Candlelit Dinner (Feast!)

[Quill]

And indeed, it was not difficult at all. Craning his head, he spotted the colors fo the rainbow. After taking a single step, Sydnyph's eyes went full with amazment at the excitement his date experienced as he barrelled over obstacles. His nub of wings rose as he took a few steps back, expecting something to go wrong.

But nothing happened. No broken bones today. Heaving a few clicks of reflief. His head held high. "It's great, Aburoqaph. Food and fun and I'm dandy. Great, fine, and dandy." Oh what else was there to say? Could they have talked about Sal'a? Like the rainbow knew anything about her. Yes, she once his candidate, but did simourvs pay attention to those that were not his own. Sydnyph had one.

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Sal'a expected it to be worse. The ignoring was not terrible and when Roz'a finally looked at her, the winglet expected a torrent of discouragement. But it never came. Then there was some hope. Of course, not in the Phoenix's face. There was something more dangerous than any other comment she could have spat out. Still, determination could win anything. Scooting a chair, she sat in front of Roz'a playing with an empty glass of her own. Sal'a searched hard for words, something to get her talking. "If you didn't want to be a victum, why did you do it?" That was all she had. It was a difficult habit to break. Bluntness.

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Ama felt good about the reaction she recieved from Emi. She did not know what to expect when she noticed that this single person had purchased three, but this was as good as it could get. "Sounds good to me. I've always wanted to be on four-way date. I've heard those being more interesting than three." The candidate was about to answer the buyer's question until she heard the other winglet state the obvious. Amaryllis's expression turned confusion. Why would it be a big deal if one guy did not have a shirt? Lots of guys did not have shirts on, especially when they swam. Of course there was no water around here to swim in. Ama wanted to say something, but the presence the girl had told her that was a bad idea. "Punch? Where? Punch sound great."

[zeis]

M'ari had taken note of T'ia earlier. One of the Winglets. Lively, pretty, and with a certain disarming ferocity. He had listened with a surprise and a faint feeling of envy as she bid on one of the newest winglets, a boy whose name according to Valenph was once Mashiro. The green-rider would have loved to be up on that stage, but he hadn't been. Still, things had a way of working out. Here the cunning beauty was, speaking with him. He fixed her curiously with his bright green eyes, and winked playfully. "Afraid not. I tried though. Outbid at every turn."

He sighed, but smiled and shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'that's life'. The green rider may have been a wallflower so far tonight, but there was a silver lining to every cloud. He could still have a good time, and still get roaring drunk. His gaze had averted temporarily back to the crowd, but came back toward T'ia suddenly. "Shame you didn't win. I feel sorry for that boy you bid on, not that Ros'n has him." He offered a bit scandalously, chuckling darkly.

[Vanman]

It was interesting, more and more people seemed to show up. In the end there were a total of four people in their “date” if one could call it that. It was more of a party, and that’s the way H’kan saw it. It’s a party and there’s no way of getting out of it, so why not have some fun. That was the whole reason that he wasn’t bothered by his lack of shirt, that and his abs were quite nice.

Evidently it didn’t sit well with everyone though, especially I’dou. In fact, she had a real big problem with it. The reason that I don’t have a shirt, is that my bonded decided to take it, just like he decided that I needed to be auctioned off. But that doesn’t matter now, for now we have a party in front of us and lets enjoy it! said H’kan as he grabbed a glass of beer off a passing waitress. Having felt he made his point without being a complete jerk to I’dou, he decided to try and break the ice.

Well the night is young and we have much we can do, what should we start with. he hoped he wasn’t taking the role of date master away from Emi. Emi was interesting. She, on her own, single handily bought three other people. She was an ambitious and he liked her for that. Hey, Emi. What did you have planned for the four of us... besides punch.

[Bre]

Hey nana, hey nana, hey nana, hey nana . . .

At Sal'a's words, Ro'za almost snorted alcohol out of her nose. As it was, she did feel a burning tingle at the roof of her mouth. A predator's grin, the sort of smile that only means violence and badly disguised vengeance, tilted her lips in an awkward fashion as a harsh breath of laughter ripped itself from her throat. "Wait, do you think people signed up for this? At best, I think people allowed themselves to be drafted, were too stupid to realize what they signed up for, or were amused to find out what was going on and don't care;" the Phoenix informed her supposed date, eyes scanning the room. She would applaud Canph for his genius idea to make money, but the people who had bid were fools. Most of the situations seemed awkward or unnecessary to be bought. Maybe she was just jaded, but she generally found herself coolly realistic.

Emi frowned in a vague sort of way when I'dou swore and bluntly started to question H'kan. She didn't really ever properly frown. Her own cuteness got in the way of such gestures of frustration and sadness. She offered Amaryllis a smile for her attempt to bring things back on track, but most of her attention had settled on H'kan and I'dou. The troublesome two. The young girl returned the redrider's gaze with a strict stubbornness to her. She couldn't be cold, that wasn't in her nature, but she could be obstinate. Her hand snaked out and she grabbed the glass from his hand. She had quick fingers. She'd asked if they wanted punch. It was his fault for not responding to that question with a proper response. "If you get drunk and throw up everywhere, this isn't going to be any fun;" she informed him, the smile she attempted small.

With that, Emi shot a warning glance at I'dou. She just wanted them to have fun! To be nice! To be polite! It didn't feel right to chide the future Phoenix, but she didn't abide rudeness when it wasn't needed. This was a party. Despite all of that, her expression quickly relaxed, her smile widening. She didn't much enjoy being bossy. "We'll get some punch, eat, socialize, dance. You guys can go off if you really want. I'dou should probably make the rounds, though Ro'za doesn't seem to be doing that exactly;" she mused, glancing about the room. She'd never really been to a proper party before. Her eyes darted between her prizes, trying to tell what they wanted. She wasn't out to make their loves miserable. She was out to have fun. From a passing server, she grabbed two cups of bright punch, passing one over to Amaryllis.

. . . hey nana, hey nana, hey nana, hey, hey.

[Cy]

[/b] He lied through his teeth, keeping a smile on his features as he lifted his green eyes back up to the rainbowrider. He hated lessons; absolutely despised them. Aburo was certainly an annoying voice to have to hear screeching at too-early-in-the-morning and the lessons themselves were both dull and humiliating. But setting them off on nicely common and even ground was a mark in his favour. The quicker he could soften the man up, with a pleasant mix of alcohol and flatteries, the sooner they could get to the real goal of tonight. “So, are you enjoying your break from being a teacher?” He returned, raising his eyebrows as he lifted his mug up for a sip of his drink, hoping to perhaps prompt the man into drinking as well – and reminding him that he was not his teacher on this night. He was just another man.[/ul]

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[/b] She questioned unnecessarily, as if to confirm that she was truly just being given such a fantastic gift. It was so beautiful, flowing and blue, like the waters of Itnala.

Her attentions were snapping right back up to Morgana from the scarf as she asked about Philomeph, praising her, and a grin flashed broadly across her features as she brightened up, so cheered by the subject of conversation that she literally lifted up on to her toes for a moment. “Her name is Philomeph! Isn't she just great? She's so sweet and fantastic and everythin'. She was really tired though, so she's sleeping now, but – oh!” She exclaimed, eyes growing wide as she bounced on her toes again, reaching a hand out to hold Morgana's arm. “You should come by my room later to meet her! You'd just love her, I'm sure of it!” It was a terrific idea!

Still riding the high of chattering about her tawny to her friend, her attentions were snagged by the sudden presence of K'huna, the wingletmaster, the man who would have been her wingletmaster had she bonded at the first hatching. However, even realizing this fact, she didn't feel the wave of depression that she might have yesterday. Because she'd bonded this time and that's all that mattered, so a bright smile remained solid on her features as she focused on him. And quite quickly, she was touched by his reason for coming over. He was congratulating her, affirming the faith that he'd held in her; she hadn't even known he'd noticed her! A soft shade of pink began to suddenly fill up her cheeks as she ducked her head briefly before looking back to the man. “Thank you,” she uttered gently, her smile growing wider and her gaze lingered on him as he walked away, the gears of her mind grinding around the interaction before she was returning her eyes to Morgana. “Wow,” she breathed, a small laugh shaking underneath the simple word, her brows knitting curiously together as if to silently ask Morgana what could have prompted such special attention. Or perhaps to ask what she thought of the cute man, but still.[/ul]

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[/b] She cooed, shaking her head before allowing her pout to slip back into its initial grin as she leaned closer, inclining her head forward and raising her eyebrows. “We'll just have to be sure to stick together and cheer each other up tonight.” She invited boldly before straightening back up, keeping her dark eyes focused on him from over the rim of her drink as she sipped coyly at it.

While his attentions drifted to the side to glance over the crowd, so did hers as well, flicking to where Ros'n interacted with her new prize for only a second before she was snapping her eyes away to the side where Shovaph continued to sit a ways off, rigid and displeased. Then the man was speaking and her eyes were snapping back to him, an eyebrow lofting up and intrigue twisting at her expression. “Oh really?” She prompted, tilting her head for a moment before looking off once more to the bluerider she despised. “Why is that, exactly?” She was nosy and she was bitter, eager to hear any dirt or gossip that might exist on the woman she'd practically grown up with.[/ul][/size]

[zeis]

M'ari put on a slight 'woe-is-me' expression that was just as fake as T'ia's condolences, but done in a similar playful spirit. He had know way of knowing if the signals he was picking up from the green Winglet meant anything, as it was the Winglets were somewhat off limits when it came to relationships. The green-rider forgot the exact terms, but it had something to do with the adolescence of the simourv bonded to them. Still, he was perfectly fine with spending the night flirting with a pretty lady. He nodded at her invitation, and offered the maxim he often used with A're. "Green-riders have to stick together."

He smiled at her intrigue over Ros'n, and willingly offered up the information. The blue-rider was his friend, yes, but her vices were well known and that knowledge was often spread by herself. "Didn't you hear her slurring? I think she's had a little too much wine. That boy's in for a hell of a night, his chick too..." The man added with a little less gossipy enthusiasm and futiley scanned the crowd for the white skinned new Winglet and his dark blue infant simourv. The poor creature had been practically cowering while the auction went on, he wondered how he'd fare with Ros'n and Wegmeph if the blue made his appearance known.