Our Very Own Show -- {V'ric / Ember}

Despite being new, this dining hall is very similar to the one back at old Atricis, giving a familiarity to the new Weyr. It is one large, central cavern carved out from the side of the cliff with many tables of varying sizes and seat numbers. The kitchens are attached, and there is a set of stairs leading down into the lower caverns.
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Sun Nov 10, 2019 1:32 am

  • {Takes place during the 76th Hatching Feast}

She leaned against him as they sat together in the festive Hall, admiring all the decorations and the sweet smells of food that wafted all throughout the cavern. Atricis never failed to amaze her during any of these large events, and a Hatching Feast was never an exception. The Weyrs kitchens had been bustling for days, and the tapestries and decorations had been hung with care and the tables lined with the vibrant golds and purples of the Weyrs colors. Daela always seemed to find herself getting caught up in the flurry of emotions during large gatherings, but this time, she had a way of anchoring herself more than usual. Of course, Israfeth had always been a grounding voice whenever she got lost, but now there was someone who could understand when she got overwhelmed, or her moods shifted so precariously.

The Feast was brilliant and the crowds were bustling all around them, but she was content to sit there for a little while longer, her hand entwined with the brownriders' as they watched the crowds. He knew about her gift now and they had many discussions about how it worked, and she'd tried to explain herself as best she could for him to understand. At first, he'd sort of tested her abilities as a sort of proof... but now it had turned into a little bit of a game for them, as he'd point out someone close by, read their scrunched expressions and ask her what they might be feeling. At first, she'd thought it was rude to eavesdrop on others, it was a habit she'd never really formed out of politeness for a stranger, but now that she had someone to tell... it had become their own little secret game of sorts. V'ric would never tell a soul, he'd never act upon something she said someone was feeling, it was just a little fun that they kept amongst themselves and it was actually a little liberating for Daela to feel so free with her gift now.

There was something else about tonight though, something that the chimerarider wanted to tell her love, and she just had to find a way to tell him that would stay between themselves for just a little while. In truth, she'd been almost terrified at first, not sure what to say, or what to do, but after the dust settled and the realization began to sink in, she knew it was nothing to be afraid of. V'ric would be thrilled, of course he would be, he was just that sort of man who would become a beacon of beaming joy when he found out... so it had to be special, she had to find a way to surprise him. Even though Daela was still uneasy about what this would mean for her, for them, for their future together, she could still feel that this was good for them too and the timing felt right...

Glancing up at the brownrider, she smiled a secret sort of smile up at him and leaned in to place a kiss upon his cheek, simply because she could. "Who's next then?" She asked quietly, glancing at the table around them and the passerbys, wondering which one would catch his eye. If they looked likely, she had an idea up her sleeve for just the right way to tell him the truth, without coming right out and saying it, because that would be boring...
"You are only given one little spark of madness,
... you mustn't lose it"


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Tue Nov 19, 2019 9:51 am

Vare had a feeling that there was something else about tonight, not just the feast, but... there was just something in the air. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, and he wanted to ask his dancer about it. But he didn't want her to use her beautiful gifts for it either. That wasn't the purpose for them, and it wasn't as if there actually was something going on that he wasn't privy to, he had told himself. It was very likely that what was happening was simply the excitement of the hatching, and the knowledge that there would be another clutch hatching right around the corner very shortly, as well.

Chalking it up to that and nothing more, it was soon nothing more than a distant memory, and he was able to relax back into the enjoyment of the feast with his lady love, so that when she started up their game again, he was able to scan the crowd with a far more objective eye. He contemplated everyone that was around, and then - feeling more than a little cheeky perhaps - he pointed to someone wearing the cords of an Assistant Headwoman. "How done are they with the day already?" He grinned.
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Wed Jan 15, 2020 9:52 pm

{Daela and V'ric have a wonderful time at the Hatching Feast, dancing and talking with friends and enjoying the festivities. All the while, they keep this little game of theirs going, yet no PC characters are affected by Daela's 'eavesdropping' unless owned by Ember or Fawkes.
The reveal this thread was meant for will be continued at a later date and time... }
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