21.Oct.20, 04:28 PM
“Lovely to meet you, Zahrah,” he rolled the name around on his tongue. It flowed well, easy and mellow. He brightened at the mention of Standing, perhaps she had met Aederyn—but no, different Weyr. He nodded between steps and patterns at the mention of Ista’s weather. He’d been there briefly a turn or two back to help map the roads across the island, and if the weather was as warm as it had been then all turn-round he could understand wanting a change in scenery and climate. “I’ve not spent very much time up at Benden. The area is very pretty this time of year, though. I hope to visit more often, and hopefully I can…with the area seeing more growth recently I would assume message runners might be needed more often.”
Between steps and turns, he introduced himself. “I’m Alekse, Journeyman Runner, and unofficial mapmaker, based out of a station not far from here.” He led her through a series of fast and tight spins, delighted by her laugh and glad she was having a good time. She was small and light on her feet, and he risked a small lift, allowing her to stay suspended for a moment mid-air before placing her back on her feet and continuing with the pattern, and was pleasantly surprised when she took to the variation easily.
The song ended and he stood facing her, an arm still firmly encircling her back, watching as she brushed a wayward strand of hair from her face and stepped in closer. “You, miss Zahrah, are a beautiful dancer.” He flashed a cheeky grin, his eyes twinkling at this rare discovery. Their turn around the floor had taken them toward a corner where a few fellow gatherers stood around some tables, and his grin grew when he saw how the small group of bystanders had taken notice of the two of them. “And it seems I’m not the only one who’s noticed.”
The music started up again, and he raised his eyebrows in question. While he would be more than happy to keep dancing, he wouldn’t be opposed to spending time talking with such a delightful person over a refreshing drink or some food. With no preference one way of the other, he left the choice up to his new dance partner. “What brings a Benden Candidate to a Fort gather?”
Between steps and turns, he introduced himself. “I’m Alekse, Journeyman Runner, and unofficial mapmaker, based out of a station not far from here.” He led her through a series of fast and tight spins, delighted by her laugh and glad she was having a good time. She was small and light on her feet, and he risked a small lift, allowing her to stay suspended for a moment mid-air before placing her back on her feet and continuing with the pattern, and was pleasantly surprised when she took to the variation easily.
The song ended and he stood facing her, an arm still firmly encircling her back, watching as she brushed a wayward strand of hair from her face and stepped in closer. “You, miss Zahrah, are a beautiful dancer.” He flashed a cheeky grin, his eyes twinkling at this rare discovery. Their turn around the floor had taken them toward a corner where a few fellow gatherers stood around some tables, and his grin grew when he saw how the small group of bystanders had taken notice of the two of them. “And it seems I’m not the only one who’s noticed.”
The music started up again, and he raised his eyebrows in question. While he would be more than happy to keep dancing, he wouldn’t be opposed to spending time talking with such a delightful person over a refreshing drink or some food. With no preference one way of the other, he left the choice up to his new dance partner. “What brings a Benden Candidate to a Fort gather?”