24.Oct.20, 02:25 AM
He nodded slightly, nothing more than a slight dip of his chin, and deposited his sister’s robe under one of the tables at Zahrah’s booth. He would come back later for it, and didn’t want anything hindering him if he wanted to wrap both arms around this woman, should the opportunity arise…
He ushered her back into the rows of booths, drawn toward the less crowded stalls at the outskirts of the grounds. They passed a baker’s booth and he bartered for some of the sweets, exchanging the promise of delivering a private message pack within a week for several bubbly pies. He knew the baker, too, so his word went a little farther and garnered an extra pie to share. Thanking him, Alekse promised to be back the next day for the message and turned back to Zahrah as they continued to walk, perusing the booths’ offerings as they went.
“Katila?” He asked, offering her one of the small treats. “I’ve been all over northern Pern, but I’ve never been South. What was it like there?” He watched her with keen interest, hungry and eager to learn. Tales of smoking mountains, sparkling beaches, and wild, unruly plant life flitted through his memory, but they were all either vague or exaggerated, or so he assumed. All were also heard at least third-hand, and thus not to be taken at face value as far as accuracy was concerned.
Time spent South was also another shining facet of Zahrah that he wanted to examine closer.
Hands now otherwise occupied with the pie, he settled for simply walking next to her. Though he didn’t step away when they happened to brush.
He ushered her back into the rows of booths, drawn toward the less crowded stalls at the outskirts of the grounds. They passed a baker’s booth and he bartered for some of the sweets, exchanging the promise of delivering a private message pack within a week for several bubbly pies. He knew the baker, too, so his word went a little farther and garnered an extra pie to share. Thanking him, Alekse promised to be back the next day for the message and turned back to Zahrah as they continued to walk, perusing the booths’ offerings as they went.
“Katila?” He asked, offering her one of the small treats. “I’ve been all over northern Pern, but I’ve never been South. What was it like there?” He watched her with keen interest, hungry and eager to learn. Tales of smoking mountains, sparkling beaches, and wild, unruly plant life flitted through his memory, but they were all either vague or exaggerated, or so he assumed. All were also heard at least third-hand, and thus not to be taken at face value as far as accuracy was concerned.
Time spent South was also another shining facet of Zahrah that he wanted to examine closer.
Hands now otherwise occupied with the pie, he settled for simply walking next to her. Though he didn’t step away when they happened to brush.