May I have this dance? (open)

[Geothryn]

Geothryn returned the grin the dancer gave to him, but his eyes turned a sapphire color as she walked off to her table, seating herself next to the odd-looking woman she was sitting with earlier. Looks like she wasn't in the mood for a slow dance tonight. That's alright, he was changing styles anyway. His next song would be a drinking song... Clearing his throat, Geo quickened the pace of the music, setting the tempo with the tapping of his foot. Though not as fast as the dancing jig he played, this one got the blood flowing and the ale pouring. Before he began, he gave a shout. "A toast!" He cried. "To Winter!" With a slight strumming of the lute, he began. "Though Spring is green and plants arise And birds and bees become allies It disappoints with its demise No season's quite like Winter Through Summer's heat my bones are chill And rainy skies my buckets fill, The stink of sweat will likely kill! No season's quite like Winter And Autumn fairs a little better, Summer sure is much more wetter But once again, it's to the letter No season's quite like Winter When Winter comes, the sky grows white The trees all hide and birds take flight And Morwen walks with all her might No season's quite like Winter..." His soft baritone voice carried through the taverns' common room, and he sung in a happy voice, his eyes returning once more to a light shade of jade.

[Arcadius]

He had been leatherworking all day and it was finally time to wind down. He had walked in to see a dark skinned man singing and playing a lute. Arcadius looked at the bar but wasn't in the mood to be suckered into getting drunk. His father had come home several times drunki with a nasty hangover the next morning. Heeding his advice, Arcadius has steered away from alcohol ever since. With this being said, his father was far from an alcoholic and was a very successful leatherworker as well. A waiter led him to a table, in which Arcadius gingerly sat down. "I'll have just a plain water... please." The waiter nodded then walked off to fulfill his order. Examining the tavern he saw a heavily tattooed individual, a woman with red hair, then looked around at the bar tenders. He wasn't one to socialize at all. If someone wanted to talk they'd be the one that had to engage conversation. A habit he had picked up while growing up in solitude for the past two years of his life. He never had a childhood to make friends and it was far too late now. He was an adult and mature about things. Arcadius swallowed hard at the thought of his father then dipped his head in thanks at the waiter that brought his water. He listened to the strange song the male was singing. Something about Morwen and winter. Some people were clapping and smiling at the beat which he of coarse stuck out like a sore thumb. He slowly blinked his chocolate eyes.

[Yuralria]

Yuralria smirked at Silver's remarks. She must be a Kelvic. "Yes, probably. There are many that frequent this establishment that would love to 'mate' with me. Unfortunately for them, I'm taken." She stated, taking another pull from her mug, which was almost empty. A breeze blew through the air, ruffling Yura's long hair as it whispered to her. Lets play! It begged, grabbing dust motes from the floor and swirling them around.

Yura was grateful for Zulrav's influence in her life. She enjoyed the playfulness of the wind in her hair, and she longed to hear more about her past from them, but sometimes their incessant want to 'have fun' was taxing.

[Sliver]

Sliver nodded knowingly, when in fact she did not know at all. If this woman was taken why dance in such a way? She tried to work her way though this issue. It was clear the woman enjoyed dancing, and was fairly skilled at it, so this was obviously a factor. Her youth and beauty played into it as well, natural assets in the biological world bent on garnering her reproductive value to males, of which she had attracted one. The Kelvic smirked, well in theory it could be another woman couldn't it? This idea came more easily to her for some reason. So a woman who danced suggestively for others entertainment, and for her own enjoyment, but not for sexual reasons, at least not explicitly. It still confused her somewhat, but working it out in this manner seemed to have alleviated a bit of Sliver's anxiety towards the act. It was then that she smelled an enticing scent on the breeze that wafted in with a newcomer. His soft round eyes, roaming the place almost forlornly immediately alerted the wolverine that prey had just entered her sights. She couldn't help but lick her lips as he sat down at a table all alone. It was a good thing she was full. It took a considerable amount of effort to rip her gaze from the creature, and it was the first time she had ever been certain of another Kelvic presence near her own, most of the time she required many other clues. She blinked as the merry drinking song ended, dark eyes returning to her companion as she waved for another mug of milk. Was you current mate attracted by your dancing as well? Her frame of speech seemed to amuse the woman, so she decided to keep it for now, and when the barmaid came over she offered to pay for Yuralria's drink if she wanted another.

[Yuralria]

Yuralria mused over the question Silver posed for a moment while listening to the other Vantha's lilting chordwork. "I suppose so, but it was more than just dancing that lured him in." Yura smirked. Josaan found many things in her, not all of which she could see herself. He liked her shockingly red hair and her blunt attitude she got from her Inarta side, but she couldn't see why. Staying on topic, she decided she'd pose a question to Silver. "So, have you.. ummm.... Found a .... mate?" She asked hesitantly.

[Faelyn]

Faelyn's eyes sparkled as she pushed her way into the room. Her violet hues, wide, and full of bright emotion moved about the room slowly, taking in as much as she could. There were a few people here. She entered just in time to hear someone singing in a soft baritone voice. She turned those pretty eyes of hers there, and a giant smile grew on her face. Oh how she did love music. She approached shyly, and sat down near his feet, looking up and listening with glee. When his eyes returned to the jade color, she didn't say anything. She just stared at the lute, and smiled.

[Sliver]

The Kelvic sat back for a moment appreciating the question. Part of her was loathe to discuss any personal life she had with this stranger, yet this was clearly just an attempt to make conversation, and meant in no way to be rude, besides, she had begun this flow of discussion in the first place. Once that was settled in her mind, Sliver tried to figure out how to put into words the thoughts that lingered in her mind. Memories of an impish smile and a comforting hand around her waist were brought back with a flood of images that she had not considered truly for several years. Her face set into a trouble frown as she tried to sort this out. "For a time I had a mate...of sorts." She was unsure how to continue, But he is far away from here, and I do not think it likely we will ever meet again. She leaned back, glad that the feeling inside her did not make her heart feel as distraught as it once did. Was this because she had found a new purpose, one just as good as the last?

[Arcadius]

Predator. That was what rang through his ears as he felt a set of eyes upon him. Arcadius jutted his chin out, bit his lip, then held his head high as he examined the place. The vibe seemed to be coming from the female with a most unique style. Not being one to judge he simply sat back and watched one of the girls dance. This wasn't his type of his place. It was joyful, lively, loud, and ... different. This wasn't like him at all. He was quiet, withdrawn, solitary, and mysterious to some. He wasn't social. Taking a drink of his ice cold water he slowly swallowed then examined the table. He was the outcast he supposed. Everyone was talking, laughing, singing, dancing, and he was alone watching. However, it wasn't his fault he was a loner. He was working for a living, to try and survive. With the occasional necessary trip to the woods. He took another sip then watched the conversational people.

[Geothryn]

Strumming a few idle chords on his lute, Geothryn scanned the crowd for something - anything, really - to spark his interest and his imagination. Various requests were shouted or whispered to him; a few wanted more drinking songs, there were some love songs requested, probably in an attempt to woo their lovers; but none of the suggestions caught his ear. And then he noticed the girl sitting near the foot of the stage, on the floor of all places. Cocking his eyebrow, he wondered how he could have missed her approach. She had eyes of jade, and hair of jet. Altogether not unattractive, by Geothryn's standard. His palate for women, was, however, not very refined; or, perhaps, was ultra-refined. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, after all, and who best knew what was beautiful than he who was doing the naming? Feigning courtly elegance, he nodded politely and asked, in a gentle tone, "Do you have any requests, milady?"

[Sliver]

The wolverine glanced about, her stomach full, mind content. Though a chill breeze swept in through the window, the air was warm and pleasant within the tavern. Her companion had lapsed into silence once more, and so Sliver rose, rolling her shoulders to move closer to the musician. She wasn't the sort to request a song, more the sort to sit and listen to whatever came her way. The girl seemed simply awestruck by the musician, and about a chime struck before someone in the crowd decided she had taken too long to answer the young man. "How's about a ballad?" A few whoops of affirmation exited the crowd along with one Bora Snowsong. She looked radiant that evening, her clothes mismatched in material and size, but all fitting a purple and magenta theme with a long skirt that reached to her ankles and a tight fitting corset with loose sleeves hanging about her elbows. Her hair was a deep brown with a couple pink and purple streaks here and bright blue eyes looked encouragingly at the crowds as she made her way towards the stage. Her tongue darted out, licking the silver ring that pierced the middle of it, and she cocked her head to the side, a playful smile on her features. "I certainly don't want to steal the stage away from you, good sir, would you mind accompanying me while I tell a story?" The crowd was clearly eager for Bora, a well known storyteller in Avanthal despite her young age and younger appearance. And Geothryn could see a few encouraging nods thrown his way if he glanced into the crowd. Sliver found an empty floor space and got comfortable for whatever might ensue.