18.Sep.13, 04:15 AM
Casa had decided after her promise with Quenym that she wanted to find out what it was that men liked. Right now he was a boy, but she hadn't failed to notice he was growing up. They had promised to explore and learn and discover before reconnecting. It wasn't like they didn't spend all of their time together anyway, but Casa reasoned that if she was going to learn how to be more adult - maybe not more girly, because that was kind of dumb - then she had to learn by watching how others interacted and ask questions.
For her, that meant watching certain men to see what they did and what they liked. One such man had caught her attention when she had watched him around the weyr. At first, he had seemed the like others - all business, all seriousness - but as she had watched more closely, he seemed to yearn for his freedom. And he regularly did what he wanted. He was confident, he was at ease, and he was perfect. She wanted to get to know him.
However, she wasn't sure how to approach him about it. For the first time in her life, she felt somewhat shy. It just felt wrong to go up, introduce herself, and start asking him questions. No, that wouldn't do for this. That's what a baby would do. She wanted to try at being an adult. She should approach this like one of the adults would. Somehow, that translated into her following him around, trying to get his attention. It hadn't worked thus far, but she was confident that eventually things would work out.
Today's attempt had her following him out to the open fields. She'd overheard him mention that he might be doing wing practice today. To her, that meant he'd be out, being bold in the air and living life to the fullest. She'd quickly traded her chores with someone to be out in the fields doing work; she had rushed out there and gotten through them in record time, all the while keeping an eye on the sky. Now that she was done, she sat down in the fields, having a light lunch and glancing at the sky in what she was sure to be a nonchalant way every couple of minutes.
For her, that meant watching certain men to see what they did and what they liked. One such man had caught her attention when she had watched him around the weyr. At first, he had seemed the like others - all business, all seriousness - but as she had watched more closely, he seemed to yearn for his freedom. And he regularly did what he wanted. He was confident, he was at ease, and he was perfect. She wanted to get to know him.
However, she wasn't sure how to approach him about it. For the first time in her life, she felt somewhat shy. It just felt wrong to go up, introduce herself, and start asking him questions. No, that wouldn't do for this. That's what a baby would do. She wanted to try at being an adult. She should approach this like one of the adults would. Somehow, that translated into her following him around, trying to get his attention. It hadn't worked thus far, but she was confident that eventually things would work out.
Today's attempt had her following him out to the open fields. She'd overheard him mention that he might be doing wing practice today. To her, that meant he'd be out, being bold in the air and living life to the fullest. She'd quickly traded her chores with someone to be out in the fields doing work; she had rushed out there and gotten through them in record time, all the while keeping an eye on the sky. Now that she was done, she sat down in the fields, having a light lunch and glancing at the sky in what she was sure to be a nonchalant way every couple of minutes.