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16.Aug.19, 03:17 AM
Despite the man saying not to worry about it, Quinvalis was worrying about it. He had just ran into someone because he wasn't watching where he was going because he was being pathetic about a girl he liked and his headache was coming back from the stress. So yes, there was a lot to worry about and he hadn't even touched upon whether or not the man was actually being kind or playing with him, waiting to hit him for what he did.
The question still didn't help ease his fears but Quinvalis finally glanced up from his hiding spot of his knees and saw not a lord but a greenrider according to his knots. Frowning, he finally offered a shrug in reply before mentally kicking himself for not speaking. His mom told him he used to be a spirited young child but slowly withdrew into himself after his father died and all the changes in his life. He knew she hoped living in the Weyr would draw him out again and he kind of hoped that as well but he was still incredibly shy and didn't have many friends. Everyone was just so much cooler than him and so much more fun. He never quite felt like he belonged and feeling more at ease helping R'nya and Rhaedalyn likely didn't help that either.
"I'm fine, sir. Please don't trouble yourself over me. I hope I didn't ruin your time here." Quinvalis really wanted to stay where he was on the ground and to be forgotten about so he could sulk and avoid everyone until it was time to meet up for the rides home. But the greenrider had offered his hand in what he assumed was a gesture to get him back to his feet and he couldn't continue being so rude and ignore it. So he slowly took it, still a bit worried he was being trapped and his naivety would be his downfall, and got to his feet.
He didn't meant to but Quinvalis glanced back at the dance floor and winced when he saw the happy couple still dancing. He should have told her his feelings sooner, but would it have mattered? Of course it wouldn't have. Turning back to the greenrider, Quinvalis was hit with guilt again and took in the man's appearance, not seeing anything was spilled or damaged, which was a relief.
"I really am sorry. It was entirely my fault and um do you want a drink? My family runs the tavern here and they do the beer tent every Gather so I can go get you something, including a bowl of their famous stew if you're hungry." He was babbling but he was desperate to make up for his stupidity and the greenrider was so far being kind to him and... that was nice.
The question still didn't help ease his fears but Quinvalis finally glanced up from his hiding spot of his knees and saw not a lord but a greenrider according to his knots. Frowning, he finally offered a shrug in reply before mentally kicking himself for not speaking. His mom told him he used to be a spirited young child but slowly withdrew into himself after his father died and all the changes in his life. He knew she hoped living in the Weyr would draw him out again and he kind of hoped that as well but he was still incredibly shy and didn't have many friends. Everyone was just so much cooler than him and so much more fun. He never quite felt like he belonged and feeling more at ease helping R'nya and Rhaedalyn likely didn't help that either.
"I'm fine, sir. Please don't trouble yourself over me. I hope I didn't ruin your time here." Quinvalis really wanted to stay where he was on the ground and to be forgotten about so he could sulk and avoid everyone until it was time to meet up for the rides home. But the greenrider had offered his hand in what he assumed was a gesture to get him back to his feet and he couldn't continue being so rude and ignore it. So he slowly took it, still a bit worried he was being trapped and his naivety would be his downfall, and got to his feet.
He didn't meant to but Quinvalis glanced back at the dance floor and winced when he saw the happy couple still dancing. He should have told her his feelings sooner, but would it have mattered? Of course it wouldn't have. Turning back to the greenrider, Quinvalis was hit with guilt again and took in the man's appearance, not seeing anything was spilled or damaged, which was a relief.
"I really am sorry. It was entirely my fault and um do you want a drink? My family runs the tavern here and they do the beer tent every Gather so I can go get you something, including a bowl of their famous stew if you're hungry." He was babbling but he was desperate to make up for his stupidity and the greenrider was so far being kind to him and... that was nice.
