14.Dec.19, 12:04 PM
For the Secret Santa event: accidental date.
Katiryn was still beside herself in disbelief despite the letter coming hours earlier. N’vian wanted to come and see her? To discuss something? No, not just something, a proposition. She squealed to herself again as she shimmied into her prettiest dress. What did that even mean? What kind of proposition did he have for her? More importantly, he knew she existed?
Maybe Casa put in a good word about her to R’vi and R’vi passed it on to his brother? Or maybe it came directly from Casa? It was hard to keep up with all of her amazing connections, especially now that she was being primed to be a Weyrwoman. Katiryn didn’t care how it happened, only that it was and a gorgeous older bronzerider requested her company for what sounded like a date that could lead to more.
The letter came via a young and confused Telgar greenrider that stumbled over his words but she caught enough to hear that the letter was for her and came from N’vian. She couldn’t recall what else happened after that, too shocked and confused herself to process if she sent the nice man away politely or just gawked at the letter for an eternity before finally reading it.
She’d only been given a few hours’ notice but she’d made it work. Hair was done up and taken down three times before settling on a modest ponytail—that he could take down if he liked her hair loose—and found the perfect dress after trying on almost everything she owned. Now she was applying her favourite shade of lip stain, examining herself in the mirror her daddy had given her for her birthday two years ago. Good enough. She thought she looked damned cute but not knowing what kind of date she was in for had made it hard to plan the perfect outfit. But Katiryn was happy with the overall look and felt N’vian would be as well.
What if she was supposed to host him! He was coming to her, after all. Maybe he would swoop in and take her off to some lovely place but maybe they would just spend some time alone… in her daddy’s weyr. Because that was where the messenger had arrived. Thankfully she had been visiting with Ghaeth at the time or she’d never have known about the date. She wouldn’t have blamed the sexy bronzerider, though. It was easier to send a message to a brownrider’s weyr than to hunt down his Candidate daughter who might be in the barracks or possibly living with someone else.
Considering K’tir was actually busy doing brownrider and-or besties with the Weyrleader things, Katiryn figured she could borrow his place for the date. She knew there would be wine there already but snacks would be required. A quick trip to the kitchens solved that where she managed to swipe a plate of fruit before zipping back to her dad’s.
Ghaeth had thankfully wandered off. She’d hate to have to tell the sweet boy to leave or pretend he didn’t see his rider’s baby girl flirting with a bronzerider. That crisis adverted, she dug around to find two glasses and a bottle of wine, setting them and the fruit on the table by the couch. Was the couch too forward? Nah. It could be intimate or friendly depending on the space. It would show she was interested in the proposition but not too eager for it either. It was perfect.
Her heart skipped a beat as she heard a dragon land on the ledge and Katiryn jumped back to her feet, smiling, as she waited for N’vian.
Katiryn was still beside herself in disbelief despite the letter coming hours earlier. N’vian wanted to come and see her? To discuss something? No, not just something, a proposition. She squealed to herself again as she shimmied into her prettiest dress. What did that even mean? What kind of proposition did he have for her? More importantly, he knew she existed?
Maybe Casa put in a good word about her to R’vi and R’vi passed it on to his brother? Or maybe it came directly from Casa? It was hard to keep up with all of her amazing connections, especially now that she was being primed to be a Weyrwoman. Katiryn didn’t care how it happened, only that it was and a gorgeous older bronzerider requested her company for what sounded like a date that could lead to more.
The letter came via a young and confused Telgar greenrider that stumbled over his words but she caught enough to hear that the letter was for her and came from N’vian. She couldn’t recall what else happened after that, too shocked and confused herself to process if she sent the nice man away politely or just gawked at the letter for an eternity before finally reading it.
She’d only been given a few hours’ notice but she’d made it work. Hair was done up and taken down three times before settling on a modest ponytail—that he could take down if he liked her hair loose—and found the perfect dress after trying on almost everything she owned. Now she was applying her favourite shade of lip stain, examining herself in the mirror her daddy had given her for her birthday two years ago. Good enough. She thought she looked damned cute but not knowing what kind of date she was in for had made it hard to plan the perfect outfit. But Katiryn was happy with the overall look and felt N’vian would be as well.
What if she was supposed to host him! He was coming to her, after all. Maybe he would swoop in and take her off to some lovely place but maybe they would just spend some time alone… in her daddy’s weyr. Because that was where the messenger had arrived. Thankfully she had been visiting with Ghaeth at the time or she’d never have known about the date. She wouldn’t have blamed the sexy bronzerider, though. It was easier to send a message to a brownrider’s weyr than to hunt down his Candidate daughter who might be in the barracks or possibly living with someone else.
Considering K’tir was actually busy doing brownrider and-or besties with the Weyrleader things, Katiryn figured she could borrow his place for the date. She knew there would be wine there already but snacks would be required. A quick trip to the kitchens solved that where she managed to swipe a plate of fruit before zipping back to her dad’s.
Ghaeth had thankfully wandered off. She’d hate to have to tell the sweet boy to leave or pretend he didn’t see his rider’s baby girl flirting with a bronzerider. That crisis adverted, she dug around to find two glasses and a bottle of wine, setting them and the fruit on the table by the couch. Was the couch too forward? Nah. It could be intimate or friendly depending on the space. It would show she was interested in the proposition but not too eager for it either. It was perfect.
Her heart skipped a beat as she heard a dragon land on the ledge and Katiryn jumped back to her feet, smiling, as she waited for N’vian.