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02.Feb.21, 06:24 PM
She did feel a bit self conscious over the whole Healer Hall thing, but she was grateful for the opportunity to Impress as quickly as possible. She was glad of the current physical activity, it hid the embarrassed flush to her face well.
The words had been out of her mouth before she had much of a chance to stop them. Apparently she was still a bit bitter about that whole situation, she thought to herself, or she wouldn’t have brought it up. She had offered the information freely, though, so it was a bit much to hope that he’d just ignore the remark about her intended setup. But, alas, no. Of course it was his next question. She smiled ruefully, more to herself and her lack of mind-to-mouth filter. No matter. She wasn’t shy. “No, no, it’s fine. It was…implied, but never finalized.”
Still feeling a bit guilty for leaving that poor boy back at the station that day, she offered a bit more explanation, but crafted the response a bit more carefully than the initial blurt of random information. “He was agreeable enough, but marriage means babies, and that…” She grimaced, wrinkling her nose, trying to play it off as lighter than it actually was for her. She gave him a wry smile before shaking her head. “Pass. Don’t get me wrong, I like them, I just…don’t want any.” Which was mostly true. She couldn’t stomach the idea of going through a repeat of that ordeal from those turns ago. No kids for herself.
She thought on his question for a moment, a few strides going by without a word. What else did she enjoy? “Well, I’m learning leather working. I do enjoy that…” She bit her lip in thought as she went over other activities, her face splitting into a wide grin. “And music! Dancing! That’s probably what I miss the most, if anything, about the station. On warm evenings in the summer, Father would play, Mother would sing, and we, along with any other Runners at the station would spend the night outside dancing and singing along. Sure, the Weyr has entertainment some evenings, and Gathers from time to time, but it’s not quite the same.” She shrugged. “I wish there were more opportunities for it here.”
Up ahead, the trace split, one direction circling around a small hill, out of sight, and the other looking like it would loop back toward the hold road. She raised an eyebrow, letting D’nei decide which way he’d like to go.
The words had been out of her mouth before she had much of a chance to stop them. Apparently she was still a bit bitter about that whole situation, she thought to herself, or she wouldn’t have brought it up. She had offered the information freely, though, so it was a bit much to hope that he’d just ignore the remark about her intended setup. But, alas, no. Of course it was his next question. She smiled ruefully, more to herself and her lack of mind-to-mouth filter. No matter. She wasn’t shy. “No, no, it’s fine. It was…implied, but never finalized.”
Still feeling a bit guilty for leaving that poor boy back at the station that day, she offered a bit more explanation, but crafted the response a bit more carefully than the initial blurt of random information. “He was agreeable enough, but marriage means babies, and that…” She grimaced, wrinkling her nose, trying to play it off as lighter than it actually was for her. She gave him a wry smile before shaking her head. “Pass. Don’t get me wrong, I like them, I just…don’t want any.” Which was mostly true. She couldn’t stomach the idea of going through a repeat of that ordeal from those turns ago. No kids for herself.
She thought on his question for a moment, a few strides going by without a word. What else did she enjoy? “Well, I’m learning leather working. I do enjoy that…” She bit her lip in thought as she went over other activities, her face splitting into a wide grin. “And music! Dancing! That’s probably what I miss the most, if anything, about the station. On warm evenings in the summer, Father would play, Mother would sing, and we, along with any other Runners at the station would spend the night outside dancing and singing along. Sure, the Weyr has entertainment some evenings, and Gathers from time to time, but it’s not quite the same.” She shrugged. “I wish there were more opportunities for it here.”
Up ahead, the trace split, one direction circling around a small hill, out of sight, and the other looking like it would loop back toward the hold road. She raised an eyebrow, letting D’nei decide which way he’d like to go.
