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28.Nov.16, 07:07 PM
By the time she would realize that someone was standing behind her, it would have already been too late. Einin jolted in her seat, startled by the sudden voice in her ear, and head snapping toward the young bronzerider with eyes widened in surprise. Whatever she was about to say to R'nd fell mute on her lips as her brain halted in its tracks, mouth startled open and quivering for a moment longer as she tried to form words. Any words. Instead an unintelligible squeak came out much to her own chagrin, and heat flushed the skin across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Even as she ducked her head down for a shy second, eyes catching the movement of the new rider's playfulness as he stole a bite of food off of the bluerider's plate, she found herself at a loss for what to say.
What did one say in this situation? They obviously knew each other. It was as plain as her own flustered discomfort, but while some may have found the sudden change in conversation annoying - for they certainly seemed to talk over her head without a care - Einin took the opportunity to gather her own thoughts and reconsider how to proceed. Hopefully, when she opened her mouth again it wouldn't be to utter something as embarrassing, or mawkish, as a squeak. That would have been the reaction her family would expect of her; quiet, subservient, willing to sit quietly and with the patience of one who knew her place. Underneath that louder melody of chanted lessons and scolding reminders however, was a softer undercurrent which perked up with insistent curiosity; growing ever stronger with the passing seconds that the two riders took to talk.
There were important pieces here for her to find, if only an effort were put into grabbing them down from the river of information. Was R'nd drawing into a more tense profile now that a ranking rider was around them? Was that even a concern with a bronzerider so young? The Weyr was different than the world Einin had come from -- one where rank had had been born into, or bought with the a daughter marrying the right son. Even craftsmen held a purposeful spot in society based upon skill and age, but while all of these things made sense, they twisted into confusion in the face of a color hierarchy where a bluerider more than twice a bronzerider's age still had to be careful as not to overstep boundaries. Where did that leave her then? It wasn't until a brief introduction left R'nd's lips that she lifted a clouded gaze toward the direction in which their mutual attention had turned.
"Well met then N'mor. I do hope you find your girl before poor R'nd loses all of his desert." A clever regard flicked toward the sticky tarts as she licked the remainder of one from her fingers, all too happy to indicate that the bronzerider was not the only culprit in that act. "Tell me, are they really that much better here than in Ista, or is it that they're R'nd's that makes them so worth filching?" It was an innocent question surely, but one that no doubt infringed on her normal comfort levels. Perhaps with some other girl's voice it would have been easy to mistake her tone for flirtation, and she realized too late that N'mor still could should he make that mistake, but the playfulness that bubbled up into her words went deeper than that. In a way, she chose to poke fun at his habits in a subtle shift to R'nd's side; giving the man who had searched her a fair bit of support rather than turn against him in a show of disloyalty.
What did one say in this situation? They obviously knew each other. It was as plain as her own flustered discomfort, but while some may have found the sudden change in conversation annoying - for they certainly seemed to talk over her head without a care - Einin took the opportunity to gather her own thoughts and reconsider how to proceed. Hopefully, when she opened her mouth again it wouldn't be to utter something as embarrassing, or mawkish, as a squeak. That would have been the reaction her family would expect of her; quiet, subservient, willing to sit quietly and with the patience of one who knew her place. Underneath that louder melody of chanted lessons and scolding reminders however, was a softer undercurrent which perked up with insistent curiosity; growing ever stronger with the passing seconds that the two riders took to talk.
There were important pieces here for her to find, if only an effort were put into grabbing them down from the river of information. Was R'nd drawing into a more tense profile now that a ranking rider was around them? Was that even a concern with a bronzerider so young? The Weyr was different than the world Einin had come from -- one where rank had had been born into, or bought with the a daughter marrying the right son. Even craftsmen held a purposeful spot in society based upon skill and age, but while all of these things made sense, they twisted into confusion in the face of a color hierarchy where a bluerider more than twice a bronzerider's age still had to be careful as not to overstep boundaries. Where did that leave her then? It wasn't until a brief introduction left R'nd's lips that she lifted a clouded gaze toward the direction in which their mutual attention had turned.
"Well met then N'mor. I do hope you find your girl before poor R'nd loses all of his desert." A clever regard flicked toward the sticky tarts as she licked the remainder of one from her fingers, all too happy to indicate that the bronzerider was not the only culprit in that act. "Tell me, are they really that much better here than in Ista, or is it that they're R'nd's that makes them so worth filching?" It was an innocent question surely, but one that no doubt infringed on her normal comfort levels. Perhaps with some other girl's voice it would have been easy to mistake her tone for flirtation, and she realized too late that N'mor still could should he make that mistake, but the playfulness that bubbled up into her words went deeper than that. In a way, she chose to poke fun at his habits in a subtle shift to R'nd's side; giving the man who had searched her a fair bit of support rather than turn against him in a show of disloyalty.
