14.May.22, 12:23 PM
A’tay laughed at the kiss to his cheek, wondering what had M’quel in such a great mood that day. It couldn’t have been just tending to her dragon since that was a task even with the smaller ones—though he had to admit the satisfaction of a job well done and how content Xyxyth was after, did make all the pains worth it. Whatever the reason, he was glad for it. M’quel had been through so much since Impressing Zezeth and she more than deserved and earned a smooth patch, one that hopefully lasted for quite a long time.
His smile somehow managed to stay in place when the mood shifted just enough to cause an eyebrow to lift. He was a professional people-watcher and saw the change in M’quel from friendly to flirty, maybe even seductive. He swallowed, trying to compose himself even as M’quel realised she had the wrong blonde bronzerider and glanced away embarrassed. That was fine. That was proof of what he suspected about their friendship and he couldn’t even be mad about how she teased him since he had been trying to set a trap. He didn’t even know why he cared that neither she nor T’ryn had mentioned their public time together. He wasn’t dating M’quel and he wasn’t either of their keeper, so they could do what they wanted. Maybe it was just a courtesy thing given his connection to both. Really, he had to get over such things and just enjoy being with his friend.
A’tay softly cleared his throat and pretended like he didn’t notice the innuendo in the words or the shock on her face. Instead he smiled even more brightly as he proclaimed, “that’s why you’re going to be the best Healer the Weyrs have even seen, DiDi! You’re always going to know what your patients need and the best way to help them.” He gave her side a little poke, knowing how ticklish she could be with the right spot and touch combination. He wanted to make her giggle, to get over her slip up, and find her usual confident stride again.
Giving her a moment to collect herself, A’tay took her hand and gave it a little tug as he sat down on the grass, wanting her to join him. “C’mon, tell me more about helping in the infirmary and what you’ve been up to lately. Letters are fun but not the same.”
His smile somehow managed to stay in place when the mood shifted just enough to cause an eyebrow to lift. He was a professional people-watcher and saw the change in M’quel from friendly to flirty, maybe even seductive. He swallowed, trying to compose himself even as M’quel realised she had the wrong blonde bronzerider and glanced away embarrassed. That was fine. That was proof of what he suspected about their friendship and he couldn’t even be mad about how she teased him since he had been trying to set a trap. He didn’t even know why he cared that neither she nor T’ryn had mentioned their public time together. He wasn’t dating M’quel and he wasn’t either of their keeper, so they could do what they wanted. Maybe it was just a courtesy thing given his connection to both. Really, he had to get over such things and just enjoy being with his friend.
A’tay softly cleared his throat and pretended like he didn’t notice the innuendo in the words or the shock on her face. Instead he smiled even more brightly as he proclaimed, “that’s why you’re going to be the best Healer the Weyrs have even seen, DiDi! You’re always going to know what your patients need and the best way to help them.” He gave her side a little poke, knowing how ticklish she could be with the right spot and touch combination. He wanted to make her giggle, to get over her slip up, and find her usual confident stride again.
Giving her a moment to collect herself, A’tay took her hand and gave it a little tug as he sat down on the grass, wanting her to join him. “C’mon, tell me more about helping in the infirmary and what you’ve been up to lately. Letters are fun but not the same.”