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01.Sep.12, 09:55 AM
She was so fearful of the man thinking that she was violent that when she realized the new, wide-eyed look on his face was one of barely contained laughter Aparicus was completely at a loss. Was he… Was he laughing at her? Was he laughing at her fear? Or was he laughing at the way she looked waving her hands around? Maybe he was laughing at the idea of her actually hitting someone – she had no misbeliefs at how weak she was compared to men, such as himself. Even if she wanted to be violent and hit someone she’d never do damage. Not like men could do to her…
Seeing him wave his own hand and chuckle, she stared at him a long time with a look of pure confusion on her face. It took her a moment to realize that he had never mistaken her for being violent and thinking about hitting him, which was a brief flicker of a relief. As his explanation followed, however, the look of confusion sat a moment longer on her features before understanding dawned on her and her face slowly but steadily turned a bright rose.
Turn after turn of living in the cothold where women were an expendable work force and men were highly superior, Apari had at first been confused by the way some men flirted with the women at the Weyr and she had asked her bunk-mate about it after watching the exchange happen between men and women. Sometimes even between men and men. At first she had thought it was a nice thing, to see men and women complimenting eachother – being nice to eachother. Until it had been explained to her that it often lead up to the same thing flights did – just at a slower pace.
Sex. It didn’t help that at the Cothold, sex was taken from the women and it was a painful experience in most cases – and all of Apari’s. So when the man before her explained that he had thought that SHE was flirting with him… She was torn between fleeing the area or explaining that she hadn’t meant to come off that way. Already seated on the ground, fleeing was a secondary option and she quickly began stammering out any words that came quickly enough to her mind.
“Oh.” She had said softly as the realization dawned on her, then a much longer “Ooooh!” escaped her lips as a hand went to her mouth. “I-uh, No!” The blush darkened, she shouldn’t be rude… “I mean, no Sir.” Was he going to be upset that she hadn’t meant to flirt with him? Was he going to be angry? Would he turn violent?
“I mean, I hadn’t meant… I didn’t mean to sound- sound like I was f-flirting.” She stammered and stuttered. “I mean, the oil! The oil would smell nice… So if you smelled like the oil… You know – after oiling your dragon… I would assume… You’d smell nice too.”
Oh Faranth help her, he was going to think she was a sharding idiot…
“I mean – er – I don’t mean to say – that you don’t smell good now… I don’t know how you smell now.” BLUSH! “I mean – I’m sitting upwind of you, so I can’t smell you…” Oh god, she didn’t want to make him think she was rude and saying he stunk! “I mean, you probably smell good… I would assume you didn’t stink… I… er… but… Oh shards.”
At this point she gave up, burying her bright red face in her hands with their gnarled fingers. The times she wished she could be like the dragons and simply jump between on a whim. Completely embarrassed and lost for all words, she missed his comments about the lumber and fence – thinking more and more that getting up so that she could flee the area might not be a terrible idea after all.
Seeing him wave his own hand and chuckle, she stared at him a long time with a look of pure confusion on her face. It took her a moment to realize that he had never mistaken her for being violent and thinking about hitting him, which was a brief flicker of a relief. As his explanation followed, however, the look of confusion sat a moment longer on her features before understanding dawned on her and her face slowly but steadily turned a bright rose.
Turn after turn of living in the cothold where women were an expendable work force and men were highly superior, Apari had at first been confused by the way some men flirted with the women at the Weyr and she had asked her bunk-mate about it after watching the exchange happen between men and women. Sometimes even between men and men. At first she had thought it was a nice thing, to see men and women complimenting eachother – being nice to eachother. Until it had been explained to her that it often lead up to the same thing flights did – just at a slower pace.
Sex. It didn’t help that at the Cothold, sex was taken from the women and it was a painful experience in most cases – and all of Apari’s. So when the man before her explained that he had thought that SHE was flirting with him… She was torn between fleeing the area or explaining that she hadn’t meant to come off that way. Already seated on the ground, fleeing was a secondary option and she quickly began stammering out any words that came quickly enough to her mind.
“Oh.” She had said softly as the realization dawned on her, then a much longer “Ooooh!” escaped her lips as a hand went to her mouth. “I-uh, No!” The blush darkened, she shouldn’t be rude… “I mean, no Sir.” Was he going to be upset that she hadn’t meant to flirt with him? Was he going to be angry? Would he turn violent?
“I mean, I hadn’t meant… I didn’t mean to sound- sound like I was f-flirting.” She stammered and stuttered. “I mean, the oil! The oil would smell nice… So if you smelled like the oil… You know – after oiling your dragon… I would assume… You’d smell nice too.”
Oh Faranth help her, he was going to think she was a sharding idiot…
“I mean – er – I don’t mean to say – that you don’t smell good now… I don’t know how you smell now.” BLUSH! “I mean – I’m sitting upwind of you, so I can’t smell you…” Oh god, she didn’t want to make him think she was rude and saying he stunk! “I mean, you probably smell good… I would assume you didn’t stink… I… er… but… Oh shards.”
At this point she gave up, burying her bright red face in her hands with their gnarled fingers. The times she wished she could be like the dragons and simply jump between on a whim. Completely embarrassed and lost for all words, she missed his comments about the lumber and fence – thinking more and more that getting up so that she could flee the area might not be a terrible idea after all.
