The Dancing Square [Evanoria Gather 2045]

Even with the move to the South, Gathers are still a thing to look forward to, though in the Walled Hold they appear to be called Festivals instead. Either way, Gathers and Festivals are a time of fun to enjoy when they come around.
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As with any Gather, music and dancing was an expected requirement, and Evanoria did not disappoint. With a main stage for the harpers to play where they could be heard best, there was a wide square paved with flat white stones where the gatherers could dance. It never took long for the dancing square to fill up, and with each song, dancers shifted in and out and the dances changed. The dancing square was the true center of the Gather, easily seen from most other areas and just as easily returned to should one wander away for the other festivities. As it often did, the dancing square set the mood for the rest of the gather, with much of the music able to be heard throughout.
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Strimian enjoyed her set at the dancing square immensely. She alternated between her flute and harp depending on the song, while she watched people from Weyr and Hold dancing and flirting in the heat of the day. She’d had several glasses of water or juice throughout, but her group was being relieved by another, and she had a whole candlemark to go before their second set.

Which made this the perfect time to look around for someone to talk to. She shouldn’t spend any energy dancing until after her second set, but she could use someone to talk to while she rested her fingers and voice. She smoothed down her skirt idly, looking around. She thought she had seen a certain bluerider on the outskirts of the dancers during the last song.

She went off in the direction she had seen N’can, determined to find a table, sit down with him, and tease him for at least part of her break. He seemed entirely too serious for his own good, and she was determined to at least get him to relax a bit.
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Originally, Tovalia had considered not going to the Gather at all. After all, it was being held at the Weyrhold, and there would be dragons there, dragons she was less familiar with than the current Atricis dragons. However, her Wingleader, Ma'lek, had insisted she show up. After all, she was a member of the Diplomacy Wing and it would look good on the Weyr if the members of Ivory Feather showed up to the Gather. Besides, it was a Gather, and Tova had a hard time passing up a good time. So it was with her Wingleader's encouragement that she attended, Dracaenath dropping her off before going to greet some of the Weyrhold dragons to talk to.

Luckily for Tovalia, most of the dragons, both from Atricis and those that lived within the Weyrhold, seemed gathered outside of the Gather area, leaving Tovalia only surrounded by people she didn't really know. It scarcely bothered her, however, especially once she felt the celebratory nature of the Gather seep into her. It was easy to forget about her nerves when the Gather spirit took hold, and before long, Tovalia found herself at the dancing square.

During one of the lighter spirited songs, Tovalia had joined in with the dancers, following their lead as people weaved together, partners switching every now and then. By the end, Tovalia was laughing as the dancing finished and the men bowed to their dancing partners. She clapped for her partner, then bid him goodbye before the next dance began, deciding to duck out for a minute for a break.

She slipped out from the dancers in the middle of the square, a smile on her face and a small laugh leaving her lips, escaping before the next dance drew her in. She needed a break after that more energetic dance, and quickly began looking around for something to drink, hoping there was at least some water nearby.
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There was one rule for every gather event - it couldn't be a true gather without music and dancing. And Evanoria did not let down. K'rios was enjoying the dances he was receiving from the pretty people in attendance, not caring if they wore skirts or trousers around their legs. It was all about having an enjoyable time, so why should he care what his dance partner was wearing while he took a turn upon the dance floor? There were certain individuals he wanted to dance with, however, and one in particular...

When he spotted her, he started to playfully sneak through the crowd, as much as a man of his size could. He received a few strange looks, not that he cared, but thankfully several people seemed to get the hint that he didn't want notice put upon him too terribly much. Thankfully, Iktomith, who quickly tore his attention away from the zultanite lavishing him with attention, decided he'd remain silent on the matter when he plucked from his rider's head who it was he was stalking.

K'rios, when he managed to reach who he was trying to get to, swept Nizhoni into his arms and spun her around, chuckling as he did so. "Surprise my friend!" He knew he was going to be punched for scaring her the way he just had, but Faranth and her golden ass was it going to be worth it!
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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?"

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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.



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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.
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Dark eyes closed as Ferghas took a deep breath and then let it out very slowly. A contented smile spread on his wolfish face as he reopened his eyes and looked about at the crowd around him. He loved Gathers, loved everything about them, the sights and smells, all the things that one could buy (or get at the five fingered discount if they were as talented as he). He'd never had a bad time at a Gather, not that he could recall, so he was more than positive that he was going to have a grand day. It hadn't been hard to find a ride with a rider to come here. Fersk had come along with him, but had found the area where whers could stay and nap for the day.

Ferghas spent the first part of the day looking at merchant stalls. He'd bought himself a new leather pouch and then helped himself to a nice new silver belt buckle. After that he had gotten himself a delicious meal and glass of wine. Then, he could squander a good opportunity to use the tricks he knew to entertain people and line his new pouch with more marks. After a few candlemarks of that he finally took himself towards the Dancing Square.

Already twirls of colors could be seen moving across the dance floor with a myriad of smiling faces. Ferghas watched them with amusement and admired the various outfits. Grabbing himself another drink, this time three fingerfulls of whisky, he found a spot to watch the dancers until he wanted to dance himself or he was asked. While he watched there was one dancing couple in particular that caught his eyes. To very lovely dark haired women that were dancing close together. He noticed he wasn't the only one staring, but he also noticed that one of the lovely ladies had a sorrowful look in her dark eyes. Someone so gorgeous should never look so sad. He decided then that once they came off the dance floor he would approach them. No Gather was complete without talking to at least one pretty girl.

In the mean time while they danced, he finished off his whisky and then went back to the drink stand and got two glasses of the best wine they had. By that point the song was ending and he noticed the two dark haired beauties moving off the dance floor. He followed after them and cleared his throat to try and get their attention. They would be met by a warm smile by him.

"Hello darlings. I beg of you to forgive this breathtaken and mesmerized man for his boldness, but I saw you two on the dance floor and could not resist the temptation of offering you both a fine glass of wine. I will humbly admit to admiring both of yours' grace as you danced. It was as if no one else on the dance floor existed." Ferghas stated as he offered them each a glass. His voice was its normal rough and yet soothing tone and for all his boldness his mannerism was nothing but that of an upstanding gentleman.
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You were in on this! Kunati snapped accusingly. Anitath, currently focused on very carefully picking up Reshelde, did not answer-which was all the answer her rider needed. Shard-blasted, overgrown, mutated, Red Star flit! the garnetrider hissed. Yet for all her frustration and annoyance she wasn't really angry with Anitath and the garnet knew it. She also knew how badly Kunati needed this.

Ever since the Pearl Hatching Kunati had been out of sorts. At first there was the surprise, the concern for how Kisle would take re-Impressing. Then as that faded the worries came and with them came great pain. Worse, Kunati could not pry her thoughts away from them! The result was something of a downward spiral, the garnetrider throwing herself into her duties in such a frenzy of activity that she was rarely still...until she dropped from exhaustion anyway. None of that was healthy and eventually Anitath had called to Isolde, asking the gray dayhandler for help. Very few people had managed to get close to Kunati but Isolde was one. The other notable one...well best not to think about him. Her rider obsessed over what she saw as a hopeless situation too much already.

At the time Isolde had done her best and much to Anitath's immense gratitude and relief the woman continued to do so. The Gather at Evanoria was a great example, one which had the garnet crooning to Isolde and Reshelde as she dropped everyone off. Kunati might not thank them now but later she might feel differently-granted potentially much later. Right now she was too busy seething over having been wherry-holed into going. Why would she? Never had she been much of a Gather-goer and with the mood she was in she certainly did not feel like going to a Gather. Isolde however seemed to have conveniently forgotten what "no" was. She kept at Kunati until the reluctant rider was forced to give in, change into beautiful clothes that suited her sharper, less frilly image, and go to the Gather. Even as Isolde dismounted, Kunati was opening her mouth to say she would be waiting for when the woman wanted to go back-except Isolde didn't even let her get that far.

Kunati glared daggers at her supposed friend. Wasn't it enough she had been dragged out here and pushed into dressing up? How much did Isolde want of her?! Unfortunately the day went on in much the same manner, Isolde shutting her down whenever she tried to protest or brood over her problems. At her friend's insistence Kunati poked at a waterpipe some, drank a little, but overall was not into it. Now if she had been at the Gather with a certain someone else that she apparently was not allowed to mention...

But you're not, Anitath cut in sternly. And Isolde is waiting for you to make a choice.

Bah, Kunati replied, trying to brush both off. She was well aware of what Isolde wanted. They'd only been to how many merchant stalls while the dayhandler tried to entice her with various objects? Whatever Kunati wanted Isolde would pay for. The thing was...Kunati didn't want anything. She wanted someone, but not only could she not have that person but her friend wouldn't let her mention him!

In a fit of pique, frustration spiking, Kunati snatched a largish egg and shoved it at Isolde. "Here you go," she groused. "Happy?" For all Kunati cared Isolde could eat the darn thing or keep it for herself. The merchant was of course taken aback by her callous handling of the egg but right then Kunati could care less. An egg was an egg was an egg. If it had a flit in it, oh well. A flit wouldn't make her feel any better but she hoped it would stop Isolde's obsession with trying to get her to buy things.

Kunati... Anitath growled, trying to correct her rider. Reshelde, pass along my apologies to Yours. My rider is too stubborn for anyone's good!

She let Kunati hear her words as well, ignoring the lash of anger that earned her. Stick your giant nose back in your own business where it belongs!

Then stop being so difficult! Anitath retorted, standing her ground. Are you really so blinded by misplaced anger that you cannot see your best friend is doing everything in her power to help you be happy?!

Whoever said I needed her to butt in?! Kunati shot back. And if you want to help her you should let her know how futile this is. Alcohol, herbs, and buying stuff isn't the answer. How is this supposed to make me happy?

Well if you would actually give it a chance instead of sulking...

I am not sulking!

...we both know better than that Kunati.

"Shard-blasted lizard!" Kunati snapped out loud, whirling around to snatch the egg back from Isolde. "Fine. What's next?" she demanded, gritting her teeth. Then, when Anitath gave her a mental kick: "Sorry." The word was muttered after a reflexive flinch at the strong mental poke. "This isn't working Isolde..."

But the gray dayhandler wasn't letting her off that easy. Isolde caught sight of the dance floor and even before she said anything Kunati knew she was doomed to dance. Kunati at least managed a brief twitch of a small smile at Isolde's tease. "I think you could safely say that about anyone Isolde. Grab a random stranger to dance with and the rest will envy him or her." Which was the simple truth. Isolde was both naturally beautiful, had a body many women wished they could flaunt. Truthfully so did Kunati though she doubted she looked all that great. If the heart wasn't in it...but then there were some shallow enough not to care if her eyes were dull, her movements given little care or effort. What little she did put into her dancing, she did for Isolde. Even as bad a state as she was in, Kunati knew how hard her friend was trying-and she also knew neither of them were the type to work so hard for just anyone. She appreciated Isolde's efforts, she did, but...Isolde couldn't get rid of the painful fire burning within her.

Still, she couldn't help snorting softly when Isolde joked about being stolen away from K'uavaen. "Yes...after one dance with me all his turns of hard work will be undone," Kunati agreed with an exaggerated eyeroll. "Because I am just that good at sweeping beautiful women off their feet." If that was so she would like it to work better on men...

Ack Isolde whyyyyy? she whined silently when her friend dragged her out onto the dance floor. That wasn't so bad...but the way Isolde positioned herself, she was making Kunati lead. Why? Why, why, why? Normally she'd be feeling slightly smug at being the one leading but when she felt like crap? No, she wanted to be able to follow someone else's lead. Then she didn't have to think as much about what she was doing. Leading a dance while really not being up to it? There was no way this was going to end well.

On some level, some part of her appreciated the feel of her dance partner, particularly when Isolde pulled her closer. She had been with the woman before, though lately there was only one form she longed to feel...and she wouldn't really try to steal Isolde away from K'uavaen either. Those two belonged together, made each other happy, and Kunati never had been nor ever planned on being some sort of seductress. She had no interest in seducing someone's love away from them. In fact she wasn't one to crave the physical pleasure either-only when around one person and only when her blood ran hot. Most of the time she could care less about twining with others in that way. Dancing though, dancing she could do-normally. There was no denying the hesitation in her steps, the lack of energy and grace. One needed to dance with their heart...and hers had never felt less like dancing.

The song could not end soon enough for Kunati and she was quick to take her leave, muttering something to Isolde about sore feet and needing a drink. Something thirst-quenching. Alcohol was another thing she just wasn't in the mood for. Maybe fruit juice or klah if either one were being served.

That was the plan anyway. Today nothing wanted to go according to plan for her, for whatever reason. Someone cleared their throat, sounding way too close. Someone wanted her attention-and they got it. Kunati glanced in the direction of the sound, her annoyance re-surfacing. Now who was bothering her? One trip around the Gather was more than enough! The second he began to speak though she looked at him, dumbfounded. Really?

"What's he talking about?" she asked Isolde in an undertone. He was obviously trying to sweet-talk them but their grace while they danced? She knew that in general she had grace few could rival but today her movements were clumsy, half-hearted. Unless he was simply including her because she happened to be with Isolde, who was the one he was really complimenting. He even went to the trouble of getting wine for them though? The two glasses in his hands suggested as much unless, again, they were meant for him and Isolde. Was this guy for real?

One eyebrow shot up. "Am I intruding upon something?" she asked, glancing between the newcomer and Isolde. It was no concern of hers if Isolde wanted a dance or even a bit more with some random guy. As long as K'uavaen didn't mind what was the harm? Although...she wasn't sure whether the bluerider preferred Isolde to be exclusive with him or not. It was their business after all and Kunati had no interest in butting in. Still, this could work out for her. He could whisk Isolde away and she would be left in peace. Maybe she would head to check on Anitath, chew the red tunnelsnake out, poke at the egg resting in its warm nest-sack. Right now some quiet actually sounded good to her. There were plenty of things to occupy her thoughts and keep them off of the person she was not allowed to talk about. Maybe she could catch a nap even...
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Everything had happened so fast. Eavan had resigned as Weyrwoman, moving away to be with Ar'vis in Evanoria. Quiet honestly, A'ric had always thought that eventually that might be the case. Some part of him had always wondered if Ar'vis would end up back here to be with his love. When they founded the new Weyr, A'ric had assumed that eventually this would happen. While it was still a shock, everyone seemed happy for Eavan. If she loved Ar'vis, she should be with him. The young bronze rider felt that way. He had gotten to know the Weyrwoman a little better once he became Weyrleader, and he honestly believed that she deserved to be happy with Ar'vis. The gold rider knew she was leaving the Weyr in good hands with Safryn. Everyone seemed fine with it, even though A'ric was pretty sure they were all going to miss her.

With a little prompting from his partner, Behemoth, A'ric decided to head over to the new hold, and check everything out. While he wasn't one for normally going to these things, he knew they were fun, and besides, who knew who else would be there? The buzz around the Weyr about it had certainly got his attention. Everyone seemed to be interested in going, so there were bound to be people there that he knew.

Once he arrived, he spent a little while taking in everything that was going on. He bought himself some food, and an ale, and watched the various competitions and such that were being held. There was so much to do and see, that for the time being, the young man was content to not really participate in anything. Dark eyes watched everything that was going on and he couldn't help but smile.

Grabbing another ale, he made his way around, finally stopping at the dancing square. Smiling softly, he watched everyone dancing, finding himself thinking how happy everyone was here. After a few moments, A'ric turned to leave, bumping into a young blonde haired woman. Oh gosh. I'm sorry." The blonde just brushed it off before saying, How about a dance and we'll call it even?" Chuckling slightly, A'ric let himself be led onto the dance floor for one dance.
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Like all things in life, Ao'mek was more than excited about the Gather at Evanoria Weyrhold. Yes, he'd been saddened at the fact that Weyrwoman Eavan would no longer be running Atricis, but he had full faith that Weyrwoman Safryn would do a fine job of taking over control. Enough about that though! He had a Gather to get to and enjoy! For his outfit he had decided to go with a more Walled traditional ensemble. Being the kind person he'd been, he'd offered to play escort for those that wanted to go to the Gather, but didn't have a way to get there. That meant he spent a part of the first of the Gather ferrying people back and forth from Atricis to Evanoria, but he didn't mind and was happy to do it. Once he was told to simply go enjoy the Gather, that was exactly what he did. He left Tlamehath with other dragons to soak in the sun and enjoy a day of rest.

Ao'mek had hit up some shopping before he helped himself to a rather extravagant lunch. Then, he'd watched all of the Dragon Jousting competitions. There was a huge part of him that was jealous he hadn't been able to participate in the Jousting, but he understood too. It'd been awhile since he'd gotten a chance to try his skills in jousting, but he was sure he still wasn't bad at it. Maybe during his next free time he'd return home to see his family and get in a little jousting practice.

After all the excitement, Ao'mek had found his way to the Dancing Square. Not being a side lines sort of person it had not taken him long to find a dance partner and danced until he had to stop and get himself something to drink. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he noticed a drink stand and began to head that direction. On his way he happened to notice what looked like a fellow dancer in need of something to drink. In fact, he wasn't positive if she wasn't at one time his partner as the group of dancers weaved and spun and switched with each other.

"Looking for something to drink?" He asked her. "There's a drink stand this way." He pointed in the direction he was walking. "I'll buy you a drink. What do you say?" Ao'mek offered.
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There was a moment where she wasn't sure that she was the one being spoken to, but turning toward the source of the voice and seeing his eyes directly on her told that he was. There was a moment she felt timid, but the energy of the Gather and dancing was too strong. Besides she was sure he looked familiar, and she realized he had probably been among the dancers too. He might have been one of her partners at one time during the more energetic dances. So, she smiled to him, nodding.

"That sounds great," she responded, taking up his kind offer. It was much easier for her to feel outgoing and social at a Gather. "I'm pretty thirsty after that dancing," she explained, moving in line to follow him to the drink stand. It was easy to notice his style of dress now, clearly Southern in style. She had gone for a much more simple northern style of dress in a cream color, though next to his more colorful garb it looked plain. Perhaps she needed to see about getting a better gown for occasions like this.

"I think I saw you among the dancers earlier? My name is Tova, actually, Tovalia of Green Dracaenath."

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Naia would never miss a chance for a Gather, especially the first held at the still new Evanoria Weyrhold. It was a chance to see a new area of the South, as well as see how the new Weyrhold was getting along. It was clear they were excited for the transfer for Eavan and Gold Paiseantath, giving the Weyrhold a Gold and keeping ties with Evanoria and New Atricis strong for at least a generation or two, likely longer. The Weyrhold had gone all out it seemed, and there was so much to see and do. Naia wanted to see it all, and had begun with a walk around the Gather to see what there was and what she wanted to do. In the end, she came to the dancing square, a place she could never pass up.

Though not a musical harper like many, Naia was still drawn to the sound of their music and skill with their instruments. She couldn't play anything better than a Junior Apprentice could, so she loved seeing those with more skill take their turns with the music. She even joined in on one of the lively dances, though quickly ducked out before the next to watch some more.

Admittedly, sometimes, Naia couldn't help but hope to see her oldest sister among the harpers or in the dancers. She remembered her older sister being a wonderful dancer, but she hadn't seen her in many turns, not since she was a child. Still, there was always a sense of loss and emptiness where her sister was concerned. As far as Naia knew, she had just left one day to study elsewhere, and had never kept in contact. She still yearned for that, and always hoped every redhead she met was her beloved older sister. Perhaps that was what truly drew her dancing squares whenever a celebration was being held, for the chance to find her long lost sister again.
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