21.Mar.13, 05:41 PM
The evening had started out so charming!
Kahleena had spent far too much time bathing, before spending even more time digging up the dress she'd somehow managed to convince Tsuen to make for her. The woman was certifiable, but she knew how to put a dress together! It was the most beautiful thing Kahleena had ever owned, and the girl was still in awe of it. With a light, summer skirt falling to the ground, and her feet covered with little summer slippers, Kahleena felt very much a proper lady. The top portion of the dress was pulled tight with a loosely tied off corset - enhancing her waist and bust without constricting her ability to breathe. A low neckline - for her! - allowed the barest edges of her collarbone to be visible. Long, belled sleeves fell past her fingers. The material a deep blue, it was worked with golden stitching in a similar tone to the swirling shades of Okalinath's hide.
Her hair was a fluttering mess around Kahleena's face, the girl never bothering before to play with it, and waving off attempts by the other young women. She preferred it lose and didn't care that it was tangled in freshly washed waves because she has t brushed it. Who would care? She didn't, Okalinath didn't. It was fine!
She hd been on the edge of the gathering with Rhaedaly, Mevrit, and the other gold candidates, wriggling with excitement and throwing a teasing comment at R'nya about how she expected to be danced with that night! She'd have never been so bold with any other man, but R'nya's expected response of an amused eyebrow was received and Kahleena giggles again.
Then he was sushing them, and glaring at them and Kahleena withdrew in on herself, pulling away from sight and in her own mind vanishing from the conflict. Her hands wrung as she fretted, huge brown eyes staring around in terror at what was happening. It was a night for celebration! It was a night to have fun and wear lovely clothes and to dance with some R'nya approved riders!
So why were they fighting? Why were they making a scene? Weyrleader skef could do what he wanted! He was Weyrleader! He was a strong man with a firm stance and why was that woman standing up to him?! Kahleena gasped and her hand shot out, clinging with desperate fingers to Rhaedalyn's arm as R'nya strode forward and Xyreith exploded with a terrifying roar.
I am here. You are well. Breathe, my love. Okalinath's gentle voice was reassuring, but it didn't halt the sudden terrified tears any more than Tsuen snapping at her irritably did. The woman was getting far too much pleasure out of the turn of events!
Kahleena had spent far too much time bathing, before spending even more time digging up the dress she'd somehow managed to convince Tsuen to make for her. The woman was certifiable, but she knew how to put a dress together! It was the most beautiful thing Kahleena had ever owned, and the girl was still in awe of it. With a light, summer skirt falling to the ground, and her feet covered with little summer slippers, Kahleena felt very much a proper lady. The top portion of the dress was pulled tight with a loosely tied off corset - enhancing her waist and bust without constricting her ability to breathe. A low neckline - for her! - allowed the barest edges of her collarbone to be visible. Long, belled sleeves fell past her fingers. The material a deep blue, it was worked with golden stitching in a similar tone to the swirling shades of Okalinath's hide.
Her hair was a fluttering mess around Kahleena's face, the girl never bothering before to play with it, and waving off attempts by the other young women. She preferred it lose and didn't care that it was tangled in freshly washed waves because she has t brushed it. Who would care? She didn't, Okalinath didn't. It was fine!
She hd been on the edge of the gathering with Rhaedaly, Mevrit, and the other gold candidates, wriggling with excitement and throwing a teasing comment at R'nya about how she expected to be danced with that night! She'd have never been so bold with any other man, but R'nya's expected response of an amused eyebrow was received and Kahleena giggles again.
Then he was sushing them, and glaring at them and Kahleena withdrew in on herself, pulling away from sight and in her own mind vanishing from the conflict. Her hands wrung as she fretted, huge brown eyes staring around in terror at what was happening. It was a night for celebration! It was a night to have fun and wear lovely clothes and to dance with some R'nya approved riders!
So why were they fighting? Why were they making a scene? Weyrleader skef could do what he wanted! He was Weyrleader! He was a strong man with a firm stance and why was that woman standing up to him?! Kahleena gasped and her hand shot out, clinging with desperate fingers to Rhaedalyn's arm as R'nya strode forward and Xyreith exploded with a terrifying roar.
I am here. You are well. Breathe, my love. Okalinath's gentle voice was reassuring, but it didn't halt the sudden terrified tears any more than Tsuen snapping at her irritably did. The woman was getting far too much pleasure out of the turn of events!