This party, Zoi decided after about ten minutes, was a drag.

She'd been under the impression that joining was supposed to be wonderful
and exciting.  So far it'd been frightening, worrying, and now, boring.  She
hoped the actual dragonrider thing was a whole lot better or she was tempted
just to walk on out of here.

So far in the history of her joining, her dragon had nearly died, eaten
about half of a bowl of minced raw meat that she'd had to feed him by hand,
and fallen asleep.  As for her being a rider, she'd fainted, gotten her
hands all meat bloodied, helped haul her dragon to a barracks room, and now
was attending a party that felt more like a funeral reception.

Sighing, she reached across the table and plucked a bit of fruit from the
other girls plate.  "Mind?" she asked, already half way across the table
with the purloined apple.  "Oops," she apologized as an elbow sloshed
something out of a glass in the reach for someone elses fruit.

"One and one is two, but to juggle you need three," she rhymed in her low
voice.  "Or at least," she said with a crooked grin, "that's what my teacher
always told me."  The apple and pear went round in boring circles.  "I think
this time he was right..."

She made as if to turn to the other table, fruit still in the air, and
casually tipped her chair over, rolling out of it.  Swiftly she rolled to
her feet, easily saving the fruit from the floor.

Grinning her best idiots grin, she wandered around the tables, goading the
younger people to throw fruit, bread and what have you at her, challenging
them to stump her skill, while drawing laughs with her jokes and faces.

Eyes more on the air than the ground, Zoi took one long step onto a chair,
put one foot on the top of its back and the other at the edge of the seat,
and tipped it onto two legs.  Pieces of dinner made extravagant circles in
the air as she expertly tottered the tilted chair back and forth
dangerously, reveling in the oohs and ahhs from her small crowd.

CRACK!

Her eyes widened in surprise as the two abused chair legs snapped.   Food
flew in all directions, riccocetting off each other in mid air.  She landed
hard on the floor, chair pieces joining the food in the aerial realm.  On
her back, Zoi watched with a curious, mischiveous smile to see where gravity
would place everything.
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NRPG: Umm, well its short but it could be interesting... Wonder how much
trouble she'll get into :)

Submitted by,
Bridget Olson
aka Zoi and Rover