01.Feb.20, 12:40 PM
She laughed a little with his candor about Flights, though not at him. “This is only my second, so I hardly have a lot to go off of. But I agree they are unsettling.” She wasn’t someone who enjoyed being out of control, and didn’t think he did either. Helyna set the spindle aside after carefully ensuring the twist wouldn’t creep into her undrafted fibers, and reached for her glass.
She could see the affection for his mate and it tempered her reactions to him. Not that she’d admit it, but she had taken care to find out what she could about him after the last Flight, especially once the Weyrleaders had firmly insisted on knowing the clutch’s sire. Headstrong and arrogant--what young bronzrider wasn’t--but also with a good deal of potential and ambition. Not limited by the loss of an arm. And apparently a good enough actor that most here thought the rumors of him mated to a bluerider were nonsense.
A slight flush crept over her face at the teasing over her choice of wine and her spine stiffened as she rose to the bait. “So what if we do; why would I waste the good stuff on a harsh winter night like this? Besides,” she looked away, not quite comfortable meeting his eyes suddenly, “it was a friend’s favorite, and it reminds me of home.” Helyna looked back over, trying to find a way to get her own back. “Do you want a drink or not? Or will anything less than a Benden white burn your sharp tongue?”
She could see the affection for his mate and it tempered her reactions to him. Not that she’d admit it, but she had taken care to find out what she could about him after the last Flight, especially once the Weyrleaders had firmly insisted on knowing the clutch’s sire. Headstrong and arrogant--what young bronzrider wasn’t--but also with a good deal of potential and ambition. Not limited by the loss of an arm. And apparently a good enough actor that most here thought the rumors of him mated to a bluerider were nonsense.
A slight flush crept over her face at the teasing over her choice of wine and her spine stiffened as she rose to the bait. “So what if we do; why would I waste the good stuff on a harsh winter night like this? Besides,” she looked away, not quite comfortable meeting his eyes suddenly, “it was a friend’s favorite, and it reminds me of home.” Helyna looked back over, trying to find a way to get her own back. “Do you want a drink or not? Or will anything less than a Benden white burn your sharp tongue?”