Won't you dance with me? [Zen/A'zael]

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Riasu - Candidate

Riasu moved along with Rhoqui on her hip, making a direct path towards the music. She had been craving a good dance, hence the bold dress. She hadn’t planned on bringing the young girl, but when Rho had asked with those eyes it had been close to impossible to say no. It was a good thing the little girl was so sharding cute, hopefully it wouldn’t scare any dance partners away.

“You’re gonna be my wingwoman right?”

Rhoqui flipped her hair, and nodded with her little mischievous smile. The dancing was getting louder and Riasu moved a little faster, her feet moving to the beat of the call. When they arrived, she smiled, placing the little girl on the ground and giving her a bubbly pie to enjoy. The tall woman looked at the dancers and beat her toe to the beat, looking for a potential dance partner.

Her breath caught when her dark eyes caught sight of a certain dancing pair. D’min and some random woman she didn’t recognize. His next conquest she supposed. Riasu swallowed a sour taste in her mouth and looked away. It wouldn’t do to have him catch her watching him. It was the last thing she wanted. She tried to unfreeze her face, and was only successful when she saw the tall handsome Mavrosi Weyrleader.

“A’zael!” She called, putting her hand up to better get his attention. She would have directly approached him and asked for a dance, but she supposed leaving her niece suddenly would look strange to others. But if he asked her… that would be different. Still, it was strange having to hold back, a new taste altogether.

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A'zael

Away from politics for a moment, A’zael was quite determined to enjoy some dancing, no strings attached. He had managed to find an initial partner quick enough, a local young woman he’d never met before and after today would probably never see again. It suited him just fine, he just wanted to have a good time. They didn’t talk much, there wasn’t much need, enjoying a fun quick step together before she accepted an offer to dance with some new man. A’zael watched her disappear back into the dancing crowd for a moment before setting out to find a drink before he found a new partner. Shells but it was nice to just have some fun for once.

Enjoying a light white wine, he wandered back toward the dancers, keeping a practiced eye out for any ladies that seemed hopeful for a dance partner. It took him a moment to register that someone had called his name, glancing around until he saw the hand in the air and the familiar face beneath it. What he was not expecting was the young girl Riasu had with her. From the distance they looked similar enough he wouldn’t be surprised if it was her daughter.

He made his way over to her, an easy smile on his lips, “Riasu, how lovely to run into you here. Who is this fine young lady accompanying you?” He dipped his head in the slightest to the girl, a small sort of bow in greeting, and couldn’t help but wonder what Azora was doing at the moment. This girl looked of an age with his daughter. He knew S’fin had said he planned to bring her to the gather. A’zael wished he could have done so himself but he would have little enough free time today, juggling watching a young girl with everything else just wouldn’t be possible for him.

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[kevna]

Riasu - Dragonrider Candidate

“This is my spicy wingwoman and niece, Rhoqui.” She bumped her niece with her hip, causing the youth to get some of the berry drippings on her face. “Rhoqui has been dying to get rid of me almost as much as I’ve wanted to show off this dress.” She moved closer, her voice taking a conspiratorial tone, and the young girl giggled nodding in agreement of the remark, bubbly pie all over her face.

“Please, weyrleader,” she stressed his formal title, a teasing hint to it, “I must beg you to indulge us.” She blinked as innocently as she could, though the smile that followed was a dare. Her dress was as bold as she, and did indeed deserve to be shown off. The deep red dress sported a scoop neck that had the appearance of modesty. That is, until one caught a glance at the plunging back, and mid-thigh split. There was no other fluff to distract, for there was no need for it. She was confident in her own skin; a skin that currently itched to be held close by A’zael..

A new song had started as A’zael had approached her, and it was a slow, sultry song. One that would allow the flirty young man to hold her as close as she desired.

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