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L'mi and Mishith popped out of between over Fort Hold. Below them, both brownrider and dragon could see all the people and brightly colored gather tents spread across the open land surrounding the Hold.

Looks like a good turnout L'mi remarked to Mishith, noting the large crowds as they made their way lower.

It always is unless its raining was Mishith's simple reply. L'mi thought he detected a bit of laughter in the brown's mind voice and chuckled softly as he looked for an empty space to land in.

Spotting one where a blue had just taken off, Mishith made his way in that direction, taking advantage of the light wind to let him coast the majority of the way. Once above the open area, the brown circled lazily until he was low enough to land, moving into a more upright position and flapping his wings to slow their decent. Eventually his claws touched the ground, his wings creating a cloud of dust that blew away with the wind.

L'mi jumped down and straightened his gather clothes, brushing the dust off of them before retriving the sack he had secured to Mishith's harness before they left. He opened it, checking that the contents (two skins of wine from his private stash and a few marks) were undamaged. Finding them intact, he slung the sack over his shoulder and grinned at Mishith.

The brown looked back at him with swirling blue eyes, his rider's excited additude and the gather atmosphere having rubbed off on him. He caught sight of a low flying green and watched her until she landed on the nearby cliffs, before turning back to L'mi.

I go to sun was all he said before taking off, creating another dustcloud. L'mi watched him until he settled down near the green. Chuckling and shaking his head with amusement at Mishith, L'mi reajusted the pack strap on his shoulder and made his way towards the nearest gather tents.

Lilliana wandered away from the dancing square and over towards the stalls of instruments and music, some manned by Hapers, some not.
As she stopped before a stall that sold pipes and drums, something on the table caugh her eye. It was a small set of pipes, made out of reeds. Her fingers reached out, and caressed the small pipes of their own volition. Turning to the stall keeper, she asked " How much for the small pipes. I know the larger ones are twenty-five marks. I'll give you 8 for these."
She only knew a few tunes on the pipes, but since she hadn't bought anything new in a long time, she felt justified that she could spend a few marks.

Sitting in an out-of-the-way nook, Ray listens to the harpers. In her haste to get dressed, she'd forgotten to put on her shoulder knots... not that she usually remembered them, but once people at Fort got to know her, she didn't have problems with people recognizing her authority.

Isskio had drawn some attention, but nothing more than any other mature queen flit would have received. Ray is amused to realize that being anonymous suits her. The few times she'd dealt with holderfolk, things had always been a bit strained. She'd always been weyrfolk, and they seemed to resent her for it. Here, without people being able to tell who or what she was, they were a lot friendlier.

For the most part, the Harpers have been playing dance music. Ray hoped they'd start singing soon, the new Masterharper should have a new ballad, Masterharpers always celebrated their new rank by writing something big and elaborate.

She pulls the tie out of her hair, and fluffs it around a bit, then taking a breath, moves into the crowd, closer to the harpers. Everyone always saw her with her hair back, perhaps she could be even more anonymous with an unfamiliar hairstyle.

The gather was in full swing when Ipsen stepped out into the fray. He already heard the young harpers at it. The large presentation would come later when the Lord Holder and his Lady attended the feast. Ipsen hoped his intuition was correct; the great ballad that he helped the compostition master was a great piece exualting dragonkind. This may not be recieved. It delt with the drouth and the disgrunted people of Pern and their growing contempt for the dragon riders. It was a peice that encouraged them to put aside their anger and resentment and pull together for the sake of Pern; it had certainly gone through worse.
He was simply wondering around looking at the stalls. He had set up some trusted journeymen at the Harperhall booth, he hoped that the apprentices knew to go there; surely their Masters would have informed them.
To his surprise he spotted the Weyrwoman in gather finery. He had yet to have a talk with her since he gained his title while she was still recovering and he'd be too busy since.
He walked up behind her and smiled cheerfully. "Ah Weyrwoman! Tolara if I may." He bowed. "Would you be so kind as to share a glass of wine with me, I've been looking forward to conversing with you."

It seemed that she was fashionably late again. Approaching the Gather, Reina managed to dodge around a group of chatting people, and headed for the stalls. She loved shopping! Scanning the items offered in the various sections of the Gather, she finally spotted one stall with a suspicious looking person attending it. She wasn't too sure about stopping there... As she was passing it by, she glimsed something in the stall. Wha... Turning, she peered closer at the item. She'd been right, it was an eggpot! Not the only one either, she noticed.

Stopping, she considered the possibility of approaching this stall after all. She'd always wanted a flit, and if this character really had some eggs... Reaching a decision, she strode forward. Reading the sign, she grinned. "How much to play?" she asked.

Dilian takes the pack and motions towards the stall where Selene had been sitting. "Selene was selling some instruments over there. We could set them there for now." He takes a breath before going on. "She said the music was about to start, and if you don't really have anyone else to dance with, and if you don't mind..." Dilian takes another deep breath and looks Alerai in the eyes, "What I am trying to say is, do you want to dance?"

R'ign caught something she didn't like in the game man's face. She shifted uneasily. There was something about this man that irked her... She figured she might want to keep a close eye on the candidate to whom he was speaking. Hmm... she might even have a try at the game to see if she could win anything. She might as well try it. Unless it seemed he was one of those shady gamers who always cheated...

Mine? Glith says that Hers will be speaking with the new Harper. Kerth sounded a bit puzzled.

And, of course, the reliance of blue dragons referring on information, made R'ign a bit puzzled. Why would Tolara have Glith tell Kerth to tell her that she was speaking to a harper?

Kerth caught onto his rider's thoughts. Not a Harper, Mine. THE Harper.

Oh! The new MasterHarper! Now I get it... Things clicked for the bluerider and she grinned a bit. Ah, Tolara was worried that the new MasterHarper was not going to be favorable of dragonriders. Faranth knew they needed a dragonloving man as MasterHarper to try and change the Holders' opinions of the protectors of Pern.

L'mi passed a few of the tents and stalls, glancing at the wares the vendors had available. He stopped once of twice to inspect something more closely but moved on after a little, not finding anything he really felt like spending his few marks on. A few of the gaming stalls looked tempting, but he decided to wait and see if there was something he wanted more, before he risked his money in a game of chance.

Reaching the end of a row of stalls, the sound of music playing nearby caught his attention. The brownrider began to wander in the direction of the music and presently came upon a crowd surrounding a group of harpers. Smiling as he recognized the tune, L'mi seated himself on a nearby bench and began tapping his foot along with the music. He wanted to sing, but he knew that those around him wouldn't appriciate it, so he contented himself with mouthing the words.