29.Mar.21, 08:42 PM
Rakka listened with interest, blinking occasionally as he talked about his family's farmhold, a cow, that was... something. She wasn't certain how she felt about cows, having never been close enough to one to actually form an opinion on the placid seeming animals. She was more well versed with fish (and her knowledge of the wriggling waterliving creatures was limited). "Bessy sounds like a nice name for a cow." She commented with a smile.
She looked over at the noble Blue Toynoth as T'cai talked about dragons, her brown eyes bright, he was so handsome... noble looking, far smaller than the bronzes and browns she'd seen about the weyr, but blues held a calm dignity about them which she appreciated, they were a bit more approachable than the larger beats... perhaps because her heart didn't jump to her throat when she was around them.
She returned to the conversation with one last glance at the dragon before settling her eyes back on the rather agreeable face of the dragonrider. Backs, covering them? What was that about. Her lips parted slightly at his next calm question, had she slept with anyone. She stammered slightly. "I uh, no, I haven't... umm." She struggled to find words in her shock, she knew weyrfolk were more forward, but this was something she had yet to discuss.
It would be improper to tell him she had no clue what... intimacy really entailed, wouldn't it. "Yes, I'd like to. I like bones..." She hesitated, "Not like, like like, but enjoy, think they're kinda cool... find them interesting." By the shell, stop talking. She snapped her mouth firmly shut, and looked at the dragon. Oh the poor creature had been there the whole time with the weight of bones on him.
"I can help." She added, stepping towards the beautiful animal and fumbling with the knots, her fingers not seeming to want to work, what was wrong with them? Finally she was able to free one and carefully placed the bones on the ground, looking at them in curiosity. What were all these bones of? She wondered.
She looked over at the noble Blue Toynoth as T'cai talked about dragons, her brown eyes bright, he was so handsome... noble looking, far smaller than the bronzes and browns she'd seen about the weyr, but blues held a calm dignity about them which she appreciated, they were a bit more approachable than the larger beats... perhaps because her heart didn't jump to her throat when she was around them.
She returned to the conversation with one last glance at the dragon before settling her eyes back on the rather agreeable face of the dragonrider. Backs, covering them? What was that about. Her lips parted slightly at his next calm question, had she slept with anyone. She stammered slightly. "I uh, no, I haven't... umm." She struggled to find words in her shock, she knew weyrfolk were more forward, but this was something she had yet to discuss.
It would be improper to tell him she had no clue what... intimacy really entailed, wouldn't it. "Yes, I'd like to. I like bones..." She hesitated, "Not like, like like, but enjoy, think they're kinda cool... find them interesting." By the shell, stop talking. She snapped her mouth firmly shut, and looked at the dragon. Oh the poor creature had been there the whole time with the weight of bones on him.
"I can help." She added, stepping towards the beautiful animal and fumbling with the knots, her fingers not seeming to want to work, what was wrong with them? Finally she was able to free one and carefully placed the bones on the ground, looking at them in curiosity. What were all these bones of? She wondered.