07.Mar.13, 07:13 PM
This is just like Lytem all over again, Isscer realized with a mental sigh. He had never felt more awkward than he had around Lytem, full of nervous attraction and unable to figure out how to express it. That was one good thing about Flights--in the heat of residual lust, words tended to go out the window. Nevertheless, Isscer flushed when Oahvakeen questioned him, still shy about such frank discussions of sexual relations and sexuality. He had done his bit and fathered a child with a kitchen worker a few years back, but he did prefer men to women when he had a choice. It was strange outside of the Weyr, and he had been careful to hide his relationship with Lytem from his peers, but here bisexuality was very much the norm.
"I... There was a male Lower Caverns worker." Most of it had been a lust-fueled blur of clothing being ripped and torn, and Isscer had come out of it alone, half-naked on the floor of one of the kitchen storerooms. It was hardly romantic, or even memorable--he had quickly learned Flight-driven escapades tended to be forgettable for a variety of reasons. Lifting a shoulder in what he hoped was nonchalance, Isscer forced himself to look at Oahvakeen. "I'm sorry to hear it. I would have gone with you," he admitted, a bit of a rueful smile stealing across his face. "I like red hair."
But whatever companionable feeling Isscer might have been feeling died a horrible, painful death as Oahvakeen's joke (or at least Isscer hoped it was a joke) went over like a lead balloon. Isscer's smile faded into a pinched, annoyed frown, and he snapped, "Since when do smiths Impress?" Never mind the fact that there were probably a few, and perhaps a few former Farmcrafters as well--it didn't matter. "Of course I was Stolen; I sharding never would have volunteered to come here!" Expression settling into a look of annoyance, Isscer pointed out, "I've been here longer than you--nearly six Turns now--and I don't much care about Impressing." He looked around then, to make sure they were alone, but Isscer was too worked up to really care. "I'd rather go home," he whispered, anger quickly fading into a familiar homesick feeling. "I miss snow," he added, anger seemingly forgotten, a sad smile replacing his angry frown.
"I... There was a male Lower Caverns worker." Most of it had been a lust-fueled blur of clothing being ripped and torn, and Isscer had come out of it alone, half-naked on the floor of one of the kitchen storerooms. It was hardly romantic, or even memorable--he had quickly learned Flight-driven escapades tended to be forgettable for a variety of reasons. Lifting a shoulder in what he hoped was nonchalance, Isscer forced himself to look at Oahvakeen. "I'm sorry to hear it. I would have gone with you," he admitted, a bit of a rueful smile stealing across his face. "I like red hair."
But whatever companionable feeling Isscer might have been feeling died a horrible, painful death as Oahvakeen's joke (or at least Isscer hoped it was a joke) went over like a lead balloon. Isscer's smile faded into a pinched, annoyed frown, and he snapped, "Since when do smiths Impress?" Never mind the fact that there were probably a few, and perhaps a few former Farmcrafters as well--it didn't matter. "Of course I was Stolen; I sharding never would have volunteered to come here!" Expression settling into a look of annoyance, Isscer pointed out, "I've been here longer than you--nearly six Turns now--and I don't much care about Impressing." He looked around then, to make sure they were alone, but Isscer was too worked up to really care. "I'd rather go home," he whispered, anger quickly fading into a familiar homesick feeling. "I miss snow," he added, anger seemingly forgotten, a sad smile replacing his angry frown.