A Brief Chat
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Writers: Rochelle
Date Posted: 31st May 2010
Characters: R'syl, Ariau
Description: R'syl has a brief chat with Ariau.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 9, day 23 of Turn 5
"Weyrlingmaster?" Ariau blinked, surprised to see her old teacher lurking around the records room. Somehow, she'd never actually seen him anywhere but out with the weyrlings or in official meetings...
"Weyrwoman." R'syl smiled at the girl -no, young woman. It was hard sometimes to equate the frizzy haired girl before him with the confident young woman he'd seen astride her beautiful gold, but he didn't care. She had been a member of the first clutch he'd taught at River Bluff, and was the first -and to date only- goldrider he'd had the honor of teaching. "You look lovely today. That color is very becoming on you."
Ariau tried not to squirm, catching herself as one hand tried to smooth the tunic down a little and the other hand went halfway to her usually offending hair to reassure herself it wasn't doing something obscene. She wasn't used to sincere comments on her appearance, although she was fairly certain the weyrlingmaster wasn't -eww!- trying to flirt with her. His voice was, well, more fatherly than that. "Uh, thanks."
"You're welcome." He caught the insecurity in her movements, and let it pass. He'd rarely met a female who didn't have some issues about her appearance, no matter what his wingsecond seemed to think they should act like. "How's Alabaieth doing?"
Okay, he was just being courteous then. She felt bad being so paranoid just because he had bronzerider knots, but didn't want the Weyrlingmaster, or any of the senior weyrlingstaff, to be trying to curry her good favor in hopes of wining Alabieth's future flights. One of her abiding nightmares was waking next to the weyrlingmaster... She suppressed a shudder. "Fine. She's finally stopped growing, but I think there's more than enough of her to oil."
R'syl chuckled softly. "There always is." He agreed. "But there are always plenty of people willing to help if you wish it."
"In the weyr at least." Ariau sighed. "Not necessarily if you go somewhere else though. I hate trying to get all the sand off when we go to the beach alone."
"True." R'syl conceded, reminded of the youngest weyrwoman's traveling ancestry. "But you can always bring someone with you."
"That kind of defeats the purpose of traveling alone, though." She pointed out. "I don't really want to bring candidates with me everywhere."
"Nor do I." R'syl grimaced, remembering the more nighmarish candidates he'd dealt with recently during Zharesti's crusade for her eggs. "I know a few that are helpful to have around at the beach, but I wouldn't take them any farther than that."
"I wouldn't want to." Ariau wrinkled her nose. "How's Usaeth?" She asked, mostly to b polite. She knew how she was supposed to act when she was being a formal weyrwoman, even when she didn't feel like it. But it was harder to guess how she needed to act with people she'd known for a while and respected, like the Weyrlingmaster.
R'syl snorted. "He's more than fine. He's enjoying himself. But then, he's always liked weyrlings."
Ariau smiled, then backed up a few steps, trying not to block the Weyelingmaster from going into the Record room if he needed. "It shows." She remarked.
It was R'syl's turn to bask in a compliment, even if it was on his dragon's behalf. "Thanks. I'll be sure to tell him that." He took a few steps in the general direction of the rooom. "Have a good day, weyrwoman."
"Uh, Yes. You too,sir."
Last updated on the June 12th 2010