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20.Oct.19, 04:17 AM
A small, pleased smile crossed S'laire's face at the sight of Rhaedalyn, and at her greeting. Even before she'd Impressed to Aradissicath he'd been rather fond of her, their shared status of being Stolen something of a connection that she'd used to her advantage in subtly working her way under his shell. Whatever worries he'd had about her dragon's shiny hide changing the way she treated her friends was proven, rather quickly, to be a foolish thing, though of course there was no denying the fact that things were different.
She didn't turn crimson and forget how to speak every time someone looked in her direction, for one thing. She was good at reading people--or maybe she was particularly good at reading him--and had become quite talented with getting him talking without making S'laire feel like he was being interrogated, or judged.
"Evening, Weyrwoman," he greeted once she'd made it close enough that he didn't have to shout at her. The smile still curved his lips as she neared, and it only proved to get more and more distinct, harder to hide as Rhaedalyn came to a halt. "It has been rather busy of late," he mused, "but we've been managing. I won't hold the silence against you." He leveled a look on her, a little more searching. "What about you?" He knew enough about the Weyrleadership to know that hers was not an easy responsibility, though he supposed that it must have been at least slightly less overwhelming with her station and her training as a gold candidate and then a gold rider.
And that didn't even begin to take into account the Weyrleader himself and that particular relationship. R'nya was...well, R'nya, and he supposed her children were no small task to wrangle either.
"You look good," he said quietly after a moment, head tilted slightly to one side as his gaze took her in again. "Not that you don't always, but you look...happy." He shrugged, and glanced away for a moment. "And I guess I can't leave your golden lady out, either. Still as resplendent as always?" He grinned.
She didn't turn crimson and forget how to speak every time someone looked in her direction, for one thing. She was good at reading people--or maybe she was particularly good at reading him--and had become quite talented with getting him talking without making S'laire feel like he was being interrogated, or judged.
"Evening, Weyrwoman," he greeted once she'd made it close enough that he didn't have to shout at her. The smile still curved his lips as she neared, and it only proved to get more and more distinct, harder to hide as Rhaedalyn came to a halt. "It has been rather busy of late," he mused, "but we've been managing. I won't hold the silence against you." He leveled a look on her, a little more searching. "What about you?" He knew enough about the Weyrleadership to know that hers was not an easy responsibility, though he supposed that it must have been at least slightly less overwhelming with her station and her training as a gold candidate and then a gold rider.
And that didn't even begin to take into account the Weyrleader himself and that particular relationship. R'nya was...well, R'nya, and he supposed her children were no small task to wrangle either.
"You look good," he said quietly after a moment, head tilted slightly to one side as his gaze took her in again. "Not that you don't always, but you look...happy." He shrugged, and glanced away for a moment. "And I guess I can't leave your golden lady out, either. Still as resplendent as always?" He grinned.
