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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 14, 2006 22:32:57 GMT -5
Ruet took what seemed like a lifetime to figure out what dress to wear to lunch. She suprised her dragon and herself with the sudden statement that she had nothing to wear. Finally she settled on a deep red colored dress, with a very simple cut. She didn't want it to see like she had changed her apparel just for him. Sharieth thought she was being very silly indeed.
After a few moments of messing with her curly hair she decided today was a down day. She wouldn't be flying anywhere and her hair really was causing her no end of trouble. "One day I might cut it all off." No you wouldn't.
Rue smiled and walked out of her weyr, with a false confidence. Her pride would not let her admit to anything outloud or to her dragon. She even shielded her thoughts. The Bronzerider did not repulse her like most of the others did. Putting such thoughts from her mind she seated herself at the High Table, waiting.
It was only a few moments later that the very man arrived. For a moment Rue looked away, anywhere but at the man approaching but he arrived more swiftly than she anticipated. Her eyes found his immediately. She didn't need to wave or look foolish either for he knew exactly where she was. "Good day, Wingsecond K'leren. How do you and Nemenath fare this afternoon?"
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Post by Memorie on Sept 14, 2006 22:41:50 GMT -5
"Greeting, Weyrlady. My bronze and I are well, we are both in high spirits. How are you and Sharieth?"
Sharieth is in fine color. K'leren snickered and added Nemenath's thoughts to the conversation.
K'leren sat next to the woman, noting her fine red dress. He himself had dressed up a bit, wearing his favorite green shirt with the golden embroidery. He had bartered his sevices for this shirt after achieving wingsecond rank. His black pants were tucked neatly into his finest boots, and he had actually combed his hair. Even beyond that, he had taken a shower after drills and used the best smelling sweetsand he had. Topping it all off with a fine copper-gold colored necklace with a pendant on the end of a bronze dragon with claw outstretched, he definitely looked his finest.
The man had decided the night previous, before falling into a very satisfying sleep, that he was going to go after the woman. She was nice, and he liked her for unexplainable reasons. And what he liked best about her was that he could sit silently with her and not feel the fool for not entering into vapid conversation. He really liked that, and it seemed to suit her as well.
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 14, 2006 22:58:31 GMT -5
"Sharieth is in good spirits as am I." Ruet answered him as formal as she dared. His green shirt had caught her eye. Not many people would wear green. She found herself liking that about him. Actually she found it interesting, it reminded her that not all people believed in the silly old wives tales. She commented on this, unsure if it was rude to say anything about it, "Do you like the color green?" Ruet would not complain since she thought it looked good on him.
Sharieth thought her rider was being quite silly. Rue, you had better know that that doesn't count as flirting. Besides F'sen, what have you really got to lose? I, uh, don't know.
A drudge came by to whom Ruet said, " I'd like a couple meatrolls, a redfruit and a cup of water, please." The woman nodded to the Junior Weyrwoman with a smile. Then turned her attention to the Bronzerider next to her.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 15, 2006 20:08:18 GMT -5
"Aye," he said, smiling that she had noticed his boldness in wearing the color. "I have a couple others in this colors, but in different shades."
A drudge came by and asked the riders what she could bring them. "Whatever stew is on, sweetrolls, and juice, please. Thanks."
Soon, the drudge returned with their food. "Here ye are, soir and lady," she said, setting their plates down. K'leren smiled widely. He was hungry.
"Mmm, it looks really good. Please give the kitchen my regards, Turilia."
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 15, 2006 23:10:55 GMT -5
"Green is a large portion of my wardrobe as well." She said though didn't comment that she had worn red becasue she wore red less often... and it was a semi special occassion. Her eyes moved to the drudge who had brought their food to them. "Thank you." Ruet said and sampled a piece of her meatroll.
"Do you know all the drudges?" she asked in curiosity. Rue had never thought to ask all of them their names. It impressed her that he had known the woman's name anyway.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 16, 2006 12:02:25 GMT -5
"Oh, most of them," K'leren said airily. "Some of them, I Searched myself." He smiled. "She made a promising Gold candidate. Oh well, Nemenath and myself have had mis-Searches before."
I never have. You insisted on bringing her because she was pretty.
True enough. K'leren picked up a spoon and began to eat some of his stew. After swallowing a couple bites, so he didn't seem too eager to know, he asked, "So, did you tell F'sen you were meeting me here today?"
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 16, 2006 12:29:58 GMT -5
Ruet watched the woman closely. She was a pretty woman. Perhaps people were searched on looks as well. That made sense considering the number of attractive people at the Weyr. “Ah, I see.” She commented before eating more of her meatroll.
“F’sen wasn’t around to talk to this morning. He does not know.” Ruet spoke truthfully but wondered what the other man was trying to gain by asking the question. Ruet was usually curious. Especially about people she was trying to understand.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 18, 2006 21:01:09 GMT -5
It was K'leren's turn. "Ah, I see," he said, fully aware that he was echoing her sentiments of a few moments ago. Briefly, he wondered where F'sen had been that he wasn't around to greet his awakening weyrmate. Then memory served him, and he remembered that F'sen was also a wingsecond, like himself, and had probably had drills that morning, also like himself.
He looked at Ruet and smiled. "And how is the redfruit, Lady?" He decided to change the subject away from F'sen; to keep conversation from stagnating.
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 18, 2006 21:24:45 GMT -5
She looked at him a moment. Though he had repeated her, it did not sound like he was mocking her. "The redfruit is good. We are having some trouble with fruit this turn I'm afraid..." She added her eyes moving down to the fruit on her plate. "Some of the Holds don't tithe properly and now we are going to be short of fruit. That means bad news for the healers. I have been looking at the records and there is a direct correllation with less fruit and increased illness."
Ruet seemed almost passionate when she talked of healing. When she knew somethign well, then she was most comfortable discussing it. Of course she had hoped she wouldn't scare K'leren off. Her words represented her. She did have knowledge even if some people thought she was a slow, quiet, pretty girl.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 18, 2006 21:47:27 GMT -5
K'leren nodded. It was common sense among riders, of course, to eat well, and that included fruits. It was one of the reasons why holdfolk and crafters were sick so often, because they wouldn't eat well. It was no coincidence that riders rarely got sick. But the fervor with which Ruet spoke made K'leren smile. It was surprising that such a quiet soul such as she could get worked up over any thing, though he could understand her passion for healing. "You like Healer's work, Ruet?" he asked, smiling. She was certainly unpredictable in that sense.
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 18, 2006 22:26:58 GMT -5
"My father is a master healer. My mother assists him. Most of my family have been healers for forever." She said and then went on to comment. "I would become a master healer if my family would allow me. I'm a better healer than any of my siblings. Its too late now though. I have a whole Weyr to worry about and not just health either."
Ruet looked at him a moment, "Did you ever study a craft?" She bit into some of her redfruit. Her eyes, never leaving him for long.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 18, 2006 22:49:19 GMT -5
Smiling, K'leren said, "Aye, it is most often the family that holds people back. But we do greatly appreciate your services here, Lady Ruet." He deftly took a bite more of soup before it got cold.
"Did you ever study a craft?" she asked him.
He looked up at her before answering. She had come rather from prestige, and he wasn't sure he wanted to answer that question. He hadn't come from dirt, exactly, but he had just been a holder's son at Telgar. Shaking his head, he frowned. "No, no craft. But I can paint and draw, given the time to sit and practice that skill. I was taught by the hold Harper."
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 19, 2006 16:31:41 GMT -5
"My father doesn't believe it is a woman's place to achieve rank in any craft. For the same reason Lady Holders don't run holds." She gave him a smile. It was how she was raised and yet she had grown accustomed to her title. Strange though it may seem, she felt she had always belonged there as long as she had Sharieth.
"Really?" She asked wide eyed. "Do you paint anything in particular?" Ruet wished she knew something like that. Painting and drawing were much more fascinating than healing to her. Mainely because she had been healing from the day she could help her father. Even now, the Weyr had lots of uses for a woman of her talents.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 24, 2006 15:35:03 GMT -5
"Well, my Lady, some men are just...misled." K'leren nodded seriously. "Some just don't know how powerful and good a woman can be."
Whoa, down boy.
K'leren smiled; the dragon always let him know when he was going too far. "But you're at the Weyr now, and that's the most important thing. You're helping us in a very necessary way here."
He told her about painting, and she seemed excited about that. "Oh, no, not really," he said, taking a sip of his beverage. "Just whenever I feel inspired." He nodded. "Firelizards, trees overstanding lakes, people...." He trailed off, thinking of all those he had done.
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 27, 2006 10:21:41 GMT -5
Her mind wandered a little as he spoke, about men and how they percieved things outside the Weyr. She knew how it was. For all that her father had been one of them, he still would rather her pursue a craft than any of her siblings. If only he could have been courageous for once instead of hiding behind tradition.
"I know. Sharieth would have died had I not come here." Before she sounded like a complete deadglow she amended her phrase,"I mean, she was so ill upon her hatching. None of the other girls possessed the healing skills she needed to become better." Keeping herself from sounding more self conceited she quieted to listen about his painting.
"Have you ever painted a Queen dragon? I just know Sharieth and Zhariath would love to be painted. Lyrai will be thrilled." Rue said with a smile. "The Weyrwoman and I like seeing the two Queens together."
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