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Post by Masque on Feb 8, 2009 16:30:11 GMT -5
The Gate Keeper smiled at the Tide's reply, and he gave a dip of his head as he stepped forward once more. "Contrast, I'll make sure to bring her to your hand when the dance is finished," he said. Really, he was only a visitor. Many - if not all - of those that were here tonight actually lived in this place, and so he wanted to make sure not to tread to roughly on their turf, so to speak.
"I'm honored for the chance," he said to Oceans Tide as he led her out to the dance floor, doing surprisingly well at avoiding all the people around even despite the blindfold across his eyes. The Gate Keeper turned and offered his hand once more, waiting for her to step forward so they could join in with the dance. "You can call me Keeper."
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Post by Masque on Feb 8, 2009 22:54:35 GMT -5
"Better hope he doesn't best you then, I would hate to see you get bruised." The Green Dragon replied with a soft - but coy - smile. The Green Dragon had forgotten all about Weyrmates, truth be told. She couldn't help but wonder if those who did have Weyrmates, if anyone did, would be able to find each other with their masks donned. The masks seemed to be doing more than covering faces, but also covering their personalities. You could be whoever you wanted to be tonight, or you could be no one at all. It was an interesting idea. "Canine, you need some variety with dancing partners. It's no fun being stuck with the same girl all night." Green Dragon tittered.
She laughed softly, "Your bed may remain cold I'm afraid". She stepped away from the Canine, fanning her face with a hand. "I'm going to grab something to drink. Dancing tires me out I'm afraid." She said with a thin smile before leaving the Canine for a table nearby, holding cups of different drinks. A saving grace it seemed, the Green Dragon thought as she raised a cup of Benden wine to her mouth and sipped at it.
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Post by Masque on Feb 10, 2009 13:55:29 GMT -5
"I believe your costume suits you as a more colorful would not. Do not put down your idea Night." Brown Dragonet smiled mischeviously from beneath her mask. "You may ask, but who is to say that I may answer correctly? But I will answer your question. I do not have a brown flitt." If there was a hint of an emphasis in her voice on the brown part, it was slight and only someone listening carefully for such inflections would catch it.
"I love the creatures but sometimes they are foolish. I suppose its one of their attractions in a world beset by serious troubles. Dragonets remind us of a more carefree time. What about you, do you have a flitt Night?"
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Post by Masque on Feb 10, 2009 20:06:18 GMT -5
The Dawn Sisters stood near the Gate Keeper, Ocean’s Tide, and Fallen Contrast and heard the exchange. Biting her lip she took a step forward and paused for a moment. Ocean’s Tide had chosen Gate Keeper for her first dance; couldn’t she ask Fallen Contrast for a dance while the other two danced?
With timid steps she finally stood before Fallen Contrast she was in a costume, there was no need to be nervous she decided. The Dawn Sisters took a deep breath, “Fallen Contrast, would you care to dance while Ocean’s Tide is with Gate Keeper?” She managed to not sound too nervous but she did not allow herself to look into his eyes.
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Post by Masque on Feb 10, 2009 20:55:49 GMT -5
the Dolphin tilted her head to the side and her expression could only be described as impish. "Ah but you said it yourself that you would not have had the courage to ask me to dance if not for the hidden identity of this night. I would hardly be doing myself a favor if I gave you too obvious a hint as to who I am beneath this mask. But if you must know, I was not bred in or near a Weyr." Her smile grew ever more mischevious for she knew that her hint left many possibilities for him to choose from.
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Post by Masque on Feb 11, 2009 0:38:55 GMT -5
Fire Hawk nodded to the Dolphin after she'd spoken yet again. "I'm afraid I'm not usually a very courageous person," he admitted. "I've never given much thought on trying to be charming before, and I think if I thought too much about it even with identities hidden away I would lose any bit of courage this mask and hat might be giving me." He smiled warmly and tilted his head in a bit of a shrug. "I'm trying not to think too much. It doesn't seem the sort of night for thinking before doing."
To the rest of her comment, he smiled and nodded. "I suppose that evens us out in clues," he said. "Just from knowing I grew up on a farm you know I wasn't bred in or near a Weyr as well." Of course, there would come a point in the night where they wouldn't need clues anymore. They'd have to take their masks off eventually; he had to remind himself that he wasn't going to let himself leave the party before then just to keep his identity hidden. That would, in a way, defeat the purpose of the whole night, wouldn't it?
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Post by Masque on Feb 11, 2009 18:21:07 GMT -5
Night laughed for a moment, smiling at Brown Dragonet. "For a moment I was worried, I thought you were going to answer my question with even more questions. That's like a new type of frustration all by itself." He couldn't even think of anyone who had a brown flitt so his question really wasn't going to help him figure out who this person was. He was just rather curious to see if maybe that was the reason they chose the costume they were wearing. All together, the Night wasn't too curious as to who was who but instead was just happy to enjoy the night - as ironic as it was - and its celebrations.
"I do as a matter of fact." He replied, "But I won't tell you how many or what color. You might be one of those people who can solve anything with just a tiny tidbit of information." He paused, thinking for another question he could ask. "Are you spending the night to look for someone specific or just planning to dance with whomever asks?" He questioned. He knew that a few people would probably be out searching for friends, and former/ current lovers. Was he perhaps holding this girl up on her quest?
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Post by Masque on Feb 11, 2009 19:48:42 GMT -5
Ocean's Tide stepped forward. "It has been quite a while since I danced. I think I remember how, but forgive any missteps." Her voice held a tinge of amusement. "Keeper is it? I am certain someone believes you are a keeper. However, I shall keep you for this dance and then keep my promise to Fallen Contrast. So you mentioned that you are just passing through. So I suppose it will be hard to guess your identity."
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Post by Masque on Feb 12, 2009 12:08:40 GMT -5
"Forgiven and forgotten before they even happened," The Gate Keeper replied to his dance partner. He smiled in return to her comment about the name he told her to call him by, leading her through the dance. "Ah but even if they did, they couldn't keep hold of me." Despite his being blindfolded, he managed to lead her through the dance as if he were the type to practice everyday.
"For you see, Miss Tide," he went on. "I am the mystery that's never solved, which disappears as quickly as it appears. I am the observer who sometimes mingles with the crowd. I am the watcher who, perhaps, will step in and offer help where it is needed. Sometimes, as tonight, I am just another guest who joins the festivities. I am a visitor, meeting new and once formed friends. And of course," he was smiling during the entire time that he spoke, "I am the Keeper of the Gates, between all that you know to be, and all that you do not."
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Post by Masque on Feb 12, 2009 17:40:05 GMT -5
The Pirate gave her a wary look, eyes squinted. “Are you toying with me doll face?” he asked, wondering if The Lake had a hidden agenda. He called the shots, or as far as he was concerned, but it seemed as if this woman wanted to play a two-way lane. Fine, he’d give it a try, but when push came to shove it was going to be his call. She could refuse him when that time came, or accept him; it was really up to whether or not she found him enticing enough to give-in. People never really knew whether or not The Pirate had experience, that was the great thing, keeping them wondering, keeping them exploring that bit further to find out. “Oh, I’ll prove it to you Lake” he said, permitting her created name to roll smoothly off of his tongue. “And trust me; my experience is not something you ever want to question cutie.” He leaned back out, no longer close to her, his breath no longer hot against her face. He smirked, chuckling very quietly. He put his wineskin down on the table behind him and picked her up, “I like attitude, never said I didn’t,” he said in a low voice. His eyes traced her face, longing to find out who she was, because secrecy was never something he was comfortable with. Of course he did view the whole scenario as fun, and having fun was something he sure never refused.
“If it’s a dance you want it’s a dance you’ll get. Just keep up.” His gaze lingered on her lips as they had before; he gave a low chuckle again, setting her down on her feet gently before taking her hand forcefully in his to bring her out to the dance floor.
Once on the floor he let go of her hand and bowed low, “ladies first.” He dragged his hands up to her before straightening up. He held his hand out to her, looking rapidly from his hand to her face.
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Post by Masque on Feb 14, 2009 12:24:16 GMT -5
Late arrivals were for the indecisive. Clearly this man had been. Tall, like most of the men parading themselves about the room. He had been late because he had not known what to throw together; not having ever attended something so creative and extravagant. So, therefore, instead of going through all the trouble of putting together a costume and fretting about looking silly the man had simply worn Dragonrider’s gear. He knew he looked good in it, and it gave him an excuse to fancy up clothing he’d be using in the near future. He wore a white mask over his face to conceal his identity, along with a black hat to hide the color of his hair as best he could. He really hadn’t intended on coming, at all, but the social hour would do him some good. And Dragonmen were popular, were they not?
He walked right on in, holding his head high, for after all-wasn’t the purpose of this event to be someone you were most certainly not? He bore a smirk, and headed straight for the refreshment table, planning on filling his empty stomach. He was concerned about dancing with woman, which had been something he’d wanted to avoid, the one thing that had been yanking his mind from “yes” to “no” all afternoon. He knew avoiding the activity was going to be far from simple, especially since he wouldn’t be able to manage it without looking like a total jerk. He was shaking his head, at himself like always. “Good going,” his deep voice rang out. He was talking to himself, though he figured everyone was too involved in their partners to notice.
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Post by Masque on Feb 14, 2009 16:16:55 GMT -5
The Lake tilted her head to the side, eyes looking upward underneath her mask as she thought about his question. Was she toying with him? "Yes, I am." She replied, voicing her thoughts out loud with a sly smile. She wasn't fun when she was serious, and serious-ness had no place here correct? At least, that's what she thought. It would be a boring night if everyone walked around stoic and statue-like. The Pirate seemed quite comfortable to tease her back and go even further, breathing on her. She had to give him credit, quite a few people would have backed off at this point. "I'll try my best not to question your supposed experience then. You can't blame a girl for trying though." She snickered as she felt him pick her up.
She felt her feet reach the ground, and she slid out of his grasp like water and turned to face him. "I should be saying that to you." She replied, looking amused. She debated for a moment whether or not to curtsy but bent her knees slightly, keeping eye contact with the Pirate as she did so. "Charming." She said as she grasped his hand with her own, immediately spinning in towards him as she twisted their arms over her head and spinning back out. She had learned that the key to dancing was to not pay too much attention to your feet, otherwise you'd concentrate too much on not messing up which inevitably in the end, would make you stumble.
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Post by Masque on Feb 19, 2009 15:21:04 GMT -5
Brown Dragonet laughed again. "I suppose it wouldn't do either of us any good to tell each other how many flitts we have and what color because there are so many in the Weyr. Eggs are easier to come by on the Southern Continent and we had a clutch not too long ago. And for a few moments I had considered answering your question with another question but I figured talking in circles would not be all that amusing and it would be frustrating for both of us."
"I am not looking for anyone in particular. I am simply enjoying the festivities and the anonymity. It is not often that rank and duty allows us so much freedom in the Weyr so I prefer to enjoy it wholeheartedly while I can. A Weyr is rarely ever quiet so even the lowliest of workers must take rest when they can."
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Post by Masque on Feb 20, 2009 19:29:34 GMT -5
The Night swept his hair back with his hand and laughed, "I guess that's true. I always forget just how many flitts can be found Dark Moon. They weren't all that common from where I came from so it's interesting to seem them pop up all the time to deliver messages here and there." He was willing to admit that he had the tendency to flinch when one popped up beside him and surprising him. It was one of those things that would take a while to get used too. He smiled at Brown Dragonet, "It's only entertaining if the questions ask are of the humorous variety. Otherwise people get fed up rather quickly, I'm one of them I believe."
The girl had a point, it was nice to dance with anyone and everyone without having to worry about ranks. It would be weird for someone like a candidate to dance with the Werywoman without having the masks on. "I feel bad for the drudges, I can't imagine having to be on my feet all day long." He confessed in a whisper. He also couldn't imagine waiting on everyone all the time, that was why he treated drudges as kindly as he could. That and the fact he didn't want any spitting in his food if he managed to make one of them mad.
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Post by Masque on Feb 22, 2009 13:27:36 GMT -5
((Bump!))
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Post by Masque on Mar 1, 2009 0:08:45 GMT -5
The Herald stepped forward.
"The unmasking will take place at the stroke of midnight. For now I have been asked by the Harpers to announce a break in the dancing music to sing the Ballad of Dark Moon that has been composed in honor of the accomplishments of this Weyr. If you will please be seated, the dancing will resume after the ballad has finished. The Harpers have allowed a short time interval for those who wish to obtain food and find a seat. Afterwards, we wish that you change dance partners to further the revelry."
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Post by Masque on Mar 1, 2009 12:06:32 GMT -5
As the Herald called out over the dancers, the Gate Keeper looked up at the sound and then back to his partner. "It seems my time is up, Miss Tide. It was a pleasure dancing with you, and I thank you for such the honor." He lifted her hand to give it a soft kiss, dipped his head forward in a bow, and then turned to step off the dance floor and back over to the wall he was standing by earlier. On his way by he lifted the wineglass that he'd left resting on one of the tables, and when he reached the wall he turned around to lean next to his quarterstaff. He seemed once again to simply be watching the room, though he did still have the blindfold across his eyes.
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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 11:43:17 GMT -5
The canine sighed as his dancing partner left him. Still, she left him a nice going away present. He touched his lips lightly and a smirk formed quickly. Unfortunantly, any thoughts didn't last long as the ballad was soon to start. The canine walked over to retrieve a wineglass and sit as he was instructed and waited.
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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 11:47:02 GMT -5
The Rogue looked at his dancing partner and sighed heavily, dramatically. "Why must I be cursed to leave you? Perchance we will meet again. But until then", the Rogue went on and then abruptly leaned in and kissed her cheek softly. He then inched forward to whisper in her ear, "It was a pleasure and an honor to dance with you". The word pleasure was emphasized and his tone made it seem so true. He slowly departed the embrace of his beautiful dancing partner and took a seat himself as instructed. Though he had to wonder, who would his next partner be?
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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 11:49:00 GMT -5
The Gold Dragon groaned a bit in discontent. "Aw. And I was so enjoying this", she said with a sad frown on her face as she removed her head from resting on the Wher. "Thank you for the dance, and for the comfort", the Gold Dragon spoke up as she slowly walked out of his arms and took a seat herself.
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