17.Feb.12, 06:04 AM
“Hmm,” R’nd gave another appraisal, taking in not only attire but mannerisms, and even the way Erisi spoke before a smirk appeared, “no, you look like the sort that would look amazing sprawled out naked on a bed of fine materials with his hair tousled free of the binding, fanning out on a pillow.” It was remarkable how well his creative mind could bring that image to life and it wasn’t necessarily a bad image to have at that. It was in that moment that R’nd decided he liked the snippy man that seemed a bit tipsy and had no desire to leave until he was expressly told to. It was possible his little quip about how he viewed Erisi might earn him that dismissal though! But he was willing to chance it and shifted to move from his crouch into a proper sitting position. His pants might come away dirty and with a damp bottom from the ground but if he was lucky, the meeting of this man would make it worth it.
“The Weyr can be a bit of a handful at times, especially when you’re new to the life,” R’nd suspected Erisi of being a Stolen Candidate as they seemed close to the same age and the man hadn’t Stood for the Renewed Hope clutch like he had. It didn’t help that he knew most of the weyrfolk and riders by sight, if not by name as well given his outgoing and friendly personality. But those that were Stolen were a bit harder to deal with, as he had found out during his time as a Candidate. They weren’t too thrilled at being at Katila, which R’nd could understand why but he also knew why it had to be done. It was going to be an unavoidable topic given both of their positions within the Weyr but he was confident in how well he could handle it this time around.
“May I have the honour of knowing your name along with your company for a while this evening? I promise I’m far more entertaining than sitting in silence and won’t beg for a sip of your wine.”
“The Weyr can be a bit of a handful at times, especially when you’re new to the life,” R’nd suspected Erisi of being a Stolen Candidate as they seemed close to the same age and the man hadn’t Stood for the Renewed Hope clutch like he had. It didn’t help that he knew most of the weyrfolk and riders by sight, if not by name as well given his outgoing and friendly personality. But those that were Stolen were a bit harder to deal with, as he had found out during his time as a Candidate. They weren’t too thrilled at being at Katila, which R’nd could understand why but he also knew why it had to be done. It was going to be an unavoidable topic given both of their positions within the Weyr but he was confident in how well he could handle it this time around.
“May I have the honour of knowing your name along with your company for a while this evening? I promise I’m far more entertaining than sitting in silence and won’t beg for a sip of your wine.”