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Post by Lan on Nov 3, 2010 21:14:33 GMT -5
What was she doing? She shouldn't be here... like the timid fluttering of a baby bird learning to flight, her heart raced in her chest without discretion. She should have just filed that letter away as merely a memory to collect cobwebs in the darker spaces of her mind. Yet each time she would go back to her weyr after a day of chores she would see it neglected where she had dropped it after reading the first time. For many months she had avoided it like the plague. With all the hustling and bustling about, it wasn't particularly hard to do during the day. But the end of each day... well, it made her lose sleep. It was getting ridiculous. Even Waroth had complained about her rider's state.
You should go talk to him if you're going to fret like that. I'll not have mine anxious like this. I need my beauty sleep too, after all! The red's tail had flicked at Nimara as if to send her on her way. You're still mine, though. She added matter-of-factly, snorting to officially finish the conversation as she watched over the bowl from her ledge. Nimara had approached the letter and, gingerly picking it up as if it would burn her, walked out the door.
What if he just thinks I'm a nuisance? What if he's not there? Nimara reached out to the powerful presence of the scarlet dragon, taking the steps to her destination as slow as humanly possible. It was weird, this odd uncomfortable feeling inside. It sort of reminded her of how she felt around the Weyrleader, but instead there was no warm fuzzy feeling to add solace. O'sho was a gentle man, caring and kind-hearted and around him she felt no harm would come to her. They had been in a battle together even. But she didn't know R'len... at least, not in a non-physical way.
If he DARES call you a nuisance, I'll kill him where he stands and use his bones to pick my teeth. Even from that distance, Nim could hear Waroth's self-righteous roar that resulted from such an idea. The redhead smiled softly. This was one of those days she was glad to be a redrider. At least she'd never be alone... and no harm would come to her as long as Waroth had anything to say about it. This time she didn't chastise her partner for her attitude, and instead took comfort in her consistency. It was fitting, after all. A ridiculous question warranted a ridiculous answer.
Then, before she knew it, she found herself at the door of R'len's weyr. Nimara swallowed hard, the lettering crinkling in the grip where she had held it in her left hand. For a while she stood there, not having thought out what would happen next. In a blinking instant she found herself wishing she hadn't come. It was stupid. There was no reason for her to be here. They had had sex. That was it. There was no attachment there. Why should there be? But... he had seemed so beat up about it. What about the letter? That had meant something, right? Either way, she decided, she owed him a response. That's precisely what she'd give him. Taking heart, she tucked a strand of her short red hair behind her ear with her free hand and then took a firm step just inside the doorway.
"Hello? Anybody here?" Starting out strong, her voice cracked at the end to betray her increased state of awkwardness at calling on someone's weyr that she had no right to be in. |
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Post by Reky on Nov 3, 2010 22:57:24 GMT -5
Every little once in a while, he'd come back to a particular thought. Once, he'd left Nimara a letter. Kaezeth had chased the young gold Callistath after winning Waroth, and R'len had found is safer to remove Kaezeth from Waroth's presence altogether so she wouldn't rip him to shreds for being disloyal. Granted, they still lived in the same Weyr, and briefly he'd see Nimara and Waroth going about wing practice or other rider duties, but he never approached them. He gave Nimara her space. If she didn't want to answer his letter, that was fine. That was her choice. She was the one with a red dragon - she was the one who got to make decisions. Besides, he had no guarantee that she wanted to see him again anyways. Their meeting wasn't exactly ideal.
Still, he really hoped she would. He liked her, perhaps a little more than he ought to. The initial attraction was understandable. Nimara was an attractive woman. She also had an odd air of vulnerability about her that made him feel protective, though he supposed that might have just been because she was so awkward on their unfortunate meeting day. She was probably more confident at other times. She was a redrider, after all. Since he had only seen her briefly, a lot about her was left to be warped by his memory and imagination. Even if the idea of Nimara in his mind was largely fabricated, he was hooked. He felt like a teenager again with his first crush.
Today was one of those days that he remembered that. Had she forgotten his letter, decided not to answer it, or had she never found it in the first place? He had no way of telling.
R'len-Own, this is ridiculous, [/i] Kaezeth said, feeling his rider's distress from where he was down in the fields, watching the herdbeasts. You do this far too often.It's not that often, R'len protested. In comparison to how long ago you wrote that letter, yes, it's often, Kaezeth snorted. He flared his great iron wings and lifted into the air. He dropped down onto one of the beasts, sending the others scattering, crushing its skull with a satisfying crunch. He let out a trill of delight before digging into his meal. It was gone in seconds. I'm allowed to worry, though, right? I mean, what if she didn't find it, and she thinks I'm just ignoring her just because you chased Callistath? That was stupid, by the way.It was my duty as a King. It was also in the past, R'len-Own. The distant past.[/i] Kaezeth licked his maw and claws clean of the warm herdbeast blood. Still...And you shouldn't be so fixated on Waroth's. She is a nice human, yes, but you hardly know her.You hardly knew Waroth, R'len pointed out. Kaezeth silently accepted R'len's valid point and stretched out in the winter sun, watching the herdbeasts watch him with wary eyes. He was big enough that the chilly air didn't bother him in the slightest. He soaked up the sun's rays like a plant. R'len, in contrast, had stayed cooped up in his Weyr, stretched out on his bed with the furs underneath to cushion him. He sighed heavily. Kaezeth was right. He really should stop worrying about it. What happened, happened. He couldn't very well change it, or even find out exactly what was going on without feeling nosy or risking the wrath of an angry red. He sighed again. Stop sighing, said Kaezeth. Sorry, replied R'len. He closed his eyes and quite possibly fell asleep. He couldn't remember if he had, exactly, but he knew that almost immediately after shutting his eyes, he heard a voice in his weyr. It was a female voice that sounded awfully familiar. He sat up. Was it Nimara's? He was very bad with placing voices. He told himself that it probably wasn't her as he got up from his bed, but he didn't know who else it could be. Women didn't exactly walk into his weyr without reason. It could potentially be one of the ladies from his wing, he supposed, but he had no idea why they'd need to seek him out in his personal weyr. Keeping his hopes down, he called back, "Hello?" and moved to exit his bedroom and out into the open. It took a moment to register, but he quickly recognized who was standing there. It was Nimara. Needless to say, he was incredibly surprised, and he could feel that Kaezeth was listening in, mentally, on the conversation. Surprised as he may have been, R'len couldn't help but smile. "Long time no see," he said, sounding genuinely happy at her having finally come. "How've you been?"[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Lan on Nov 4, 2010 2:25:18 GMT -5
"Hello?" A masculine voice called back and instantly Nimara felt her muscles spasm. Oh Faranth... he was here! While once worried about his absence, suddenly she felt like bolting. Where could she hide? Nowhere that he wouldn't hear her hurried footsteps. Maybe it wasn't him? The voice, distorted by the distance, certainly didn't sound quite exactly like his. Wait... this was stupid. Why should she be afraid of him? He had done her no ill... sort of... yet... The woman's mind riddled out star-crossed possibilities of the future featuring the ironrider being angry with her for intruding on his space. No. Pull it together. She was here for a purpose. Although long-delayed, she didn't want him to think she had forgotten altogether the letter he had sent her regarding his dragons untamed hormones.
"Hello," she said again at his appearance, cheeks warming up a bit at the phrase "long time, no see". Certainly... the last time they had really seen each other they had been much more exposed. Regaining her composure, she managed to focus on and formulate an answer to his next question. "I've been... well enough." her eyes drifted toward the floor, trying not to look at him. After having seen him shirtless, it was sort of hard to picture him any other way.
You're ridiculous. Waroth called to her, a favorite phrase in the past few months. She knew the red would be shifting irritable in the distance, still listening in even though the conversation bored her and vexed her all at once. But she cared. That counted for something. Nimara then managed to look R'len in the eye and smile, although the smile was mostly for her dragon's antics. Then, almost as soon as her countenance had brightened, the smile vanished as she remember what she held in her hand. It was the reason she came, after all... although it probably wasn't exactly necessary that she brought the actual letter. For some reason, now that she had finally determined to touch the letter again she was loathe to put it down.
"I... umm... got your letter." She said, taking the parchment in both hands in front of her and gently trying to smooth out the creases it had gained from the tight grip of her left hand. "I didn't forget, you see... it's just," I've been a cowardly wherry and was too afraid to come see you, was how she probably should have finished it. Instead, she added after a moment in thought "I've been... busy. I mean, the lake and all... and then fall is going to happen soon..." At this she sighed, leaving her sentence hanging as if she gave up on making excuses. For the moment she was still, staring at the fine script with blank eyes unable to discern the meaning of the words. Then, she glanced up at R'len, gave a small smile, and let the paper in its original hand fall to her side again.
"How have you been?"
Meanwhile, Waroth had other plans. Her rider just couldn't do things right. Although it caused her great wounds to her ego, her mind reached out to Kaezeth's down in the fields, her multi-faceted eyes also following his movements. Listen. I don't like you. But I do like Mine. So tell Yours that Mine wasn't trying to insult Yours. Mine was just afraid to talk to Yours because Mine's ridiculous. For a moment she broke the connection, but then came back as an afterthought, Please. That is all I need from you. Goodbye. Back on her ledge, the red grumbled and growled irritably. The things she did for love! She had even managed to say please! Hers had better be happy about that. [/size] |
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Post by Reky on Nov 11, 2010 11:52:40 GMT -5
She looked nervous. R'len could see it in the way she kept her eyes from him. He understood. If he was walking into some strange man's Weyr, who he'd only met once before because of dragonlust, and whose dragon was the object of his own dragon's hatred, he'd have plenty of reason to be nervous and shy and he'd probably exercise it. He just gave her her room, his patience, and the general warm, friendly air that he tended to give off. He put his hands in his pockets.
"Just well enough?" he said, smiling. "Well, better than 'bad.' Good to hear that." The ensuing bit of silence was a little awkward. He was fairly sure she was talking to her dragon - that was generally how silences went between riders. Then, she surprised him by making eye contact and smiling briefly. He smiled right back, even as her smile fell. Then, she went on about the letter. So that's what she had been holding. He couldn't say he recognized it right away. It had been a while since he'd last seen it and put it in Nimara's weyr. He found in interesting why she had brought it with her. Was she going to give it back? It could just be recycled and the other side used to write something else on. It was just a letter, not a precious family heirloom or expensive thing like that. Maybe she thought he'd forgotten, and brought it along to remind him. That was silly, because he still remembered. It was unnecessary.
Kaezeth was still listening in from his spot on the fields. He was completely relaxed with the situation. R'len was fine with it, so Kaezeth was as well. Nimara's rather fumbling excuses didn't bother him. His found it sort of cute, even. Kaezeth didn't exactly see the appeal. Nevertheless, he simply listened quietly, keeping himself out of it. The dragon on the other end, though, wasn't being so hands-off. Waroth contacted him, and he immediately bristled. Did she think His was stupid? That was insulting! He wouldn't have chosen His if he hadn't been smart or forgiving. His didn't need to be told that Nimara wasn't insulting him. Composing his posture, Kaezeth kept himself from looking around for Waroth. He didn't want to see her. Instead, he simply said to her, He knows.
And indeed he did. R'len just shrugged it off. He really didn't care why it had taken Nimara so long to respond. She finally had, so the delay didn't matter. "Hey, that's alright," he said. "Everyone's busy lately. Like you said... Lake. Fall. All that."
Then, she asked him how he was, and he laughed lightly. "Busy just like everyone! I mean, obviously I'm not as busy as, say, the Weyrleader, or the cooks who have to feed all us hungry old dogs, but... y'know. I'm a Wingleader. I have things to do. I have one of the newly-graduated Ridgerunners in my wing, so I'll have to teach her all what to do and get her integrated. The Starseekers I got are doing well, too. One of them's my new wingsecond... I was a little nervous about that, but they're doing fine. Lebeth's a bronze, after all. Kings tend to know what to do. Instinct. And gee, there's going to be a lot of new kids when the Windweavers graduate. That class is huge."
He took a few moments to imagine how it must be to be in that class. His Weyrling class had only been half the size.
"Anyways," he said, looking back at Nimara. "I've been busy. Busy, but good." And he smiled. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Lan on Nov 11, 2010 22:05:18 GMT -5
Fine. Waroth replied, irritation seething in her mental voice. She had said please. On most good days she didn't even do that. By all rights, she should have clawed his flesh from his very bones and made him suffer for the indignities he bestowed upon her. And then, when she talked to him out of the goodness of her heart, he used that tone with her? It was unacceptable. Her wings fluttered irritably and a self-righteous roar issued from her throat. How dare he!
Nimara, however, was quickly onto her. Her eyes glazed over, focusing on a corner of wall of R'len's weyr as her mind reached out to the vexed beast. Be still. It was not a suggestion. Waroth's claws itched against the stone floor of her weyr. I will NOT. Did you hear what he said to me? Nimara informed her that she, in fact, had not because she knew not who the red was talking about. The truth of it was that she could guess, but she wasn't going to give her bonded that much credit. It was a scary thing to do to admit to a red that she was, in even the smallest way, right. Well... he had a tone. Waroth's voice had taken on a sort of childish quality. Nimara sighed outwardly. Then forget him. It's easily done. You don't like him so pay him no mind. Although there was no further reply from the red, her rider was more than aware she was still not completely placated. And, while it hurt a bit that
"Sorry," Nimara excused for her moment, then nodded at what R'len had said, "Yes... busy. I can imagine... But, you've been good, so that's good, right?" She sort of drifted off again. Now she really felt bad for coming. She was probably interrupting one of his only moments of peace. Perhaps she should leave? She did have a red to put in her place. Shuffling a bit, she took a couple steps back so that she wasn't so far intruding into R'len's weyr. After all, he hadn't officially welcomed her in yet.
"If I'm interrupting anything, just let me know. I don't want to bother you..." She dared to look up at him again, although this time there was no smile. Waroth was mad, as she should have expected her to be. Maybe she shouldn't have even come. R'len probably didn't need this on his plate, on top of everything else. Even if he did treat her nicely... Even if he did, Faranth forbid, like her... was it worth it to have to deal with Waroth's irritable moods? She could handle it, but should he be forced to just because of some silly little fling that turned into a sort of awkward friendship? The redrider sighed again. Maybe she should just be honest.
"I guess I should be honest with you... As you guessed, Waroth hasn't been the most pleasant of dragons to be around since... well, you know." She managed to hold her gaze up at his face for a reasonably long time before she looked away again and then continued, "And you're a really, really nice guy--nice man and... I don't want you to feel obligated to..." Nimara paused again as she searched for the appropriate words, "... To continue a friendship with me if you don't absolutely want to." Her gaze wandered to the parchment again and she took a deep breath, then looked up at the ironrider once again. "My situation isn't the easiest to deal with and it's just... complicated... But I do like you! You're actually the second most decent male I've ever met... But... oh, this is sounding dramatic." Eyelids closed, she bit her lip and mentally kicked herself. Nimara, you should really just give up now... Her cheeks felt like they might melt off of her face with how red they were getting.
"Maybe... I should just go before I say anything else ridiculous." The redhead mumbled under her breath, taking yet another step backward so that she was leaning against the doorway to R'len's weyr. Faranth, it was like a dam bursting. Words were pouring out of her mouth when she had simply been speechless before. It felt sort of good... yet at the same time it felt so vulnerable and... wrong. Ridiculous. That was what Waroth had been calling her and, now that she had finally said all that was going on in her mind, she was beginning to believe that she actually was what she had been called. |
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Post by Reky on Jan 3, 2011 16:28:29 GMT -5
He could see her mood declining, not that it had been particularly good to begin with. It drove him crazy. He figured, somewhere in her head, she was overthinking things or talking with Waroth, and she was jumping to conclusions about what he thought of her. He let her ramble on, listening with a furrowed brow. All he wanted to was reach out, grab her by the shoulders and try to shake some sense into her. Wasn't he trying to be cheerful and friendly and make her feel comfortable? Why was she so worried? Did she really think he'd pretend to be nice, when all he wanted was for her to leave? He meant it, shard it! He thought she was a very nice girl and that she deserved some kindness. Sympathy was also a key factor, and admiration. He was so taken by how strong she was, dealing with Waroth on a daily basis, but it seemed like the red's negativity had a deathgrip on her anyways.
"Maybe... I should just go before I say anything else ridiculous," Nimara had mumbled, and she was done. There were a few silent moments that hung in the air between them while R'len tried to figure out what to do and say. He had a lot of things to talk about, but he knew if he just started talking, the order would make little sense and it would just come out as a rant. He didn't know what to start with. How could he say it in the best way? Would it scare her off? Eventually, he just gave up and jumped in.
"Okay. First off, yes, you are being ridiculous," R'len said, talking with his hands, too. "And I don't know why you're so shardin' worried about anything. I mean, if I wanted you to go away, why'd I leave you that stupid letter when I know Waroth would want to tear Kaez apart? And I might be a nice guy, but if I don't want to be around people, I don't talk to them. Am I not-talking to you? I'm not! Wait... that's bad wording. Anyways. Point is, I do want you around." His first bit was a little frantic and scattered. He took a pause and a deep breath, though, and calmed down a little bit. "Everyone has their... uh, catches. Like me. I happen to have the capacity to be a terrible perfectionist and really bossy, so be glad you're not in my wing. Your catch just happens to be a red, and you know what? Who cares? I don't feel 'obligated' or any of that wherry-talk. I want to be your friend if, y'know, that's alright with you...
"You're allowed to back out, too, by the way, if Waroth's unhappy about it. She's your dragon, after all. Dragon first, strange man last. It's alright." With a lopsided smile, he rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "So... anyways," he continued, shrugging. "You're definitely not bothering me by being here. Well, you're bothering me by being ridiculous, but that's fine." He laughed lightly. "If you really want, you can leave, but I... uh. I'd like it if you stayed a little. All I'll do if you leave as a mess like this is worry. But I mean, I'm not gonna hold you prisoner or anything." And that was it. He considered pointing out that she was blushing, because he found it cute, but along with being out of place, the comment was also incredibly cheesy.
Kaezeth, down where he was in the field, seeing his own breath in the chilly air, was oddly proud of His for all that talking. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Lan on Jan 8, 2011 6:16:50 GMT -5
There was only a moment of silence, but it seemed like it lasted an eternity. She was still, and yet every molecule of her being seemed to be shaking violently. She almost felt sick. Desperately she waited for something, anything to happen. Should she leave? The cursed silence put her on edge. Why were things so difficult now? Why did everything have to get so complex NOW? Perhaps she should have never agreed to come here... to Dalibor. It had brought nothing but trouble. Waroth had been more irritable. She had practically fallen for the Weyrleader. She had begun overthinking things and acting entirely out of character for her normal person. Oh, and to top it all off, here she was... in a kingrider's weyr... trying to convince him NOT to befriend her. She must have gone insane.
But then R'len started talking.
Nimara listened, at first hurt but slowly warming up. She was ridiculous, yes. And at first he seemed almost mad at her for acting as such. It was, at the very least, sobering. For so long she had been treated like some fragile thing. Poor Nim, She would hear in her mind's ear, It's too bad she was bonded to such a temperamental dragon. This overly-gentleness... this tenderness of treatment was something she could see even in the eyes of O'sho during their occasional talks. They all felt bad for her. Perhaps it was only in this moment that she actually registered that, but it was true. And now that she had recognized it, it was sort of demeaning. When had she gotten so soft? When did she stop being capable of roping in the red that fate had placed her with? At one point in time she had run the entire length of the Northern Continent on her own! Had she not held her own as a fast and capable runner all those years? Had she not proven herself capable of holding her own well enough that she impressed a red dragon? If she had not been sick before, she was feeling it now.
Everything he said was true. And while he seemed to be on a frantic rant, it didn't completely bother her. Actually, his tendency to talk a lot was something that she liked about him. He was an honest guy, she could tell, full of conviction and life and he didn't say something he didn't mean. She continued to listen, her agitation varying with each word. While she couldn't help the introspective thoughts that his comments elicited, she also focused on what he said about himself as well. Bossiness and perfectionism--they didn't seem like all that big of a catch to her. Wingleaders should be perfectionistic. And she almost cracked a smile at his statement about not being in his wing. Like being in Fajra's would be any different? Faranth, the Weyrwoman had seemed to hate her for a long period of time, although she seemed indifferent now. However, as he continued on her anxiety grew again.
She had insulted him by her words. She saw that now. The redrider shouldn't have made such assumptions about him. It was disrespectful, both in the context of their relationship and their respective ranks. Yet, when he laughed and commented lightly again, she began to relax. He wanted her there. And, deep inside herself, she wanted to be there too. R'len didn't mince words with her or treat her like a delicate little flower. He treated her like a woman, as she should be treated. For that, he was held in great respect in her mind. Perhaps she should start treating him as such.
When he finished, Nimara allowed a pause to settle between them. It was a lot to absorb, as an epiphany that one had been living their life wrong for the past handful of turns generally was. She didn't want to give him up at the whim of her dragon. She had given up far too many things for Waroth's sake in her recent life. As a person, as an adult, as a rider... she had to move on. Her life before had to be forfeit. Her future held too much at stake. Like a friendship that she desperately desired. Like a man who stood there waiting for her to make a decision. Her mind reached out to Waroth's and she felt a quiet presence there. Much like R'len, the red was waiting. There was much at stake.
I like R'len... and even though I love you very much, I want to be friends with him. All I ask is that you allow me that. Please, my love? Her words started out forceful, but in the end her mental tone lightened. The red grunted on her ledge, shifting herself so that she could find some bit of comfort before she had to reply with a sentence that would leave a sick feeling in her bones. If you really like him all that much, I guess it's... it's... fine. As long as you still love me more! Waroth's tail twitched irritably. She didn't like it, but she liked Nim. She would always love Nim. Of course, my dear. You are always closest to my heart.
Her focus returning to her eyes, giving herself back to the present situation before her, she sighed a long and heavy sigh. The redhead looked down at the letter, neatly folded it up, and then shoved it into her trouser pocket to be forgotten. It took a while longer to form the words she wanted to say. She was tired of talking. She wished to express herself in as little words as possible now. Talking so much made her hold onto the past, which was something she now had to strive to forget. She took a couple of steps forward, one hand holding the elbow of her other arm at the still lingering awkwardness that she had previous felt.
"I'd very much like to stay... if that's all right." After she spoke she looked up and managed a timid smile. She was pretty close to him now, as close as she had been since that morning they had woken up together. It was strange, and somehow it made her yearn for some friendly contact with him. A simple hug. A handshake. The ability to lean her head on his shoulder. Why would she miss something that she had barely had? Something she hadn't wanted in the first place? Timidly at first, shaking a bit at not exactly knowing what she was doing, she took another couple of steps to completely cross the distance between them and stood on tip-toe to wrap her arms around his neck in a tight hug, her chin resting nicely in the groove between his shoulder and his collarbone. And I would love to be friends and be around more, were the unspoken sentiments that went along with the action.
Back on her ledge, Waroth rested her head between her forelegs. While she wasn't happy about having to share her precious Nim, she was happy that her human was happy. It was strange for her, but perhaps she'd have to get used to it. For a second she pondered apologizing to Kaezeth, but it was quickly overruled. Nope. She wasn't feeling that changed. And she certainly wasn't feeling guilty enough that she'd forgo her pride for such a silly thing as an apology. |
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Post by Reky on Jan 15, 2011 15:45:41 GMT -5
Another pause settled between them after R'len finished talking, a little out of breath. To tell the truth, he was getting used to these spaces of silence. He didn't mind them all that much. He simply waited for her reply, watching her with his kind but searching eyes as much as was allowed before it started feeling awkward. Kaezeth didn't appreciate the silences between conversation. He was naturally a loud dragon; it was to be expected. He wanted answers and wanted them now, because pauses only wasted time.
You're getting nervous, the iron pointed out.
What? No, I'm not nervous, Kaez. I'm just waiting.
You're afraid she'll go.
That's not it. I'm sure she won't.
She won't. But you're still afraid she might.
I'm not! R'len protested. Really, he was a small bit nervous. Kaezeth was right. He was trying to deny it, though, so he didn't look all that nervous. Looking nervous was the bad part. It put the other person on edge, too, and Nimara already had enough to worry about. Her problem seemed to be that she thought he was unsure about the whole friendship ordeal, which was entirely incorrect, so really, everything should be fine and dandy. Still, he liked Nimara. He really did. And what with her dragon, he was a little nervous that things might turn around suddenly and go bad.
But they didn't. His nerves relaxed. Her response made him smile. Then, though, she hugged him, and his smile dropped out of surprise. As he welcome the unexpected action, though, he smiled again, feeling warmth in his cheeks. He reached up and hugged her in return, rubbing her back in a fairly rough but friendly way - nothing too intimate. "I already said it was alright, silly," he said. His voice sounded like his smile.
He was content to hold her until she drew away. When they broke apart back to their own separate selves, he grinned again. He was aware he was probably still blushing a little, but didn't care. "There we go. That's all settled," he said. "No more making ridiculous assumptions?" [/blockquote] |
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