Remember the Last Time?

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 25th September 2015

Characters: Jeyme, D'hol
Description: The pair attends the Harper Hall Ball
Location: Harper Hall
Date: month 13, day 29 of Turn 7

Jeyme

D'hol

Jeyme was still coming to terms with living Dheymin with a foster
mother. Since leaving the Hold, impressing a dragon, and weyrmating to
a dragonrider, Jeyme had embraced a lot of weyrlife and culture, but
shipping her child off to live with someone else was by far the
hardest hurdle yet. Tonight would, at least, be a wonderful
distraction from the baby's absence in their weyr.

Having allowed her once chin-length hair to grow down to the tops of
her shoulders, Jeyme swept the russet tresses back and pinned them in
place with sparkly hair-clips that matched the shimmering, blue and
green beads that lined her turquoise mask. Her dress was a matching
turqoise with dark blue sequins that began at the waist of her bodice
and then covered the generous length of her long skirt. Silver,
strappy sandals and matching silver jewelry completed her her outfit.

**It's nice to dress up.** She'd not worn many skirts or dresses since
tossing them aside in favor of riding leathers, and it felt better
than she expected returning to dressier clothing.

Beside her, D'hol was dressed with far less glint, but with no less
style. His mask was not ornate, but the strips of hide dyed bronze
over black left no doubt as to his station. His clothing was subdued
black, but he had agreed to wear a simple pin on his chest that
matched the color of his weyrmate's dress. One hand pressed lightly
on Jeyme's back as he led her through the crowds, his grip warm. "Did
I mention that you look lovely?"

Jeyme smiled, squeezing D'hol's forearm lightly where her hand rested
as he escorted her through the party, "You are looking dapper
yourself, Wingleader. Thank you for bringing me." The greenrider was
quite proud to be attending with D'hol, she knew the fine figure her
weyrmate cut in his gather attire and when she noticed women's eyes
fluttering in his direction she merely smiled to herself. She couldn't
blame them after all.

D'hol nodded. "You're welcome of course. I expect that you'll want to
see some of your friends here as well, right?"

"Only Arippa, if she is here." Jeyme said as they passed by a couple
decked out in a flashy shade of yellow.

"I'm sure she is. It's a bit crowded, but I'm sure that you'll be able
to find her."

"Speaking of crowded, a glass of wine would be nice." With so many
bodies crammed into the grand room it was more than a little stuffy.

He gave a nod of agreement and slipped away from her. "Stay here." He
wove his way through the crowd, ignoring a few women who purposefully
pressed too close and found a server. Within a few moments, he
returned to Jeyme, holding two glasses. He handed her one and sipped
his own as he looked down at her. "Better?"

"Yes, much." Jeyme said as she took the glass and downed a generous
sip. Flying always made her thirsty, and then throw in a packed
ballroom full of people and it only compounded the matter. "I wonder
how Dheymin is doing...." She murmured, anxiety slipping into her
voice for the first time that evening. It wasn't the first time she'd
been away from him, as in, he'd been with his foster mother, but it
was the first time she'd been away from the Weyr entirely.

"He'll be fine." D'hol murmured, his hand gently caressing her back.
Not only did he do it for her comfort and to still her anxiety, the
touch marked his own claim on her from sets of eyes that showed their
interest. "When you're done, why don't you dance with me? We've not
done so in a long time, hm?"

Tipping her glass back, Jeyme finished off the liquid in one smooth
sip, and then flashed a little smile up at D'hol as she placed the
glass aside. "Let's dance."

It had been hard, conquering the need to be possessive over D'hol, but
Jeyme had learned to do it nonetheless. It was something she'd had to
do in order to survive life at the Weyr. Still, she couldn't help the
happy little spark it lit inside her whenever D'hol made their
relationship visible for everyone to see.

"Do you remember the first time we danced?" She asked him as they
joined hands in a slow waltz on the dance floor.

He made a murmur of agreement as he settled his hand on her wait. "Hm.
Yes I do." Taking the lead easily, he let his fingers stroke against
her lower back. "Under the moon and by ourselves."

Jeyme's eyes lit and her lips curved into a pleased smile, "I didn't
think you would remember."

"I remember several things about that night." He bent to whisper in
her ear exactly what he remembered before pulling back.

"You know, with Dheymin out of the weyr tonight, we'll have the place
all to ourselves..." she said. Tilting her head coyly at him, Jeyme
batted her eyelashes, "And I may just have something on underneath
this dress that you would like to see."

Both brows rose as he glanced down at her dress and then back up at
her face. "Well then, aren't you just the surprising woman." His lips
lifted just a bit. "Take time to find your friends and visit. Then I
plan on taking you home." He patted her lower back, just above the
swell of her hips." And keeping you there."

Shooting a wink at D'hol over her shoulder, Jeyme sauntered off in
search of Arippa.

Last updated on the September 27th 2015

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