19.Mar.18, 03:18 AM
Vessaelia had spent the morning in the kitchens helping with cleaning up after breakfast and switching into midday meal prep right after. She didn’t fancy herself that great of a cook and once upon a time back in her old life, she had hoped to marry higher than her current station so she would have staff to do it all for her. Now, when asked to help in the kitchens, it was usually to scrub pots or do the basic tasks of chopping vegetables or stirring a pot of stew.
That was still exhausting work and she breathed a sigh of relief when she was set free to go clean up before returning to eat. She had the afternoon off thanks to all of her help that morning and Vessaelia contemplated having a long soak in what should be a mostly empty (or hopefully entirely empty!) bathing pool while everyone shuffled in and out for lunch.
Her plans were halted when she saw a bronzerider curled up with his large dragon. He looked miserable, which was probably a good indicator that she should just keep on walking by but he was rather attractive as well. He looked to be on the younger side, but it was so hard to tell the age of dragonriders! He could be in his forties and sill look like that. Vessaelia sighed dreamily as she thought about being essentially young forever. She just had to wait for her dragon to find her.
Regardless of his age, Vessaelia felt inclined to see if he was okay and if there was anything she could do to help. She bit her lower lip in thought for a moment and then quickly undid her messy braid, ran her fingers through coppery locks, and re-braided it. She had to look somewhat presentable, especially if she misread the vibe he was giving and he was just sleepy or lonely and looking for someone to share his bed with in either scenario.
She paused and a little ‘oh’ escaped as the bronzerider – whom she now recognised as A’dis; she was still learning dragons by sight – asked if she needed something before she even said a word. “That was going to be my question. I was watching you as I crossed the bowl and… um…” she was suddenly getting nervous and her annoying habit of stammering was showing. She cleared her throat, smiled brightly, and tried again.
“You looked like you could use a friend and while I’m not one yet, I wouldn’t mind being one.”
That was still exhausting work and she breathed a sigh of relief when she was set free to go clean up before returning to eat. She had the afternoon off thanks to all of her help that morning and Vessaelia contemplated having a long soak in what should be a mostly empty (or hopefully entirely empty!) bathing pool while everyone shuffled in and out for lunch.
Her plans were halted when she saw a bronzerider curled up with his large dragon. He looked miserable, which was probably a good indicator that she should just keep on walking by but he was rather attractive as well. He looked to be on the younger side, but it was so hard to tell the age of dragonriders! He could be in his forties and sill look like that. Vessaelia sighed dreamily as she thought about being essentially young forever. She just had to wait for her dragon to find her.
Regardless of his age, Vessaelia felt inclined to see if he was okay and if there was anything she could do to help. She bit her lower lip in thought for a moment and then quickly undid her messy braid, ran her fingers through coppery locks, and re-braided it. She had to look somewhat presentable, especially if she misread the vibe he was giving and he was just sleepy or lonely and looking for someone to share his bed with in either scenario.
She paused and a little ‘oh’ escaped as the bronzerider – whom she now recognised as A’dis; she was still learning dragons by sight – asked if she needed something before she even said a word. “That was going to be my question. I was watching you as I crossed the bowl and… um…” she was suddenly getting nervous and her annoying habit of stammering was showing. She cleared her throat, smiled brightly, and tried again.
“You looked like you could use a friend and while I’m not one yet, I wouldn’t mind being one.”