Who

Hannah, Bailey, Willimina, S'ayde, Igraine, Zisiene, Rh'maz, Agertha, Eala, Ko'an, Ayolehe, Ione, Naomi, Cayl, g'deon (Cameo)

What

The Second night of the Buccaneer Ball is in Full swing. Duels, poker and Rum!! What could be better?

Heavy Swearing, Violence, Mentions of Sex, Innuendo,

When

-- On Pern --
It is 7:55 PM where you are.
It is evening of the seventh day of the eleventh month of the seventh turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the thirty-seventh day of Autumn and 72 degrees. The night is clear. Stars twinkle merrily.
In Southern:
It is the thirty-seventh day of Spring and 93 degrees. It is a clear night.
In Southern Mountains:
It is the thirty-seventh day of Spring and 17 degrees. It's cold and dark out.


Where

Keroon Sea Hold; Gather cavern

OOC Date 10 May 2016 06:00

 

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"Midwifery was my bread, poison control my butter. I've handled many tunnelsnakes in my youth."



Keroon Sea Hold Gather Cavern

The citizens of Keroon Sea Hold have been kind enough to let the Zingari invade their largest cavern for this gather. The whole place has been decorated to look like a Pirate's lair. Props have been made to look like piles of treasure and rich fabrics. The people running the gather and working there run around in pirate gear, some even with prop peg legs and eye patches. The whole thing is a spoof on pirate life and meant to be fun. The Zingari and Keroon Sea Hold cooks put enticing aromas into the air as they cook near the dance area. Parents drop their kids in the area designated for the kids and nannies, and it's a mini gather all on its own! Those not burdened by minors head to the bar or the sword fights. Smokeless fires and torches light the cavern, giving the cheery glow of firelight to everything. Rum and whiskey flow freely, let the fun begin!

It is the thirty-seventh day of Autumn and 72 degrees. The night is clear. Stars twinkle merrily.


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Zisiene grins at the admonishment to stay out of trouble. She's done just that for a while now, "Sure," she agrees. Wait, was that too quick? Does it matter? Willa's moving off to the dance floor, and so she's free to start her circling through the crowd again. Short, looking much younger than her seventeen Turns, and easily over looked are all things that Zisiene takes advantage of and why not?

Ayolehe cranes his head to look in on the little bronze, and he grins, as if understanding the plight. Receiving his own skewer of spiced meat, he blows on a cube of lamb to cool it for the hungry green firelizard. "They won't really hurt each other, I think," he says of the high passions from the tournament. "We've been here before— ay, I think it's how they make friends here." He smiles a little. "There are some benches by the stage, I think, if you want a place to rest. Where you won't get trampled!"

Agertha makes her way towards S'ayde, klah in one hand whiskey in the other, "You look like you could use this," she says as she offers up the whiskey, "Personal?" the fight, the way she worded the question leaves it up to S'ayde whether he wishes to answer or not.

It is really only then that Naomi hears the cheering of her fellow weyrlings amidst the crowds watching the duels. She turns then and offers them a smile as Rh'maz occupies himself with retrieving his sword before turning back to him. "Naomi, brown Aionedyth's. Well met, Rh'maz." She'll even offer him a salute, as is only right of her status as a weyrling. As for her lifemate's location… the young weyrling can only ponder. Not too far, is all she knows. A quick touch of his mind tells her that he's not in any trouble and that's all she cares about for now. There's a glance from Naomi though, to Rh'maz left hand. "Why were you using your right arm?" She asks, simply curious.

The Buccaneer Ball is in full swing. Laughter and other such sounds of joy ring off the high cavern walls. The smells of food cooking and rum are heavy in the air. Patrons and workers alike saunter around in their finest Pirate garb. The sounds of swords clashing comes from one corner, where duelers test their skill against one another, the merchants hawk their wares and players act their hearts out as cutthroat competitors try and bluff eachother and swindle their opponants in a tense Dragon poker tournament. Already there have been injuries and fights, and the Rum and Whiskey flow freely!

S'ayde looks up at Agertha as she approaches him, nodding as he takes the offered drink and downs it, a cold anger still filling the depths of his eyes. "More than." Is his reply to his wingmate and clutch sister. "That man has a target in his back, if I ever see him again." S'ayde scowls, once an enemy of the mother clan, always an enemy. "Thanks for the drink Aggie."

"Q'fex?" Briefly, Hannah's expression perks up, but she laughs (maybe she's already plied herself with drink - this could be the second gather they've hit!) and tugs on Bailey's arm when she trips a little. "I do smell whiskey. Gimme. A lot of it!" She's not slurring her words, but the cast of roses to her cheeks and the jewel-bright eyes bright with something a little extra than joy tell a tale of alcoholic woe. Oh whups, did she just spikey-heel stomp on the foot of a 'pirate' lookalike? "Sorry, sorry!" Is she? Never to know! "Is that man wearing gold?" Her eyes dance along Rh'maz and Naomi - following Bailey's line of sight - touching on a few others, before she's drawn back into the moment.

Cayl takes another bite from her own leg of lamb as Ayolehe speaks, then grabs her mug off of the post she'd balanced it on next to her in order to feed the firelizard, and takes a quick drink. Brushing her arm across her lips in perhaps a less then lady like manner, she smiles at the teen. "I'm afraid my faith in humanity, more pointedly male machoness, is slightly more tarnished then yours." She glances towards where he indicates, the benches indeed looking enticing. She nods. "That sounds like a good spot. By the by, I'm Cayl, Mzadith's partner in crime. And you'd be?"

"Something tells me you're not being fair to any of these other pirates, Kor." The words are lightly challenging, but still spoken in good humor. "I think we've already talked about you trying to claim me like some of your treasure." But it seems Eala is in a good mood — perhaps it's the rum — as the words slip past her lips without consequence in actions. That mischief in Ko'an's expression is eyed with a little shake of her head. If they're to dance, well, it seems he's not the only one finishing off their drink quickly. She downs it in a couple of gulps, wincing at the intensity of all that rum at once. "I'm not sure drinking and dancing is a good combination for anyone's feet," she intones with a smile that speaks to resignation more than excitement at the prospect of taking to the dance floor. But maybe that will change. "I know how to dance," is insisted in quiet tones, gaze dropping to eye that hand over hers. The look she gives him after suggests she knows exactly why it landed there. "Fine. We'll dance."

Agertha nods as she listens, "Don't let anger cloud your judgment, eh?" she says, knowing her clutchbrother is capable of keeping a level head even when agry. Still the reminders are sometimes good to have, "You're welcome. Looked like a useful thing for you," for her? No, she's had her one drink, "You did well during the T-Tourney," she grins at that. Change of topic? Well, maybe it won't help but maybe it will.

Willimina moves to the part of the dance floor reserved for performances. With care, Willimina removes her boots and dries her feet. This dance requires a finesse that she cannot muster in clunky boots. She stretches as one of the other Zingari girls finishes her routine. Willimina removes her hat, leaving only her Pirate dress to tell of her costume. She brushes out her curls, letting them tumble to her waist as assistants put on her leg bells and attatch her jingling belt to her waist. She's soon ready and steps into line to wait for her turn, there's still one more girl ahead of her yet.

Rh'maz returns Naomi's salute with a stylish snap. "You know, I -thought- I saw that you saw that I was left-handed," he murmurs, as he disengaged from the tournament ring. "How interesting." His eye crinkles up. "It's a pleasure to see someone in their element. As it happens, I thought I'd make it more of a challenge and try the right." There is a wry cast to his voice. The fingers of his left glove flex a little, but only a little. It may be unclear how much of his left hand remains in there. "You've had some formal training, I think. Myself it is more of a hobby."

There comes a point where Zisiene is stopped as she once more tries to approach the tent where the gambling is taking place. The person in charge knows full well Isie is old enough to be there, but there is perhaps another reason he stops her? She sends him a glare before she starts off again. Everyone that knows her, knows that Zisiene carries more than the one obvious belt knife. None of them know how many more she carries.
S'ayde is no stranger to getting control of his emotions. His features are soon as smooth and shiny as glass, see? No anger here. "Right." S'ayde replies in answer to Agertha's reminder. "It was quite useful, in fact, follow me, I should find another." He waves, moving off to find a waitor, not wanting to go to the bar just now. He soon finds one and pilfers two tumblers of whiskey. "You did well too, didn't you?" He asks, knowing full well that Agertha had placed, he just didn't know in what, or couldn't remember. He's been quiute busy of late. "It's good seeing you out and about having some fun Aggie, how are things?"

"Well, maybe. Maybe it's just regular Keroon." Which is far less airy and lovely than this-the-Seahold, at least from Bailey's perspective. The goldrider has a one track mind at the moment, so she totally doesn't notice pirate toes and stompy-stompy stilettos. "Gold? Wait. Where? Two whiskeys, double, neat!" she calls the last, same-breath, at the bartender once they have made their way to the raucous line of revelers all pressing in for the alcohol. Her eyes stray off, and she leans to murmur something against the bright starfire of Hannah's moonshine hair.

You overhear Bailey mutter, "… … get … … … … … … … … … … … … some … … convention? … Fanciers … …" to Hannah.

Cayl's words bring a look of amusement across the boy's face. She may not be wrong, however, given his deep kindness and easy warmth. "I will sit with you, Cayl, while I get this one fed," he says. "We were having too much fun earlier— she should have probably eaten sooner. My name is Ayolehe. I am a healer apprentice posted to the weyr."

This gather is clearly in need of more Southern goldriders. Or perhaps Southern redheads? Ione's arrival happens to mean both, as the young woman slips quietly into the crowd, her blue dress swishing around those long legs as she wanders. A thoughtful inquiry lies in her stare as she takes in the area, noting choices in setup and decoration — and is she taking notes?

Agertha nods, "I did, agility," and something, but she's never been good at remember complex things like that, "I'm good. Busy," she shrugs as Gigan wraps his tail around her neck, "Gigan, why don't you go bug Kes for a bit?" oh now that was helpful. The bronze doesn't even bother to launch himself before he winks into ::between::, "He thinks Kestrath is his personal bed," grin.

Naomi reveals a rare, genuine smile when Rh'maz admits to being left-handed. It's always nice to know her observation skills haven't gone rusty from lack of usage when it comes to swordfighting. Her gaze shifts to his hands once more before looking back up to meet his eyes… eye. She nods slightly in acknowledgement, "I've had formal training, yes. I was once a guard, before I Impressed." There's no regret in her tone of voice, only a simple statement of truth. "I haven't had much use for it lately and I'm not quite allowed have a sword on me during Weyrlinghood… so it's nice to see I haven't quite lost my touch."

"I haven't any idea what you mean, m'lady." About claiming her, about being fair to 'other' pirates. "This is about enjoying yourself. The rum helps." Low laughter comes with narrowedly pleased eyes. Distraction comes this time with Ko'an's brief look over the newest entrants arriving via Southern flare. It's enough to cause him a moment or two of consideration. But what's gathered of it is yet more of his charming smile, thinned, curious, dark, and the delay but return of his focus on the greenrider at his arm. "Come with me." He says lowly, smoothly to Eala's ear with abruptness that hints at necessity and not laced so fluidly in his typical suggestive undertones. There's gentle direction given to the hand she's has wrapped around his arm, secured by his opposite bejeweled in equal silver. Lack of complaint would have him leading her around to the other side of the dancefloor, away from the bar to be absorbed by the crowds lining the space of music and motion from its opposite side. When he finds a space not so crowded, he'd take his arm away, to hold hers simply in his hand and bows with genuine flourish. "Then I will be delighted to accompany you." He notes with an arrogant, if earnest enough, smile of her knowledge in dancing and dismissal of whatever instigated the selection of space.

"Keroon?" Surprise flashes in Hannah's eyes and she has to take a double take and look around. Igenites - those are Zingari mingling about. She might know now any personally, but she's been to enough of Igen's events to recognize the fun-loving clan. "But," back to Bailey, a touch drunken-confused, "I thought we were in Igen!" Badum-ching. "Yeah that-" Bailey's murmur sets off the rough gusto of a laugh that seems hardly possible from such a tiny woman. Words are given back, snatched away by the revelry of the party but for where they pass Bailey's hearing. It's on the tail end, that Hannah's eyes catch the frame of one of their own, Ione. Inarticulate sounds and pats escape through the thread of that laughter - okay, maybe she's a little too tipsy if she's laughing at her own joke.

You overhear Hannah mutter, "… … … … … … … … Let's taken of their d- … -swords. … … … they … … … bigger … sword, … … … … !" to Bailey.

A strange look passes over the older woman's face as Ayolehe announces his name. Its a mixture of thoughtfulness and confusion, almost as though some idea or another were right on the tip of her tongue, but she can't quite put voice to it. "Ayolehe… Have we met before?" Its asked, and she narrows a heavy brow as she regards him. Then, she shakes her head. "No..I suppose not. But I swear.." The bronze chitters once more, stretching his tiny up up the length of his long, thin neck, and Cayl tucks her drink under the arm holding the lamb, then peels off another bit of meat to feed to him. "A healer you say? That is a wonderful profession, young man. I was a journeywoman myself, before I found myself tied to Mzadith." She winces before admiting, "Of course, this was nearly five hundred turns ago. I'm sure things have changed since then." As she talks, she starts making her way towards the bench.

G'deon quietly strides in from the Bazaar Sidestreet.
S'ayde grins. "They all think everything is their personal bed. I find my fair nesting in the oddest places." S'ayde laughs and downs one of his whiskies, passing the dirty glass off as soon as he can. "Busy is good. I've been busy too." And considering his mental breakdown last turn, busy is really good.

Unfettered laughter slices through the air, a surprising bell-chime of sound, especially considering the husky nature of Bailey's typical tone. "Hannah," she declares, "I think I may need to cut you off." With one of those numerous swords that the senior goldrider has flailing around verbally. "And this is quite Keroon," she primly follows-up. "Quite." She looks so damnably proper lifting her highball glass, offering Hannah's as is appropriate after a fisheye of examination. "If you throw up on my dress I'm leaving you here."

Agertha chuckles, "Yes, but you don't have sweeps reports to go through," she's teasing, "At least I know how to get that work done," ugh, she'd hoped to not have to worry about such things. Agertha opens her mouth to say something, but her eyes glaze over and when they come back into focus she sighs, "Kes. She's complaining about itching again," of course the green doesn't itch, "I know she doesn't have a single inch of patchy hide, and she had a bath right before we came here," the green just wants to go flirt. Probably.

S'ayde nods. "Very true." He's politely silent as his wingmate speaks to her own, and nods when she excuses herself. "Sure, see you later Agertha." He waves and splits off, heading for the food vendors.

Rh'maz snaps his fingers when Naomi reveals her training as a guard. "How interesting indeed," he remarks. "I don't think that's something so easy to forget. Not when it's so much a part of you, like that. When we fought, the sword looked to me like an afterthought. I commend you, my dear." His purring tone has a burnished kindness in it, and mischief also. With great lavish silliness he goes on to say, "I myself am a terrible loser, but if I have to not-win, it is best by the hand of a master. Also in my defense, it was very distracting with that fighting breaking out, and that other swordsman," S'ayde, "was very good-looking." This said he makes his goodbye with a charming gesture.

That only receives a roll of her eyes in response, along with a knowing look sent in Ko'an's direction. "I know you too well to fall for that, Kor," Eala informs him, the joking tone mixed with a sort of surprised honest. Her gaze follows his eyes, brows lifting when she sees the direction of his gaze. "Goldriders?" There's a pointed look at him, but that single word carries the weight of her judgment for his shifting attention. It doesn't stop her from following him, however, sensing that something drives the sudden movement, even though she has no idea what it is. She holds on to him through the crowds, reaching up with her free hand to flip that eyepatch up to allow her to see. When they stop, she'll rip it off altogether, tucking it into her sash. He bows, and there's a moment's hesitation before she curtsies as best one can in pants, smirking up at him as she does. "I hope you realize I'm indulging you," she informs him as she places a hand on his shoulder. "And later you'll have to tell me what that was about."

G'deon gets up from one of the poker tables and makes his way from the tournament toward the vendors, gaze wandering as he takes in the people and sights. He eventually gets himself a glass of one of the local wines before continuing his wandering, focusing on any of the weyrlings he notices, naturally, though apparently it's not his job to directly watch out for them today, because he just keeps on a-wandering.

The revelation of Cayl's true age seems to spark the young man's curiosity. His eyes widen, but he attempts to mask his surprise. "You might have heard my name yelled about," Ayolehe tells Cayl with a smile. "I'm always running errands. I have probably forgotten some now. You would think the weyr never goes to sleep." He follows her to the bench, clearly trying to work out how he wants to broach this subject. Aloe chirps for more feeding. "Do— do you still practice at all? Did you have a specialty?"

"I thought it was Keroon," Hannah's voice lacks conviction when she reaches for the glass that Bailey examines. "You'd never leave me," confidence is as iron-bound as the red-haired goldrider's lifemate - "But you'd make it not worthwhile later." A wink, so raucously given with the exaggerated fall of one blond-lash framed lid. "Y'know," faux whisper, "when I last was this close to a pirate, the body odor was pretty bad." Because who thinks about those things right?! Ione - is the other goldrider moving? Joining the frey? Hannah's hummingbird attention is captured by Rh'maz's snap, which brings the goldrider back to Bailey. "I promise I won't embarrass myself." Back goes the glass into a dainty guzzle.

Ione is wandering aimlessly, her flats treading lightly through the gather grounds, awkward feet only stumbling once or twice when she's bumped by other partygoers. It probably doesn't help that her head is down as she scribbles her notes, only lifting to glance around and find new things to take notes about. But eventually, those steps are bound to lead her toward Bailey and Hannah, right? Unless she's deliberately avoiding them. (No. Maybe she'd deliberately avoid Bailey, but that's kind of a package deal.)

Cayl can't help but chuckle at Ayolehe's wide eyes and his attempts not to show off his surprise at her announcement. "Don't worry yourself, kid. You've heard of the Oldtimers yes?" There's a pause before she affirms. "In actuality.. I'm around 82. Much more reasonable an estimate, yes?" She'd just missed G'deon going to the same vendors that she and Ayolehe have just left, or no doubt she'd have raised voice to seeing her old clutchmate. As it stands, by the time she reaches the benches, she's releasing a quiet sigh, a little out of breath, her brows tightening as she sits down. As she puts down her mug, her hand briefly goes to her stomach, readjusting her bodice. "Practice. Well.. yes, in a somewhat unofficial capacity. I've helped patch up a few friends every now and then. But on a broader scale, my specialty was dragonhealing. Before that, before impression that is to say, I studied and served as a midwife, with a side interest in various venoms and poisons." Her stomach gives a little gurgle then and she winces, twitching in place. "You know, I don't think this leg is settling with me very well." She looks to the lamb in her hand and after a second's hesitation, puts it down on the bench beside her. "What about you? What field are you hoping to go into?"

Ko'an keeps one of her hands lightly held where it was, watching as she curtsies, his other held bent at his back in the most formal of stances. He can't hide the smile he has, hidden only partially when he tips his head in the approval of that effort she gives. "Aye." He says clearly, stepping up to her in the call and beat of the music, the hand that had at once held hers taken to the side of them, and the one behind his back, now placed at her own. Now that he's this close, and he guides the first of the steps with a practiced, genuine ease, he can speak to her ear without leaning all so far. Even if, at first he lets moments go by without further interruption, tempting to catch her eye when she'd allow him such, if only to see her level of discomfort or otherwise. "Not just goldriders. We'll speak of it, if we must. But if you'll indulge me fully-" He moves back in time with his words to draw her arm above her head to spin her gently, slowly. "That will be much later. For now, try to have a little fun."

"Keroon Seahold," Bailey corrects herself, afterwards, probably revealing a little bit of her own tipsiness. What? This is definitely not the first pira… party Hannah and Bails have visited this fine evening. "I'd totally leave you," she returns to Hannah, but her heart's not in it. More going through the motions. "Ugh no," she waves off talk of body odor, "Don't make me throw up." OH HOW THE TABLES TURN. If she's actually seen Ione, she sure isn't paying the girl any attention. The focus of her eyes go off to focus out in the distance, and there then they narrow, as if in calculating thought. This can't possibly end well~

Naomi acknowledges Rh'maz's praise with a simple nod of thanks, eyes turning down to look at her sword before looking back up. "I must admit I become rather single-minded when it comes to dueling… but I also commend you for doing so well on your non-dominant hand, distractions or no." There's another knowing smile. Regardless of distractions or challenges the man brought upon themselves, it was still clear to her that she was still the superior one when it came to swords. She offers him a quicker salute as he makes his departure before looking about. Looking for another challenger, perhaps? Or just something else to do…

Willimina steps onto the dance floor when her time comes. The musicians are silent until she reches the middle of the dance floor. The shanty played next is a lively one and Willimina moves as if made of the sea herself. Her bells ring as her feet move and her hips move in impossible ways. She dances in circles, enticing a crowd and losing herself in the joy of it. Willimina is many things, Caravan leader, Mother, wife, but most dear to her heart, she is a dancer. It runs through herr veins as naturally as the blood that flows within them. Pure joy spreads across her face as her feet move in time to the music. This is where she loves to be.

S'ayde idles up to the food vendors, taking his time in choosing his food. He goes for whatever Keroon is offering, as he can have Zingari fair any time he chooses. After recieving a plate, he finds a table and sits, digging into his food. His next duel is in half a candlemark, time to refuel.

The world passes in a haze of colors and blurred shapes. Enthusiastically, Hannah waves at Ione - "Look, no one's died!" is that supposed to be a grave secret? - though doesn't let go of Bailey. Bailey is hers. Does she care if she draws attention? Not in this shade of the tree of alcohol. Tossing moonlight-pale hair over her shoulder, she tips her head back, exposing the shape of her neck to sip the last of the drops of whiskey from her glass. "You've got that look." Accusation or statement? Or both? Her own gaze drifts, coming to land on a man in the crowd, touched in copper-bronze adornments. "Huh."

"Midwifery to venoms and poisons! What range." Ayolehe raises an eyebrow. "If you still practice, or teach, I would love to learn. My journeyman wants me to learn as much as possible. She has me learning herbs and wound care now. I learned a little in mindhealing at the crafthall— I like it. I want to help people." He pats the green firelizard, who chews now on the skewer, disappointed that only vegetables remain. He looks Cayl over. "Are you all right?"

Why do you think Ione is here, Hannah? No one has died! She has to learn everything possible about this mystical, magical event where people gather and no one dies, or gets attacked by smugglers and/or real pirates. "Maybe dressing like a pirate is key!" That's to Hannah in passing as the youngest goldrider makes her way toward the promise of dueling. People volunteering to get stabbed, how novel!

It's true that Eala may know the steps, but it has been turns since she had occasion to practice them, and such an occupation has never held her interest for long. Even so, there's a moment of resistance when it comes to letting Ko'an lead, like she can't quite bear to do so. After a few awkward steps, she's forced to capitulate, and allowing him to guide them on the floor. It takes a moment before she meets his eye, as her gaze follows her own feet for a moment until she finds the rhythm. Only then does she look up, studying him with uncertainty in blue eyes. "We must," she says firmly, in a tone that brooks no argument. "But I'll make sure it's a fair trade." A small smile at this, like a thin apology for the fact that she isn't likely to let it go. A brow arches at the thought of indulging him fully, but although that quirk of her lips hints at the siren's song, she leaves it at that. "I'm having fun." Her tone isn't exactly convincing.

Again, the chuckle, though it seems a little more strained this time. "Midwifery was my bread, poison control my butter. I've handled many tunnelsnakes in my youth." Cayl's nose crinkles a little before she gives the smallest shrug. "Then Mzadith came along. He was the best thing in my life..and he changed everything." She listens to him, though her expression twists unpleasantly the more he speaks. In the end, when he asks her if she's alright, she gives a small nod. "I'm fine.. I'm sure. Just feeling a little nausious.". She looks a little pained at him. "Not at you, dear." In case he got the wrong idea. "I think maybe I should be heading back home." She stands up, her arm crossing over her stomach. "Actually, would you mind helping me back to my dragon? I'm not sure I feel up to fighting the crowd."

Willa's dance is short, owing to the fact that she has to hostess still and she has children she has to check in on occassion, though she's grateful that the wetnurse took over with Taimin this evening. She bows and steps down from the dance platform to get a drink. She puts her boots and hat back on and goes in search of rum!

Ayolehe appears interested in Cayl's experience, but her discomfort seems to distract him as much as her. He watches her closely with compassionate concern. "Of course," he tells her. "It's grown a bit warm with all the people." Happy to help, he makes a quick check of her belongings, her little bronze, and he re-settles Aloe into a better position. She drapes a wing over his shoulder, snug, and he prepares to help accompany Cayl back out of the cavern.

Bailey wrinkles her nose after Ione's interjection, but she has no further comment about PIRATES and DYING. (preferably in that order, just saying~) "Hannah." It's said lowly, at first. Then, more insistently: "Hannah." And with no further statement, the taller goldrider drags off her senior. It's possible she forgets to pay for their drinks. Whups. Let's hope they don't get arrested for that or for, uh, any of the undoubtedly drunken antics they are about to get into~

"Wait, no! Ione! Come back!" Hannah's voice is as hoarse as the chick in Titanic right as the ship's sank and her boyfriend fell to the - too much? "Don't go there!" But WAIT. "No, pirates are bad. Don't you remember?" … or was Ione around then? "You know who I haven't seen in ages? Rhuysarr." Because non-sequitur that lead to the remembrance of holding the wildling's hand in the dark. "Don't you dare get near those swords!" That's a final, thoughtless thought tossed out towards Ione, then: "Wait, Baileyyyyyy…" Hannah's voice yelps as she's taken away, "Why are we leaving Igen?!" Still confused, whups. But Hannah so-gamely goes along with Bailey's next adventure, because the night is young. And Ista is only a half-an-ocean away. Hopefully, Khalyssrielth is driving.

Rhuysarr will hold your hand any day, Hannah~
So, with Ayolehe's help, Cayl makes her way away from the crowds and the noise and the overbearing scents in the air, and off towards where Mzadith wait. The slightly yellow tinge to his eyes can't be good, coupled with the pensive way he seems to watch and wait for his rider to mount. The offer would be given to the young healer apprentice to take him back to the weyr, should he desire it. Otherwise, it's a parting of ways from there, though it is surely not the last time they'd cross paths.

Ione was around in the sense that she thought pirates were such an adventure and never had a personal encounter with any of the troublemakers. So. Her judgment on this issue? Unlikely to be great. If she hears Hannah shouting about swords, the curious young woman doesn't acknowlege it in action. She gets riiiight up there next to the dueling, watching with wide eyes as swords clash. At least she doesn't seem to be looking to join the madness, which has to count for something.

He can feel the resistance, but it doesn't stop him. Not here, not when the fluidity of dancing allows him that breach that he can't easily get away with elsewhere with her, specifically. Ko'an awaits her spin only for a moment before stepping into her to catch her at the end of it, all so close, before he relents to the pace of what those around them keep. Back in time of four step, not nearly at the complexity of the Zingari leader's dance that had swept the attention of so many. This captain is far from being distracted however, meeting the uncertainty with a gentle raise of brow, an encouragement that has him granting a repetition of pace to allow her to take in the flow. "Of course you are. You'll not find a better pirate." Bronzerider states with challenging tease, the 'mistake' of using that word instead of partner utterly intentional, following a silence meant to deter her from her focus on other thoughts. Interest, however, begs him onward, "As you wish. What might you have to trade?" Only eventually breaking to fall to a knee with intention for her to step around or spin once more as the song begins its final cords to draw towards its end.

S'ayde finishes dining and heads back to the dueling area to stretch before his next duel. His opponent is scrawny and ril thin, this one should be easy. S'ayde begins his stretches. He's still got a good quarter candlemark before his match, time to warm up. Once done stretching, S'ayde goes into a mock duel with a fellow duelist.

As Eala spins back into his arms, that hand which was on his shoulder lands closer to his chest, resting there rather than moving back to its former position. Unfortunately, she misses Willimina's performance entirely, too focused on the steps to do much more than glance in the direction of the entertainment. "Are you sure?" she questions as her eyes find Ko'an's again, meeting his tease with one of her own. "There are quite a few pirates here, I might have some luck…" For a moment, she looks away, seeming to stare out toward the crowds gathered, searching out this better pirate. She at least trusts him enough to lead, as her body follows his even when her eyes are elsewhere. Eventually, though, they come back to him, and although that challenge is still in her gaze, her smile is softer. "Considering how much I have that you want," there's no lack of innuendo there, "it shouldn't be difficult to come up with something." She lifts a brow as he kneels, but in spite of that faintly bemused expression she follows his lead in stepping around him.

Willimina gets a drink and disappears for a bit to check on her children, needing to be near her infant son for a bit. She'll be back in a little while, promise.

Igraine , meanwhile, is relieved when another healer finally show's up to cover for her missing partner. She's relieved for a bit to take a break and exits the healer's tent with aplomb. She heads straight for the bar, where a welcome drink and and air of freedom awaits. She streaks right past the dance floor, not noticing Ko'an or his dance partner. She's too thirsty!

Ko'an breathes a sound of amusement as she toys with such an idea of finding better, a distinctive response that demonstrates his disbelief that such a thing exists. Blue eyes are waiting for her when she looks back. "If you find one," He says at her ear, quiet, in meanings of a real one, "I'll have to have a word with him." Is questionably still pleasant just in time for him to evade retaliation as he falls gracefully to a knee. When she obliges that too, his grin's returned, broadly 'neath ocean-light eyes and the dark hair that's fallen across his brow. He stands as she comes around him, to offer the depth of another bow as the song ends its last notes. The appreciation, and curiosity of her last words, are enough in the look of him as he offers her his arm to lead her off the floor to whatever other entertainment- and, of course, more rum- awaits in the rest of the throws of the Zingari gather.

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