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Post by FireThorne on Feb 7, 2007 15:42:22 GMT -5
Raelwyn sat at the edge of the lake silently, her deep green eyes trained on the black waters as they slowly moved with the gentle breeze. A few of her fellow candidates were spread about her, done with their chores for the day. Some chattering and giggling went on, but she chose to ignore the others for the moment. She really only liked Panna and Toya. Usually, the girl was quite the social little thing, making friends easily and speaking with just about everyone around her. Today, however, she felt oddly melancholy; not exactly sad, but slightly gloomy. A bit too depressed to flirt and laugh with the others. Perhaps it was homesickness, or a wistful desire to Impress. It might even, perchance, have been the secret knowledge inside herself that Toya and Panna were going to Impress a dragon, and leave her behind. Weyrlings did not have time for much else except their dragonets. Sighing pensively, Rael bent her knees and rested her chin on them, careful to keep her knee-length skirt in all the right places so she did not flash too much leg. She was not that type of girl. The Fort-born was abruptly aware of a boy that had suddenly settled next to her, and she inwardly sighed, fully knowing what would occur next.
“Hey, sweetness. Is something on your mind?” He asked, all charm and concern.
Raelwyn could have punched him. She knew the boy well, and had seen him buttering up more than just a few woman since she had arrived a mere few sevendays ago. He might have had the lips of an angel, but he had the personality of an ass. “No. Leave me alone.” The candidate snapped, staring straight ahead at the lake. She would be charred before some jerk would sweet-talk her into doing something she would regret. She was more than just a prize to be bedded and placed upon a mantle. However, he was apparently deaf.
“Hey now, I’m just trying to get a pretty girl to cheer up a little.” He insisted, still sounding oh-so-sweet and innocent. He reached out and tried to place his hand on her shoulder, but Rael jerked away.
“Shard it.” She snapped, and shoved herself to a standing position, her back rigidly straight. The candidate wished she could kick him hard enough to neuter the old-fashioned way, but she did not want to get in trouble. Impression was soon. Shooting him a glare that was all ice and daggers, Raelwyn turned and stalked away, muttering to herself as she did so. ‘Deadglow of a man.’ She hissed, balling her fists. ‘If given the chance, I could have put a sharding puncture wound in that inflated ego.’ Unfortunately, the girl was so enthralled in her reflections that she did not notice the boy approaching from behind until he grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. “You sharding wherry, let me go.” She hissed, jerking violently against his hold.
“You made me look quite the fool, love.” He said softly, watching her coldly.
A shiver went down the girl’s spine, but a fire sprang to life in her emerald gaze, spreading through her blood and heating her entire body with anger. A dangerous glint appeared in her eyes. “Go….out….and howl….with the wolves, you brute.” Rael snarled, landing her knee into his side and jerking her arm with all her strength. The boy howled and released her, and she stumbled back, unable to stop herself. The candidate gave a short, clipped cry, but her fall was abruptly halted as she landed against something hard and warm. Blinking in surprise, Raelwyn stood perfectly still for a few moments, then slowly raised her eyes upward, tilting her head back slightly to see what exactly she had tumbled into. She breathed out two words softly.
“Oh shards.”
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Post by brimstone81 on Feb 7, 2007 16:20:43 GMT -5
G'del had been spending a nice quite day at the lake, his Solarith was swimming peacefully in the water with another bronze and a brown. Solarith was much more sociable today than G'del himself was. The skies looked clear, it seemed like a nice day for flying, but today of all days he felt compelled to cancel Beta wing practice short, much to the relief of some other riders. Let them relax the rest of their day, but G'del had wanted time off for himself to think and just be serene for an afternoon. He was just standing there, watching the dragons swimming when he heard some yelling behind him. One voice distinctly female, one male. He dearly hoped it wasn't that odd couple, Venaru and D'lon. They seemed to be professional bickerers, even thought they weren't even weyrmates anymore. Well that's what happens when you have a child with some one you don't really care for. That was why G'del tred carefully around women, too. He didn't want to fall for their traps. He wanted to find a really good one before he settled down.
Well the noise was not subsiding, so the wide shouldered, muscular former smithy turned around to see a young woman tumbling back at him, protectivly, his instinct was to put out his arms, and so he did. His move was at the precise moment when she came down, and hand caught her sides, below her breasts and above her hips. There was a moment of silence, and then the bronzerider ackwardly removed his hands and stepped back a pace. She is not a rider. Solarith noted without even being asked. G'del looked down at her with some concern, and ever valient, "Excuse me milady. Are you alright? Is he bothering you anymore?"
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Post by FireThorne on Feb 9, 2007 8:01:00 GMT -5
((I said it in her profile and I’ll say it again, Rael’s a sucker for sweet boys....or men.))
Raelwyn could only stare at the man silently as he steadied her on her feet, releasing her sides as soon as she had her balance. He had some serious skill, for he had caught her perfectly to keep her from suffering a nasty fall. His hands were even politely placed. The candidate turned and took in his appearance, unable to stop herself from noticing how very muscular and handsome he was. However, her eyes abruptly found the double bars on his tunic, the rank symbol for a Wingleader, and she visibly paled. Of all people in all the weyrs of Pern, she had to fall right into a bronzer. The girl caught her breath softly, certainly expecting his next words to be a rebuke, but what he spoke stunned her. Even his expression was all concern, but she could tell that unlike the boy’s, his was genuine. ‘Lady’, he called her? No one had ever called the candidate a lady. ‘Girl’, perhaps, ‘candidate’ usually, and even ‘woman’, but never lady. No one considered a candidate that highly.
“I...am not sure.” She started softly, then turned slightly, pinning the boy with her sharp stare. He took one look at the Wingleader and whirled, stalking back the direction they had come. Not even he was foolish enough to contest a bronzerider. Sighing lightly in relief, Raelwyn turned her full attention back on the man behind her, crossing her arms over herself. Creeps like that made her feel so dirty, her skin crawled. “Thank you. He....would not accept my decline.” The candidate said quietly, dropping her green eyes to the ground. Bronzeriders were not supposed to be like him, were they? Were they not all arrogant, superior men? They were leaders, yes, and good ones too, but they were no supposed to be so....chivalrous. She felt compelled to say something more, for he had done much for a girl who was nothing but a lowly candidate to him, even if she wore the shoulder knots of a gold candidate. She was still nothing.
Raelwyn placed one hand on her skirt and swept low in a lovely curtsy, something Nye had drilled into her skull so she would appear both poised and graceful. She retained that posture as she spoke. “I am Raelwyn, Wingleader. I am sorry I do not know to whom I address my thanks. I just arrived from Fort a few sevendays ago.” The girl kept her eyes downcast, for she could not bring herself to look into his handsome face again. The candidate was ashamed that she had made such a scene before him, even if it was not her fault. Something about his manner, his kind words and gentle deeds, lightly tugged on one of her heart’s strings. She was such a sucker for sweet, kind men... it made her feel safe. Then she berated herself for thinking that way. ‘Foolish, foolish little girl.’ She thought tersely, inwardly chuckling humorlessly.
Rael held her curtsy, waiting for him to speak. If he would call her lady, then she would play a lady for him. Few men received such treatment from the high-spirited candidate, but he was a chivalric man, and such men broke through her defenses like a mallet through glass.
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Post by brimstone81 on Feb 12, 2007 15:25:45 GMT -5
G'del was usually polite to people he talked to. Funny thing was, he didn't talk to a whole lot of people. He could be social, but usually had more important matters on his hands. He didn't even know this young woman was a candidate, really, all he knew was that Solarith told him that she wasn't a rider. Curteous manners were always well recieved-unless of course they were sarcastic. G'del was a tad surprized to see her flourishing greeting with fancy curtsey and all. Probably one of those Lord's daughters they get for queen candidates. He was borne from crafter's blood, there were none of the Bloodline in him, and yet he could have impeccable manners if he wanted to use them. G'del knew enough not to judge people by appearances, but she did seem to hold herself like she was more than just a commoner. Some one had to have taught her such grace.
G'del, at his turn, nodded, "I am G'del. It's a pleasure, however it is too bad that we meet on the tail end of an argument." A rather physical argument at that. If she was a candidate, the boy was most likely one too. And if that were the case, the boy would not challenge a Wingleader, if he knew what was best for him. G'del looked at the girl again. Yes, she had the essence of beauty, such as many of the Searched queenriders had. There were exceptions of course, but this girl was not by any means plain. She, he deduced, must be a candidate, and most likely a queen candidate since the Weyr seemed to have found a few more recently.
She mentioned that she was from Fort. It brought back memories. It was the Weyr where Solarith was hatched, and where G'del himself got his start. Of course after a turn or so into his adulthood he was transferred to Southern. It had been a while, and every once in a while he missed it. But she had not said Hold or Weyr. "Fort, eh? Would you be a weyrbrat then like myself? Or a holder's daughter?"
He had believed in the latter, and was not quite used to talking to a woman who so continuously down cast her eyes. Recently he had been in company with queenriders and bronzeriders, and the whole lot of them were not afraid to look a man in the eyes. So unlike this modest girl. He put his hand under her chin and lifted. (sorry for the minor mode. I can delete if you don't like it.) G'del found it just a little disturbing that all he could see of her face was eyelids and lashes. She was acting like a servant or a bashful daughter. He figured the latter, and so continued calling her formally, "Don't be afraid of looking at me, milady. I have not killed anyone by stare alone." He chuckled lightly, "Not to scare you for I have not killed a man in my life thus far."
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Post by FireThorne on Feb 14, 2007 8:18:09 GMT -5
Raelwyn had always possessed a natural grace, Nye had observed, and it certainly expressed itself in her elegant movements and mannerisms. She had been a gold candidate for quite a few turns, and she had always striven to be a lady among girls. It was not as if she considered herself better than the others, but she just had a drive to constantly better herself. Usually, she was just one of the girls, talking, laughing, and lounging about the common room gossiping about riders, but she always had manners when the situation warranted it. And this moment certainly warranted it. At the sound of his voice, the candidate smiled slightly to herself, and a wonderful blush rushed across her face, tinting her cheeks a deep red. How dearly she wished she had not embarrassed herself so before him with the other candidate. “It is a pleasure, Wingleader G’del.” She replied, sounding a slight breathy even to herself. The whole situation, from boy to bronzer, had played on her nerves.
The girl was apprehensive. She was a mere candidate, and nothing to the man before her. Yet, he was being rather gentle and polite, even though he was a bronzerider and certainly had better things to do with his time than tend to her. Raelwyn had always considered herself to be rather plain and stark compared to the other women about her, and not all that attractive. She was lithe, not light, with barely a subtle shape to her hips that suggested a blossoming woman, but not a generous, curvy figure. It never entered her mind to talk to riders. Usually, the more vibrant, fiery girls attracted the bronzers back home, and even a few of her fellow candidates had been taken to their beds. Rael could never imagine seducing a rider. With all of her confidence and self-assurance, she had never thought about herself as being alluring, but rather just pretty. She always assumed the boys who tried to seduce her were just looking for a challenge because she never went very far with them. So, naturally, she was not exactly confident in her current situation.
Oval-shaped eyes widened at G’del’s question, and she almost could have smiled. How could he have mistaken her for a holder’s daughter? She was not nearly lovely enough for that. “A weyrbrat, Wingleader, and proud to have been born and raised as such. My parents were riders at Fort.” A few fond memories of her birthweyr came to mind, mostly of her brother, but all of that flew away when she felt his fingers on her chin. Raelwyn blinked in surprise as her green eyes rose to meet his, her heart curiously strained as their gazes found each other. It was an endearing gesture, and the girl felt herself smiling softly. “Please, Wingleader, I am no lady, just a mere candidate for gold.” She said quietly, still looking into his dark eyes. “You do not have to treat me with such honor.” The bronzerider’s noble demeanor was a welcome change after the wild, randy boys she had been around all sevenday. The girl’s heart had always been vulnerable, and her emotions tended to run away with her rather easily, so this man was pushing some dangerous buttons after she had been treated so roughly. Rael might just start crying on him.
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Post by brimstone81 on Feb 14, 2007 15:46:04 GMT -5
G'del was surprized a bit that she recognized his rank when he did not give it, and rather stupidly let one of his hands rise to his shoulder knots. Well, any one would have been able to tell that, since he had not changed at all from wing practice. He smiled at her. She looked calm and graceful, yet he wondered if she were entirely comfortable. Most candidates were not exactly comfortable around those of much higher rank, well most except Brook who tried to seduce him. She was darn near close except for that she told him so sweetly to 'grow a pair.' And G'del was a prideful man who took many things to heart and from that point on, he had been turned against that queen candidate. She would get over him soon enough. G'del smiled a bit, loving to see women blush, "Why, you flush so prettily."
G'del himself had fit in with other bronzers and even queenriders at Fort and Southern nicely enough. Still, G'del had been one of the quietly ambitious sorts who worked towards his goals with out bragging or showing off his achievements as he knew some buddies to do. G'del was rather stiff with things, and he liked to go with the book in most situations. And G'del always tried to save face, for instance he tried to save Brook's honor, however it did not have the desired effect. One of G'del's staples was honor, another loyalty, and with out his strong ambition, some wondered why he didn't Impress brown. G'del left Southern because of ambition, and at Ponaa, with the exception of catching a queen, had risen to the top of the ranks. Unfortunately, his quietness and his noble streak became his bane at times, for he had high expectations of women, so not just any woman would do. And because of the quietness, he was not always the first bronzerider a weyrwoman of any age thought of.
"A weyrbrat, hmm? You must have been too young when I was a candidate, so no wonder we didn't meet. My parents, my father being a brownrider, reside at Southern. My sister, a greenrider, is there too." Then G'del had lifted her chin to meet her eyes for one. Exquisite coloring the girl had, and she should have no reason to hide them. She had smiled then, and G'del did then too. "All the more reason to be treated as a lady, my dear. As a gold candidate, at least in my eyes, you have prospects of being a lady. However, only by birth or a queen dragon can deem you truely worthy. I have no doubt that you are by the way you act, and until you give me reason to doubt it," He smiled, "then I shall call you milady."
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Post by FireThorne on Feb 16, 2007 8:22:58 GMT -5
Raelwyn could quite easily feel the bright, hot flush on her cheeks, her face warm from her embarrassment. First I’slen in the weyrhall, and now this. It seemed she was doomed to make a dimglow of herself before Ponaa’s bronzeriders. By Faranth, why did that sharding boy have to force himself upon her so close to the man, causing her to make a great show of presenting herself as a very apt klutz? When the girl put her mind to it, and forced her body to obey, she could appear quite graceful and poised, just as she had when she curtsied, but what she did not want anyone to know was she could also be rather clumsy. Rael had been known to trip when there was nothing to trip over, and had even gotten tangled up by her own two feet. Just like the other day in the Alpha weyrs, she recalled grimly. Normally, she carried herself straight and well, and she walked with a cool, assured air, but when she became flustered or angry, all that grace disappeared. It was evident in the occurrences of late: first, she was nervous in the Alpha weyrs, so she had tripped, second, she was excited when they went fishing, which is why she fell in the water, and third, she was spitting mad at that deadglow of a boy just now, which made her too unbalanced to catch herself when she stumbled backward. All instances were terrible proof extreme circumstances made her extremely clumsy.
The candidate hoped she could refrain from embarrassing herself further before the muscular rider. However, before she could recover herself, she could feel the red turn even deeper at the bronzerider’s statement, becoming nearly crimson and creeping across her entire face. Prettily? The girl could only drop her eyes further, feeling odd. To hear a Wingleader say such a thing to a mere candidate like herself was unexpected enough in itself, but she had never thought herself all that fair. Perhaps he was teasing her? But no, G’del would not be cruel to a girl, she was certain, but then why did he say that? Raelwyn turned those thoughts aside, concentrating on his next words. A far easier topic, that. “I would think so, sir, since I am sure I would have remembered your face had we been fellow candidates.” There was a second meaning in that, one that the girl did not intend to insinuate. He was rather handsome. “My father is also a brownrider, Wingleader, and my mother rides green. It seems we have something in common.”
His fingers on her chin, Raelwyn’s green eyes were locked with his dark gaze. The bronzerider’s words were noble and kind, and his smile caused any recess in the girl’s blush to rescind with a vengeance. Each sentiment was so incredibly sweet they pulled each of her heartstrings like a practiced hand on a harp, and she suddenly wished she could be the woman he spoke of. If there were men like this–such men that she had dreamed of–what would she do if she were turned away from gold? The candidate was speechless, quite unused to being treated so gently, especially by rankers. He was a rare one indeed, she thought, to be of such high position and yet still be so kind. G’del was truly the chivalrous type. The girl’s eyes lightened, reflecting many emotions. “Wingleader...” She said gently, a soft smile spreading slowly across her lips, “I will never give you such a reason.” Rael was not like many other gold candidates. She was vulnerable in her emotions, and not at all bold when it came to men. Only when they treated her wrong. However, when presented with a sweet man like the muscular one before her, those hot, stinging defenses fell. “You are truly a noble man, good Wingleader.” The girl said, her voice still soft.
((Oh, look–Rael is goo. Warm, fuzzy, melty goo. Oh, and Panna is excluded from my statement about gold candidates—she is not the flirty, obnoxiously bold type either. ^_^))
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Post by brimstone81 on Feb 19, 2007 16:39:49 GMT -5
G'del watched her, and smiled to himself as she blushed. Had he stepped over the bounds by flattering her? Most women he knew enjoyed being complimented so, and were the more happy when it was by him, a bronzerider. This girl seemed to continually be embarassed, but was that part of her lady charm, or was she truely uncomfortable? This frustrated the man a bit, for he never did have a firm grasp on understanding women-not that many men did, if any at all, but he wanted to know, secretly. He knew that many women did not understand him, either, and very few really tried to get to know him. One day a woman would persue him, and show a little motivation and real interest in him, and then she would know true devotion from him. Until then, he would compliment any woman he would like, even this pretty little flower, for he so loved to woo some days.
Was it possible for her to flush even more? But Rael did, and G'del grinned, temped to ask her what was wrong. He didn't need to because then she spoke. Was she trying to flirt? G'del wouldn't be displeased if she did. He might rather enjoy that. Their fathers were brownriders, he would remember that, for perhaps they might have known eachother from their days at Fort. Her mother was a rider, and that was one difference in how they were probably raised. As a rider, her mother might have not been as actively involved as G'del's mother had been. G'del's mum had looked over some riders' children as a foster mom. "My mother didn't ride, she was just a woman who had followed her husband to the Weyr after he had Impressed. It was a very unusual circumstance. Loving, none-the-less. My mother often looked after some rider children as well as my sister and I."
He watched as she seemed to melt, and this pleased him. So many women of the Weyr were spitfires, wild and suspicious of men, that it was truely refreshing. Raelwyn, it seemed would be more receptive to his wooing and tender words. But she also didn't seem like a silly type. Or at least in time he would find out, but something in him told him that she was not just a silly girl looking to bed a bronzer just for a status by proxy. Or for the thrill and bragging rights. Raelwyn was also a young woman he wouldn't mind seeing more of. And then she spoke with that soft sweet voice of hers, and it made him smile, "I should sincerely hope that you would not, my dear Raelwyn." He said in refrence to her vow not to make him doubt that she was any less of a lady.
“You are truly a noble man, good Wingleader.”
He himself felt flattered, few women who weren't after something fed his ego. It was much appreciated, and he wondered for a second if she was. . . No, it was too soon to even think of that. Her true colors would show, he only had to be patient with her. She was, after all, still only a candidate. And this moment would have been sweeter if it had been evening and they had been alone at the lake, but even now there were people lounging and debating with eachother and candidates running around and Weyrlings getting oiled and bathed, and for the first time G'del realized that the two were not really alone. "Perhaps we could go in doors some where?"
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Post by FireThorne on Feb 21, 2007 8:04:21 GMT -5
((Sorry if this post sounds....uh, well anyway, I was listening to ‘lips of an angel’ while I typed it so.....Sorry, lol. ^_^))
Raelwyn was caught up in the bronzerider’s words, just listening to his voice as he spoke of his childhood. She would have loved to learn so much more about him, yet she was surprised he had shared even that much with her. Quite usually, a bronzer would not give a candidate a passing glance, but G’del...there was something different about him. Although, the girl could hardly call herself an expert in men, considering she had always been the type to shy away from forceful boys with rowdy flirtations, so it was scarcely her place to judge him. She liked to flirt with boys to a point, but light, teasing flirting only, and she was not the type to go further than that. She always reacted with spitting indignation if some idiot tried to push themselves at her, but her weakness was sweet men. The only two people she had ever kissed were charming fellow candidates of hers, which had gone on to Impress blue, but it was only proof that she was sucker for gentle men. She was rather inexperienced when it came to romantics.
Rael did not feel the fool with G’del, however, only embarrassed at the circumstances. Yet, he made her feel like a lady instead of just a candidate, which was a welcome change in routine. Throughout the turns since she had been selected as a candidate, the girl had been subjected to teasing, rough words, and people looking down on her just because of her rank. They never bothered to look beyond her position to see the woman the girl was beginning to blossom into. Raelwyn could have been so much more to people, if they would just allow her to, but everything on Pern ran on rank. And she was at the bottom. She had much to offer, for though she was female she had a quick mind and a warm, open personality, and was rather affectionate. How many soothing words she had to offer, how many whispers of her soft, sweet voice she could have shared if the right man had bothered to see her for her?
Mentally shaking those thoughts aside, dearly hoping that longing wistfulness she had been feeling did not show on her face, Raelwyn smiled at the bronzerider. There was certainly a difference in the way they had grown up, it seemed. His mother had raised him, she had a nanny, but that was nothing she begrudged him for. The girl had been given a solid upbringing by Nye, and the woman had always been kind to her. “What is the name of your mother, Wingleader? Perhaps I have met her.”
The bronzer’s smile was warm and gentle, and it melted any nervousness she had felt into tide of emotions that ran through her blood like fire and made her acutely aware of his presence. It was as if she suddenly realized he was more than just a Wingleader, he was a man. Raelwyn was intensely struck, and an emotion, familiar yet not, crept into her. The girl had felt it before, but not quite so strongly, and she abruptly realized she was developing a crush on G’del. He was a bronzerider that spoke gently and treated her with respect, and his words were noble and sweet. Only a foolish woman would not realize what a jewel he was. When he spoke again, the candidate’s green eyes searched his and she smiled softly, more than happy to oblige him. She, too, had forgotten that they were not alone at the lake, and she was far more than thrilled to spend some time alone with him. Yet, at the same time, Rael was surprised he wanted to. A Wingleader had far better prospects than a candidate girl, but he did not seem even the least bit hesitant about spending more of the afternoon with her. The fact that he might perhaps have taken an interest in her did not even enter the girl’s mind.
He was indeed a truly noble man, and Rael wished she knew more about him. Was there a woman he loved? Did he have any insecurities, fears, or pains? If he harbored any of them, the girl would give much to hold the bronzerider to her and whisper soft, uplifting words to him, and hope that she could brush it away. The candidate wanted to...and she wanted that in return. “Of course, Wingleader.” Raelwyn said quietly, her green eyes still on his handsome face. “I would love to hear of your days at Fort.” ‘And,’ She inwardly added, ‘know more about this dark-eyed gentleman.’
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Post by FireThorne on Feb 22, 2007 16:33:29 GMT -5
((Should we just keep posting here, or should we move our thread somewhere else when they go indoors?))
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Post by brimstone81 on Feb 24, 2007 18:18:19 GMT -5
((I swore I posted this. But anyway, just keep it here, I think))
G'del looked at her, and wondered what she was thinking. She wouldn't be talking to dragons, since she was a candidate. But there were a few hatchings coming up that might remedy that. Shards, though, the queen egg had been stolen and would never return to the sands of Ponaa. It still angered him. Ista had no right to it. And then their queen could have killed young Amenth. At least the queen would rule the Weyr, but G'del was thinking selfishly and didn't trust Ista with a Ponaasian queen. The rider would probably be influenced by the older bronzes, just like everywhere else. He figured Ponaa should be able to bring their own candidates to that hatching, the theives, the whole lot of them. That queen could have been Rael's queen. But now it was lost. No use mulling over it. It still stung. And probably would for a long time. They had gotten away with it, that's what was the worst. He sighed, not wanting to think about it anymore.
"My mother's name was Gesha, she followed my father to Southern, and as far as I know, she's a foster mother there as well. I haven't talked to her for a while." He said, reminicing. His mother had been a sweet woman, no son could ever asked for more, in his eyes anyways. She was the one who made him a gentleman, and she was just a lowercavrens woman, but to G'del she was a lady. That was part of the reason why G'del didn't hesitate to call Rael 'milady.' If you acted like one, you were, no rank really involved. He knew there were some people quite unused to the idea.
She had accepted his offer of going indoors to talk. He nodded to her, "That pleases, me, shall we go to the Hall?"
((we'll just continue here and pretend its at thehall))
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Post by FireThorne on Feb 28, 2007 8:00:24 GMT -5
Raelwyn could tell the bronzerider was thinking about something, for although he seemed distant, she knew riders too well to think he was speaking with his dragon. She had been raised around them, and the far-seeing gaze was not in his eyes. The girl waited patiently for him to speak, rather thinking it would be too bold of her to ask what was troubling him. If it had been R’dir, on the other hand....well, that bronzerider had chosen his place with her upon their first meeting, and this gentleman had earned his the same way. First impressions were really everything, for they established the rock for the rest of the relationship to be built upon. Tilting her head to the side, trying to place the woman’s name in her head, the candidate suddenly realized she did indeed know his mother. Smiling softly, the girl nodded, meeting his dark eyes with her own green ones. “Nanny Gesha, I remember her! My twin sisters were raised by your mother, sir. Koulvi and Seara, though I think they were probably fostered after you Impressed. My own nanny, Nye, was friends with her. Your mother was always a very kind woman, good Wingleader, though I was young when I met her.”
There was no doubt in the girl’s voice as she spoke. Though she did not have the pleasure of being around Gesha very often, the few times she had were pleasant memories. The candidate then understood, very well, where the bronzer learned his manners. It was odd, Raelwyn reflected, to have such a connection with the man before her, though it was not unwelcome. She felt a little closer to him, knowing they shared a past, albeit a small one. She almost wished she could give him some news of his mother, but since she had left for Southern quite a few turns back, the memories she held of the woman were from her earliest time of fostering. Nye had taken her under a very firm control when she turned fourteen turns, and had forced her into learning all types of remedies and basic weyrlife, not to mention drilling reading, writing, and several blue-blooded qualities into her. She had bred good qualities into the girl, and Rael would always be grateful to her for it.
Raelwyn felt a quick flutter in her stomach when he spoke, exhilarated that he was pleased with her suggestion. She would like nothing more than to merely sit and learn about his past, especially what his life had been like at the weyr she called her birthplace. It was a common bond between them. “Of course, Wingleader. I look forward to hearing about our birthweyr.” The candidate said softly, waiting for him to go first so she could follow. She briefly wondered if he would allow her first, or offer her his arm, but quickly brushed those thoughts aside. He might have been a gentlemen, and a chivalrous rider at that, but she was just a candidate. It would be rather beneath him to escort a candidate like his equal. Rael smiled, awaiting him to go first. She was happy right now, though her heart was thudding in her chest and her blood felt like fire. The girl held a healthy amount of respect and adoration for the handsome bronzerider, and her crush was not the baseless emotion of a silly little girl. The candidate was not yet a woman, but she was a young lady, and she was not so innocent as to be completely unaware of her feelings. Rael knew that this was no idle infatuation.
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Post by brimstone81 on Mar 1, 2007 16:48:22 GMT -5
He smiled, it was always a compliment when some one praised your family. At least the family members that you got along really well with. He could get along greatly with Raelwyn, she was very agreeable to him. Sweet girl, really. And it wasn't a bad thing that they shared a history, even though their link had been set a few turns apart. When he was a weyrling, he had visited his mother and sister, Orshalla by themselves, with out her other fosterlings. He would have to write to Gesha and Orshalla soon, he took a mental note.
She seemed deep in thought, and G'del didn't want to disturb her, for she looked pleasant, not really distracted. She was probably just remembering something. It was by some weird chance that they met, and he smiled at that idea. Fate, was it? He could get used to the idea. She might make a great and loyal friend. And who knows, maybe she'd be a queenrider one day. Even a greenrider. It never hurt to have a few friends, or something more. But she was a bit young for him now, if he wanted to pursue her, it would have to be after she grew up a little. Not that being friends would be horrible. They had a lot of things to talk about.
He motioned her to walk with him. He did not offer her his arm, because he didn't want her to feel rushed, because he forced himself to think that there was nothing there yet. They would go inside and sit down and talk about Fort and everything would be good. They came into the Weyr Hall and he picked them out a table and sat down. "Would you like some klah or bread or something?"
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Post by FireThorne on Mar 9, 2007 8:22:27 GMT -5
Raelwyn forced herself not to act surprised when he motioned for her to walk at his side. She had rather expected him to walk on with the assumption that she would follow, as all of those low on the totem pole did, but he awaited her. Smiling, the candidate came to his side, close enough for him to know she liked him, but far enough away to be decent, and tried to match his stride on the way to the weyrhall. As she had anticipated, however, his legs were far longer than her own, and every now and then she had to quicken her pace a bit to keep up. Her mere 5'4" was nothing to compare to his towering frame, and even though she was blessed with decently long legs his strong steps dwarfed her own.
Upon entering the weyrhall, her green eyes cast about the cavern out of habit, trying to spot any of her friends. Of course, considering it was such a nice day out, it was not likely she would find any of them indoors. All the better, really, though–she hardly wanted to share her current company, selfish though it was. Following the bronzerider to a table, Rael hesitated but a moment before choosing her seat. Briefly, the girl had wondered if she should sit across from him or next to him, trying to decide which one he would prefer, but it only took her seconds to choose. The gold candidate was infatuated with the bronzer, and she wanted to enjoy his company. Besides, if they were going to talk, it would be easier the closer they were. Naturally. She sat beside him.
“Oh, just citrus juice please, sir.” Raelwyn replied, smiling a little to herself. Quite normally, a girl trying to flirt with a man would have tried to sound so much more sophisticated by ordering wine or klah, but she was no fake. The candidate was always strong and true to herself, no matter the consequences. Besides that, the girl had never taken to the taste of klah, and she had never tried wine before. Sad, but true. She had never really had an occasion to do so, but perhaps.....ah, best leave that to the next hatching. Her fate was in Amenth’s claws, now.
Waiting for the drudge, the candidate turned to the bronzerider, crossing her legs so she would not flash anything unseemly when she moved around. Skirts were so betraying at times. “So, Wingleader, how old were you when you Impressed Solarith? I might have even been at the hatching.” It was quite possible Raelwyn had witnessed his Impression, or not, depending on how many turns ago it was. The girl was unsure of exactly how old he was, but he looked to be in his twenties, perhaps middle. She was starting to feel a little odd continuing to call him ‘Wingleader’ or ‘sir’, but she was just a candidate, and could hardly call him otherwise. Rael thought the formal words felt odd for a man she was sitting with, but then again it seemed very fitting at the same time. Her green eyes found his dark ones, and she watched him, wondering what he was thinking at the moment.
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Post by brimstone81 on Mar 9, 2007 23:21:14 GMT -5
She walked beside G'del and he felt comfortable. He looked down at her a little and smiled. She would become a most beautiful woman one day. He really did want to get to know her. But for all he knew, Rael might not like him in that way. . . It was a thought that made him decide to be a little cautious around her to feel out the waters a bit.
They sat down, and he was pleased to note that she sat next to him. It was a rather more intimate move, he suspected she would have rather sat across from him, but he wasn't going to complain. She asked for juice, and when a drudge came around, he asked the woman, "Could we get a glass of citrus juice, a mug of klah and some bread please?" The drudge nodded and walked off. He looked at Rael, was she so afraid of him that she called him by formal names all the time?
"You need not call me 'sir' or 'Wingleader' if you do not wish. I admit these are proper titles that a candidate should call me, but I think it sounds rather odd. G'del is fine, even bronzrider if you must." He smiled, the formality of the whole thing didn't seem right. Unless she was going to use Wingleader as a pet name. Though that was too intimate of a thought for him at the moment. "But getting on to your questions. I Impressed Solarith when I was around 18. Which would be about eight turns ago. Most of my friends had already Impressed at much younger ages, and yet I was confident walking out on those sands that I would Impress that time around. I had already gone throught the phase about worrying if I should not Impress, and well, I decided, this would be the day I would Impress if I were meant to. If I did not Impress Solarith when I did, I might have gone back to the smith craft. I'm not sure if my father would have let me, but that's besides the point. What about you, you hope to Impress gold, that must be more tiresome than just being just a fighting dragon candidate."
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