18.May.14, 05:40 AM
The man smiled with his back turned, but he knew it could be heard in his tone. She was worried about his tasks? "You certainly aren't doing that, Ali. Vleyth is just a big, jealous baby." He reached for his clothes, pulling on his cropped pants and a light shirt and was turning to look at Ali again when Vleyth whispered in his mind again, She leaves. Do not follow. It was his tone that said he was up to something, so J'tir remained turned away and let the woman walk away without showing that he was aware. She was an obviously anxious woman and he wasn't about to push her - especially after she had probably just gone farther since losing their son than any other time. The man knew better than to pressure a woman, and made a mental note to move slower with her if he saw her again. He sincerly hoped he would. Absently he heard Vleyth rise and leave, and affected not to notice that as well.
Gathering his clothes from around the pool where they had been lain out to dry, he folded them neatly and piled them in the basket. He also closed both containers of cleansing sands and tucked them on top with the brush. It was an unexpected turn of events to see Alicona there, and it was bittersweet, but J'tir was glad that he knew what had happened since their separation years prior. Hefting the basket, the bronzerider headed back toward the Weyrfolk Housing to put away the clothes before he made his way to the Dining Hall. Reaching through the bond he could sense Vleyth searching, probably for the woman, and he let the bronze be. If he wanted to talk to her, J'tir would not stand in his way.
It didn't take long for Vleyth to find where Al'ona had gone, he had watched her back away and walk swiftly in that direction and his huge bulk and long strides quickly outpaced her.Al'ona. What troubles you? he sent, waiting a few paces ahead of her and turning his head sideways a bit, giving him an inquisitive look. He did not want to scare her, so he tried to keep his voice light, welcoming. He had witnessed her chewing worried look, and the rushed dressing. The clearing he had stopped in was large enough for him and left enough room for the woman to escape if she really didn't want to talk to him. Is it something I can help with?
The exchange went unheard by the man, who had made his way back to the Weyr proper. The massive hall that was the housing for all living at Katila loomed ahead of him and he lamented that he had to return to the real world after such an enjoyable time at the hot springs. His stomach, apparently tired of being ignored, rumbled angrily at him again so he quickly dropped off the basket of clean clothes and made his way to the nearest kitchenette. Smells of freshly made klah greeted him and he inhaled deeply, the klah punctuated by the light scent of lavender. J'tir wanted to make it up to the woman, sensing that he had caused her to run, but he didn't want to push, and Vleyth had told him not to follow.
A motherly looking woman, probably as old as himself, smiled warmly at him as he borrowed a mug and poured himself some of the warming drink. "Ya feelin' peckish honn'?" she asked, bustling over in her oversize dressed, "What canna make ya?" chuckling, and deciphering her accent, the bronzerider smiled down at the short, squat woman. "
"I'll take whatever you have handly, and enough for two if it's not too much trouble? There's a pretty lady I aim to take for a picnic at the Lake."
When she started moving quickly around the little kitchen, with more speed than her size would suggest, J'tir sat at a nearby table. He desperately wanted to know what his dragon was doing with Ali, but he refused to interfere. Sometimes Vleyth was more wise than himself in matters such as these, and he trusted his bonded implicitly. The woman, Nary was her name, set a plate of cheese, bread and meat in front of him, chattering that it would take her a little bit to put together his picnic, and that she would loan him her wicker basket to carry it in if he returned it. The bronzerider ate slowly, letting her constant talk flow in one ear and out the other as he waited for Vleyth to summon him.
Gathering his clothes from around the pool where they had been lain out to dry, he folded them neatly and piled them in the basket. He also closed both containers of cleansing sands and tucked them on top with the brush. It was an unexpected turn of events to see Alicona there, and it was bittersweet, but J'tir was glad that he knew what had happened since their separation years prior. Hefting the basket, the bronzerider headed back toward the Weyrfolk Housing to put away the clothes before he made his way to the Dining Hall. Reaching through the bond he could sense Vleyth searching, probably for the woman, and he let the bronze be. If he wanted to talk to her, J'tir would not stand in his way.
It didn't take long for Vleyth to find where Al'ona had gone, he had watched her back away and walk swiftly in that direction and his huge bulk and long strides quickly outpaced her.
The exchange went unheard by the man, who had made his way back to the Weyr proper. The massive hall that was the housing for all living at Katila loomed ahead of him and he lamented that he had to return to the real world after such an enjoyable time at the hot springs. His stomach, apparently tired of being ignored, rumbled angrily at him again so he quickly dropped off the basket of clean clothes and made his way to the nearest kitchenette. Smells of freshly made klah greeted him and he inhaled deeply, the klah punctuated by the light scent of lavender. J'tir wanted to make it up to the woman, sensing that he had caused her to run, but he didn't want to push, and Vleyth had told him not to follow.
A motherly looking woman, probably as old as himself, smiled warmly at him as he borrowed a mug and poured himself some of the warming drink. "Ya feelin' peckish honn'?" she asked, bustling over in her oversize dressed, "What canna make ya?" chuckling, and deciphering her accent, the bronzerider smiled down at the short, squat woman. "
"I'll take whatever you have handly, and enough for two if it's not too much trouble? There's a pretty lady I aim to take for a picnic at the Lake."
When she started moving quickly around the little kitchen, with more speed than her size would suggest, J'tir sat at a nearby table. He desperately wanted to know what his dragon was doing with Ali, but he refused to interfere. Sometimes Vleyth was more wise than himself in matters such as these, and he trusted his bonded implicitly. The woman, Nary was her name, set a plate of cheese, bread and meat in front of him, chattering that it would take her a little bit to put together his picnic, and that she would loan him her wicker basket to carry it in if he returned it. The bronzerider ate slowly, letting her constant talk flow in one ear and out the other as he waited for Vleyth to summon him.