Post by stolenhart on Feb 22, 2010 20:40:55 GMT -6
Spring - 2946
A girl came to the Weyr today. Why am I even saying this? Girls always come to the Weyr, why would this one be any different? But there was something different about her. She is not pretty, she needs some meat on her bones and tailored clothing but something caught my attention when I passed her in the corridor. Maybe it was her eyes, like the forests on the mountains, maybe the short black hair, maybe it was the way she walked, like all eyes were on her and she was the center of attention.
I walked by her, taking to my grandfather, and had our eyes not met I would never have thought twice about her, but they did. I didn’t even know I fell silent until grandfather elbowed me in the ribs. “You can’t have her”, he told me, his tone serious as a hungry dragon. I must have looked confused because he added, “She’s a Candidate for the Clutch and off-limits”, I must have blushed because he laughed, “If she Impresses then you can have her”, as if he was giving me a gift.
“What if I don’t want her? What if I thought I recognized her?”, I asked him, sparing once last glance to the new come Candidate. “I know you didn’t recognize her, you’ve never been out of Ruatha or the Weyr”, J’kul replied, bumping his grandson affectionately. “And I saw that look, you wouldn’t mind if you found her in your bed”. What could I say, when he broached the thought I had no defense, so I shrugged.
I saw her later today as well, over dinner in the caverns. My fellow riders teased me because I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. They bet me a new knife she won’t Impress, I know she will Xyriath agrees and he rarely speaks up about a person.
A girl came to the Weyr today. Why am I even saying this? Girls always come to the Weyr, why would this one be any different? But there was something different about her. She is not pretty, she needs some meat on her bones and tailored clothing but something caught my attention when I passed her in the corridor. Maybe it was her eyes, like the forests on the mountains, maybe the short black hair, maybe it was the way she walked, like all eyes were on her and she was the center of attention.
I walked by her, taking to my grandfather, and had our eyes not met I would never have thought twice about her, but they did. I didn’t even know I fell silent until grandfather elbowed me in the ribs. “You can’t have her”, he told me, his tone serious as a hungry dragon. I must have looked confused because he added, “She’s a Candidate for the Clutch and off-limits”, I must have blushed because he laughed, “If she Impresses then you can have her”, as if he was giving me a gift.
“What if I don’t want her? What if I thought I recognized her?”, I asked him, sparing once last glance to the new come Candidate. “I know you didn’t recognize her, you’ve never been out of Ruatha or the Weyr”, J’kul replied, bumping his grandson affectionately. “And I saw that look, you wouldn’t mind if you found her in your bed”. What could I say, when he broached the thought I had no defense, so I shrugged.
I saw her later today as well, over dinner in the caverns. My fellow riders teased me because I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. They bet me a new knife she won’t Impress, I know she will Xyriath agrees and he rarely speaks up about a person.
