05.Mar.13, 08:36 PM
“I’d remember someone like you,” Isscer answered after a moment of consideration, though it appeared to go unheard; Oahvakeen was sprinting off in the other direction, and Isscer was left watching him, a curious expression on his face. He had roomed with plenty of other Candidates over the Turns, but it seemed that Oahvakeen was one of the oddest he had met. Chatty, but there was an innate awkwardness there that seemed to make Isscer feel better about himself; he would certainly never talk so much about silly things.
He didn’t even have time to begin raking before Oahvakeen was back, hardly looking winded. Isscer was still in the same place he had been, but had the decency to not look absolutely gobsmacked, turning away to begin his own raking. It wasn’t quite unlike plowing, now that he thought about it, and the neat lines did make it look better--hopefully Krypth would be pleased. He had forgotten his bucket, but made do by forming a pile for larger clumps at the edge of the Hatching Sands.
Isscer wasn’t expecting more conversation, and he choked at the mention of a weyrmate, face going red quickly. “Weyrmate?” He twisted around quickly enough that the rake was jostled, the line curving and ruining the furrow. “I... don’t know anything about girls,” he answered honestly, face flushed red even to the tops of his ears. Isscer’s first, and to this date only, relationship had been with a fellow male Farmcrafter--a rushed, bumbling courtship that had been kept secret due to the Hall’s morals and ended when they had both received their Journeyman’s knots.
He had not even thought about taking a weyrmate as a means to avoid Candidacy; emotional ties were weakening, after all, especially if the weyrmate would happen to be a dragonrider. It would be hard to hate what your weyrmate was, especially if you genuinely cared for them. But he couldn’t help the way he looked at Oahvakeen then--considering, Isscer looked him over from head to foot, and flushed even more. He wasn’t unattractive, and Isscer was fond of red hair, but it was a bad idea. A very bad idea!
“I suppose girls would like pretty baubles. Jewelry, things like that.” Isscer shrugged, feeling awkward standing there, unable (and unwilling) to meet Oahvakeen’s eye. “I had brothers, and at the Farmcrafthall there weren’t many girls. I’m sure you know what that’s like?”
He didn’t even have time to begin raking before Oahvakeen was back, hardly looking winded. Isscer was still in the same place he had been, but had the decency to not look absolutely gobsmacked, turning away to begin his own raking. It wasn’t quite unlike plowing, now that he thought about it, and the neat lines did make it look better--hopefully Krypth would be pleased. He had forgotten his bucket, but made do by forming a pile for larger clumps at the edge of the Hatching Sands.
Isscer wasn’t expecting more conversation, and he choked at the mention of a weyrmate, face going red quickly. “Weyrmate?” He twisted around quickly enough that the rake was jostled, the line curving and ruining the furrow. “I... don’t know anything about girls,” he answered honestly, face flushed red even to the tops of his ears. Isscer’s first, and to this date only, relationship had been with a fellow male Farmcrafter--a rushed, bumbling courtship that had been kept secret due to the Hall’s morals and ended when they had both received their Journeyman’s knots.
He had not even thought about taking a weyrmate as a means to avoid Candidacy; emotional ties were weakening, after all, especially if the weyrmate would happen to be a dragonrider. It would be hard to hate what your weyrmate was, especially if you genuinely cared for them. But he couldn’t help the way he looked at Oahvakeen then--considering, Isscer looked him over from head to foot, and flushed even more. He wasn’t unattractive, and Isscer was fond of red hair, but it was a bad idea. A very bad idea!
“I suppose girls would like pretty baubles. Jewelry, things like that.” Isscer shrugged, feeling awkward standing there, unable (and unwilling) to meet Oahvakeen’s eye. “I had brothers, and at the Farmcrafthall there weren’t many girls. I’m sure you know what that’s like?”