Laylark
Ret. Commander
Head Rogue
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Post by Laylark on Oct 9, 2006 20:56:44 GMT -5
OOC: Neheheh. You all had it comin'. This doesn't actually take place in the tavern by the way. It was the only board that remotely fit. BIC: **The great hall was a spacious room, even more so when the tables were pushed aside. Where they'd been hidden one couldn't be sure but a few were pressed against the walls, along with some chairs for the unlucky beasts unable to find a partner. The fading light of dusk fell on the floor, highlighting the perpetually swirling clouds of dust.
Along with the various tables and chairs, candles lined the walls, casting an ethereal glow. It was quite clear that there was either a shortage of said candles or they had all gone into hiding, for there was many a holder with no candle to call its own. Whatever the case, the hall was well lit, for the time being at least.
Now we reach a pressing question- what was to be held in this hall? The answer was quite simple, though awful unlikely- the fort was holding a dance. The reason for such an event had been long forgotten and whatever beast had had the idea was known only to himself. It had been hard enough bribing the four minstrels that sat in a corner to play for the ball, and even harder still to convince somebeasts to come.
Now we're led to another issue- the mismatched minstrels. One was a rather gloomy looking otter, a flute held in her paws. Next to her sat a hare with floppy ears who held an accordion in his lap. The other two sat just as quiet as the others and Laylark couldn't quite tell what they played, for the candle-light didn't quite reach them. Now the minstrels had been promised free food and drink from the kitchen and this was probably one of the reasons they'd stayed. The kitchen was to the back of the hall, opposite the lone fox that stood near the doors.
This lone fox, as one could quite easily guess, was Laylark. He stood almost completely still, his fidgeting paws the only things stirring. He'd dressed up in his formal attire and felt rather outlandish in his long coat and wide brimmed hat, out of which poked a long turquoise feather. He'd worn boots for this occasion and they were quite irritating, being a beast not used to footwear.
Laylark wasn't sure about the ball. He knew who he wanted to dance with, that was for sure, but when it came to the actual dance, he wasn't sure what it would be like. He was already overcome with guilt at the thought of dancing with someone, and he felt even guiltier about how he felt for this certain someone- it had been the way he'd felt for Rosette. Whatever the case, he wasn't leaving now.
Out of the blue, the hair started out on a sprawling waltz, despite the emptiness of the hall. Laylark bit his lip and looked the door as the sound of the accordion washed over him.**
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Oct 10, 2006 16:43:17 GMT -5
**The door swung open, revealing a pair of field mice, Raiden, and Zahi, though not as they would normally be seen.**
Shall we my dear?
Yes, lets.
**Entering, Raiden’s suit was clearly visible; a dark blue blazer over a plain white linen shirt and black trousers, a cream-white silk sash round his waist, to top it off, his silver coronet with the large sapphire and the amethysts shards inset in it.**
**Contrary to her husband’s attire, Zahi wore a long flowing red gown that accented her figure perfectly, a blue sash round her waist, and to top it off she wore a silver necklace, a pair of gold bracelets, a navy blue silk tail bow, and a pair of silver earrings set with rubies.**
I guess we should dance, do you agree?
Yes, lets, hon.
**Anyone watching would not believe it, both Raiden and Zahi were not arguing with each other, and waltzing fairly well.**
Step, together, side, together, back, together.
**In both beast’s thoughts was the steps for the waltz, each trying not to step on the others foot paws, which would lead to another argument; the last thing either wanted this night.**
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Commander Marie and Will
Ret. Commander
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on Oct 10, 2006 17:17:40 GMT -5
OOC: Bwaha. *hums a familiar tune teasingly while casting meaningful glances in Laylark’s direction*
BIC: Curse this foul thing! *Commander Yewbow of the Guardians of Mossflower caught herself on the stair railing, having tripped yet again on the hem of the pretty but simple dress. The frustrated officer was dressed up for a special occasion--the GOM ball.* Who’s idea was it tae ‘old this flamin’ dance anyway? Ain’t we got more aportant stuff tae take care of, eh? *Grumbling to no one in particular, the harvest mouse carefully walked down the stairs that led to her room in the barracks, holding up her skirts and watching her paws so as not to trip again. She had never liked wearing any skirt or dress that came past knee-length, and this one fell right to the floor. Come to think of it, she really didn’t like dancing either; but that was what she was putting herself through all of this trouble for. No. She reminded herself mentally. I’m doing it for Will, not the dancing. The thought of her kind, battle-weary husband lightened her mood considerably, and she made the rest of the journey without incident.
Outside of the barracks, in the small, functional courtyard, several beasts were standing around, chatting amiably. A festive mood had settled over the entire Fort because of the ball that was to be held that night, and it showed in the gay clothing, joyous demeanor, and light-hearted joking that characterized the beasts standing in the courtyard, awaiting a dance partner, or a friend, or even just enjoying the company of those around them. Willem David Yewbow stood in the center of the clearing with a group of friends, laughing and teasing with the beasts, who ranged from young adults to beasts getting on in seasons. The harvest mouse himself was about thirty seasons, and looking as good as he ever had. His well-groomed fur, pleasant expression, and quick smile testified to the high spirits he was in as he awaited the arrival of his mate. Speaking of which... He caught sight of Marie out of the corner of his eye as she left the barracks, and quickly excused himself from the conversation. With the quiet chuckles and meaningful smiles of his companions behind him, Willem trotted across the clearing.
The two mice met half-way across the clearing with a quick kiss. Marie’s dress, a shade of light blue with dark blue trim, matched nicely her mate’s outfit, a long coat of deep, royal blue. Arm in arm, they started for the dancing hall, taking their time and enjoying the crisp fall air. They spoke a little, but mostly they just enjoyed being in each other’s presence. It had been a long time--too long--since they’d been able to really be together without having to worry about the pressures of Marie’s duties as an officer or Willem’s as a soldier. The two had been married for almost a season and a half now, after meeting during the Wars in the North. After taking part in that, they’d headed back to Redwall to be married, and then come to Guardians of Mossflower, where Marie was soon made an officer.
The couple entered the dance hall just as the hare struck up his lone tune. By now, Marie was able to walk relatively easily without tripping and falling on her skirts, having caught the hang of it after a few mishaps. As the pair of mice walked through the doors, their presence was announced by the swish-ing of Marie’s skirts and the clop-ing of Will’s boots. Spotting Laylark standing alone across the almost-deserted hall, Marie waved energetically and smiled. The couple hurried across, led by Marie, who curtsied teasingly before her friend when they arrived.*
G’night, Larky m’lad! Ye look like an otter wot’s lost ‘is fish! Do cheer up, noo, c’mon. *Tucking the young fox under the chin, she laughed merrily and winked.* A’waitin’ some bonny young lass now, are we?
*Will, amused by his wife’s teasing and Laylark’s worried appearance, saluted informally.* C’mmander. *He glanced around, wondering briefly where every beast was. Surely they knew it was tonight… Of course they did. He shrugged it off and turned back to his companions with a grin that masked his thoughts well.*
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Oct 10, 2006 17:38:04 GMT -5
**Raiden risked a glance up at the door from his danceing with his wife, what he saw was heartening to himself, Marie, and Willem had shown, he had never known Marie to take to such a thing as danceing, but he hadn't seen her in a few seasons, what with his traveling.**
Excuse me a minute dear... I'm going to get a drink, you want anything?
Dandialion and Burdok cordial if there's any, if not, some wine, any please...
**Zahi reluctantly let Raiden escape her grasp, even for a minute, she really wanted to keep danceing with him.**
Got it...
**Heading to a table of drinks, the field mouse ran a paw through his flattend head fur, this was unusual, as he normally had it spiked up.**
Evenin' Marie, Willem, how are you this day?
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Oct 10, 2006 19:05:18 GMT -5
**Song glanced nervously around the hall. Brawn squeezed her paw. She grinned up breifly and her pretty features lit up. Her brown eyes twinkled as she hears a tune, her feet ready to dance. She looked down at her attire, a pale lavender gown, portraying her excellent figure beautifully. it had a gracful curve on the collar showing a lace collar with a white silk rose in the corner. Her husband was dressed equaly well in his blueish-silver medival tunic. he was wearing silver leggings. They made a fine couple as they walked into the room paw and paw. Song looked up at her husband.** Shall we dance? **Brawn gallantly gave him his paws and they swooped across the floor.**
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Oct 10, 2006 19:14:52 GMT -5
Rowan Sorriven and Raishel Strongshaft stroll into the hall, grinning and talking. Rowan is wearing a silver collar shirt with a black belt, and black dress pants, just for special occasions Raishel s wearing an elegant emerald dress with her fur slicked back and her usual jade amulet. Her dress has black trimming along the edge, her most elegant dress in her thoughts. Stopping at the edge of the dance floor, Rowan halts Raishel. He sees Brawn and Song twirling along, and the band that didn't seem to happy to be playing. Watching the motes swirl around him, he turns and eyes Raishel. Lowering his usually deep voice, he manages to speak in a bare whisper. "Do you know how to dance Raishel?" She turns, her black eyes staring into his eyes. She lowers her tone equally, and replies to his question. "Some what. Dancing was never really large in my family when hunting and scavenging was to be done, but I know enough."
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Oct 10, 2006 19:26:46 GMT -5
**Song halts for a moment as she notices Rowen and Raishel. Her neclace of an arrow, dart and musical note thumps against her as she waltzes over to them. She smiles winningly and cursies with her usual grace.** Hello! How are you? **She looks at Raishel's gown with an experienced eye. **lovely gown....
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Oct 10, 2006 19:35:43 GMT -5
Raishel and Rowan turn simultaneously, noticing Song. They both bow back, and Rowan looks up, smiling. "Hey Song! I am feeling good. Of course, Raishel over there has her own feelings..." He smiles. Raishel looks at Song's gown. "Thanks. Your gown is lovely too."
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Oct 10, 2006 19:39:11 GMT -5
**Song smiles inwardly looking down at her gown. the silver sash sets of her brown eyes and they sparkle gaily.** Thank you Raishel. **Song turns with her happy grin to Rowen.** Thats good to hear....
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Oct 10, 2006 19:42:49 GMT -5
"No prob Song..." Rowan smiles back, and looks around the decorated hall, his long sword hanging from his belt in it's sheath. "So, how are you this evening?"
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Post by Mary Narai on Oct 10, 2006 22:52:22 GMT -5
* Mary entered, wearing a light blue floor length dress. SHe was wearing a necklace that ws merely silver chain that had one green,clear,red,blue, and white glass bead on it. One of each color I mean. AS soon as she entered, she sat on one of the tables at the side,watching everyone else dance,as she had no partner. The mousemaid sighed. Elena wouldnt' be coming, as she had a cold. Cold her left paw!She was faking it, so she didn't have to go. Or, so Mary thought. Elena' didnt' like going to social events, especially when she didnt' have a partner and had a book to read anyways. Well, she'll show her. SHe sure will,next time. or the moment... Mary sighed.*
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Oct 11, 2006 6:14:17 GMT -5
Rowan turns away from Raishel and Song, his eyes shifting from side to side, searching the room. He sees Mary sitting alone in a corner. With a few thoughts running through his head, he walks across the floor, and sits at the table Mary chose. He smiles broadly at her, ordering his sentences mentally. "Hey Mary. How are you doing this evening?"
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Commander Marie and Will
Ret. Commander
Head Warrior^#black%5Fstar
Meet the Commander: Champion of GOM's Second Sparring Tournament!
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on Oct 11, 2006 19:04:13 GMT -5
*Marie caught sight of Raiden as he approached, and turned to greet him. With a teasing smile, she waved a paw cheerily.* Good evening, Raiden! Seasons, ah almost didnae recognize ye wid yer fur all nice an‘ groomed like that. *Laughing, she nudged her husband with an elbow and nodded towards Raiden.* It looks good, don‘t it? Yew should wear it like that more often, Rai. *Will nodded and offered the fieldmouse a friendly smile. He didn’t know Raiden as well as his wife did, but he’d seen him around and knew him to be a good, loyal warrior, if a bit strange in the head.
Keeping his thoughts to himself, as usual, his chocolate brown gaze wandered out to the dance floor. His father had been a educated mouse, having been well off before the Wars began in the North, and he’d passed on this knowledge to his children. The elder Willem Yewbow‘s education had been classical, and included, among other things, dancing and music theory. Ever since he‘d been a young lad, Will Jr. had harbored a deep appreciation for the art of ballroom dancing, and his trim, fit build was perfectly suited for the job. However, he hadn‘t gotten a chance to dance with his wife, as they‘d been on the move, constantly involved in fighting or traveling ever since they‘d been married. He‘d taught her a few steps, though, and he couldn‘t wait to have his first dance with her.
Placing a gentle paw on Marie‘s shoulder, Will cleared his throat politely and smiled.* Well, the night’s not getting any younger. Would you excuse us, Raiden? *Gently, the harvest mouse steered his wife towards the dance floor. Marie followed willingly, her nervousness about dancing--in a dress, nonetheless!--overshadowed by her desire to please her mate.*
Sorry, Raiden! Ah’ll talk tae ye later. *Tossing the apology over her shoulder, she turned around to face her husband, who stood in front of her. The band was just coming to the end of its first song. Bowing courteously, Will held out a gloved paw and smiled.*
May I have this dance, fair maiden?
Why, ah thought ye’d ne’er ask, laddie. *Daintily, she placed her scarred paw in her husband’s and allowed him to lead her out into the middle of the dance floor, just as the band struck up their next song, a lively but pretty tune. At the sound of the first notes, the pair began to dance. Marie was a little but unsteady at first; she was pretty quick on her footpaws, but this was an unusual movement, and quite different from the pawwork of a battle. As time went on and Marie became more sure of herself, however, the two harvest mice made a fine sight, spinning, swaying, paws moving to the beat. Marie was surprised to find that she enjoyed this; it was almost worth having to wear a dress. Something about the motion of the two bodies, the unity that kept them together and moving in time with the music connected with her spirit, and made sense. She really did enjoy this.*
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Oct 11, 2006 20:47:01 GMT -5
**Two tan-furred, slim feminine figures approached the entrance to the hall hesitantly. Aster and Sapphire were also attending the dance, but had no partners, as they were both still single. As Aster slipped into the edges of the firelight, it became clear that there was no dominant color about the Twins. Aster's fancy outfit consisted of a bright purple jacket over a calf-length yellow dress, her party clothes. A fine specimen of the purplish-blue flower of her name had been stuck in her headfur, setting off the other arrayed colors of the seashell necklace sported about her neck. Glints of silver reflected off of large hoop earrings in her ears, showing off the pert face, and a large, gaudy green tail bow was tied on in back. The definite redness of rouge could be seen highlighted on her cheeks. From beneath the dress, which appeared to be slightly constricting, spike-heeled slippers appeared, elevating the mousemaid's height by about an inch.
Sapphire followed her twin a moment later. She was obviously not experiencing the control that Aster had in heels. Although her slippers were low-heeled, Sapphire had never been the fancy type that her sister was. Her dress robes were a dark red, accented with a thin, high golden collar that partially covered her longer neck and a black conservatively cut neckline. The sleeves of her dress were hemmed with golden thread and a black sash was bound about Sapphire's slim waist. Unlike her twin, the only jewelry that she wore was a teardrop-shaped pendant of sapphire hung about her neck. A bit of blue eye shadow had been applied, but it was barely noticeable, even to the careful observer. The simplicity of her outfit highlighted a statuesque figure and calm demeanor -- at first sight, she would probably not have described as pretty like her twin, but stunning. Sapphire fidgeted nervously, looking around at the couples dancing on the floor, then gave a resigned sigh.** Great idea, Aster. Let's drag our weary paws to the great hall and sit around twiddling our paws all evening while no one asks us to dance. **Apparently, she had not been keen on the idea of attending based on the fear of not being asked by anyone else. Her face settled into a resigned expression of stoicism.**
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Post by Mary Narai on Oct 11, 2006 22:19:54 GMT -5
Rowan turns away from Raishel and Song, his eyes shifting from side to side, searching the room. He sees Mary sitting alone in a corner. With a few thoughts running through his head, he walks across the floor, and sits at the table Mary chose. He smiles broadly at her, ordering his sentences mentally. "Hey Mary. How are you doing this evening?" * Mary looks at Rowan, then says irritably.* How does it look like I'm doing? I'm bored out of my mind and there's hardly anyone to talk to,becasue their all out dancing.* SHe caught herself before she went on about how she suspected that her sister skipped on purpose. SHe looked down at her paws, a bit embaressed.* Err... sorry, it wasn't supposed to come out like that. Honest.* the mousemaid sighed.* It's just that there's nothing to do but sit at the side of the dance floor watching everybeast have fun, without anyone to dance with. Elena was smart, to catch a cold so she couldnt' get bored to death.
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