Quiet after the Storm (R'gar)

[Lady Smara]

Prontin could no longer hear the storm outside. In fact the world that welcomed her conscious thought was quiet. Replying the events of yesterday in her head, she lay there for a long moment beneath the warmth and comfort of the furs. Her world always dark, even as she opened her eyes Prontin did not know what time it was. All she could tell was that the storm was over and that she was still within R’gar’s bed, the spicy smell gave that away easily enough.

Slowly, so she did not disturb the quiet of the room, she stretched her arms out, then up so she could both stretch her muscles and determine where in the bed she lay. Finding the edge she was searching for, she carefully sat up and scooted to it, letting her bare legs leave the comfort of the furs to find the floor. She really needed to relieve herself and that thought was pretty forward in her mind as she stood, reaching for a wall. Surely rider’s had bathing rooms within their quarters… Her parents had their own, and they did not rank as highly.

Following the wall around while keeping a hand out in front of her, she found it bump against the side of a chair. Shard it, she’d have to go around. Moving to switch her hand upon the wall to upon the chair, however, she was surprised to find skin there. Blinking out of habit, she made sure to keep her touch feather light as she determined exactly what and who she was touching. Moving upward, it slowly became clear to her that this was an arm; a masculine arm that was attached to the familiar form of R’gar.

Now that she knew to listen for it, she heard his soft and steady breathing. He was asleep. She felt a little guilty, having fallen asleep in his bed last night, especially now that she found him sleeping in a chair. Even so, hearing his breath so steady and light, she could not help but feel a smile form on her lips. He, too, was a peaceful sleeper. Leaning over him as she let a hand brush feather light upon his cheek, she could not help herself and left a kiss there. She had enjoyed the kiss last night, despite the storm of emotions that had followed.

No, she would not wake him just yet. Moving around him, she found the wall once more and continued her search for the bathing room she hoped existed. To her relief, and her surprise, she found one as she felt her foot threaten to plunge into the waters of the pool build down into the floor. Lips opening into a silent ‘O’ of surprise, she quickly pulled her foot back. A moment later, however, she was dipping a toe into it once more – gosh the water was surprisingly warm.

Not to be distracted, Prontin eventually found what she was looking for within the washroom and relieved herself of her full bladder. Making her way back, however, she stopped along the edge of the pool once more. R’gar was asleep and she wasn’t even sure where to begin in order to find her own way home. For all she knew, R’gar could have been in one of the higher Weyrs that did not even have the back tunnels that lead to the Lower Caverns. In a bit of a dilemma, she realized she would simply have to wait for him to wake up so he could at least point her in the right direction.

Grabbing the large shirt at the bottom of the hem, she pulled it over her head and off her thin, pale form. If she had to wait, she could take a moment to have a bath… She was sure it would be better than bathing in the public washrooms of the Lower Caverns. Stepping into the water carefully, she set the shirt on the side where she would be able to find it again before lowering her body into the clear water. A light hum of pleasure escaped her lips as the circling water danced across her sensitive skin. With no fear of bumping into anyone, she let herself relax, nearly purring with pleasure.

[Marnark]

Oooooooooogh. Talk about cricks. R'gar had no idea what had awakened him from his slumber, but he was resurfacing to the living world now. Straightening from his slumped form in the chair, he yawned and stretched, trying to work all the kinks out that he'd gotten from the chair.

He rubbed his face and looked around. At the sight of the disturbed furs on his bed, he suddenly remembered why he'd been sleeping in the chair. Prontin! He started to his feet, looking around for her. She wasn't anywhere to be seen. Where was she?! His heart skipped a beat at the prospect that she might have walked off the ledge not knowing it was a very long drop to the weyrbowl floor. Surely she would have made a sound had that happened... was that what had awakened him?

Before he was even quite aware of it, R'gar found himself on his ledge, looking down. To his relief, there was nothing down there but a very very wet bowl floor. Okay. She wasn't out here. So where was she? He turned to look inside again, past Apollath's sleeping bulk. Shards, the girl could disappear so fast. He shouldn't have fallen asleep!

Even though he knew that was a ridiculous thought as any. No human could have stayed awake all night long through a rainstorm while everyone else slept. Walking back in, he headed for the door that led to the tunnels and halls. As soon as he reached it to lay hand upon the latch, he paused.

Water? What was playing in the bathwater? The sounds were very subtle, but still there. Surely it wasn't Imp ... the flitter loved water, but he loved it to the extent where he sent it splashing everywhere. Turning from the door, he stepped back into his weyr again, toward the entrance to the bathing chamber. There, he stopped in his tracks, one hand upon the sill.

There she was. It was rather hard to miss her, too. She had completely stripped and laid out in the water. R'gar had to remind himself to blink. "Good morning." He greeted. "I see you found the bath." He chuckled. Goodness, she was a very independent girl. Going and exploring until she found something of interest... and then using it. He never would have expected to find her in the bath. A tricky thing to maneuver for sighted people. Yet here she was.

He stooped and picked up the shirt she'd left on the floor, and tossed it aside into the heap of other things to be washed. He'd get her something clean to wear once she was done playing in the water.

[Lady Smara]

Despite her ability to pick up on even faint sounds, Prontin had relaxed enough in the bath to have forgotten that it was entirely possible for R’gar to wake up. Hearing the good morning, she jumped with a slight splash. Quickly realizing who it was, however, she relaxed again and leaned against the side of the pool. “Good Morning, R’gar.” She said simply, a blush on her cheeks at his mention of her finding the bath.

“Yes, I hope it was okay I climbed in… you were still asleep and well… I thought it might be a nice change to bathe in a private bath rather than the public one.” Hearing him move forward and the rustle of cloth, she frowned for a moment. “I know this is your bath… But if you move things I won’t find them again.” She was fairly confident he had moved the shirt she had placed at the pool’s edge and while she was also confident he would help her find a towel or her own clothes, she had still put that where she could have found it if she needed it.

The thought that he would get her a towel or her own clothes also brought another realization to her mind and her frown quickly turned into a questioning look. “R’gar… I couldn’t find the sweetsand.” She said, her face warming a little bit again. She had hoped to wash away the traces of the storm, but it proved difficult and her hair was slightly matted. It would have been nice to get it clean once more.

[Marnark]

R'gar caught himself in a shrugging nod and stopped. She certainly couldn't see slight gestures, expressions and mannerisms. Why did he keep trying to use them? Because he was used to people who could see, was why. "It's quite alright. I am certainly glad to find you here and not somewhere less savory." He answered. "I never told you that the ledge has no guard around it, and it's a very long fall to the bowl floor." Not exactly the safest environment for a lost blind person. But if she could find a bath and get in it without falling and smacking her head, clearly she wasn't prone to walking around as if the floor was always going to be there. He found himself being impressed by her all over again.

R'gar wanted to say that she was welcome to use the bath any time she wished, but he didn't. Mostly because it managed to occur to him before he said it that it would sound rather lewd. Instead, he opted for a different tack. "I remember those. I admit I was glad to find I could have one of my own, here recently." Yes, he could definitely understand the sentiment. Especially so since he'd grown up in a Northern Hold. Public baths ... really didn't happen much.

He caught her frown before she said anything, and puzzled over it for the split second it took her to say what was on her mind. At which he gave a sheepish grin and scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry. But ... uh. Don't worry about it. I just put the used shirt away is all. I'll fetch you some fresh clothes here shortly, while you wash." R'gar promised. "Bathing is kind of rendered moot if old clothes are donned afterward, you know."

Her further comment about sand had him looking around. "Hang on a sec." R'gar had honestly no idea where the sand was. It ... well ... it wandered. Alot. Thanks to Imp mostly, but yeah. He sometimes had a hand in that too. It was a bit embarrassing, to have to hunt for it. But he did eventually find it, and brought the dish of sand back to the bath again, setting it down near her hand. "Here you go. Sorry about that." R'gar offered, straightening.

Somehow, he never would have guessed he might have awakened to find a naked girl in his bath. And it was sending him for all sorts of interesting spins. Worse, that it was Prontin down there in that water, and blushing too. On her pale skin, even the slightest of blushes stood out brightly. Goodness, but the girl needed a bit of sun. Just a bit.

"Uhhh ... I'll be back. I'm going to go get you some clean clothes." R'gar told her. "Be back in a jiffy." He set a towel down near the bath's edge, the last clean one he had. And then he retreated from the bathing room quickly, heading for the door to the weyr. She needed clothes, and he needed to get away from her. In a way, he was glad she couldn't see him. It kept her from knowing the things that went through his mind almost every time he saw her of late.

Faranth help him, he'd never been put so far out of sorts by a girl before. Never! Much less so very frequently. Almost every time he encountered her, it seemed. She made it very hard to think or concentrate. But nevertheless, R'gar hurried in his mission. Bathing or not, she wasn't going to be content in there for very long. So he found some garments that would fit her, clean and dry. On his way back to his weyr, he stopped to pick up something for her to eat and drink. After the stress she'd had yesterday, and the long rest afterward, she was liable to be famished.

R'gar told himself that he would get her back to her folks, knowing that they were probably worried sick. She had not only vanished during a storm, but had stayed missing through the night. Probably quite unheard of for her. Pushing back into his weyr with a shoulder, he set the tray of sweet rolls and some klah on it on his desk, and then carried the clothes over to where she was. "Here. This should fit you." R'gar offered, simply, trying very hard to not think about Prontin herself.

Imp hopped over to the tray of sweet rolls, sniffing at one of them curiously. Trying to decide if they were edible or not ... and if he wanted to steal one or not. Going from sniffing the rolls to sniffing the klah, he sneezed suddenly when he unexpectedly encountered hot liquid with his snout. Oof!

[Lady Smara]

Prontin had taken her time with the sweetsand, careful to not use too much and just as careful to not lose what little bit she did use in the water. Fast movement would sweep it out of her hands as she wetted it and once the water took it, it would be lost forever to her. Cleaning herself and her hair, she found the towel he had also left and climbed out. Patting her skin dry, she also flipped her hair over her head and rubbed it thoroughly with the towel. It would not dry it completely, but it would help speed up the process.

Wrapping the towel around herself, she held it up gingerly with one hand as she reached out the other to find a wall. Finding it, she was slowly making her way around the small room as she searched for the door, her movements in the bath had turned her around a little bit. It was R’gar’s voice that came through the darkness just as she reached the doorway. Hearing that something should fit her, she blinked before pulling her hand from the wall to hold it forward.

Finding a bundle of things in her hand as R’gar offered them to her, Prontin’s eyebrows rose. Letting go of the towel so she would have a second hand, she felt the material careful finding two pieces there of dramatically different size. Taking the smaller one first, she pulled and tugged at it as she turned it in her hands before deciding it must be an undergarment. Slidding it over and up her legs, she picked back up the first one. A similar procedure followed with this one before she determined it was a very simple, cotton dress. Pulling the largest hole over her head, it took her a moment to find her way out of it again.

Feeling it on her just as she had his shirt the night before, she found the material tight against the front of her neck while the back felt loose and wide open. Pulling her arms back into the dress, she carefully turned it around so that the front of the dress was now on the front of her. Able to breath freely once more, she smiled and ran her fingers down the front of the dress. Buttons! That explained why it was so open in the front. Finding a button and a hole, she put it in it, doing up three carefully before realizing she had missed a hole and the dress was a little lopsided. Undoing them again, she started over with the correct hole. It took her several moments, but she was able to close the dress properly.

“It does fit.” She said, letting her hands run down her own sides as she felt its style. “Where did you get it?”

A soft sneeze reached her ears before she received an answer to her question and Prontin leaned forward, stretching her neck out as she turned her head in the direction of the sound. What was that? It had not been enough of a sound for her to get a good idea. Perhaps someone was here? Perhaps it was the woman who owned the dress R’gar had brought to her. That idea made her stop in her thoughts. Did R’gar have a woman? Oh no… Maybe that was why he had not called her pretty despite what Apollath had said the night before.

[Marnark]

R'gar caught himself staring as she started dressing herself in the clothes he'd brought her. Blinking, he turned and moved away, forcing himself to not watch as she dressed. He tinkered with this, and with that, finding make work to do. Even going so far as to make the bed she'd slept in. But even so, he found he was hyper aware of every sound that came from her end of the room as she dressed.

Once she observed that it did fit, he figured it was clear and he turned to observe. R'gar was rather impressed at how well it fit her. "I got it from the stores, actually. I didn't know where else to go to find anything of the sort." He answered, before letting out a breath. "But it looks good on you." Good enough that R'gar realized that he found himself wanting to take it back off of her again.

Shards, but he needed to find his Healer mindset again. He hadn't been the least bit phased by undressing her last night when it had been his Healer duty to get her out of her sopping clothes and into something dry. But now? Argh. He couldn't find his Healer mind to save his life.

Imp's sneeze didn't even garner R'gar's attention, though he did see how she was peering about without actually being able to see. Which reminded him. "I brought something for you to eat, and drink. If you want it." He mentioned, moving to go get some of that for her. He shooed Imp away with one hand, picking up what he thought she might want.

With some reflection, R'gar realized what a large part of his problem was. Apollath had gone and spilled every bean he had to her ... and he knew nothing about her, hardly. Much less what she thought. About knowing whatever it was Apollath had actually told her, or beyond that. She was a mystery to him. What did she think? R'gar didn't know. It was part of why he was struggling to figure out how to deal with her. What was appropriate, what was not. He didn't have anything to go on, even his being her Healer set aside.

All he knew, was she was blind, lived with her folks, and was an aspiring Harper that had never experienced much of anything. And that she wanted him to be something other than a Healer all the time. Which ... made life awful difficult. Setting aside the Healer mindset was probably the worst thing he could have done, given the situation.

Maybe he should find out something about her. Something other than whatever it was about her that so fascinated and drew him. He knew why he liked her ... her spirit was unlike any other he'd ever met. She burned like a torch among candles. Her handicap didn't stop her from living, from taking care of herself. Or from being curious about things. She just went about it differently. And it fascinated him. Whether he liked it or not, he was a moth to her torch. The more he realized he should avoid her for that reason, the closer he got to being scorched to death.

"How old are you Prontin?" He asked, figuring that he ought to start simple. For he couldn't even guess her age. Whether she was older, younger, or anything else. He had no idea. What he did know was deceptive. She was so innocent, and so naive about everything, it lent a mind to think she was young. Which was a bad thing, given he'd already stolen a kiss from her. But that fire and determination of hers, that smacked of being older. Which was she?

R'gar offered her a hand to guide her to a chair to sit in, before offering her the plate with a roll on it. "Here. I don't know if you like sweet rolls or not, but that's what I could find on short notice. If you want something else, I'll get it for you. I have some klah, too."

Imp ambled across the desk, and sat down on the corner there, tilting his head over as he watched Prontin. She so captured his pet's attention, he couldn't help but wonder why.

[Lady Smara]

Hearing that the dress looked good on her, Prontin smiled though that smile deepened into a blush as she remembered her conversation with Apollath the night before. R’gar thought she was pretty… She was not sure how much she could trust the dragon in such judgments, but there seemed very little room to argue after the dragon had seemingly read her own mind. Even so, Prontin could not help but feel the pleasure it brought to her to think that the rider thought her pretty.

Being lead to a chair, Prontin sat carefully before finding a plate in her hands. Hearing the mention of food her stomach had in fact rumbled softly, though she doubted anyone heard it but herself. Settling the plate carefully on her knees, she felt upon it until she found the sweetroll that he had mentioned. Breaking off a small piece, she lifted it to her lips to try it.

“Mmm.” She said, closing her eyes for a moment as she enjoyed the taste of it. After the storm and commotion, she had forgotten completely about dinner and had not realized how hungry she was. Opening her eyes again out of habit rather than necessity, she carefully tore off another bite as her eyes rested on the wall across the room from her. She could hear Imp, his talons scraping against something… wood perhaps. Her attention, however, was focused on R’gar.

“I am 24 turns.” She answered easily, lifting the new piece of sweetroll to her lips. Chewing it thoughtfully, she swallowed and decided if it was a fair question to ask herself, it could be a fair question to ask in return. “I’m terrible at guessing ages, R’gar. How many turns do you call your own?”

In honesty, she had never even attempted to guess an age for him. Whether he was older or younger than herself didn’t matter. Age beyond childhood was a difficult concept for her. There were children, adults and elderly. The difference within each age group could not be seen by the woman who lived her life through sounds and touch.

[Marnark]

Maybe he'd had a good luck of the draw. She seemed to be enjoying the sweetroll. Maybe she liked them? R'gar poured a cup of klah and took that to her too before getting a roll and settling himself on the edge of his bed, resting his elbows on his knees as he picked the roll apart with his fingers thoughtfully.

Twenty four turns. She didn't look nearly that old. It was certainly not an age he would have guessed for her. He couldn't help but offer a small amused laugh at her comment on being terrible at guessing ages. Given she could not see anyone to make such a guess, he could well imagine so. "I'm twenty." R'gar answered, not sure if he found it amusing that he was younger than her ... and by so much. He finally ate one of the bits of roll, and looked over at her speculatively.

What else to ask her? There was so much that he wanted to know. It was somewhat odd, in his mind, that she was so old and yet not married off. Even despite her obvious handicap. Or maybe she was? She'd never mentioned a husband, at any rate. Belatedly, R'gar realized this was something he should have found out before he'd gone and kissed the girl. Woman. But then, he also recalled that she'd been pretty happily dancing with J'zen ... until he'd rather prominently interrupted the pair of them. Which he still felt he was in the right to have done, and he still didn't like J'zen's attitude for it. What if J'zen was significant to her? R'gar didn't know what to think. He was treading in unknown waters, that was for sure.

He certainly didn't want to bring J'zen up. The rider left a sour taste in R'gar's mouth. So he had to find some other tactful way of inquiring into her personal relations. There was only one problem; there was no tactful way to ask. But he needed ... wanted to know.

Imp fluttered over to where R'gar was sitting, and ended up getting fed more of the roll than R'gar was eating himself. Not that he was going to complain about that! Finally, R'gar sighed, unable to think of how to ask what he wanted to know without being blatantly rude about it.

The more he thought on it, the more he felt he was a complete and total idiot. No matter which way the pie was sliced, he was an idiot when it came to her. He knew nothing about her, but yet he was interested. She was his charge, and he was interested. His own dragon had gone and divulged all his hoarded beans to her ... and he still didn't know what she thought about all that. He was just plain an idiot.

He gave the last bit of roll to Imp, who happily took it and chowed down on it. "I apologize if anything Apollath said to you upset you. He doesn't exactly have the best tact, or the best understanding of people." He said, finally. Or that some things were just best left unsaid. At least for now the dragon was asleep, and maybe he had time to mend the fences.

[Lady Smara]

Twenty. So he was younger than her, though honestly it was not by much. Even so, it was something that did not weigh heavily on her mind. What began to weigh heavily on her mind, however, was the silence that stretched afterwards. She had neatly finished her sweetroll, licked her fingers clean and listened to Imp’s movements while waiting for him to say something. When it became apparent that he wasn’t going to she began to worry.

Perhaps he was offended that she was older than him? Perhaps it was not the answer he was looking for? Had she done something wrong? Something that was invisible to her but he could see clearly? Was he upset? Angry? Her smile slowly faded as the silence continued until she let her face drop to be gazing blindly at the floor.

Finally the silence was broken, and Prontin breathed easier. R’gar, it seemed, was still caught on the conversation she had with Apollath the night before. But at least it seemed he was not upset or angry with her. This was something tangible, something she could hold onto and work with rather than some invisible mistake she might or might not have made.

“Apollath did not upset me.” She said carefully, making sure that her words would also not further upset R’gar. She was a little confused that R’gar did not know what the dragon had said to her, but perhaps it was like R’gar speaking to Apollath when she could not hear the dragon. Could only she hear it?

“All Apollath said was that you thought I was pretty, R’gar.” She finally added, wishing she knew where his arm was, she would have liked to rest her hand on it to reassure him. “I took that as a wonderful compliment. Men tend to shower women with compliments when those women are able to offer compliments in return. My own ability to is hindered to what I can feel or hear.”

Pausing again, he pulled her head back up to face where his voice had been coming from. Tilting it to the side slightly, she decided to muster her own courage and even as she spoke she felt a smile tugging on one side of her thin lips. “I don’t think you would have complimented me either, if Apollath had not done so for you.”

[Marnark]

The blasted dragon hadn't upset her ... or so she claimed. This was a good thing. It was also a good thing to know what he'd told her. That was innocent enough, he supposed. Until he'd gone and made it not-innocent. Ugh, he was such an idiot! He'd betrayed far more than Apollath had, apparently.

Imp niggled at his elbow, looking for more roll to eat. But R'gar flicked his fingers to get the remnant sticky off of them. "Heh." He said, a small smile reaching his features. "I suppose that's true. I ... " he trailed off, and straightened where he was sitting, watching her. "I was trying to leave well enough alone, you know. Some people don't take kindly to such things, and the partners of lovely ladies especially don't." He shrugged, and flicked a finger at Imp, making the flitter jump and squeak in surprise. "Some things are best left unsaid. Especially in the long run." He reasoned.

Maybe she would understand. Maybe not. But he had already learned a while ago that the culture was somewhat different between North and South. Figuring out when and where was a trick though.

Deciding that R'gar wasn't going to give him anything more, Imp flew over to Prontin and landed on her lap. He hung onto her dress with his feet as he situated his balance, nosing about on her plate in search of goodies with a questioning cheep.

[Lady Smara]

Prontin could not help but laugh, shaking her own head in denial. Yes, some partners would take offense to such a statement, Prontin had no such partners. She had family and a few friends, but nobody who would take offense to someone calling her pretty. Well… Her mind wandered to the night J’zen had asked her to dance and R’gar had stepped in. J’zen had called her pretty, beautiful even. But that was his Harper’s tongue coming out… wasn’t it?

“I’ve no such partners.” She said, though whatever thoughts were going to follow that statement were swept away as she heard Imp flap his wings. Finding the little creature suddenly in her lap, Prontin’s smile quickly widened into one of pure pleasure.

“Hello!” She said softly, letting her fingers run along the creature to see if anything had changed. She had spent enough time with Imp that she was calm and confident he would not bite her, though his flight still made her nervous at times. Hearing him sniff around the plate, she laughed. “I’m afraid I’ve eaten it all on you.” Petting the creature with gentle fingers, Prontin turned her attention back to the Brown Rider.

“Some things are best left unsaid, but there are some other things that are better to be out in the open. It brightens my world, R’gar, to know that a rider might think me pretty. I can’t see so for myself, so there are often times a reminder warms me. I am glad Apollath told me.”

Her cheeks turned rosie as she remembered what that knowledge had lead to and the kiss R’gar had given her… and the one she had returned. Yes, she was glad she knew and while it would change things, she didn’t see how they could change for the worse.

[Marnark]

R'gar watched her as she laughed. She was pretty when she was just being. But she was radiant when she smiled and laughed. A smile reached his own features again as he watched her, though he could only guess what she was laughing at. That was soon enough cured once she stopped laughing and spoke again. No such partners? That was a relief to know. By some luck of the draw, he got lucky enough to have dodged that complication. No one would be hunting him down for that kiss, then. Hopefully. Her father might yet, but he doubted it.

It also was a relief to his mind to know that J'zen was not significant to her. The other Harper might have his uses, but R'gar really really didn't like how J'zen treated people. It eased his mind to know that Prontin wasn't getting regular doses of that.

Imp stood in her plate and bumped his head against her arm, loving her back as well as he could manage, clearly adoring the attention. A few chirps here and there, and he started licking on her with his little tongue, industriously cleaning her forearm despite it being freshly washed.

R'gar inclined his head slightly. "If I had known that, maybe I would have told you then. But there were quite a few things that I hadn't known. But what Apollath said is true. I do think you are lovely." It was a hard thing to admit, but it was true.

Or ... maybe he shouldn't have after all. By warming, surely she didn't mean all that blushing she was doing now. Shardit, he really should keep his mouth shut. "It's nothing to be embarrassed over." He assured her, fervently wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. Embarrassing her was not what he had meant to do!

[Lady Smara]

Hearing his words, she did blush deeper though her smile only remained strong as he attempted to correct himself by saying she should be embarrassed. Tilting her face downward toward Imp who seemed to be licking her arm, she laughed again as she continued to bath Imp in attention of her own. “Embarrassed? I am not embarrassed.” She said, a strand of slowly drying hair falling into her face. With no sight for it to block, however, she did not move it as she lifted her face once more toward that familiar and pleasant voice.

“I am just unused to such compliments, trust me, I do not desire you to stop by any means.” And it was a truthful statement. She liked R’gar, perhaps a little more than what she would normally attach the word ‘like’ to. Letting her toothy smile fade into one of just lips, she ran a hand along the flit again even as a curious look took over her features.

“R’gar, what does Imp eat?” Pausing, she added in attempt to continue the current conversation, “And what about you, R’gar? Do I need to worry about any women being upset with me after spending a night in your Weyr?”

[Marnark]

She was blushing even more now. But still smiling. That was a good sign if there ever was one. "I'm glad you're not embarrassed. Because you sure look like you are." R'gar teased gently, amused at her. Of course, she wouldn't realize the level of physical communication that could be seen, given she couldn't see, and apparently never could. She was unused to compliments? Ach! "Prontin, if people could not see the beauty in you, they were more blind than you could ever be. I am sad to think that you really aren't used to such things as compliments. You've a fire of spirit that I've never seen in anyone else before or since. On top of being a lovely young woman on the outside too." Which was true, but ... he probably could have said that a looot more tactfully. Oh well. Words said were like birds escaped. Never to be reclaimed and hidden away.

"Imp?" He asked, distracted by the rather sudden change in topic. "Uh. Pretty much any food item that can't outrun him." He answered. "But I am led to understand that wild flitters eat meat. Small animals, eggs, things of that nature. I do know Imp prefers meat over breads and what not." He answered, with a shrug. Only belatedly realizing that the shrug was wasted on Prontin.

Aaaaaaand, back to the old topic. Wow, she could change subjects so fast as to make anyone's head spin! "Me?" He asked, surprised. "No. I don't normally mingle with people in that fashion." Not since coming South, anyway. He'd attended a few social functions back North, but that was as good as a lifetime ago. "I seriously doubt anyone but you and your family will have even noticed." No ... he most certainly didn't have a girlfriend. That, and he did only just graduate weyrlinghood. If he wasn't mistaken, such relations were forbidden to weyrlings.

[Lady Smara]

Hearing his words that she looked embarrassed, Prontin raised her long slender fingers to her cheek. Feeling it as if she’d be able to tell what color they were, she would have given him a blank look if she could actually see him. As it were, she was slightly puzzled by the statement. It made sense, however, that someone could ‘look’ embarrassed given that she could often hear embarrassment coloring someone’s voice.

At the mention that Imp would eat anything made her wish she still had some of her sweetroll left. She silently promised herself to keep a piece if she had any idea he was in the area. Imp was such a sweetheart, she found herself wanting to spoil him.

It seemed strange to Prontin that he would not have someone himself. Of course she had to go off of personality more than looks despite having finally felt his face, Prontin couldn’t see why someone else might not have noticed him. Of course, she didn’t know about the rule that weyrlings were not suppose to have relationships, but she did know that riders often fornicated, and she most defiantly knew about dragon flights. It was the last gold flight that had brought them together, after all. She could not help but be glad that green flights did not affect her the way that gold flight had.

“Why would nobody but myself and my family have noticed you?” she asked, as puzzled over that as the idea that she could ‘look’ embarrassed rather than simply sound it.