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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 11:57:17 GMT -5
There was the break in the music that the Sun was waiting for but the Herald announced that there was to be the singing of the Ballad of Dark Moon. He was looking forward to the Ballad of Dark Moon. The Sun grabbed a glass of wine and a plate of food he found himself a seat and sat down to listen. For now his eyes scanned the dance floor and the couples who were separating.
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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 13:53:05 GMT -5
Brown Dragonet smiled sweetly at The Night, "Perchance we will meet again later after the unmasking. I hope you enjoy your night." She stepped away and took the time to put a few small portions of the offered food onto a plate before she sat. She was as interested to hear the Ballad as everyone else.
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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 13:55:01 GMT -5
The Dolphin stepped away from Fire Hawk. "It seems our verbal dance is at an end as well as our physical one. Enjoy your anonymity." She winked at him as she glided away, to accept a glass of wine poured from a fresh wineskin.
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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 14:04:23 GMT -5
The Skybroom raised an eyebrow, smirking beneath his mask. "Well my dear, I bid you farewell for now. Have a care that you do not become faint with hunger. Such a beauty should not be at risk of falling upon the cold stone. Good day to you my lady." He bowed gallantly before heading off to obtain a glass of fruit juice and food. He didn't want to drink too much wine tonight. He would give himself away if he did.
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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 16:15:15 GMT -5
The Traveler struggled to come to a stop when the Herald called out, and pulled his hand away from The Mad Hatter after the announcement. "Well it was....it was fun," he said, offering a minorly shaky smile, though the unease was more due to the fact that now that he'd stopped spinning, the entire room had started. He gave a nod to the Hatter, then turned and started quickly for a table. He lost his balance a few times, and his foot slipped a bit as he made his way over, but finally he made it to a chair and just fell into a seated position, bringing his hands up to cover his eyes afterwards. Maybe once the room stopped spinning he'd look into socializing some more.
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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 16:17:08 GMT -5
The Shadow looked over towards the Herald, and then back to her dance partner. She shrugged and nodded her head to the side. "Seems our dance is done," she said, and turned to walk away from him/her without another word. It'd been pretty interesting talking and dancing with someone she didn't know, or possibly did but didn't know if she did. She made her way to the buffet line and picked up a glass of fruit juice, turning and looking around the room once more behind her mask. It was, overall, a pretty fun night. But having been watching and listening as others in the room had interacted, even while she'd been dancing, she was starting to wonder how things would play out once the masks came down.
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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 16:19:30 GMT -5
Fire Hawk looked over to the Herald, and then back to the Dolphin as she spoke. He offered a smile, and nodded in reply, taking a step back as well. "It seems it has, Lady Dolphin." He dipped forward at the waste and gave a small bow, smiling once more when he stood back up. "Farewell for now, perhaps we'll meet again some time." And with that he stepped over towards a table with cups of water, taking one up and standing off to the side to look about the room. Everyone was to switch partners, but he wasn't sure who to speak to. It'd taken enough courage to talk to the first girl, after all, and his mind was still reeling over the fact that he would eventually that night have to take off his disguise.
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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 17:22:31 GMT -5
The Night bowed heartily to the Brown Dragonet before she took her leave of absence. "I hope you will find yourself having a wonderful evening." He said, offering her those parting words before slipping into the crowd that was making its way to the seats. He gratefully accepted a drink when one was offered to him and sipped at it, waiting for the ballad to begin. Did he really want to find out who he was dancing with? What if it was someone much more important to him (Which it more than likely was). His mind churned slowly, trying to decipher whether or not he said anything that could have been insulting and used against him later on. He doubted it, but he still had to wonder. It would be quite the unfortunate accident to insult someone, such as the Weyrwoman, for simply not knowing who it was. A social suicide, if you will.
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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 17:58:33 GMT -5
The Dawn Sisters noted that Fallen Contrast had yet to answer her; a frown fell upon her face. Refusing to dance with her was one thing but to not even acknowledge her? Fine be that way, the Herald had called for a pause in the dancing anyway. With a little huff she grabbed her skirt so she would not trip over it as she made her way to where the food was. After she put her food on her plate she plopped down rather unladylike at a table glancing over at the boy covering his eyes. (OOC: Edited since someone had a question as to who she was looking at  |
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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 18:42:36 GMT -5
The Lake smiled at the Pirate, pulling her hand out of his as the Herald made their announcement. "Seems our dance is over - even though it had just begun." She simpered with a soft laugh as she took a step back. She curtsied to him, winking as she did so. "I suppose I'll have to play hard to get and leave." She grinned slyly, turning away from him and picking up the hem of her skirt without looking back.
She'd have to find a new dancing partner after this more then likely, the Pirate was the type of guy to switch it up as many times as possible. Not that she minded. A giggle escaped her mouth as she looked around the room, wondering if she should strike up a conversation with someone after the ballad. She gracefully sat in a chair, crossing her legs at the ankle and patiently waited for the ballad to begin.
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Post by Masque on Mar 2, 2009 20:47:10 GMT -5
The Green Dragon paused, the wine cup at her lips still as the Herald spoke in booming tones. A ballad? This would be interesting she couldn't help but think with a small smile. She looked around, trying to spot an empty chair. Thankfully one was found rather quickly, and she slid into it carefully so the wine in her hand would not spill. It would be a travesty if she managed to get her drink all on her dress. She reached up, wanting to wind hair around her finger nervously (Even though she wasn't fully sure as to why she was nervous) but ended up letting her hand fall back into her lap. She had forgotten that her hair was put up for this event. She grasped her hands, wondering what the ballad would sound like.
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Post by Masque on Mar 3, 2009 13:28:46 GMT -5
Feral Feline gave his dance partner a rakish smile. "It seems you are free to accost some other unwary dance partner my dear. Enjoy." He nodded his head abruptly and then stalked off, his lithe body graceful and as feral as his name. Even the way he handled his wine glass hinted of controlled violence simmering under the surface. He didn't so much as sit on his chair as drape over it.
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Post by Masque on Mar 5, 2009 0:10:54 GMT -5
The Traveler had been content to leave his eyes closed against his hands for a few minute and let the world stop spinning, but when he heard someone fall into a seat at the same table as him he lifted his head quickly to look over. Probably not the best idea, moving that quickly, considering it gave the world a few last spins before finally letting the whole place settle down. The Traveler noticed the glance he'd received from the girl near him - The Dawn Sisters, he thought she was announced as - and offered a smile that would only be noticeable in the bit of movement the cloth over his face had.
"Heh, hi," he offered, leaning back in his chair to get his elbows off the table. He shook his head once. "I don't suggest spinning around on this floor - it's hard to stop after."
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Post by Masque on Mar 6, 2009 23:25:52 GMT -5
The Herald looked around and saw that nearly everyone was settled. He adjusted his simple black mask and then stepped to the middle of the dance floor. He banged his long staff against the floor three times and cleared his throat.
"May I present the Harpers of Pern, singing the Ballad of Dark Moon!"
The Harpers began a melody that was haunting and desolate at first. The music echoed the lines, bleak and hopeless at first. Then, as the song went on, a more hopeful note entered the music, and towards the end, the music became exciting, filled with promise and strength.
Dark Moon, Dark Moon, smallest of the Weyrs
Brought back from the brink of despair
Elder riders, a dying generation
No hope for the future
Too small to be troubled about
The ageing Queen
Bereft of her Weyrwoman
Hanging on by a thread
For the sake of her final clutch
A last hope for a dying Weyr
Few eggs and fewer Candidates
The few, the brave
A Queen hatchling, Weyrling Weyrwoman
A female bluerider, a dragon mute
A grieving brownrider, female as well
All that remained of a dying Queen's legacy
A spark of hope for the dying weyr
Turns gone by, riders transfer in
Renegades threaten, Dark Moon triumphs again
Slowly growing stronger
Some leave, some return
Some come to make their homes
The clutches of the giant Queen Kaith
Become ever stranger
Colors Pern has never seen before
New breeds of dragon
As the Red Star draws near
An egg stolen, a Queen transported by fury
The Weyr on edge
Tempers worn thin, suspicion thick
The egg returned safely
The culprit Impressed
The stolen egg, a small yellow
Finds her rider well
Frantic preparation for a terrible time to come
Hope for the weyr, the smallest of them all
Training for the menacing Thread
Hardy and true
A Weyr without a Weyrleader
The Queenrider Christae, the loyal Akki and Rhia
Veterans of the Weyr remain
Newcomers bringing hope
Old riders returning in her time of need
A new generation of riders
Growing quickly and strong
The little Weyr prospers
Despite storms of wind and rain
Clutches hatch strong, ever stranger
As Turns pass by
Ever closer the Red Star passes
The terror drawing near
Dark Moon stands ready
Small but strong
The smallest of them all
The hardiest of them all
Hail the riders of Dark Moon weyr
Fly high
Fly far
Train hard
Dragonriders of Dark Moon Weyr
As the last note faded, the Herald waited until the applause died and then hit his staff against the cold stone floor again.
"May the dancing begin again!"
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Post by Masque on Mar 8, 2009 11:13:28 GMT -5
The Dawn Sisters smiled back, at least she thought the boy had smiled, his mask covered his whole face. “Hi” she giggled when he mentioned spinning on the floor. “Thanks for the warning, although I haven’t had the pleasure of dancing with anyone yet.” She couldn’t help but sound a bit disappointed.
The Harpers then began their Ballad, The Dawn Sisters listened with great interest and clapped loudly when the harpers were finished singing. “So… has the world stopped spinning? Are you feeling better now?”
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Post by Masque on Mar 8, 2009 16:30:48 GMT -5
The Night clapped loudly for the Harpers. How could he not? It was a well done and well rehearsed ballad and it truly depicted what Dark Moon was as a Weyr. He would have to talk to the Harpers later on in the evening to commend them of their job well done. He stood up, placing the goblet on the table and walked around. He wasn't sure if he was going to dance with another person and took the oppurtunity to scout around. He figured if someone needed a dance partner, he could swoop in if they wanted. Meanwhile, however, he was content to just wandering about. Perhaps now he could make some guesses as to who everyone was behind their veiled faces.
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Post by Masque on Mar 8, 2009 22:55:00 GMT -5
The Rogue listened with delight as the ballad played. "Ah! What honor bestowed upon Dark Moon in such gracious words. Surely I could do no better", the Rogue commented to himself. When all was said and done and the Herald allowed the dancing resume, the Rogue was on the prowl again. He spotted exactly who he wanted. The Green Dragon would be his next partner. His walk was anything but casual, dramatics was the way of this character.
As he approached the Green Dragon he knelt before her, took her hand and graced his lips with her hand. "My dear Green Dragon. May I have the honor of being your next partner in dance?", the Rogue did not beg or plea, but he desired this one to be the next in his arms. The Rogue looked up at the Green Dragon, eyes twinkling through his black mask his hat shifting as he moved his head.
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Post by Masque on Mar 8, 2009 22:59:35 GMT -5
The Gold Dragon silently applauded after the ballad was over with. It was well done. But as the dancing resumed, she desired a new dancing parnter. She smirked as she saw the Night wandering about. If he was hoping for someone to find him, he'd hit the jack pot.
"My dear Night, why wander so aimlessly?", she asked simply as she stood before him. It was obvious what she wanted, but she hoped he would be the one to ask.
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Post by Masque on Mar 8, 2009 23:03:24 GMT -5
The canine clapped two furry gloves together in appreciation of the ballad. They had done a good job, and the canine had enjoyed it. But now the dancing resumed and the canine needed a new dancing partner. He looked over to the brown dragonet and decided she would be the next to ask. Though his thoughts drifted momentarily at the kiss he and the green dragon shared. Ah, what luck he had so soon in the masquerade!
"Care to dance?", the canine asked the brown dragonet with a slight bow, the makeshift furry ears sliding slightly from the motion of his head.
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Post by Masque on Mar 9, 2009 9:33:18 GMT -5
The Shadow had stood by the table where she'd gotten her glass of juice and listened as the ballad was sung. When it was finished she set her cup down and lifted her hands to clap like everyone else, and after the announcement she stood there waiting for a bit more to see if any of the masked men nearby would ask her to dance straight off. After a few moments she stepped over to the nearest empty table and sat down, leaning back in the chair with her legs out underneath it and crossed at the ankles, and sipping at her juice.
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