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19.Dec.12, 04:12 AM
A fish! A slippery, sliding, stinking fish! That’s what his friend had become, it seemed, as every time Lorenuo managed to spot the slimy, scaly man he would disappear before the tall trader could make his way through the crowd without drawing unwanted attention to himself. Seriously? SERIOUSLY!? Where the fuck did the man go now?
Lorenuo had seen Nejerc on the opposite edge of the crowd when the promotion of S’kef had been announced to the Weyr and while Lorenuo had been busy of late with his own distractions, he’d found the growing gossip juicy and needed to discuss it all with the man. After all, there was nobody better in the Weyr to discuss such conspiracy with. That was simple fact.
Still… Lorenuo hated fish. ‘Jerk’ was a name seriously coming to mind as he prowled the Weyr again and again looking for signs of the man. He had clearly not passed him leaving the center area… so that at least cut out half the Weyr… unless Nejerc was now making a habit of traveling circles. And if that were the case Lorenuo might have blood on his hands soon. Fishy, stinky blood.
And there he went again… Lorenuo had dismissed the running girl from his thoughts as she passed him only to stop with his jaw dropping open when Nejerc passed by as well. Stepping to the corner of the building he’d been walking past, he looked around the corner to confirm what he thought he’d never see in his confused friend – the man chasing down a woman. While he was tempted to scratch the term fish from his mind, he decided to hold onto it for another minute as he let his long legs carry him in the same direction.
What on Pern was his friend up to?
“Seriously? If you’re going to spend your time chasing down women, Mr. Fish, you should bed them, not make them cry.” He said as he entered the spice garden to find Nejerc facing that timid flower girl as she cried in the garden. Realizing exactly who that running woman had been, Lorenuo lifted a hand to slap his face soundly. “No wonder she was running away from you, Nejerc, you chose the most timid woman in the Weyr, one small attempt at anything sends her scuttling.”
Lorenuo had seen Nejerc on the opposite edge of the crowd when the promotion of S’kef had been announced to the Weyr and while Lorenuo had been busy of late with his own distractions, he’d found the growing gossip juicy and needed to discuss it all with the man. After all, there was nobody better in the Weyr to discuss such conspiracy with. That was simple fact.
Still… Lorenuo hated fish. ‘Jerk’ was a name seriously coming to mind as he prowled the Weyr again and again looking for signs of the man. He had clearly not passed him leaving the center area… so that at least cut out half the Weyr… unless Nejerc was now making a habit of traveling circles. And if that were the case Lorenuo might have blood on his hands soon. Fishy, stinky blood.
And there he went again… Lorenuo had dismissed the running girl from his thoughts as she passed him only to stop with his jaw dropping open when Nejerc passed by as well. Stepping to the corner of the building he’d been walking past, he looked around the corner to confirm what he thought he’d never see in his confused friend – the man chasing down a woman. While he was tempted to scratch the term fish from his mind, he decided to hold onto it for another minute as he let his long legs carry him in the same direction.
What on Pern was his friend up to?
“Seriously? If you’re going to spend your time chasing down women, Mr. Fish, you should bed them, not make them cry.” He said as he entered the spice garden to find Nejerc facing that timid flower girl as she cried in the garden. Realizing exactly who that running woman had been, Lorenuo lifted a hand to slap his face soundly. “No wonder she was running away from you, Nejerc, you chose the most timid woman in the Weyr, one small attempt at anything sends her scuttling.”
