22.Mar.12, 03:12 AM
He supposed he should have felt bad for being the deciding factor that sent the girl sprawling on the floor or even to rush over and help her up, but Valerian figured she was on her way to toppling over anyway and she seemed fine so he made no movement to assist her. Instead he just watched her, brow quirking with slight amusement at her comment about dragons and weyrs. If he was going to be stuck with someone even for a few minutes while finding what he needed, he supposed someone with an odd sense of humour wouldn’t be too bad. That was definitely better than someone who lacked in the ability to even define humour whether from sheer stupidity or being utterly boring. “I guess it’s a good thing I do know what I’m looking for so I don’t tax your limited tour guide skills.”
When she approached him, Valerian took in her appearance, marking as someone who would be found beautiful by most and she no doubt used that to her advantage when she had to. Who wouldn’t in her place when other methods failed? As for himself, he could admit to seeing her beauty but he wasn’t attracted by it, though that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary given his lack of interest in such physical desires. It was only when she was close enough for her amber eyes to catch his attention did Valerian give her pause of consideration. They were fairly rare and he couldn’t remember seeing such colouring all that often in his turns of traveling and assignments in various holds. If not her curves and complexion, than a bat of those eyes would have men drooling and at her feet to assist her in anything.
The study of her appearance came to an end when her question fell between them. He should have been surprised that this girl he didn’t know already knew him and perhaps he would have been if they were meeting in the North, without either of them being assigned and expected. He had been whisked away in the night to help run a secret Weyr in the South and had been left on a small isle for days before being allowed to join their little secret society. For all he knew there had been an announcement at the morning meal that he would be leaving the isle. His kidnapper had asked him enough questions to give the Katilans knowledge on him after all. “I am. Valerian, Journeyman Harper.” He didn’t ask who she was since while he liked her humour, he wasn’t sure she was worth remembering.
When she approached him, Valerian took in her appearance, marking as someone who would be found beautiful by most and she no doubt used that to her advantage when she had to. Who wouldn’t in her place when other methods failed? As for himself, he could admit to seeing her beauty but he wasn’t attracted by it, though that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary given his lack of interest in such physical desires. It was only when she was close enough for her amber eyes to catch his attention did Valerian give her pause of consideration. They were fairly rare and he couldn’t remember seeing such colouring all that often in his turns of traveling and assignments in various holds. If not her curves and complexion, than a bat of those eyes would have men drooling and at her feet to assist her in anything.
The study of her appearance came to an end when her question fell between them. He should have been surprised that this girl he didn’t know already knew him and perhaps he would have been if they were meeting in the North, without either of them being assigned and expected. He had been whisked away in the night to help run a secret Weyr in the South and had been left on a small isle for days before being allowed to join their little secret society. For all he knew there had been an announcement at the morning meal that he would be leaving the isle. His kidnapper had asked him enough questions to give the Katilans knowledge on him after all. “I am. Valerian, Journeyman Harper.” He didn’t ask who she was since while he liked her humour, he wasn’t sure she was worth remembering.