08.Aug.13, 10:20 PM
V'riy was silent for a few moments as he carefully considered how best to respond. He made a show of stirring his stew as he gathered his thoughts, and took another sip of the hearty stew. After a time, he placed his spoon to the side of the bowl and clasped his hands together on the table. What he really wanted to do was hold her hand to show his sincerity but he didn't want her to draw the wrong conclusions about his motivations for having her stay for dinner.
When he finally answered her, his voice was soft and full of gentleness. "I'm sure they do miss you, Arddra, and wonder where you are." His hazel-brown eyes had locked with hers, and his expression was full of compassion. He held her gaze for a moment longer before lowering his eyes to the table. Briefly, he considered telling her his position on the kidnapping incident, thinking that it might provide her some small comfort, but he ruled against it. Their friendship was too new for him to share any particularly sensitive information.
Raising his eyes to hers, he put the big-brotherly smile back on again. "If you don't Impress, you may stay at the Weyr. There are other duties that you could fulfill beyond being partnered to a dragon. But you may also go home if you wish… " V'riy's voice trailed off, wondering when the ridiculous ban at flying North would be lifted so that dragonriders could rejoin the rest of the world and the people they were sworn to protect.
"You want to Impress a Gold? Hmm. Is that because you want to do what's expected of you now, or because it's what you want?" V'riy paused, waiting expectantly for her answer, and tilted his head, eyeing her with curiosity. Of course he knew that she wanted a Gold for herself; Morith had told him all about her dream. What he really wanted was for her to admit it. That would be progress.
When he finally answered her, his voice was soft and full of gentleness. "I'm sure they do miss you, Arddra, and wonder where you are." His hazel-brown eyes had locked with hers, and his expression was full of compassion. He held her gaze for a moment longer before lowering his eyes to the table. Briefly, he considered telling her his position on the kidnapping incident, thinking that it might provide her some small comfort, but he ruled against it. Their friendship was too new for him to share any particularly sensitive information.
Raising his eyes to hers, he put the big-brotherly smile back on again. "If you don't Impress, you may stay at the Weyr. There are other duties that you could fulfill beyond being partnered to a dragon. But you may also go home if you wish… " V'riy's voice trailed off, wondering when the ridiculous ban at flying North would be lifted so that dragonriders could rejoin the rest of the world and the people they were sworn to protect.
"You want to Impress a Gold? Hmm. Is that because you want to do what's expected of you now, or because it's what you want?" V'riy paused, waiting expectantly for her answer, and tilted his head, eyeing her with curiosity. Of course he knew that she wanted a Gold for herself; Morith had told him all about her dream. What he really wanted was for her to admit it. That would be progress.