Dance With Me

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 21st October 2013

Characters: Cyradis, D'hol
Description: D'hol and Cyradis share a surprising dance
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 3, day 12 of Turn 7

Cyradis

D'hol

The Weyrlings were strong, and she could be thankful for that. Now, if
they could all make it through training that would be good. But she
knew the chances of that were pretty slim. No class went entirely
without loss.

With all the greetings for the new Weyrlings and their families after
the hatching she'd lost contact with K'deren and didn't quite know
where he was, so she made her way to the refreshment table and picked
up a glass of wine. She looked at it for a moment, then put it down in
favor of some fruit punch. No use in tempting fate.

The Weyrwoman was being observed by sharp eyes. They picked up little
things, little changes and the faint sense of glow about the woman and
he had already come to a conclusion; D'hol, if anything, knew Cyradis.
There was a flash of grief, anger and then finality in his gaze as his
suspicions sank in and then a sense of a door closing in his mind.
There was no more hope; it was done. Taut shoulders slumped as he
forced himself to accept it. Taking a slow breath, he downed his glass
of wine.

Surprising even himself, he found his feet taking him to stand behind
Cyradis and then found himself clearing his throat. "Dance with me,
Weyrwoman?"

She recognized that sound of the cleared throat even before he spoke
and closed her eyes briefly before turning around to look up at him.
Of course it was a matter of form for her to dance with the
Wingleaders. "Sure," she smiled and put down the juice. The smile
might not have exactly reached her eyes but the expression was close
enough for the casual observer.

He of course, noticed and wasn't surprised by it. His own expression
wasn't one of distance as it had been, but there was a hint of gentle
sadness in his eyes before he offered his elbow and inclined his head.
His lips twitched slightly as his voice lowered. "I'll make it quick,
Cyradis and no one can fault either of us for ignoring traditions." He
tucked her hand in his elbow and led her to the dance floor, turning
to lightly clasp her hand in his and settle his hand lightly on her
side.

Her brow's twitched together in puzzlement for a moment as he led her
to the floor. This wasn't the usual D'hol she'd come to expect. Maybe
allowing him time with his daughter had mellowed the bronzerider.
**No,** she didn't buy that for one moment. She began to follow him
through the steps of the dance.

He was still angry at her; angry at denying him their daughter for so long.
He was angry that he had never been the one she had wanted enough to
choose. But that anger didn't do anything but make him miserable. He
pushed it aside and slowly spun Cyradis out before pulling her back in,
his hand settling on her lower back, his fingers flexing slightly. He noticed
her puzzlement and quirked an eyebrow upwards. "I'm not going to bite
you Cyradis."

This was a much more relaxed dance then they'd had since he'd arrived
at Dolphin Cove. As she spun back to him it seemed rather odd that his
grip on her was more like a lovers grip than the cold steel it had
been at the last hatching. More than that, she wouldn't put it past
him to lie about that either. "Are you sure," she asked with a
sardonic twist of her lips.

"Quite." He replied simply and shrugged his shoulders. "Think what you like,
Cyradis. If I was going to attempt it, I already would have."

As a rule Cyradis enjoyed dancing with a good partner. She knew D'hol
was quite capable of leading her in a very nice dance. "Alright," she
said taking him at face value. She visibly relaxed; determined to
enjoy it instead of merely enduring it. Her frame tightened and she
began to respond to his tiniest signal.

They had danced many times before and it showed; he was relaxed and as she did, the dance smoothed remarkably. For a moment, his teeth flashed in a smile, dimples showing, before settling back into a more restrained half-smile as he led her around the floor. He didn't make idle chatter, he had never been one to do so, but instead paid attention to how she moved and matched her easily. As the music slowed, so did he, spinning her a final time before it stopped, his body pressed to hers for only a fraction of a second before he stepped away and let her go. "Thank you."

Her own lips tilted up at the smile she hadn't seen it Turns. Though
it was gone in a flash, she let her own face reflect his and settle

into a pleasant neutral. She accepted his guidance and enjoyed a dance
with him for the first time. She was puzzled by the final clench when
he finally let her go. "You're Welcome D'hol," she said in her throaty
contralto.

She couldn't help but see the wary eyes on them from all around the
floor, almost as if they were waiting for an explosion. She didn't
know how this fragile peace came about but she wasn't going to ruin
it. "And thank you for the lovely dance."

D'hol inclined his head, ignoring the eyes upon him. Jeyme would have questions later, he was sure, but perhaps he could soothe them temporarily by pulling her on to the dance floor a few times before he retired. "You're welcome, Weyrwoman. " His lips lifted slightly. "You remain unbitten, of course." He stood straight. "Have a pleasant evening." He nodded and turned on his heel, striding off of the dance floor.

"Of course," she responded softly as he walked away. As she returned to the refreshment table for her drink she couldn't help wondering. "Now what was that all about."

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