04.Sep.13, 08:59 AM
"Or whoever has managed to catch her eye." He pointed out. "You probably know more about all that stuff than I do. For some reason they tend not to let us guys attend the Queenrider lessons." He shook his head in mock confusion. "I do hope you find someone you care about and who cares about you. You deserve that much at least." He said shooting her a smile.
"What! Wait! No! I!" Trelanvor stammered in response to Arddra. His knifes tumbled from his hand, hitting the table and bouncing to the floor with a metallic clang. He bent down to retrieve it, smacking his head against the table in his haste as he straightened. "Fuuuck! Oww." He rubbed the side of his head, grimacing at the pain. "I was just kidding. I like women, lots of, well I mean not lots of." He realized he was babbling, but couldn't quite stop the flow of words. This was terrible. If it got around he'd never live it down. "Is that the kind of vibe I give? That I like guys? Not that there isn't a lot to like about us, obvious a lot of you ladies seems to like us so not that strange some of use might like each other." He slapped a hand over his mouth, before just a quickly whisking it away. That was gross. He scrubbed his mouth vigorously against his shirt sleeve. "I like girls! Okay?" He gave her before an offended look before focusing back on their task.
Trel nodded slowly. He couldn't really think of anything he'd want changed. The kidnapping had stopped, which seemed to be the biggest issue for most. Returning North or at least letting the people up there know they existed would be nice. Weyr and Hold worked differently for a reason. Whether anyone would allow a Weyrwoman to make any changed was difficult to answer. "I suppose they have some way of choosing figured out. Maybe Tsuen gets to decide or the Weyrleader."
"Phewww. That's a relief." He said with an exaggerated sigh. He laughed, grinning mischievously. "If you happen to change your mind..." He trailed off. He doubted she would change her mind. A shame really, but maybe it was for the best.
"What! Wait! No! I!" Trelanvor stammered in response to Arddra. His knifes tumbled from his hand, hitting the table and bouncing to the floor with a metallic clang. He bent down to retrieve it, smacking his head against the table in his haste as he straightened. "Fuuuck! Oww." He rubbed the side of his head, grimacing at the pain. "I was just kidding. I like women, lots of, well I mean not lots of." He realized he was babbling, but couldn't quite stop the flow of words. This was terrible. If it got around he'd never live it down. "Is that the kind of vibe I give? That I like guys? Not that there isn't a lot to like about us, obvious a lot of you ladies seems to like us so not that strange some of use might like each other." He slapped a hand over his mouth, before just a quickly whisking it away. That was gross. He scrubbed his mouth vigorously against his shirt sleeve. "I like girls! Okay?" He gave her before an offended look before focusing back on their task.
Trel nodded slowly. He couldn't really think of anything he'd want changed. The kidnapping had stopped, which seemed to be the biggest issue for most. Returning North or at least letting the people up there know they existed would be nice. Weyr and Hold worked differently for a reason. Whether anyone would allow a Weyrwoman to make any changed was difficult to answer. "I suppose they have some way of choosing figured out. Maybe Tsuen gets to decide or the Weyrleader."
"Phewww. That's a relief." He said with an exaggerated sigh. He laughed, grinning mischievously. "If you happen to change your mind..." He trailed off. He doubted she would change her mind. A shame really, but maybe it was for the best.