Deja Vu (1)

Writers: Halyonix, Heather
Date Posted: 25th March 2025

Characters: Coran, Mirona, Corette, Rendrall
Description: Coran and Mirona go on their first real date, but they're joined by an unexpected guest...
Location: Green Valley Hold
Date: month 2, day 18 of Turn 12

It felt strange, dressing and looking at his reflection in the mirror.
It had been a long time, Turns, since he’d dressed and cared what
anyone other than Relea thought about him. Mirona was the first woman
who had even sparked the tiniest bit of interest in him.

Green Valley was having in a traveling harper group that evening, so
he hoped the dinner and dancing would suit her. He certainly looked
forward to seeing her dressed for the occasion.

Mirona had taken far too long to consider her attire. Had she been at
the Weyr, before becoming a mother, she would have had a dozen dresses
to work with, more if she borrowed from one of her….friends. Friends
she now no longer saw because… Well, that was a thought for another
day as to why none of her Weyr friends no longer visited her.

This evening, she had decided on a deep green dress with a scooped cut
to the neckline and bell sleeves. She had asked one of the aunties to
watch Mirasoren for the evening, something that caused a low anxiety
in the back of her mind that she added to her list of things that
motherhood had changed about her. Over the last few sevendays, working
with Coran had felt more…familiar. Like a partnership that was
blooming.

Mirona could see how it could bloom into something more.

Her younger self would have jumped at the opportunity, reckless and
greedy. The possibility of becoming a Lady Holder, even if a minor
Hold was tempting. But the woman that Mirona -- had become? was
becoming? -- was playing a longer game, with different stakes
involved.

She paused outside of the great room, her fingers laced in thoughtful
contemplation for a moment, before footsteps drew her attention.

When Coran rounded the corner and saw Mirona he came to a halt. His
eyes swept over her, fully appreciating the dress and the lovely glow
of her face.

“You look beautiful,” he said as he took the last step toward her and
offered her his arm. “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting. I’ll confess
that I had a hard time picking out something to wear. I’m afraid a
healer’s tunic wouldn’t have been very fetching.”

Her mouth quirked in wicked grin as she took his arm. “I can’t imagine
at the end of the work day you manage to keep clean. Especially with
whatever might walk through that door. If I hadn’t had Mirasoren, I
would have never known what it was like.”

“A good, hot bath is usually in order at the end of each work day,” he
admitted, not caring that it was improper for a gentleman to talk of
such things with a lady. Mirona was no shrinking wildflower. It was
actually one of the things he liked about her.

The main hall was filled with the noise of people bustling about in
conversation on one end while the other featured a dance floor where
the harpers had set themselves up in the corner for the best possible
acoustics.

“Shall we start with a drink or a dance?” he asked Mirona.

“A drink,” she decided with a regal tilt of her chin. It would also
allow them to mingle, for him to be seen, for her to be seen at his
side -- no, she was not going to leverage that. “And where is this
harper trio from again?” she asked as they walked.

“The Hall,” Coran answered. “Green Valley’s proximity to Emerald Falls
has its advantages.” He nodded to those he passed, who looked from him
to Mirona with a flash of interest in their eyes. They reached the
refreshment table where Coran plucked a glass and handed it to the
lady on his arm before taking one for himself.

“Oh, look, my parents are here. Come on, I’ll introduce you.” The
acting Holder of Green Valley ushered Mirona over to where Rendrall
and Corette stood.

“Mother, Father, allow me to introduce you to Mirona. She was
instrumental in the tapestry’s creation that I told you about. And
Mirona, this is my mother, Corette, and my father, Rendrall.”

Mirona dropped into an elegant curtsey but did not deferentially dip
her eyes like some other women might have. She had earned her place
tonight -- she would not balk. “A pleasure to meet you both,” she
greeted politely.

Corette’s eyes crinkled with her smile, even though she was inwardly
torn to pieces, seeing her son with a new woman. She remembered his
wedding to Relea as if it were yesterday. “It is nice to meet you as
well. You look lovely, dear.”

Rendrall inclined his head politely to Mirona. He had a hand to the
small of his wife’s back, ever the gentleman. “Coran tells us you’re
new-ish, his words exactly, to Green Valley?”

“I am,” Mirona said with a proud set to her posture. “Though, thanks
to my time at the Weyr, not unaccustomed to keeping a place running. I
assisted the Headwoman there.” It was a slight exaggeration but not
one outside of her skill set. She hadn’t assisted the Headwoman for
_long_ but she could improvise where needed. “Not that I intend to
oust our current Headwoman,” Mirona assured deftly, “but I do enjoy
being of use where needed. I’d like to see our Hold thrive.” There,
that seemed well-said enough.

“Well, we hope you enjoy it. Green Valley is a beautiful place to
live,” Corette said.

Coran sipped from his glass, but he knew. His parents were being
perfectly polite to Mirona. She was easy to like, so he was sure they
liked her…. But, they were disappointed in the decisions his was
making in his life. They hadn’t said that, of course, but his
conscience did.

“Mom, Dad, enjoy yourselves,” he said as he and Mirona continued on.
“You nearly ready to dance?”

She met his question with an expression that was part mischief and
part challenge. “Whenever you would like.”

Coran set their glasses aside then and swept her out onto the dance
floor. Their pairing caught the attention of quite a few eyes.
Eligible men were always being watched by mothers and daughters at
Hold functions. Mirona made sure not to flaunt her status that evening
but rode the line of not shying away from her position either. Her
eyes were on Coran, not those watching them, as they went through the
first dance and then another.

By the third dance -- this one an upbeat tempo--, Mirona was full of
laughter. She hadn’t had this much fun since she had left the Weyr!

She looked beautiful, Coran thought, when she laughed. The sparkle it
brought to her eyes. He had just leaned in to whisper in her ear when
a hand tapped him on the shoulder. Turning, he froze when he looked
down into a pair of very familiar eyes…. Relea!

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