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23.Nov.16, 04:00 PM
Syrup dribbled down the tender curve of her thumb, chased by her tongue and a brief peel of laughter that had more to do with the ridiculousness of this entire situation than anything that R'nd said. Each time she turned stormy eyes to the bluerider, Einin felt discomfort lingering at the edges of her mind, encroaching on the otherwise happy meeting. The difficult part was remembering that there was nothing actually wrong with him being here. Or, for her to desire the momentary distraction the conversation would offer. "I'd appreciate being able to see him again. Thank you." There was a politeness to the girl's tone, but it was the glimmer in grey-blue eyes that revealed how much the possibility of seeing the blue had sparked her interest. The dragons were beautiful creatures, and her main reservation had more to do with them not wanting to see her than of the other way around.
R'nd's laughter seemed contagious in those moments of conversation though, and with a mirrored smile, albeit smaller in its quiet murmur of agreement, Einin nodded her head. Keeping busy seemed to be the way of life here. Or, at least as busy as one could be. Whether that was with the business of wing drills and maintaining the day-to-day ins and outs of Weyr life, or with the business of pleasure and all the fun that came with the Weyr's freedoms, the candidate found things very... "Different. It's," she paused in the automatic response, and with a burdened sigh, the girl's eyes fell to a mostly untouched plate. The food was as good as any she had been given at her home, and yet it tasted of ash. If she could liken it any further to the absence of flavor that water held, Einin would.
Complaining about her situation would help no one, least of all her however, and with that understanding she tilted her head back upward to look at the bluerider. "It is different, but that is to be expected. One would not call anything worthwhile if it were easy." The words fell easily from her lips, and it was solely thanks to the comfort hidden within them that she managed a tone of minor confidence. It wouldn't be completely honest, and for that she felt terrible. R'nd seemed nice, and perhaps he truly was concerned about where her thoughts took their unmitigated turns into false pretenses. She had no real reason for worrying about fitting in. There hadn't been a single person here at the Weyr who had looked at her with the same pity or disinterest that those at the hold had. Neither had she experienced cruelty, veiled in sickeningly sweet smiles or otherwise, and for that, Einin was grateful.
"It's just that there's so much to get used to! Lessons, and rules, and everyone acts so differently here than back home. I don't necessarily miss home or my family, and I sorta feel bad about that too, but I miss the familiarity of it. At least there I knew how to act and what to do, and Faranth it is remarkably easy to get lost in this place."
The rush of words left her breathless, and with alarm widening a surprised regard for her spoken admonition, Einin curled her lips inward to press them tightly shut. It was a movement which ended with a sheepish pull of her shoulders up towards her ears, a quiet moment where her teeth nipped at the flesh of her lower lip, and fingers tangling into the ends of her hair. Rings were made out of the copper strands curling around her forefinger, and it was only after another slow twist that she dropped her hand back toward her lap. "I... I'm sure I'll get used to it though," she finally finished, though the lame excuse and attempt to shrug off her prior confession drew wrinkles along the line of her nose with winced shame. She shouldn't have said so much. She should have known better and kept her hand closer to her heart, but Einin had not grown up in Bitra where such games were common place, and her birth mother had only been able to impart so much advice to her child before Einin had left. She felt it a mistake, but it was one she would endeavor to not make again.
R'nd's laughter seemed contagious in those moments of conversation though, and with a mirrored smile, albeit smaller in its quiet murmur of agreement, Einin nodded her head. Keeping busy seemed to be the way of life here. Or, at least as busy as one could be. Whether that was with the business of wing drills and maintaining the day-to-day ins and outs of Weyr life, or with the business of pleasure and all the fun that came with the Weyr's freedoms, the candidate found things very... "Different. It's," she paused in the automatic response, and with a burdened sigh, the girl's eyes fell to a mostly untouched plate. The food was as good as any she had been given at her home, and yet it tasted of ash. If she could liken it any further to the absence of flavor that water held, Einin would.
Complaining about her situation would help no one, least of all her however, and with that understanding she tilted her head back upward to look at the bluerider. "It is different, but that is to be expected. One would not call anything worthwhile if it were easy." The words fell easily from her lips, and it was solely thanks to the comfort hidden within them that she managed a tone of minor confidence. It wouldn't be completely honest, and for that she felt terrible. R'nd seemed nice, and perhaps he truly was concerned about where her thoughts took their unmitigated turns into false pretenses. She had no real reason for worrying about fitting in. There hadn't been a single person here at the Weyr who had looked at her with the same pity or disinterest that those at the hold had. Neither had she experienced cruelty, veiled in sickeningly sweet smiles or otherwise, and for that, Einin was grateful.
"It's just that there's so much to get used to! Lessons, and rules, and everyone acts so differently here than back home. I don't necessarily miss home or my family, and I sorta feel bad about that too, but I miss the familiarity of it. At least there I knew how to act and what to do, and Faranth it is remarkably easy to get lost in this place."
The rush of words left her breathless, and with alarm widening a surprised regard for her spoken admonition, Einin curled her lips inward to press them tightly shut. It was a movement which ended with a sheepish pull of her shoulders up towards her ears, a quiet moment where her teeth nipped at the flesh of her lower lip, and fingers tangling into the ends of her hair. Rings were made out of the copper strands curling around her forefinger, and it was only after another slow twist that she dropped her hand back toward her lap. "I... I'm sure I'll get used to it though," she finally finished, though the lame excuse and attempt to shrug off her prior confession drew wrinkles along the line of her nose with winced shame. She shouldn't have said so much. She should have known better and kept her hand closer to her heart, but Einin had not grown up in Bitra where such games were common place, and her birth mother had only been able to impart so much advice to her child before Einin had left. She felt it a mistake, but it was one she would endeavor to not make again.
