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26.Jan.12, 01:35 AM
"Indi!" Kerrin called to the girl who had (literally) thrown herself bodily into their conversation, his tension melting away in an instant as he smiled warmly in greeting to her despite his knowledge of the child's distaste for the nickname by which he'd just addressed her. It went without saying that her objections on that front only encouraged him - as fellow weyrbrats of the worst degree, there was naturally an unspoken understanding that they would give each other a hard time whenever possible. But even with his frequent teasing of the rambunctious youngster, he felt an undeniable fondness for the little brat who reminded him so much of himself at that age. Ah, to be so young and free again!
Actually, nevermind. He was glad he was older and knew better than to make a terrible embarrassment of himself at a Gather (the wine-tasting fiasco of moments before notwithstanding), because Faranth's golden hide was that a grass stain on the girl's gorgeous frock? "By the Egg, girl, what have you done to that beautiful dress?" Kerrin cried in dismay, immediately kneeling to inspect the damage, taking a corner of the lovely blue fabric in his free hand and frowning at what he saw. Tree sap! Grass and dirt was one thing, it could be removed with plenty of hearty scrubbing, but sap too? That was just... well, it was a shame.
Sighing in resignation, Kerrin picked a stray bit of twig from the petticoat and tossed it aside, before clearing away the worst of the dirt smudges with a quick series of pats to its voluminous ruffles. It was the most he could do for the clearly ruined garment. And cared to do, anyway, because he hadn't made the dress and he wasn't wearing it either, so it wasn't really his concern. He was aware, vaguely, of the child's barrage of questions to the dragonrider as Kerrin stood once more, the young man he smirked as it dawned on him that she had, in her own childish way, been championing him against Ph'yn's very inconsiderate absent-mindedness. "I wouldn't worry too much about that, little one. I'm sure he knows you. And he probably just didn't recognize me, since I've gotten so manly and handsome lately." At that the boy struck a pose for the girl's benefit, chin held between thumb and forefinger as he gazed off into the distance and pursed his lips in what he imagined to be a very dashing manner.
In doing so, however, the easily-distracted youth caught sight of something unusual from the corner of his eye - an unfamiliar woman, Stolen no doubt - dark-skinned, petite, and very beautiful. Very beautiful indeed! And while it might have been her slight stature that gave her such a youthful appearance, he guessed that she wasn't much older than himself. He would have to catch up with her sometime over the course of the evening, he decided, and give her a proper welcome. The adults around Katila could be so stuffy sometimes... with the exception of the greenriders, of course. They were always interesting.
Though by the looks of it, it seemed as if that winemaker guy had already staked some sort of claim on the new arrival... perhaps--
Just as his imagination was beginning to trail off in the direction of some juicy new gossip, Kerrin's thoughts were put to a screeching halt by Indivara's breathless question to the unsuspecting Ph'yn. Whoah, hold on there!
"Whoah, hold on," Kerrin repeated his mental voice, amber eyes widening and alight with interest as his full and undivided attention turned back to the bronzerider and the little girl who clung to him. A grin crossed his lips as his mind jumped to the most obvious assumption. "A name for what now? With whom?" The youth finished this interrogation with a slow sip of the wine he still held, an amused and sparkling gaze trained unwaveringly on the older man all the while - and he was certain the action would have added a nice dramatic effect, too, had he not momentarily forgotten the bitterness of the drink that soon made his brows knit together as he tried valiantly to ignore it.
Actually, nevermind. He was glad he was older and knew better than to make a terrible embarrassment of himself at a Gather (the wine-tasting fiasco of moments before notwithstanding), because Faranth's golden hide was that a grass stain on the girl's gorgeous frock? "By the Egg, girl, what have you done to that beautiful dress?" Kerrin cried in dismay, immediately kneeling to inspect the damage, taking a corner of the lovely blue fabric in his free hand and frowning at what he saw. Tree sap! Grass and dirt was one thing, it could be removed with plenty of hearty scrubbing, but sap too? That was just... well, it was a shame.
Sighing in resignation, Kerrin picked a stray bit of twig from the petticoat and tossed it aside, before clearing away the worst of the dirt smudges with a quick series of pats to its voluminous ruffles. It was the most he could do for the clearly ruined garment. And cared to do, anyway, because he hadn't made the dress and he wasn't wearing it either, so it wasn't really his concern. He was aware, vaguely, of the child's barrage of questions to the dragonrider as Kerrin stood once more, the young man he smirked as it dawned on him that she had, in her own childish way, been championing him against Ph'yn's very inconsiderate absent-mindedness. "I wouldn't worry too much about that, little one. I'm sure he knows you. And he probably just didn't recognize me, since I've gotten so manly and handsome lately." At that the boy struck a pose for the girl's benefit, chin held between thumb and forefinger as he gazed off into the distance and pursed his lips in what he imagined to be a very dashing manner.
In doing so, however, the easily-distracted youth caught sight of something unusual from the corner of his eye - an unfamiliar woman, Stolen no doubt - dark-skinned, petite, and very beautiful. Very beautiful indeed! And while it might have been her slight stature that gave her such a youthful appearance, he guessed that she wasn't much older than himself. He would have to catch up with her sometime over the course of the evening, he decided, and give her a proper welcome. The adults around Katila could be so stuffy sometimes... with the exception of the greenriders, of course. They were always interesting.
Though by the looks of it, it seemed as if that winemaker guy had already staked some sort of claim on the new arrival... perhaps--
Just as his imagination was beginning to trail off in the direction of some juicy new gossip, Kerrin's thoughts were put to a screeching halt by Indivara's breathless question to the unsuspecting Ph'yn. Whoah, hold on there!
"Whoah, hold on," Kerrin repeated his mental voice, amber eyes widening and alight with interest as his full and undivided attention turned back to the bronzerider and the little girl who clung to him. A grin crossed his lips as his mind jumped to the most obvious assumption. "A name for what now? With whom?" The youth finished this interrogation with a slow sip of the wine he still held, an amused and sparkling gaze trained unwaveringly on the older man all the while - and he was certain the action would have added a nice dramatic effect, too, had he not momentarily forgotten the bitterness of the drink that soon made his brows knit together as he tried valiantly to ignore it.
