27.Feb.12, 12:45 AM
She squawked as his lips pressed to her abdomen, air puffing against the blue cloth that covered her belly. Ah! "Tickles!" Jada cried, and climbed her way upwards. She quivered as his body thumped to the ground, debating lifting her leg to run. Then she connected the name.
Farlint? That was the man she had met in the dining hall! Great, now she couldn't just leave him here. She reached out to grab his arm as he crawled up the tree. "Can you keep your hands to yourself?" she inquired, even as she shifted to be able to handle more of his weight leaning on her. She rather wished now that she hadn't wandered so far away from the edges of the Weyr. It would take forever to make it back to the Candidate barracks, or the Healer's Hall. "Grope me again, and I will drop you."
Farlint? That was the man she had met in the dining hall! Great, now she couldn't just leave him here. She reached out to grab his arm as he crawled up the tree. "Can you keep your hands to yourself?" she inquired, even as she shifted to be able to handle more of his weight leaning on her. She rather wished now that she hadn't wandered so far away from the edges of the Weyr. It would take forever to make it back to the Candidate barracks, or the Healer's Hall. "Grope me again, and I will drop you."