Celebrations Part 8

Islana was surprisingly agile at dancing and holding a mug. She was able to keep up with Boyce and Voah while taking sips from her drink. And while not drunk, the alcohol was certainly doing it's part to make her more relaxed.

Wolf was drinking and feeling good by this point he could feel his senses dulled some. Wolf would not miss this moment for anything. Dancing with two of the best looking ladies there he could not ask for a better time.

Voah was having a wonderful time without even drinking half of her first ale. They all spun and swayed and kicked away. She would have to make sure she ate something soon if she was going to keep this up.

She began singing a silly old upbeat Mizaran drinking song, “bprexhé bprexh, uur tiion, ongii a kiidahtii…”

This went on for a minute it ended with a “bpiing bpaeng bpong!” and she jumped back from the group and bowed.

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Gonyaul noticed the small skirmish of men and hoped it would end soon without spreading and ruining the festivities. Gronyaul’s crotch was fine and didn’t need avenging. The young man was the embodiment of humility, not a prideful bone in his body. So his ego wasn’t even hurt. In fact he had already forgiven the incident.

He did decided to sit off by himself at the periphery of the party. Just to take a minute and gather himself. He was glad to assess that his back had not started bleeding.

He smiled seeing the dancing groups really getting into it. He was learning a lot right now and was taking mental notes. In particular to how they moved, very different styles.

His attention couldn’t help but keep gravitating back to Voah. Once again her behavior so very different then anything of the nightmares he was taught about her kind.

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It seemed the men had no clue why Tarmen had attacked them, but were under the right influence to be rather cheerful at their predicament. This only invigorated Tarmen as he was wanting to see how these clansmen could handle a Kru’ll man in his true element.

They were luckily far enough away to not concern the main party, though several seats were ruined by their scuffle before Tarmen could toss the men farther away.
Laughing between taking hits, he could finally say he felt pure joy since returning from the island.

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Islana smiled as Voah sang, it really didn't matter if that she couldn't understand the song. The young woman returned the bow to the Arbiter and kept dancing with Boyce without thinking too much into it. There was a level of trust in Boyce so it helped but Islana had never really danced one on one with a man before, even in this kind of setting. A realization that suddenly occurred to her.

Islana took another drink, maybe one more or two. She knew him, she trusted him and yet dancing, just the two of them, seemed difficult, in a sense. With enough of the ale in her though, that it was making this easier.

This was the first time in a long time that Wolf could just have fun. No secret not having a mission, not having to disguise himself. The ale must have gotten to Wolf He started to wonder did Wolf really know who he was? He thought so but now started to wonder. Wolf looked into Islana eyes and now felt vulnerable. Why was Wolf feeling like this? Wolf had never felt like this.

Gonyaul was glad to see Islana enjoying herself. He had a thought and rightfully assessed their campsite was going to be a mess. It would be helpful to his mates if he got a good share of the tidying up underway so they wouldn’t have to.

Gonyaul kept enjoying observing the party and moved smoothly about the place cleaning up the abandoned plates, mugs, and other items.