24.Jan.21, 02:09 PM
Quinvalis gave a short laugh at how Zelana defended baths but not everything else he had listed. He really was pathetic—baths excluded, he supposed. He didn’t really want to tell her that he read whatever was available. Histories were the most popular thing on the shelves in any Weyr and while he knew there were fun books out there, they weren’t as plentiful or easy to find, even in some Holds. So he just shook his head, indicating he didn’t feel like talking about it further.
But she was insistent on getting to know him or prove to herself that Mylorah hadn’t set her on a piece of wood for friendship while she was in Fort. “Look, you seem nice and I don’t doubt that you’re genuinely friendly and like this to everyone but you don’t need to do this with me. To me. I already feel bad because you constantly have compliments and even wanted to learn more from me and I… just don’t have anything in me. I sought out Cazan so I could ask her if I could help her oil Malvayth. That’s the type of person I am. I don’t…”
Quinvalis trailed off when his voice cracked and vision started blurring with unshed tears. Great, just great. Now he was going to cry in front of this girl? The day couldn’t be any better! All he wanted was to be the best person he could be and not let anyone down. He tried to help, prove his worth to the Weyr that took him in and to the Weyrleader that he viewed as a father-figure. He didn’t have time for hobbies or doing anything for himself. He had to keep moving, had to keep helping. Otherwise, there was nothing. No point to his existence.
But she was insistent on getting to know him or prove to herself that Mylorah hadn’t set her on a piece of wood for friendship while she was in Fort. “Look, you seem nice and I don’t doubt that you’re genuinely friendly and like this to everyone but you don’t need to do this with me. To me. I already feel bad because you constantly have compliments and even wanted to learn more from me and I… just don’t have anything in me. I sought out Cazan so I could ask her if I could help her oil Malvayth. That’s the type of person I am. I don’t…”
Quinvalis trailed off when his voice cracked and vision started blurring with unshed tears. Great, just great. Now he was going to cry in front of this girl? The day couldn’t be any better! All he wanted was to be the best person he could be and not let anyone down. He tried to help, prove his worth to the Weyr that took him in and to the Weyrleader that he viewed as a father-figure. He didn’t have time for hobbies or doing anything for himself. He had to keep moving, had to keep helping. Otherwise, there was nothing. No point to his existence.