she savored a drink and he'd started up a light chat with her, talking about the events of the Gather, the sound of the music and asked her for a dance. Kitiara thought nothing of a simple dance and had accepted quite graciously, smiling coyly at the man as he pulled her onto the dance floor. Once her arms were around him though, something felt odd and as the mans' grip brought her in a closer still, she could feel that it wasn't right. It wasn't the same, she didn't feel that thrill she was used to when being held by someone, and shortly after the dance concluded she made some excuse to leave rather abruptly.
What was happening? She used to feel so free and wanted to enjoy the leisures of a Gather as large as this, but something was stopping her, holding her back. It took a moment, but she began to realize...she didn't want any of them, she didn't want to hear their whispers in her ear, or feel their arms around her, because she'd become accustomed to having only one man hold her like that, to whisper enticing words...and no one could replace him now. Shard and shells, was she really thinking that way? She was the vixen, she was free to choose whomever she wanted, she could be with whomever she wanted, and now she'd suddenly grown a conscience, a second thought to bedding these strangers for pleasure.
Kitiara stood on the outskirts of the dancing square, a wine glass swirling in her hand and her mind began to reel a little at the thoughts running through her head. It couldn't be true that there was only one man for her now, surely that couldn't be. She'd always been Kitiara, the vixen of Atricis and she had a reputation to uphold afterall. She couldn't 'settle down' now, not when she'd so recently gotten back into her groove, found the rhythm of her seductions and had quite a few pretty faces at her beck and call. More than once she glanced out in the crowds once more, searching for his handsome features, while silently hoping she didn't see him. Instead she tried to find another potential, to test the theory wondered if anyone else was willing to share a dance with her, to sweep her off her feet and shake this notion from her head.