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17.Jun.13, 03:05 AM
Warkhim's reply to her offer irritated her a bit. If he thought her... stimulating... then he might come back. At the same time, she didn't have the heart to really tell him to go. Falon had told her she was always a bit of a soft heart, that it would have done her better if she had been able to be a Healer rather than a drudge, but now it was coming back to bite her in the worst way. Her lips quirked at the man's mention of him. "Oh, he is-s used to my w-work. H-hav-ve to be around p-patients-s-s all the t-time to do it." That should have been obvious. There always seemed to be someone laid up in the Infirmary that she would have to work around and by. Though the part about male friends bothered her a bit. He was no friend of hers, not by a long shot. He was simply someone that had come by where she was working.
Any implication further than that went right over her head.
And that meant that she was more than a little surprised when he brought up some scandals that had been running around the Hold. "It's-s none of m-my bus-siness what she got up-p to in b-bed. Does-sn't affect me." What did she care about a Holder that had gotten herself into trouble? Kira knew that with the high-born, they were too caught up in themselves and their own lusts and desires to think straight. Or, at least, she assumed that was the case. But her? She didn't bed-hop, but didn't think it was anyone's business whether she did or didn't.
Her father would disagree about whether someone's children were legitimate and whether they were married, as he was the one who was putting pressure on her to marry Falon, and Falon was beginning to want an answer. The thought made her stomach clench. No one's business whose bed she touched... or didn't! Her rebellion and anger about it made her swing in the opposite direction of what they both would want from her, a little submissive woman that would be faithful and bear children. No, that wasn't anything like what she wanted. Kira simply wanted to be left alone, to grow old and be a spinster. That wouldn't be allowed by any means. She'd heard that in weyrs things were more free about such things, and that made her envious. Oh, if she could be a Rider!
But that wasn't the case. Here and now she was pressured to be engaged and even more immediately was tired and wanted to go to sleep. She gave a soft sigh. "Any-ycase, mus-st go. Long day-y tomor-row-w." Whatever this man wanted from her, Kira didn't care anymore, nor whether she was being rude. "Might s-s-stop by the Ar-rchiv-ves sometime." Or not. Most definitely not. But she wasn't going to tell that to him. Instead she simply gave him a smile and started moving towards the dorrway, knowing that she was running late and that her father would question her about where she had been and what she had been doing. At least she could be honest - someone had stopped her to talk. That wasn't unusual, and he wouldn't be too upset.
Any implication further than that went right over her head.
And that meant that she was more than a little surprised when he brought up some scandals that had been running around the Hold. "It's-s none of m-my bus-siness what she got up-p to in b-bed. Does-sn't affect me." What did she care about a Holder that had gotten herself into trouble? Kira knew that with the high-born, they were too caught up in themselves and their own lusts and desires to think straight. Or, at least, she assumed that was the case. But her? She didn't bed-hop, but didn't think it was anyone's business whether she did or didn't.
Her father would disagree about whether someone's children were legitimate and whether they were married, as he was the one who was putting pressure on her to marry Falon, and Falon was beginning to want an answer. The thought made her stomach clench. No one's business whose bed she touched... or didn't! Her rebellion and anger about it made her swing in the opposite direction of what they both would want from her, a little submissive woman that would be faithful and bear children. No, that wasn't anything like what she wanted. Kira simply wanted to be left alone, to grow old and be a spinster. That wouldn't be allowed by any means. She'd heard that in weyrs things were more free about such things, and that made her envious. Oh, if she could be a Rider!
But that wasn't the case. Here and now she was pressured to be engaged and even more immediately was tired and wanted to go to sleep. She gave a soft sigh. "Any-ycase, mus-st go. Long day-y tomor-row-w." Whatever this man wanted from her, Kira didn't care anymore, nor whether she was being rude. "Might s-s-stop by the Ar-rchiv-ves sometime." Or not. Most definitely not. But she wasn't going to tell that to him. Instead she simply gave him a smile and started moving towards the dorrway, knowing that she was running late and that her father would question her about where she had been and what she had been doing. At least she could be honest - someone had stopped her to talk. That wasn't unusual, and he wouldn't be too upset.
