09.Sep.12, 06:10 PM
When he asked why he would be angry at her, Aparicus could hear the confusion on his voice and it made her want to hide her face all over again, though only slightly and it was an urge she could fight this time as he reassured her quickly that there was no reason to be mad. Of course, the distraction of a dragon landing and joining the man may have been part of the reason the young woman did not hide her face once more. Instead, her mouth fell slightly open and she quickly lifted a handful of fingers to cover it.
“Glory-bless.” She whispered. Two turns of living in the Weyr and around dragons and she would never tire of looking upon them. They were so gracefully made and beautiful. Her eyes trailed along the dragon’s light green front and was mesmerized as it faded into it’s mossy-green band and to a dark green of a healthy forest.
“She’s beautiful!” she finally let out a tad louder as she climbed to her feet. Brushing off her skirt, she did a little curtsy for the small green dragon before barely managing to tear her eyes away to look at the green’s rider once more.
“I’m sorry, even after two turns at Katila, I forget that I am far from home and that people are so different here. Back home folks would have been angry. It’s not the woman’s place to be forward with a man.” Even as she explained herself to the young man, her arms were wrapped around her thin waist as she smiled at Astoreth.
“It’s wonderful to meet you, Astoreth. Your rider…” She found herself caught short suddenly, wanting to add in a name and suddenly realizing that through the whole conversation they had failed to introduce each other, only the dragon, she blushed and stumbled on. “Said that you like good smelling oil. I hope you don’t mind if I make you some?” Cheeks still warm, she gave the rider another embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry, my name is Aparicus, I think I’ve forgotten to mention it.”
“Glory-bless.” She whispered. Two turns of living in the Weyr and around dragons and she would never tire of looking upon them. They were so gracefully made and beautiful. Her eyes trailed along the dragon’s light green front and was mesmerized as it faded into it’s mossy-green band and to a dark green of a healthy forest.
“She’s beautiful!” she finally let out a tad louder as she climbed to her feet. Brushing off her skirt, she did a little curtsy for the small green dragon before barely managing to tear her eyes away to look at the green’s rider once more.
“I’m sorry, even after two turns at Katila, I forget that I am far from home and that people are so different here. Back home folks would have been angry. It’s not the woman’s place to be forward with a man.” Even as she explained herself to the young man, her arms were wrapped around her thin waist as she smiled at Astoreth.
“It’s wonderful to meet you, Astoreth. Your rider…” She found herself caught short suddenly, wanting to add in a name and suddenly realizing that through the whole conversation they had failed to introduce each other, only the dragon, she blushed and stumbled on. “Said that you like good smelling oil. I hope you don’t mind if I make you some?” Cheeks still warm, she gave the rider another embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry, my name is Aparicus, I think I’ve forgotten to mention it.”