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23.Feb.13, 08:19 PM
The chatter of two women content in their conversations had been a rhythmical comfort, like white noise. It made sense to him that they wouldn't mind his taking various things that they weren't using and replace them back, and he felt that it was perfectly logical. Politeness played little part in his thought process. He played little attention to their conversation. Even if he tried, he could not make sense of all of the small gestures, names, and unsaid suggestions, it was too "feely" for his cut-and-dry tastes.
He seemed to have succeeded (I think?) in grasping the bowl, and took it away into his hands, sifting the contents in it and watching how they collided against the edge. Satisfied with having learned very little, he quickly tried to replace it as it was before. The woman seemed sheepish and perhaps startled, along with her dragonets. The other woman said his name with a rebuke, and hearing it, he shrunk back for a moment. He wasn't great with names and those of the two women eluded him. He realized one of his hands had begun to creep forward towards the other woman's utensils, and he withdrew it back, like a child caught with his arm in the cookie jar.
He knew he was supposed to say something, but what?
"I like food.", he tried.
He wasn't sure what kind of response that there was, but upon blurting out his grammatically correct sentence, but one that made no sense in the current context, even he knew that it was somehow wrong. If there was any other sentiment to the two woman's words and reactions, he was too thick to understand it.
"Why are you using that thing...", he pointed to the bowl, Kathleena's bowl, with the berries in it. "When you could use that thing...", he now gestured to a heavy cast-iron pot of size large enough to accommodate ten gallons. "Why that thing-", he pointed to Rhaedalyn's butcher kife. "And not that?", he held up a butter knife that had been cleaned and was being air-dried, and then replaced it quickly.
He felt uncomfortable after his unusually long speech, so he stepped back and held his hands feebly to his chest, as if they were tiny, withered hands, like a tyrannosaur's, not that Weyr folk or even Oahvakeen knew what that was. Some of him wanted to run away and hide. Most of him felt sure these two women would slice him up and devour his flesh using only their eyes and expressions as weapons. He took another step back, bumping a table behind him. A fork laying too close to the edge clattered to the ground, and he hastily bent to pick it up, and replace it as it was. (Not that dirty forks belonged on clean cooking surfaces anyways). Next, he tried to discreetly rub his sore lower back, not wanting the hurt to be apparent. It was only a little bump, but he was a lightweight when it came to pain.
Both of the women were attractive, one seemingly more bold and direct than the other. But feeling like a cornered rabbit, he could scarcely think of such things right now. It was all business and awkwardness. If only it was all business and no awkwardness at all.
"And you teach me to be like you.", he gestured towards the one who knew his name, Rhaedalyn, despite his not knowing hers. "And you.", he gestured towards the other, Kathleena.
He seemed to have succeeded (I think?) in grasping the bowl, and took it away into his hands, sifting the contents in it and watching how they collided against the edge. Satisfied with having learned very little, he quickly tried to replace it as it was before. The woman seemed sheepish and perhaps startled, along with her dragonets. The other woman said his name with a rebuke, and hearing it, he shrunk back for a moment. He wasn't great with names and those of the two women eluded him. He realized one of his hands had begun to creep forward towards the other woman's utensils, and he withdrew it back, like a child caught with his arm in the cookie jar.
He knew he was supposed to say something, but what?
"I like food.", he tried.
He wasn't sure what kind of response that there was, but upon blurting out his grammatically correct sentence, but one that made no sense in the current context, even he knew that it was somehow wrong. If there was any other sentiment to the two woman's words and reactions, he was too thick to understand it.
"Why are you using that thing...", he pointed to the bowl, Kathleena's bowl, with the berries in it. "When you could use that thing...", he now gestured to a heavy cast-iron pot of size large enough to accommodate ten gallons. "Why that thing-", he pointed to Rhaedalyn's butcher kife. "And not that?", he held up a butter knife that had been cleaned and was being air-dried, and then replaced it quickly.
He felt uncomfortable after his unusually long speech, so he stepped back and held his hands feebly to his chest, as if they were tiny, withered hands, like a tyrannosaur's, not that Weyr folk or even Oahvakeen knew what that was. Some of him wanted to run away and hide. Most of him felt sure these two women would slice him up and devour his flesh using only their eyes and expressions as weapons. He took another step back, bumping a table behind him. A fork laying too close to the edge clattered to the ground, and he hastily bent to pick it up, and replace it as it was. (Not that dirty forks belonged on clean cooking surfaces anyways). Next, he tried to discreetly rub his sore lower back, not wanting the hurt to be apparent. It was only a little bump, but he was a lightweight when it came to pain.
Both of the women were attractive, one seemingly more bold and direct than the other. But feeling like a cornered rabbit, he could scarcely think of such things right now. It was all business and awkwardness. If only it was all business and no awkwardness at all.
"And you teach me to be like you.", he gestured towards the one who knew his name, Rhaedalyn, despite his not knowing hers. "And you.", he gestured towards the other, Kathleena.
