Real Cooking (D'ero

[Ise]

D’ero nodded a bit as he listened to Jarshan’s orders on what he was to do when he got the chance to go home. With any luck he’d come out of Between where he wanted and not have too long of a walk. But he would remember to pack extra rations when he left, just in case. The distance that would separate him and Horuth was the only thing that had him worried but even that wouldn’t be so bad. And if it did get too bad then he would return to his dragon and rethink his plan.
“No, I wouldn’t be wearing the riding leathers, I’d wear something normal that won’t make me stick out like a sore thumb.”
He rose an eyebrow slightly as Jarshan said that even she might join him on that trip. He grinned and chuckled a bit when she asked how he would introduce her to his family.
“No, you in the servant girl outfit would be for my own private pleasure.”
He took a few steps away from here in case she decided to smack him for that comment before returning to his place along side her.
“No, I wouldn’t make you do anything like that. All I would request is that you wear something clean that doesn’t have blood splatter on it. But my family lives on a farm. Foo-foo dresses don’t really work there.”
He had to think for a moment and try to remember if his sisters even had dresses. They must have had something nice to wear.

To D’ero, it didn’t matter that Jarshan was the most unladylike woman at the Weyr, it only made her more enduring to him. She was a very good looking woman and her personality only made her more attractive to him.
“Hm? Me? Want something from you? Never. I’m being a good boy. Just for you. I mean there are things I’m hoping for buut I’m not going to hold my breath for them tonight. I have already gotten another date out of you after all, what more could a guy want?”
Besides the chance to spend another night with Jarshan.

[Marnark]

Jarshan nodded. "How are you going to explain things to your folks, if I dare ask? I mean, are you going to tell them the truth, or are you going to fabricate a story for the last few turns?" That was something that did interest her. How was he going to play the politicking side of what on the surface seemed to be a mere visit home. Such simple things were never simple at all.

At his notion of her wearing servant anything at all she shot daggers at him in a hot glare. But his ducking and diving for cover from what he apparently had thought would be a physical attack, she was somewhat appeased. Apparently he had a healthy respect for her despite that quip ... and had maybe been teasing. In which case he'd done a good job in getting a rise out of her. The Redstar would cease to exist before she would even play at being a servant girl! "Do I normally run around in blood spatters?" She countered, allowing his servant girl comment to slip by the wayside.

"Riiiiiiiight." She answered, drawling the word out like only a southerner could. "Being a good boy. Uh huh. I'll believe that." Jarshan answered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I suppose you're the type that sets high goals and ambitions then. Or should I say low?" Wait. He'd gotten another date out of her? Oh, right. Apparently he had. One where he was going to try to not burn water. Jarshan shook a finger at him, not bothering to correct that it was a frighteningly pointed yet terrifyingly vague gesture.

[Ise]

D’ero paused a moment as he thought about Jarshan’s question. He hadn’t put a whole lot of thought into what exactly he was going to tell his family. Originally he had been planning on just telling them the truth. He thought about that for a moment before realizing that would probably be a bad idea. He didn’t think his parents would go around telling people why he had been gone for these past few turns but the same didn’t hold true for his siblings. And of course, what parent wouldn’t want to drop the fact that their son might end up being a savior of Pern?
“I’m not going to lie to them. I’d never be able to keep a story like that straight in the long run. But I can’t tell them everything that’s happened.”
He scratched the back of his neck a bit as he thought about it some more.
“I’ll just tell them that I was asked to go on some important trip and I can’t really talk about it yet. I doubt they’ll like that answer but they’ll understand. At least then they’ll know I’m safe and they won’t have enough details to really be able to talk about it to anyone else.”

Jarshan took his comment rather well, she only tried to kill him with a glare rather then with daggers. He avoided looking her in the eyes, not wanting to find out if her look could kill people or not. He would never seriously request Jarshan to wear anything like that. At least not when he was standing this close to her.
“No I don’t think I’ve seen you in blood splattered leathers. You always look better then that.”

D’ero put on a look of mock hurt.
“I think I’m behaving myself quite well. I’ve only looked today, no touching or anything else. And a few comments, that’s not bad. And I set realistic goals. You’re not an easy woman, and I mean that in multiple ways, so you’re not going to let me get everything I want. And I don’t mind waiting, you make it more then worth it.”

[Marnark]

"Okay." Jarshan began. "You're going to have to invent a pretty solid story then. And if you really want me to go along, you're going to have to figure out how to explain that too. I can tell you right now that I don't walk or talk like a Northerner. I've a Southern accent among other things. I am pretty sure that's going to garner attention." Given that, it was probably a better idea if she stayed behind during his jaunt northwards. However, she was becoming a bit curious to see what the Northern continent looked like, if nothing else. And maybe to see what sort of place turned out a fellow like D'ero.


She considered what he said, convinced he was buttering her up again. There he went with his compliments all over again. Jarshan had to admit that compliments felt good ... but how many were true and sincere, and how many random fluff put to an end? He seemed to be consistent with them though. "You only think you're behaving yourself." she countered, though she did laugh a little. She was only teasing him after all, and didn't want him going and getting his feelings hurt. As much as she wasn't, Jarshan was still a woman ... and being admired did go over well. Even if she couldn't for the life of her figure out why he was apparently so taken. "Do I now?" She asked, arching one eyebrow at him. Sauntering through the forest was nice enough ... sauntering through it with someone else was pretty good too. But she could only be so very painfully aware of the racket they were making in doing so.

[Ise]

“Invent a story? I figure the less I say the better. If I have to I can tell them that my trip had to do with the threat of war and that I can’t say anything else. Saying something like that will stop them for asking too many more questions. As for you? I figure I can just say you’re my girlfriend and that’ll be good enough. It’s clear that you’re not from Keroon but it’s no like anyone in my family has traveled much. With your complextion, you could easily be passed off as someone from Igen. You being from the South isn’t going to be the first thing that pops into anyone’s mind. The South is a wasteland, anyone who goes there dies. Everyone knows that.”
It wasn’t the most clever of back stories but it would work in a pinch. Especially since D’ero didn’t plan on spending more then a day or two in the North. Just a few days with his family, away from the major holds and even most smaller holds.

Trying to butter Jarshan up with pretty words that he didn’t mean had never crossed D’ero’s mind. He was not the dishonest type. And why would he need to make anything up about Jarshan when there was plenty of things he could compliment her for?
“You still haven’t been able to tell me how I’m not behaving myself. I think that means you like whatever naughty things I keep doing.”
He gave her a little smirk before nodding at her.
“Yes, you do. After a hard day of working, the thought of walking around with you for hours on end in a hot forest still sounds like the best day ever. I need to find a Harper, have them write me all sorts of romantic things I could say to you.”

[Marnark]

Jarshan had to admit that D'ero had it figured out when it came to stories. The less he said was indeed better. "Alright." She agreed. She had no idea where Keroon or Igen were, but she'd roll with it. Maybe she had better go study some of the maps that the archives had, to at least figure out their geographical location. Just in case someone asked her a question. She cleared her throat as a thought occurred to her. "If your mission had something to do with war, why in the world would you have been in Igen?" She asked.

"Everyone knows that, huh?" she asked, making a pointed glance around at the forested jungle. "Right. I think I missed the memo. That or you have a very funny idea of what a wasteland is." She mused, sounding quite serious. Even though she was teasing him again ... him and his Northern background.

"Now see here! There's a difference between not able to and just plain and simple haven't. Maybe I don't feel like outlining anything, hm?" Jarshan protested. "Or maybe I know darn good and well that you know darn good and well what you're darn well doing. How about that? So it would be an insult to your intelligence and mine to try and outline such a thing, thus bringing us down to new lows. Or was that your intention hmhmhm?" She intoned, eyeballing him and his smirk. Which ... which ... well, it was distracting to say the least. Jarshan decided that she had best hurry up and get him back to the Weyr, before she lost all notion of self control. Grrrr him.

"What, you can't think of some your own self?" She asked, sounding borderline insulted. "Well gee. It's not romantic if you didn't think of it yourself. It's a cheap copycatting." That sentiment was part teasing and part truth ... though there he was going with that romantic stuff again. He really was frustrating to deal with. Part of her wanted to knock him down and tear all his clothes off. Disconcertingly that part was getting bigger. Another part didn't want anything to do with him at all, due to many lots and no shortage of reasons. And yet another part was just plain confused to try and figure out what his angle was, and why he was so apparently interested in her ... or was he even? Was it an act? He was a puzzle. Did she dare let him play his game?

But it was a puzzle for another day, for they had reached the edge of the Weyr. Jarshan stopped and looked over at him. "I trust you know your way from here?"

[Ise]

“Ah I never said I was in Igen. That would be lying. I just said that you would be form Igen. And who knows, maybe before the exile your family was from Igen. Keroon and Igen are allies though so it makes since that they would be working together. And if anyone asks any questions, you can just say ‘For the sake of the war effort I can’t answer that.’ Though I don’t think anyone is really going to ask you too many questions.”
He was actually more worried that his brothers might try to flirt with Jarshan. His older brothers were closer in age to Jarshan after all.

He was still slightly distracted as Jarshan started her rant about why she wouldn’t say what he was doing that was bad. He blinked a few times totally lost with what she was saying.
“Yes but I… oh never mind. I would never insult your intelligence.”
That seemed like the safe thing to say to her. It was far easier then trying to figure out just what she was getting at.

“It’s not that I can’t think of anything…”
Was, was she really upset that he wanted to ask someone else for help when it came to coming up with cutesy things to say to her? He couldn’t let her think that he was just that unoriginal. D’ero frowned a little bit before clearing his throat.
“Roses are red,
My dragon is brown,
Jarshan is beautiful
And kicks ass too.”

He paused for a moment, scratching at the back of his head before letting out a little sigh.
“There once was a girl in the Shield,
She was the prettiest thing in the field,
She had lots of class,
And a really nice ass,
And can force anyone to yield.”

He grinned a little as he seemed to hit some sort of stride in reciting his terrible poems. He held up a hand to stop her from saying anything as he thought for another moment before giving her one last poem.
“Silent in the woods,
More graceful then a feline,
My girlfriend Jarshan.”

Embarrassing but not quite as bad as it could have been. He grinned a little at Jarshan before trying to put a more serious look on his face. While his poetry was awful he did mean every thing he said in them.
“It’s not that I can’t think of anything. I just can’t think of anything that sounds good. Otherwise I could come up with little poems and things to say to you all the time. Well most of the time at least. I just figure a Harper is better with words then I am.”

D’ero came to a stop next to Jarshan, looking at the Weyr before looking back at her. He thought for a moment before a little smirk rose to his lips and he nodded.
“Yeah, I can find my way. I think I’ll probably go wash up, maybe give Horuth a wash as well if there aren’t too many people with the same idea.”
He suddenly slipped an arm around her and pulled her close against him before dipping her down and giving her a firm kiss that he held for a moment before letting go of her and walking off.
“If you want to spend a little more time with me later, have Torc find me. Otherwise I’ll see you next week for dinner.”
He pulled off his shirt and turned around to face her, giving her a little wave.
“Oh. And when I misbehave? I make sure we both know it.”
D’ero turned and started walking again, humming to himself a bit as he went. He wasn’t sure if he would see Jarshan tonight or not but he was pretty sure he had made a good impressive on her. Hopefully. Maybe…

[Marnark]

He'd never insult her intelligence. That ... wasn't the response she'd been expecting out of him. But maybe that was part of why she liked him well enough to keep socializing with him. He was different, unexpected. Unpredictable when compared to the usual standard of males. It was nice to know, though, that he thought that highly of her. It surprised her, the sentiment did. Given what she had heard of the North. But his manner didn't reflect the patriarchal standard at all. She'd had a hard enough time surmounting the degree of that which was here in the South ... which was part of why she was as tough as she was. She had to be, to be accepted by the males in her line of work. Wow them into submission was basically the only route to respect.

But any thoughts she might have pursued along those lines were dropped as he started randomly spouting off lines of words that hardly made any sense at all when strung together. Jarshan stood stock still as she listened to him, one eyebrow slowly crawling up her forehead as she regarded his expression with an unfaltering gaze. Was this a reflection of the state of mind he was in? So very jumbled up and confused, yet doing its best to paint her in the best possible light even if it came out sounding so ... well ... ridiculous? Most flattering charmers that had an angle to gain - at least in her experience - were far more cohesive than that. He sounded more like a twitterpated youth.

"Well ... I suppose -" she started, about to agree with him that maybe he did need to work on his word skills a bit, but she was rather interrupted before she could actually say such a thing. To think that she was Shield trained and should see things coming before they came. But she most certainly had not expected D'ero to do anything so brash as scoop her up suddenly and kiss her, after all the very careful 'behaving himself' that he'd done. But whether she expected it mentally or not, physically she seemed to go right with the flow - and that startled her almost as much as his actions did.

Standing on her own feet again, she just watched him leave after he said his piece. A rather blatant piece at that. After a moment she blinked and smirked. But the expression vanished promptly when he turned around to say more ... and stripped out of his shirt. Jarshan was more than certain that was not done because he was too hot. By now, having lived in the Weyr as long as he had, in the humidity, keeping up with his dragon ... there was no sharding way he was that hot. He was strutting, no two ways about it! She couldn't help herself anyway, catching herself admiring his lines as he walked away again, this time for apparently the final departure.

Send Torc for him, hm? It was a strange thing to say, but it got the point across she supposed. Turning, she headed for the ground entrance that would take her back to her room to check on her mischievous feline.

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