08.Sep.22, 04:05 AM
Just when she thought things had been starting to grow safe… and then more insanity. Mercifully, Neryseth had come through fairly unscathed, if a bit worse for wear due to whatever those herdbeasts had been poisoned with. She was, for the most part, back to her preening self, though she was perfectly content to pull every bit of pity and every favor she could get from the bronze that had won her. Tiberuth had been a near-constant figure, if not at the gold’s side, than at least within eyesight of her.
K’dar on the other hand, had been withdrawn. Not that they’d ever been particularly close, but he did make for good company. He provided a good listening ear, and a fairly level head. It had been horrible, what happened to his girl. The poor man had been getting nothing but trouble lately, more than once becoming a target for whatever nefariousness had been happening. He deserved to have some time to simply breathe, and Lassalla hoped that he was able to get that.
Perhaps it was a feeling, or perhaps it was that Neryseth had been so regularly speaking with the bronze, but Lassalla was glad to find that the younger man had come to be knocking at her weyr door. Crossing from the chair she’d been curled up on, Lassalla opened the door, ushering him inside. The plate looked delicious, and despite her stomach’s displeasure at many meals, likely out of some inner trepidation of eating anything after that disaster of a Flight, it wasn’t turning at the smell. She inhaled deeply, the herbs teasing and inviting, and pursed her lips with a sigh. “Thank you, K’dar. That looks fantastic.”
As she reached to take a couple of plates down from a shelf, she couldn’t help but furrow her brows as he continued. “Is that an apology I hear? Don’t you dare.” She set the plates down with a muffled clatter, turning and placing a hand on her hip as she gave him a pointed look. “You are perfectly, completely allowed to be …distracted… by what happened. Don’t go beating yourself up over taking things slow for a while.” Faranth knew she wouldn’t be the first to push him on with life. It had taken her turns to move past her own mate’s death. Point made, but not wanting to press him into things he might not want to talk about, she picked up the plates once more, offering one to him as she used a fork to move a piece of fish onto her own.
At the mention of Igen, a broad smile verging on a cheeky grin spread across her features, and she nodded lazily. “Indeed I am. I’m looking forward to warmer weather, personally. I think lazy afternoons will be a welcome change compared to the chill around here. Seems like summer only lasts a couple of days up here.”
K’dar on the other hand, had been withdrawn. Not that they’d ever been particularly close, but he did make for good company. He provided a good listening ear, and a fairly level head. It had been horrible, what happened to his girl. The poor man had been getting nothing but trouble lately, more than once becoming a target for whatever nefariousness had been happening. He deserved to have some time to simply breathe, and Lassalla hoped that he was able to get that.
Perhaps it was a feeling, or perhaps it was that Neryseth had been so regularly speaking with the bronze, but Lassalla was glad to find that the younger man had come to be knocking at her weyr door. Crossing from the chair she’d been curled up on, Lassalla opened the door, ushering him inside. The plate looked delicious, and despite her stomach’s displeasure at many meals, likely out of some inner trepidation of eating anything after that disaster of a Flight, it wasn’t turning at the smell. She inhaled deeply, the herbs teasing and inviting, and pursed her lips with a sigh. “Thank you, K’dar. That looks fantastic.”
As she reached to take a couple of plates down from a shelf, she couldn’t help but furrow her brows as he continued. “Is that an apology I hear? Don’t you dare.” She set the plates down with a muffled clatter, turning and placing a hand on her hip as she gave him a pointed look. “You are perfectly, completely allowed to be …distracted… by what happened. Don’t go beating yourself up over taking things slow for a while.” Faranth knew she wouldn’t be the first to push him on with life. It had taken her turns to move past her own mate’s death. Point made, but not wanting to press him into things he might not want to talk about, she picked up the plates once more, offering one to him as she used a fork to move a piece of fish onto her own.
At the mention of Igen, a broad smile verging on a cheeky grin spread across her features, and she nodded lazily. “Indeed I am. I’m looking forward to warmer weather, personally. I think lazy afternoons will be a welcome change compared to the chill around here. Seems like summer only lasts a couple of days up here.”