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Post by Memorie on Nov 30, 2006 22:42:47 GMT -5
Tujal followed the older man into his weyr, which was not very far away. Grasping his hand, she followed along behind him like a loving puppy. She wasn't sure what was going to happen, or how, but she sincerely hoped whatever it was wouldn't ruin their relationship. It had taken a good long year to get where she was now.
Finally, they arrived at his weyr. Tujal looked at him, this time her eyes wide like a puppy's.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Dec 5, 2006 13:01:20 GMT -5
The tallish man turned and locked his grey eyes on Tujal. As much as he wanted this he still wasn't quite sure she did. After all up untill this point it seemed she had done every possible thing to keep him out of her bed. But he had delt with her holdbred ideas in relatively good candor and a little voice noted that he was being a wherrybrained idiot to second guess this. But he had to, gass and ash his father for instilling a sense of pride and honor in him.
"Tujal... We don't have to..." I'slen knew the impression he made on young women, well the impression most bronze riders made on young women. And he also knew that despite Tujal's say otherwise in many respects she thought and felt as all other young women did. And I'slen really did not want to deal with something she was going to regret later.
He wrapped his arms about her in a hug then retreated back in the room to sit on the bed. Weseaneth rumbled in happy contentment and urged his rider onwards. Dragon emotions being what they were, I'slen had to readjust his seat as it had suddenly grown... uncomfortable. He looked back over to Tujal and flashed a smile, as much as he tried the cockiness was showing through. I'slen blamed the bronze fully, Wes of course, was only more amused.
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