24.Dec.20, 03:59 AM
She said yes!
The thought rang in his head as she pulled him to his feet, and he eagerly returned the kiss. A whole new flood of fears and worries washed over him, about his mastery, about her or Zarel or both of them Impressing, about Flights, about the Weyr and…just everything, but they lessened somewhat, as he’d have her by his side through them all. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and murmuring against her hair, kissing the top of her head.
No matter. No matter to any of it. It was all char in the wind for now; the trace beneath his feet and disappearing behind him. He’d spend the next few years working toward his Mastery, and spend his spare time here, building this little hold…He gave her a squeeze and released her, smiling like a kid. “I have to show you my plans for this place…”
He went to the table and pulled out the tube he’d stored his drawings in, revealing a rough floor plan for the little threadshelter. He waved her over, delicately slipping the dainty blue piece onto her finger before he flattened out his plans. “Now, any suggestions are more than welcome.” He pointed to each proposed area as he mentioned them. “That wall outside, is here…and that will be the bedroom. I plan to extend this wall out, and a workbench for you…here…to catch the most sunlight.” He smiled at her, watching her face light up at the possibilities this little space held. “The hillside can be carved out and a roof built, eventually walls, perhaps, too, to accommodate a dragon, should Impression be made. Of course, I don’t expect you to leave the Weyr, but this…” He shrugged, an almost embarrassed expression taking over. “I’ve never been one to ask something without being able to offer something in return, however small it may be. This can be a home, or just a little escape. Whatever you like. Any ideas?”
The thought rang in his head as she pulled him to his feet, and he eagerly returned the kiss. A whole new flood of fears and worries washed over him, about his mastery, about her or Zarel or both of them Impressing, about Flights, about the Weyr and…just everything, but they lessened somewhat, as he’d have her by his side through them all. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and murmuring against her hair, kissing the top of her head.
No matter. No matter to any of it. It was all char in the wind for now; the trace beneath his feet and disappearing behind him. He’d spend the next few years working toward his Mastery, and spend his spare time here, building this little hold…He gave her a squeeze and released her, smiling like a kid. “I have to show you my plans for this place…”
He went to the table and pulled out the tube he’d stored his drawings in, revealing a rough floor plan for the little threadshelter. He waved her over, delicately slipping the dainty blue piece onto her finger before he flattened out his plans. “Now, any suggestions are more than welcome.” He pointed to each proposed area as he mentioned them. “That wall outside, is here…and that will be the bedroom. I plan to extend this wall out, and a workbench for you…here…to catch the most sunlight.” He smiled at her, watching her face light up at the possibilities this little space held. “The hillside can be carved out and a roof built, eventually walls, perhaps, too, to accommodate a dragon, should Impression be made. Of course, I don’t expect you to leave the Weyr, but this…” He shrugged, an almost embarrassed expression taking over. “I’ve never been one to ask something without being able to offer something in return, however small it may be. This can be a home, or just a little escape. Whatever you like. Any ideas?”