Post by Rhush on May 31, 2018 11:51:56 GMT -5
Srunae || Gold Danovelith
Srunae watched as she ate in silence, taking in the dancers that twirled around the open floor, the other graduates moving away from their table as they were tapped for their wings or shifting off to grab something to eat before they hit the dance floor. The goldrider waved at G’rett as he passed and smiled brightly at one of the brownriders in her class as he wandered off to get something to eat, closely followed by an older brownrider she couldn’t recall the name of at the moment. She was glad to see B’rax out dancing with his weyrmate instead of chained to the high table and stifled a giggle as the dancing man and woman were chased after by a little girl – likely their daughter – whom they swept up between them and began to swing around as a dancing trio. Srunae found she had long lost track of Liesol, but she imagined the shy greenrider was spending time with that one bluerider from their class – what was his name again? Z’kar? She thought it was Z’kar… Z’kar of Blue…
Laverauth. Danovelith supplied. Her pale blue brother was nearly as pretty as she was – it was hard to forget his name.
Thank you dear. Srunae smiled brightly. The blue and green pair had gotten on quite well, much to Srunae’s glee – she was rather disappointed in herself for forgetting the young man’s name as a result. Liesol had been so shy, the goldrider had once wondered if she would be able to come out of her shell long enough to make friends; and she was quite glad to see the girl wasn’t a total shut-in after she befriended the bluerider. Certainly better than isolating herself like Srunae often did. The goldrider took another bite of her roast beast, her gaze far away as she recalled the simpler times of her weyrlinghood, back when her chores and duties were feeding and oiling Danovelith and little else… And then a suddenly close voice startled her out of her thoughts, causing the young woman to nearly leap out of her chair as her hand flew to her heart. Wha- who- Treyjen!
"Sharditall Treyjen, you startled me,” The former beastcrafter said sheepishly, patting her chest with one hand as she stuck her tongue out in retaliation. What was he saying? Oh, he was congratulating her.
"Ah, thank you; it’s nice to be free of Weyrlinghood.” She smiled genuinely, briefly glancing out at the dancing weyrfolk. "'Now the real fun will begin' indeed… the joys of politics.” She twirled a finger in the air with a wry humor, shaking her head and chuckling. Her shift into her new role was likely to be more boring than fun, counting inventories and playing politics with local Lords, though she could at least be glad she wasn’t going to have to deal with any weyrleadership yet – the other weyrs so disliked Mavros she could avoid it for now. Though, the goldrider did wonder why the other weyrs disliked them so much. What had they done but leave to try and ensure the safety of their people? Was it so bad that the founders had merely wanted to prepare for Thread as they should have?
Srunae cast her gaze back at the Pirate as he conspiratorially leaned closer, a suggestive grin breaking his previously more formal expression. ”Oh, we’ll be working much more closely,” She said, her bright smile darkening into a teasing grin, hazel gaze twinkling with humor.
"Guess who’s in charge of… handling you now.” While her duty extended past Treyjen’s ship to a number of other seacrafters that came in with supplies for the weyr, she felt like his would likely be her favorite to deal with. The queenrider chuckled and then followed his gaze back out to the dance floor, where A’zael was dancing with Azora. She looked thoughtful as a momentary flash of concern broke into the back of her mind. His concern was unnecessary, but that he seemed to care made the young woman feel a little more at ease with the whole ordeal, and she laughed at his insinuation.
"Oh no,” She said, the memory of that morning after causing some color to come to her cheeks. "A’zael may be a wherryhead, but he hasn’t done anything troublesome lately. We’re in a much better place than before – he finally figured out his feelings and we…” Srunae cleared her throat in an attempt to dispel the darker blush the line of questioning had brought up. "Well, we’re officially a couple now, rather than a… mmm… whatever we were.” She laughed again and shook her head, about as able to explain what they used to be as she was able to dance. Speaking of…
"I just am a bit nervous about moving into my new role,” Srunae chuckled lightly before adding on as an aside, "That and I haven’t a clue how to dance,” The goldrider shrugged and grinned over at the dark-haired man with some mixture of amusement and sheepishness. "And I’m sure A’zael will come along and try to sweep me off my feet after Azora’s had her fill of dancing with him.”