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24.Nov.12, 05:51 AM
"Here," S'kef said. He knew the choice in question was counter-intuitive and perhaps surprising to his partner. S'kef wasn't actually sure how to explain without saying too much too loudly, but he trusted his pet to trust him and obey.
The hall was quickly emptying. By the time they finished eating, it would be empty and most of the weyr would be home. S'kef and this 'friend' stood a much greater chance of being noticed if one made an uncharacteristic trip to the other's weyr than if he simply stayed put, in the dark, where no one would wander by and even if they did they weren't likely to look twice. There were often late night drinkers in the dining hall. Who would waste the energy to glance a second time and identify them?
But Tyrrisath coming to visit? Or someone unusual visiting S'kef? Someone would take notice. They would be too curious and gossip-hungry to resist, and S'kef refused to allow the association.
S'kef leaned forward, lightly placing one hand on J'ver's cheek. "Take your time with your meal and our conversation, my pet. Once you are tired, go and send your friend to me. I will be brief, and then follow soon after. I say we give the neighbors something to gossip about tonight, if they intend to be so nosy..." The comment was just a much a hint at his motives for a public meeting as it was flirtation. The brownrider smiled. "And I do trust that if you notice any Talians on your way out, that you'll kindly escort them home."
Shards, he almost hoped it happened. He was in an aggressive mood, and he'd love to have some punk to take it out on. A broken bone or two would shut them up and relieve so much tension. This was, of course, just a wandering daydream. The brownrider knew that everything needed to go perfectly. It must, and it would. They'd made many mistakes already, but they had learned from each one.
The hall was quickly emptying. By the time they finished eating, it would be empty and most of the weyr would be home. S'kef and this 'friend' stood a much greater chance of being noticed if one made an uncharacteristic trip to the other's weyr than if he simply stayed put, in the dark, where no one would wander by and even if they did they weren't likely to look twice. There were often late night drinkers in the dining hall. Who would waste the energy to glance a second time and identify them?
But Tyrrisath coming to visit? Or someone unusual visiting S'kef? Someone would take notice. They would be too curious and gossip-hungry to resist, and S'kef refused to allow the association.
S'kef leaned forward, lightly placing one hand on J'ver's cheek. "Take your time with your meal and our conversation, my pet. Once you are tired, go and send your friend to me. I will be brief, and then follow soon after. I say we give the neighbors something to gossip about tonight, if they intend to be so nosy..." The comment was just a much a hint at his motives for a public meeting as it was flirtation. The brownrider smiled. "And I do trust that if you notice any Talians on your way out, that you'll kindly escort them home."
Shards, he almost hoped it happened. He was in an aggressive mood, and he'd love to have some punk to take it out on. A broken bone or two would shut them up and relieve so much tension. This was, of course, just a wandering daydream. The brownrider knew that everything needed to go perfectly. It must, and it would. They'd made many mistakes already, but they had learned from each one.
