Post by kevna on Jun 2, 2020 16:35:42 GMT -5
Riasu - Candidate
Riasu looked in her reflective glass, admiring the dress on her slim figure. It was a deep red, and it hugged her curves flatteringly. The split up the dress to mid-thigh along the right side of the seam gave the dress an appealing alure, though Riasu had asked for the addition for more practical matters. It would be hard to wear a dress without one on a dragon. She would have to slip riding leathers on under it for the ride, so not to freeze in between, but they could easily be slipped right off again. The dress had the slightest glitter in the deep color, only seen when light directly shone onto it. The dress had a scoop neck, which fell a little more modestly then the split did, and the material was pleated atop her shoulders, leaving the rest of her shoulders and arms bare. She checked her hair, which she had done with immaculate patience, and was satisfied with how it had turned out. She had made three small cornrows along the left side of her head, pinning them a few inches beyond her ear, and letting the rest of her wild curls reign free. The look was meant to be bold, and she determined that she had succeeded. Red was definitely her color.
I’m on my way Jarath, Lo’qui better not still be looking at himself when I get there. She teased playfully.
She gave herself a slow smile, then briskly turned away, slipped her tightest riding breeches on underneath the dress, and grabbed her gather jacket and gather black purse. She was tempted to look in the reflective glass again but decided against staying one more minute in the dank candidate quarters. She slipped on her short black heels and walked out of the barracks, making a straight line (or as straight a line as Mavros Weyr allowed) towards her brother’s quarters. She practiced her walk, letting her weight settle comfortably into her hips. She meant to be quite a presence at the gather. D’min would be there, and he would regret letting Riasu slip away. A’zael would be there, and she would not mind making an impression on him. Her mother would be there, and all her brothers most assuredly as well, so there was that to look forward to.
She approached the rock wall that lead up to Lo’qui’s quarters. “Hello up there, are we ready yet? I could use some dancing tonight.”
There were hurried steps above, and Riasu’s eyebrows raised when she saw two small heads pop out over the ledge.
“Rhuquin, Rhoqui? You hooligans, what are you doing here??” The tall aunt called excitedly. She hadn’t expected to see them, at least not so soon. “You better come down here and give your Auntie a big old hug.”
I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you two were bringing them here! She said with mock hurt towards Jarath, but in truth she was bursting. She loved her hooligans, and never would have dreamed of their mother allowing them to come here to Mavros so soon after them leaving Ierne.