Post by Rae on Dec 13, 2015 4:19:55 GMT
V'sos's hand jerked and knocked over his empty cup at Laloraine's flirting. The blush started to creep down his neck as he tried to recover his balance by smoothing the napkin in his lap. "Ahem, yes, I would be able to do a thorough examination of your arm in the morning." He said with a forced degree of casualness. "And I can change the bandages as well as launder your sling. It should be fully healed by the time Thread Falls in this part of the continent. Would you like some more fruit?"
Stop that runaway cart! Kimkinth's shout jolted V'sos to his feet. The Bluerider had started to ramble in his effort to stop the crude and un-gentlemanly like string of thoughts that Laloraine's double entendres had prompted. He dipped a bow and strode off to get some more fruit without really waiting for an answer. V'sosmine, you need to pull yourself together. You are too old for this nonsense. Also, you are in a Weyr. Nothing wrong with what happens between you two. Kimkinth knew he needed to step in and be the practical one. V'sos was so focused on being a gentleman and treating her right that Xian would snow before V'sos and Laloraine got what they so clearly wanted!
I know I am being ridiculous, Kimkinth. No need to rub it in. It's just been a while and I don't want to move too fast. Laloraine deserves to be wooed and courted beforehand. V'sos replied firmly as he spooned redfruit onto a small plate and added a couple dollops of whipped topping before returning to Laloraine. Kimkinth huffed, displeased, but he couldn't fault his Mine. The man would sweep this Greenrider off her feet if it killed him. Granted, it didn't seem like it would take much more to get the job done.
"I'm told this is the specialty of Xian." V'sos said, resuming his normal composure as he presented Laloraine with the local dessert. "The chefs add something extra to the dairy before whipping it into this light confection that pairs perfectly with fresh fruit." V'sos had done his research about the new Weyr, and he'd noticed that it would be a melding of customs and traditions from all the Weyrs around Pern, consistent with the diverse group of Riders that would soon function as a cohesive unit that identified themselves as Xianers? Xianites? Riders of Xian? He wasn't sure what this group would settle on calling themselves. But as long as they agreed and stopped saying they hailed from Benden Weyr or Fort, they would truly be a Weyr.
Laloraine had her work cut out for her if she was going to get what she desired before Ilydeth's Flight.
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Berelai halted when she felt something hit the back of her head and heard a shout aimed at her back. One eyebrow arched as she cast a look over her shoulder, not quite turning her whole face to make eye contact with the Candidate that called out a crude comment about his meatroll. With feline grace, she bent and retrieved the meatroll from where it rested against her heel. Holding it daintily between her thumb and forefinger, she glided back to the duo.
"I believe this is yours." She dropped the meatroll to his plate, pleased that it spattered some mashed tubers onto the front of his tunic. "And if you have to handle more than one meatroll, you should speak with a Healer about it." Her voice was a cast low on purpose, she wanted them to give her their full attention and the best way was to speak softly in a loud room.
Feeling devious, Berelai stood in between the young man and the NPC on his other side, but closer to the NPC fellow, her hip almost touching his back but not quite. She would rather speak with him as opposed to the one who first spat food at her back and then had to gall to shout at her. She kicked herself mentally for not ignoring the slight and moving on, but she was too keen on having a good time that she decided the return to the scene of the crime to flirt.
She rested a hand lightly on the good-looking NPC's shoulder and said with a throaty chuckle, "Don't let your friend here give you any hints about how to handle meatrolls, pastries or any other piece of... food." Her hazel eyes danced wickedly as her lips turned up in a sultry smile.
Stop that runaway cart! Kimkinth's shout jolted V'sos to his feet. The Bluerider had started to ramble in his effort to stop the crude and un-gentlemanly like string of thoughts that Laloraine's double entendres had prompted. He dipped a bow and strode off to get some more fruit without really waiting for an answer. V'sosmine, you need to pull yourself together. You are too old for this nonsense. Also, you are in a Weyr. Nothing wrong with what happens between you two. Kimkinth knew he needed to step in and be the practical one. V'sos was so focused on being a gentleman and treating her right that Xian would snow before V'sos and Laloraine got what they so clearly wanted!
I know I am being ridiculous, Kimkinth. No need to rub it in. It's just been a while and I don't want to move too fast. Laloraine deserves to be wooed and courted beforehand. V'sos replied firmly as he spooned redfruit onto a small plate and added a couple dollops of whipped topping before returning to Laloraine. Kimkinth huffed, displeased, but he couldn't fault his Mine. The man would sweep this Greenrider off her feet if it killed him. Granted, it didn't seem like it would take much more to get the job done.
"I'm told this is the specialty of Xian." V'sos said, resuming his normal composure as he presented Laloraine with the local dessert. "The chefs add something extra to the dairy before whipping it into this light confection that pairs perfectly with fresh fruit." V'sos had done his research about the new Weyr, and he'd noticed that it would be a melding of customs and traditions from all the Weyrs around Pern, consistent with the diverse group of Riders that would soon function as a cohesive unit that identified themselves as Xianers? Xianites? Riders of Xian? He wasn't sure what this group would settle on calling themselves. But as long as they agreed and stopped saying they hailed from Benden Weyr or Fort, they would truly be a Weyr.
Laloraine had her work cut out for her if she was going to get what she desired before Ilydeth's Flight.
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Berelai halted when she felt something hit the back of her head and heard a shout aimed at her back. One eyebrow arched as she cast a look over her shoulder, not quite turning her whole face to make eye contact with the Candidate that called out a crude comment about his meatroll. With feline grace, she bent and retrieved the meatroll from where it rested against her heel. Holding it daintily between her thumb and forefinger, she glided back to the duo.
"I believe this is yours." She dropped the meatroll to his plate, pleased that it spattered some mashed tubers onto the front of his tunic. "And if you have to handle more than one meatroll, you should speak with a Healer about it." Her voice was a cast low on purpose, she wanted them to give her their full attention and the best way was to speak softly in a loud room.
Feeling devious, Berelai stood in between the young man and the NPC on his other side, but closer to the NPC fellow, her hip almost touching his back but not quite. She would rather speak with him as opposed to the one who first spat food at her back and then had to gall to shout at her. She kicked herself mentally for not ignoring the slight and moving on, but she was too keen on having a good time that she decided the return to the scene of the crime to flirt.
She rested a hand lightly on the good-looking NPC's shoulder and said with a throaty chuckle, "Don't let your friend here give you any hints about how to handle meatrolls, pastries or any other piece of... food." Her hazel eyes danced wickedly as her lips turned up in a sultry smile.