05.Jul.13, 10:38 PM
Peorray had a long-standing rule of not drinking alcohol. Never had she been more grateful for that rule when Grith's blaring voice had her jumping out of a sound sleep. She glanced around wildly for a moment, confused to wake out of the familiar surroundings of her own bed, before she took in the still-sleeping lump at her side and relaxed with a soft smile.
Last night had been lovely. When she'd first met M'din six months ago, she'd never thought she would agree to be his weyrmate by Turn's End. It was a risk in some ways. While she didn't doubt the man himself, she was well aware her own future remained uncertain. If she Impressed (today, it could be today, an insistent voice piped up), it would put a certain strain on their relationship. But she hadn't succeeded at that task in the four Turns she'd been here. She couldn't put her life on hold for something that might never happen. And M'din would understand, if it did. He was good at that.
He was also apparently good at sleeping. Peorray knew that she had to get going, but she wasn't going to leave without a proper goodbye kiss. For luck. Besides, after the celebrations yesterday, she was willing to bet that rousing and sobering the other candidates would take enough time that someone already-coherent would have no trouble getting there in time. She dug an elbow into M'din's side, vaguely surprised that Armath hadn't already gotten his rider moving. The brown had always struck her as a highly capable soul. "M'din! The eggs are hatching! I'm sorry, but I've got to go."
Last night had been lovely. When she'd first met M'din six months ago, she'd never thought she would agree to be his weyrmate by Turn's End. It was a risk in some ways. While she didn't doubt the man himself, she was well aware her own future remained uncertain. If she Impressed (today, it could be today, an insistent voice piped up), it would put a certain strain on their relationship. But she hadn't succeeded at that task in the four Turns she'd been here. She couldn't put her life on hold for something that might never happen. And M'din would understand, if it did. He was good at that.
He was also apparently good at sleeping. Peorray knew that she had to get going, but she wasn't going to leave without a proper goodbye kiss. For luck. Besides, after the celebrations yesterday, she was willing to bet that rousing and sobering the other candidates would take enough time that someone already-coherent would have no trouble getting there in time. She dug an elbow into M'din's side, vaguely surprised that Armath hadn't already gotten his rider moving. The brown had always struck her as a highly capable soul. "M'din! The eggs are hatching! I'm sorry, but I've got to go."