19.Aug.13, 11:14 PM
"Oh, well, if it's like that and you really want to cook for me," V'riy teased, grinning mischievously. He tempered his joke with a winning smile. "Really, I'd love for you to cook something if you have the time. I… prefer not to eat in the communal kitchens."
V'riy left it at that. He wasn't about to go into all the things that were going through his head. Explaining everything to Arddra would take much longer than the time left on their walk. The bronzerider considered it a far wiser course to let their relationship develop further before he started elaborating on the political scheming that went on at Katila and his barely-hatched plans. Frankly, he admitted privately to himself, he wasn't sure he understood it completely yet anyway.
"No, I don't miss the cold at Benden either," the man confided in a wistful tone with a slight emphasis on the word cold. "That's one of the reasons I can cook stew," he chuckled. "Oh, here we are," he stated, gesturing to the Weyrfolk Hall and the Candidate Barracks. He thought she would probably be living in the Barracks, but he wasn't sure, since some of them did move into the Hall when there wasn't an imminent Hatching.
The bronzerider turned his body toward Arddra as Morith landed neatly in the clearing behind them and folded his wings. In the evening moonlight it was harder to see the rich bronze coloring of his hide. He approached the pair and paused behind V'riy, poking his head around his rider's side. Without ever looking behind him, V'riy reached up to rub Morith behind his head knobs.
"So, when you're up for your first lesson about dragons, let me know," the older man said, smiling at her. He paused, unsure of how to see her off, and waited for her response.
V'riy left it at that. He wasn't about to go into all the things that were going through his head. Explaining everything to Arddra would take much longer than the time left on their walk. The bronzerider considered it a far wiser course to let their relationship develop further before he started elaborating on the political scheming that went on at Katila and his barely-hatched plans. Frankly, he admitted privately to himself, he wasn't sure he understood it completely yet anyway.
"No, I don't miss the cold at Benden either," the man confided in a wistful tone with a slight emphasis on the word cold. "That's one of the reasons I can cook stew," he chuckled. "Oh, here we are," he stated, gesturing to the Weyrfolk Hall and the Candidate Barracks. He thought she would probably be living in the Barracks, but he wasn't sure, since some of them did move into the Hall when there wasn't an imminent Hatching.
The bronzerider turned his body toward Arddra as Morith landed neatly in the clearing behind them and folded his wings. In the evening moonlight it was harder to see the rich bronze coloring of his hide. He approached the pair and paused behind V'riy, poking his head around his rider's side. Without ever looking behind him, V'riy reached up to rub Morith behind his head knobs.
"So, when you're up for your first lesson about dragons, let me know," the older man said, smiling at her. He paused, unsure of how to see her off, and waited for her response.