05.May.20, 12:41 AM
Aederyn bristled slightly as his dismissiveness of her Craft. A simple ‘no, thank you’ would have been sufficient, but he had to bring up the dragons and their incredible ability to take them and anything with them between one place and another in the time it took to cough. Careful to school her expression and keep it neutral, if pleasant, she shrugged. Everyone had a place on Pern.
He suggested talking over a meal and she hesitated. He’d seen through her lame excuses as though looking through well-made glass. Something about the brushing off of herself and then the sudden friendliness to offer food and drink didn’t quite sit well with her. Perhaps it was just her sudden uneasiness and alarm of being caught somewhere she didn’t necessarily need to be…
He seemed to want something, too, though she wasn’t sure what. She recognized it as the same feeling when a holder asked if she’d been through a specific part of the continent or when someone ‘happened’ to run into her after hearing she’d come from a particular hold. This was a different flavor of that same thing, but it was still familiar.
She was being silly. Overthinking. The thoughts danced around in her head and she wasn’t sure which ones to trust. Surely, if someone were a part of a Weyr, they were at least reasonable. Her lips quirked in a tight smile and she nodded. The possibility of speaking to an unbiased listener was quite welcoming. She wouldn’t spill her life story unnecessarily, but to be able to just…talk…and to be heard…She told herself that she would tread carefully, with her thoughts as well as her feet, always following the Runners’ creed. She followed his gesture toward the doorway. “Thanks, I’d appreciate the refreshment. My name is Aederyn, by the way.”
He suggested talking over a meal and she hesitated. He’d seen through her lame excuses as though looking through well-made glass. Something about the brushing off of herself and then the sudden friendliness to offer food and drink didn’t quite sit well with her. Perhaps it was just her sudden uneasiness and alarm of being caught somewhere she didn’t necessarily need to be…
He seemed to want something, too, though she wasn’t sure what. She recognized it as the same feeling when a holder asked if she’d been through a specific part of the continent or when someone ‘happened’ to run into her after hearing she’d come from a particular hold. This was a different flavor of that same thing, but it was still familiar.
She was being silly. Overthinking. The thoughts danced around in her head and she wasn’t sure which ones to trust. Surely, if someone were a part of a Weyr, they were at least reasonable. Her lips quirked in a tight smile and she nodded. The possibility of speaking to an unbiased listener was quite welcoming. She wouldn’t spill her life story unnecessarily, but to be able to just…talk…and to be heard…She told herself that she would tread carefully, with her thoughts as well as her feet, always following the Runners’ creed. She followed his gesture toward the doorway. “Thanks, I’d appreciate the refreshment. My name is Aederyn, by the way.”