03.May.20, 04:42 AM
He wondered if she thought she was being adorable with her attempts to look innocent and possibly ditzy. With Rhaedalyn as his Weyrwoman, D’hys knew genuine innocent and ditzy when he saw it and this girl seemed like she was more embarrassed for wandering without thinking. So, there was some truth to her act and she was quick with a reply that he assumed was the truth given what he already knew about her.
D’hys saw the firelizard take off, though he didn’t watch where it went as his gaze continued to linger on the redhead. He was glad to see the thing go, still not fully trusting or liking them though he managed to tolerate some in small doses, but this one didn’t matter to him. He was focused more on the owner and what to do with her. Finally, he gave a light chuckle and slight shake of his head. “We won’t have any missives for you to carry as we have dragons. We can deliver letters and return before you even leave the Bowl. Your craft has its uses but it’s not needed today. So let’s talk about that reason that has you needing a change of scenery.”
Visiting friends and looking for messages to deliver seemed like afterthoughts to what the actual motivation behind her coming to the Weyr was. Did he really care what it was? Not really. But it gave him something to do and perhaps she could be useful by the end of their time together. Runners were everywhere and yet many seemed to be overlooked and secrets were spilled around them. He also wondered how easy it was to corrupt one enough to read letters given to them and pass along any good information. Not that the Holds were all that entertaining or concerned him much but a tidbit of information could come up that would prove useful to either him or the Weyr as a whole if given to R’nya.
“You’re probably also in need of food and drink, regardless of where your feet brought you in from. So come with me and we’ll see to that as you tell me your story.” They were between meals and D’hys didn’t want to bother the kitchen staff over someone he hadn’t decided was worth extra effort just yet. But he had fruit and water in his weyr that he could give to the girl and the walk there wasn’t too long. He gestured toward a doorway not too far from them and waited to see if she would take the first literal step in trusting him before leading her to his home.
D’hys saw the firelizard take off, though he didn’t watch where it went as his gaze continued to linger on the redhead. He was glad to see the thing go, still not fully trusting or liking them though he managed to tolerate some in small doses, but this one didn’t matter to him. He was focused more on the owner and what to do with her. Finally, he gave a light chuckle and slight shake of his head. “We won’t have any missives for you to carry as we have dragons. We can deliver letters and return before you even leave the Bowl. Your craft has its uses but it’s not needed today. So let’s talk about that reason that has you needing a change of scenery.”
Visiting friends and looking for messages to deliver seemed like afterthoughts to what the actual motivation behind her coming to the Weyr was. Did he really care what it was? Not really. But it gave him something to do and perhaps she could be useful by the end of their time together. Runners were everywhere and yet many seemed to be overlooked and secrets were spilled around them. He also wondered how easy it was to corrupt one enough to read letters given to them and pass along any good information. Not that the Holds were all that entertaining or concerned him much but a tidbit of information could come up that would prove useful to either him or the Weyr as a whole if given to R’nya.
“You’re probably also in need of food and drink, regardless of where your feet brought you in from. So come with me and we’ll see to that as you tell me your story.” They were between meals and D’hys didn’t want to bother the kitchen staff over someone he hadn’t decided was worth extra effort just yet. But he had fruit and water in his weyr that he could give to the girl and the walk there wasn’t too long. He gestured toward a doorway not too far from them and waited to see if she would take the first literal step in trusting him before leading her to his home.