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01.Jan.13, 06:45 PM
Rhaedalyn didn’t know what to do.
B’jin had held an embarrassing class on sexual relations and almost made it abundantly clear that virgins would never be allowed on the Sands so long as he was Weyrlingmaster. From the laughter and bragging that followed, she decided nearly all of her classmates were experienced. No doubt she was actually the only virgin still left in their group. She had been so embarrassed that a look around the class wasn’t an option as she stared at her hands folded neatly in her lap. It had to be obvious what her status was given the reaction she’d given with the blush but also how she behaved on a regular basis. Sleeping around just wasn’t something that appealed to her.
After the class she had asked B’jin for the list of suitable men that would help her but it took several hours before she could read the names. Crying into her pillow had been far more important, as was silently seething at B’jin. How could he do this to her! When the names were read, Rhaedalyn didn’t like the options and tried to make her own list while poking at her dinner that night. It was obviously the perfect opening to approach Z’ia but could she really do that? He might see her as a simple whore only out for sex instead of a sweet woman that wanted her first time to be special and with her mate. Most of the meal was spent agonizing over that debate until R’nya walked by. He could work, couldn’t he?
R’nya was a perfect example of a bronzerider and his quietness had to mean he was sensitive and shy like she was! But she couldn’t approach him that night. Time had to be given to come up with the best way to word everything and find a chance to speak with him. Unfortunately when that time came, it had been a disaster on every level that ended in pure rejection. It had been devastating and embarrassing and all Rhaedalyn wanted to do was find a little hole to hide in. No way was this method of approaching people going to work!
Several days later an idea struck her when Indivara was spotted tidying up a room in the Crafting Hall. Rhaedalyn had been on her way in to work on mending some more clothes for some of the riders that didn’t know how to thread a needle since it made her feel useful and gave her something to focus on. But Indivara’s simple presence changed every goal for that day. They had never really talked all that much since they had such different interests and views on so many things but that was what Rhaedalyn needed right then and sucked up all her courage to try another approach on a topic that most people didn’t see the issue with but was rather sensitive to her.
“Hi, Indivara. Um, do you have a few minutes to talk? I… I think I need your help with something.” Without waiting for confirmation, Rhaedalyn stepped inside the room and shut the door behind her, hoping no one would overhear them. A hopeful expression was then given to the younger woman. Indivara wouldn’t turn her down, right? She had to help, she had to!
B’jin had held an embarrassing class on sexual relations and almost made it abundantly clear that virgins would never be allowed on the Sands so long as he was Weyrlingmaster. From the laughter and bragging that followed, she decided nearly all of her classmates were experienced. No doubt she was actually the only virgin still left in their group. She had been so embarrassed that a look around the class wasn’t an option as she stared at her hands folded neatly in her lap. It had to be obvious what her status was given the reaction she’d given with the blush but also how she behaved on a regular basis. Sleeping around just wasn’t something that appealed to her.
After the class she had asked B’jin for the list of suitable men that would help her but it took several hours before she could read the names. Crying into her pillow had been far more important, as was silently seething at B’jin. How could he do this to her! When the names were read, Rhaedalyn didn’t like the options and tried to make her own list while poking at her dinner that night. It was obviously the perfect opening to approach Z’ia but could she really do that? He might see her as a simple whore only out for sex instead of a sweet woman that wanted her first time to be special and with her mate. Most of the meal was spent agonizing over that debate until R’nya walked by. He could work, couldn’t he?
R’nya was a perfect example of a bronzerider and his quietness had to mean he was sensitive and shy like she was! But she couldn’t approach him that night. Time had to be given to come up with the best way to word everything and find a chance to speak with him. Unfortunately when that time came, it had been a disaster on every level that ended in pure rejection. It had been devastating and embarrassing and all Rhaedalyn wanted to do was find a little hole to hide in. No way was this method of approaching people going to work!
Several days later an idea struck her when Indivara was spotted tidying up a room in the Crafting Hall. Rhaedalyn had been on her way in to work on mending some more clothes for some of the riders that didn’t know how to thread a needle since it made her feel useful and gave her something to focus on. But Indivara’s simple presence changed every goal for that day. They had never really talked all that much since they had such different interests and views on so many things but that was what Rhaedalyn needed right then and sucked up all her courage to try another approach on a topic that most people didn’t see the issue with but was rather sensitive to her.
“Hi, Indivara. Um, do you have a few minutes to talk? I… I think I need your help with something.” Without waiting for confirmation, Rhaedalyn stepped inside the room and shut the door behind her, hoping no one would overhear them. A hopeful expression was then given to the younger woman. Indivara wouldn’t turn her down, right? She had to help, she had to!
