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02.Apr.13, 01:57 PM
The drama heightened. His distraction hadn't worked and he felt miserable with the thick arguments and backstories and hatreds that he would never understand. There was too much going on for him to even pick out one thing and focus on it. He cowered and tried to make himself small. He nearly fell asleep simply because he was being still.
When he came to his senses, some music had started playing. The two girls he'd run into at the kitchen were both there, Rhaedalyn and Kathleena. If they were going to dance, it would take him away from this stuffy table with all their men and their pissing match. It was a sausage fest at this table. Rhaedalyn looked like she was talking to someone else. And Kathleena, the only other female he knew? Another man was asking him for her hand to dance.
He groaned audibly as R'nd offered a dance to Kathleena. The early bird gets the worm... Their meeting had been awkward anyways, but the way that Kathleena mimicked his awkwardness helped him to feel comforted.
He remembered he knew another woman. He got up and pitifully crossed the floor and stood by R'ana. Or at least, who he thought was R'ana. He was tired.
"R'ana...", he began. Oh wait, they didn't have honorifics anymore. "I don't know your name...", he tried. This wasn't going very well. He gulped. "Dance with me?"
As if the invitation wasn't enough, he began to talk again. "I have to get away from that table. Too many angry men." If many of the men were angry, it meant that Katila weyr's men cared for their women and didn't want to see them stripped of honorifics. Katila cared about its women.
When he came to his senses, some music had started playing. The two girls he'd run into at the kitchen were both there, Rhaedalyn and Kathleena. If they were going to dance, it would take him away from this stuffy table with all their men and their pissing match. It was a sausage fest at this table. Rhaedalyn looked like she was talking to someone else. And Kathleena, the only other female he knew? Another man was asking him for her hand to dance.
He groaned audibly as R'nd offered a dance to Kathleena. The early bird gets the worm... Their meeting had been awkward anyways, but the way that Kathleena mimicked his awkwardness helped him to feel comforted.
He remembered he knew another woman. He got up and pitifully crossed the floor and stood by R'ana. Or at least, who he thought was R'ana. He was tired.
"R'ana...", he began. Oh wait, they didn't have honorifics anymore. "I don't know your name...", he tried. This wasn't going very well. He gulped. "Dance with me?"
As if the invitation wasn't enough, he began to talk again. "I have to get away from that table. Too many angry men." If many of the men were angry, it meant that Katila weyr's men cared for their women and didn't want to see them stripped of honorifics. Katila cared about its women.
