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Post by Memorie on Sept 12, 2006 23:41:25 GMT -5
K'leren was going to be late to the poker match. As much as the bronze rider hated lateness, he had woken up from his nap too late. And his bronze, Nemenath, hadn't helped matters.
You needed sleep, he said, chuckling draconically.
"You should've woke me!" K'leren replied, hurrying out the door and throwing on a soft red tunic. As he ran, he buckled his pants and promptly ran into someone. As it was later at night, and the glows getting darker, he couldn't see who it was, though the person seemed to be of softer skin and hair. K'leren groaned. "Oy, sorry, there."
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 12, 2006 23:52:50 GMT -5
Ruet looked at another record for the millionth time it seemed that night. F'sen had gone to bed without her, like she had him do most nights. He was generally more physically exhausted and she more mentally. Rue was not in the mood for bed yet, no matter how tired her eyes were. Lately she had been unable to sleep well at all.
She left the weyr quietly placing her light blue shaw over her woolen pale green dress. About halfway to her destination someone ran into her. Ruet fell to the ground, promptly on her butt. What in the name of Faranth? Sharieth was awake too, though only because her rider was uneasy. Ruet didn't want to ask her who had just knocked her over.
He looked familiar to her but she couldn't quite put a finger on why. Oh she would never know all the people at the Weyr.Her blue eyes searched the man before her, as if to say, at least help me up. Sharding males! As it was Ruet didn't trust herself to speak so she said nothing.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 12, 2006 23:58:45 GMT -5
K'leren extended a hand a bit belatedly. "Sorry Lady...by the egg, I'm sorry Ruet." He helped her to her feet. "Are you alright?" This would certainly set off the poker game tonight.
As if on cue, Nemenath said, Yarith's P'lihn says they're starting without you.
"Shaffit!" At once realizing that his wording had slipped, he blushed and apologized to Ruet. Reaching up to avoid her vivid blue gaze as well as to cause more light, he opened the lid to the Glowbasket a little higher. Grimacing, he turned back to her. "M'lady, is there anywhere I can escort you to, to make up for my clumbsiness? I am truly sorry." Growing up with five sisters had taught him how to treat women: the right way, and not abuse them. Fall has no fury like a woman scorned, he thought.
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 13, 2006 0:10:21 GMT -5
Her hand placed itself in his, almost as if she were watching from a distance. She was at a loss for words, but why she didn't know. "I think I'm alright. You weren't hurt were you?" She wanted to make sure he wasn't injured either. After all Ruet had extensive healing knowledge. She finally placed the name with the face after a moment.
"I was on my way to the night hearth...but you do not need to escort me, K'leren. It looks as if you had somewhere to be." It was a pity that Ruet ignored the attentions of the male population. There were plenty of people who found her attractive if not a bit quiet.
"Your apology is accepted. It was an accident. It could have happened to anyone." But it didn't The voice inside her head told her. Sharieth heard it and spoke quickly to her rider. Can't you at least be a bit more warm toward the man. He is obviously trying...Ruet blocked the Queen's voice out. "Of course if you don't have any plans, you could join me."
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Post by Memorie on Sept 13, 2006 0:16:06 GMT -5
"I am fine, m'lady," he told her. It wasn't true; when he had knocked her down, his elbow had flown back and scraped on the wall. It didn't hurt much though, only a sting, so he knew he'd be fine.
"I was on my way to the night hearth...but you do not need to escort me, K'leren. It looks as if you had somewhere to be," the woman said. She seemed tired.
"No, Queenrider, I have no plans." K'leren smiled. It was true enough now, he had no plans. "I think I'll take you up on that offer." With that, he held out his arm for her to take, if she liked. He had always been a proper gentleman...at least since growing up a little. He used to tease girls, but they always found him dashing any way. K'leren had a feeling that this woman would not be the same.
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 13, 2006 0:25:28 GMT -5
Rue watched him as he spoke of not being injured. she had had enough patients herself to know when someone was concealing a wound. She pretended not to know, since the Bronze rider would probably insist it was still nothing. People couldn't resist lying about injuries.
Obliging the man by taking his arm, Ruet found herself in an odd position. If she were to be seen by too many people this could be bad. There would be few people out this time of night. As they walked she was mostly quiet. Rue was rarely one for the use of mindless chatter. She was grateful the Bronzerider seemed to be of her mind on that subject.
"What has you up and about this late at night? I thought you Wingseconds had enough to wear you out." Her head tilted slightly to look at him, causing a few stray curls to fall across her face.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 13, 2006 0:31:42 GMT -5
K'leren smiled as he took her arm. He was always one for chivalry. "Well, Goldrider, I had been going to...visit some fellow wingmates. But my great bronze lump decided that I needed to nap and sleep more, and by the time he woke me up, they had started without me." He grimaced; that was a weak way to try to cover a late-night poker game. "But I much better like the idea of going with you, m'lady, to the Night Hearth." They walked on, and when they finally entered the Great Hall, there was hardly anyone there. A couple latenight drudges and kitchen workers, and one or two other riders were the only inhabitants at this hour.
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 13, 2006 0:42:08 GMT -5
"They would not wait for you?" Ruet asked not comprehending what the visit was really about. However it did not suprise her that he would rather go with her to the Night Hearth. What man in their right mind would refuse a Goldrider?
She walked to a specific chair at the Night Hearth. It was by far her favorite, the one she found most comfortable for her size. A drudge immediately brought the Junior Weyrwoman a pitcher of klah and set aside two mugs. "I was up reading, but my eyes grew tired. I decided it would be good to relax a bit." Since you can't sleep.Sharieth what did I tell you about meddling?Fine. Goodnight.goodnight shar. I...I'm sorry.I know.
Ruet always found the glow of the fire lovely. It even made people's expressions look softer. She studied the Bronze rider more now than she had before. It wasn't that he was handsome that had unsettled her before, it was something else. Something she could not figure out. She would eventually. For the moment all she could do was try to converse normally. Ruet was never known for being a conversationalist.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 13, 2006 0:58:40 GMT -5
"Nay, Queenrider. But they are but men, and I should much rather spend a late evening with you." He smiled, and poured klah into one mug. "M'lady," he said, "do you take milk or sweetening with your klah?" He held onto the mug gingerly, trying not to burn his fingertips.
She was a quiet woman, he knew, and so he didn't attempt to force conversation with her. And that was for the best; he wasn't so good at mindless jibber jabber himself. Since Impressing, he'd been much more content to spend an evening in front of the fire, quietly sipping wine or klah. Looking at the woman, he was reminded of why he didn't think F'sen made a good weyrmate for her. He tended towards the drink, though far from getting violent, he became talkative and occasionally, loud. And they just had this quality about them...K'leren didn't think it worked.
And you think you would? Nemenath teased.
Hursh, you!
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 13, 2006 1:09:58 GMT -5
She answered his comment with a warm smile. Ruet was not unfeeling for all that she was distant. "Milk, thank you." Her eyes noted a small amount of blood on his sleeve before she said something to a passing drudge. Her voice wasn't loud enough for him to hear what she said.
Not more than a moment later the drudge had brought Ruet the few items she had asked for. Then she set her calm gaze upon K'leren.
"We really must see to that cut on your arm." Her tone said what she didn't... he'd better do as she asked. Her number one priority was the health of the Weyr. A cut could become infected and then worse things could happen. It certainly wouldn't do for him to have an open cut and fly between.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 13, 2006 10:17:54 GMT -5
He nodded. After pouring a little milk in the cup, he handed it back to her. "M'lady," he said, nodding differentially. She spoke to a drudge, but he didn't hear, so he ignored it. Whatever it was was not meant for his ears.
The drudge soon came back, carrying a number of things. "We really must see to that cut on your arm," she told him.
"Really, Lady, it's no more than a bit of a scrape." But he could tell her tone had doing in it, so he turned slightly and pulled up his tunic sleeve to give her better access to the offending scratch. He blushed a little over her concern; he was not used to women wanting to have anything to do with him other than certain bedtime activities.
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 13, 2006 10:35:50 GMT -5
"Thank you." She took the mug of klah from him, her fingers briefly touching his. She set it down nearer her. First she wanted to fix his wound up. F'sen never wanted his wounds tended so she had given up on him. Ruet knew what she was doing. She had the potential to be a master crafter in healing as it was. Living at the Weyr had enhanced this in a way. People seemed to always be getting injured here.
Ruet would not listen about his, its just a scrape nonsense. "I have heard that line one too many times, Bronzerider." She got up, though noting his flushed face she tried not to feel nervous. After all she had done this many times. "This is going to sting a little." She took a pouch out of the small pocket that was hemmed into her dress. She always carried this in case of emergencies. It helped clean wounds. She placed a bit of it in the bowl of water and then placed a soft, clean old rag into the water.
She took his arm gently, positioning it so as to see the extent of the damage. Then with a deft hand began to place the wet cloth on the bloodied part of the arm. "This will keep it from becoming infected." She explained so that he knew what she was doing. The other cloth she had was to cover the wound, keep it free from airborne antigens.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 13, 2006 10:55:43 GMT -5
K'leren kept silent through the process, though he wanted very much to hiss from the stinging on his already smarting scrape. "Aye, Goldrider. Thank you," he said, grimacing. After a moment or two, the pain subsided, and he was able to relax. He had been tense with discomfort, he knew. But now there was no sticky blood on his arm, so he was grateful.
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Post by hrsegrl on Sept 13, 2006 11:00:43 GMT -5
She finished wrapping up his arm. It was over quickly and painlessly. "Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" Rue smiled. Why people never wanted to recieve healing she would never know. For her part she was an excellent patient. "You are welcome. Next time you have a scrape, don't hide it. There is no harm in healing."
Rue sat back down, though she had given up his arm a bit more slowly than normal. Her eyes were downcast a moment. Lyrai would laugh if she saw Rue like this. Alone with a Bronzerider and not about to call him arrogant either. He was different, she thought.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 13, 2006 11:23:41 GMT -5
"Yes, Ruet," he said, testing out her name. "I just didn't want you to worry." He turned back to face her, and tested out his arm. "Good as new," he told her, smiling.He'd noticed that she'd let it go rather reluctantly. Not enough to be noticed by others, of course, but still, it was there.
She had looked down. K'leren raised an eyebrow, concerned. "Did I bleed on you? Are you alright, Lady?"
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