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All she could say to that, brown eyes wide and freckles crinkled up at the corners of her mouth and eyes was: "I didn't know wherries could dance!" Unless it was a human wherry. Those danced fairly well, from what she saw at the Hold Gathers. Giggling to herself somewhat, the tinkling laughter burst from her chest in a half-squeal as Jiriar caught her up and spun her like a little girl. This was entirely unexpected and her arms caught tight around his neck every time he did it, with lots of loud laughter and squealing ensuing.

He also was not a horrible dancer, and with the singing in the background, it was finally a real party for the Holder girl. She had heard that after not Impressing, it was depressing to attend the Feast. But far from being depressed, Inaari was at the peak of her upper emotions! Moving to the beat, clinging for dear life when she was swung around, it was such a merry time! She'd almost forgotten entirely that somewhere a new dragonrider had almost entirely brushed her off.

"Jiriar! You're crazy!" But enjoyable. So fun!

Elsewhere, the poor green flitt was not having a good time of it. She had stretched forward in earnest curiosity towards the new brown dragonet, and had been met with a furious hiss and and angry mental command. This had sent her screeling into the air, and vanishing up towards the ceiling to go between. When her mistress returned, she would not be pleased!

"If I can find a partner." S'kagi pointed out, in measured tones. Huh, must have been the atmosphere of the party, he felt a little strange... "Then I will. Most certainly. Have a dance." He added a slight flourish with his Klah cup eyed the rest, and then finished it. "Of course try and find a nice lady in this crowd that's not a candidate." He laughed. "Apparently I start enough rumors without dancing with the candidates."
Hm, perhaps he should consider getting a little more of that excellent Klah.

Is that a good idea?
I don't see why not, it's just Klah

"Alas!" S'van bemoaned, for he was certainly not a nice lady. True, he was not a Candidate, but he also wasn't female. "Perhaps one of the older Candidates, sir?" Now on his fifth (or was it sixth?) drink in the guise of good klah, the weyrling was irrepressible, and undeniably drunk. He had not had a drop of alcohol before in his life before now, and it was hitting his system hard. He swayed a little unsteadily on the bench, one hand going out to pet thin air, when he meant to pet his dragonet.

"Shhh Gall, th' firelizard isn't gonna hurt you!" Galliath, who was not at all convinced, warbled once more. Where is the nice girl? he complained piteously. If she had firelizards, she certainly did not leave them with him! I see Miith! The brown dragonet's eyes began to whirl with happy blues and greens. Will she play, mine? He had not yet thought to ask her, of course. All of this fun was very distracting.

When Jessmet spoke, S'van grinned, focusing on her for the moment and returning her embrace. "Oh, he is! His name is Galliath, and thank you. ... Oy, Jessmet. Will you dance with S'kagi here? He's lookin' for a partner, an' he wanted a nice lady. I seem to remember... that you're a nice lady." Oh Shells, he was going to regret drinking the klah once he sobered up. Galliath eyed Trundlebug, clearly checking to see if he would do as the green flitt had done and try to get close to him. Having received no answer from his rider on the subject of Miith, Gall decided to go straight to the source. Miith, will you play with me? the brown dragonet asked almost wistfully.

"M'lady, I'm at a shortage for dancing partners. It would be my pleasure." S'kagi, who was himself a bit... relaxed... due to the warm fuzzies from spiked Klah, gave her a slightly teasing, theatrical bow and a wink. "Unless your companion objects." He added, with an equally unusual full grin, gesturing faintly at her firelizard.
She was several years his junior, and a Candidate, but what the hell, it was the Hatching Feast, and it -WAS- just a dance.
Besides, as a weyr brat she'd cut her teeth on the weyr rules, years before he'd even come here, being hold born himself. He offered her an arm and shrugged faintly in invitation.

"Hnnnnn..." S'van said thoughtfully, contemplating Jessmet's words. It wasn't a half bad idea. It had been awhile since he had danced, though every gathering he had gone to had been comprised of his family, and dancing with his cousin was definitely not his idea of a good time. His sister had been so jolly though when they had last taken a turn around the floor. "Maybe I will, at that. Galliath wants t' play with his clutchsib anyway, so he'll be busy..." Assuming that Miith agreed to play with him, his brown dragonet probably wouldn't need the attention that he had been giving him. After all, Gall could bespeak him whenever he wanted to. "Enjoy yourselves!" he called after them, getting to his feet, the hand holding the mug of klah (was that what he was drinking?) shaking ever so slightly.

He had remained still for a total of 48 seconds. For Dorinelinc, this was an impressive feet. Even he thought he would fall over. Felling a bit saddened by the lack of female attention, he looked at the dancing area's borders for a potential partner. And, he spotted a small braid. Braid meant lady. lady meant dancing partner. His logic was infallible. Walking, (or rather, trying to strut while drunk, thus, making him look like something had hurt his leg), over to the one with the braid, Dorinelic grinned and tapped on the person's shoulder. Poor thing was shaking too! "Wanna dance?" He grinned, to drunk to notice anything wrong with the fact that the person who's shoulder he had just tapped seemed to be a bit more muscular then the girls he was used to.

Mine is playing now, I think... maybe they will play after? Galliath suggested hopefully, thrilled by the idea that perhaps S'van would become friend's with Miith's rider so that they could all spend time together. What shall we play? the brown dragonet asked, wiggling like an excited puppy. He was very clearly ignoring S'van at this point, whose eyes had widened ever so slightly when he had been asked to dance. "... Why not?" True, he was slim enough for all the lean musculature that he laid claim to, and he was certainly not robust, but he thought himself quite manly! Others might disagree, but what did that matter? Turning to glance at Dorinelinc, the weyrling realized that the man really was that... a man. Ah well. Galliath wanted him to have fun, anyway.