03.Apr.12, 12:53 AM
If Valerian noticed the emotion on her face he didn't say anything, and for that Jada was extremely grateful. In truth, she had no desire to be remembered this time as 'the girl who snots when she blubbers'- since that was probably worse than being remembered as 'Litir's bratty little sister.' Correction: It would, at the least, be a much harder title to live down! She had enough of a handicap being one of the new people in the Weyr! So since the older man didn't say anything about her slight hiccup of composure, she didn't say anything about the way his eyes widened in her direction at the press of her lips to his cheek.
And she didn't pinch his cheek again. (An added bonus, one time only.)
She led him to another door, pushing it open and holding it for him, then another. She caught one of the vials that started to fall, and pointed out little landmarks that she thought he should know as they walked. And when they made it to the Candidate barracks, she pointed out her room and helped him to his. "I appreciate the invitation to stay," she said at last, leaning against the door and announcing her decision, "But I think I'll let you settle in." It was the least she could do, after already talking his ear off. "We know where to find each other, and I would like to catch up sometime soon." A nice way of saying 'I'd like to get to know the person you are now' she supposed, but the phrasing worked either way. People changed in six turns! She knew she had.
Jada stepped back out of the door, giving the young man's cheek a playful look. "I'll try not to pinch you next time," she offered coyly, "but we'll see how that goes. Let me know if I can help, and you'll be able to find me in the Crafthall until dinnertime. No worries on finding your way to the dining hall, just look for the conglomeration of Weyrfolk." Was there anything she'd forgotten? Oh! The Harper set the vial of sand down on the small table, and nodded to her companion. "I'll see you soon!"
It wouldn't take the Candidate long to get back to the crafthall. Jada would have to pick another curtain when she got back, however, one detail running through her mind...
Sub-par decorator indeed! She'd show him...
And she didn't pinch his cheek again. (An added bonus, one time only.)
She led him to another door, pushing it open and holding it for him, then another. She caught one of the vials that started to fall, and pointed out little landmarks that she thought he should know as they walked. And when they made it to the Candidate barracks, she pointed out her room and helped him to his. "I appreciate the invitation to stay," she said at last, leaning against the door and announcing her decision, "But I think I'll let you settle in." It was the least she could do, after already talking his ear off. "We know where to find each other, and I would like to catch up sometime soon." A nice way of saying 'I'd like to get to know the person you are now' she supposed, but the phrasing worked either way. People changed in six turns! She knew she had.
Jada stepped back out of the door, giving the young man's cheek a playful look. "I'll try not to pinch you next time," she offered coyly, "but we'll see how that goes. Let me know if I can help, and you'll be able to find me in the Crafthall until dinnertime. No worries on finding your way to the dining hall, just look for the conglomeration of Weyrfolk." Was there anything she'd forgotten? Oh! The Harper set the vial of sand down on the small table, and nodded to her companion. "I'll see you soon!"
It wouldn't take the Candidate long to get back to the crafthall. Jada would have to pick another curtain when she got back, however, one detail running through her mind...
Sub-par decorator indeed! She'd show him...