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Post by wonder123 on Dec 8, 2009 1:08:12 GMT -5
There was perhaps one good reason about still being in E'dian's wing. He knew what the Weyrleader's schedule was, to a major extent. R'lec knew when drills were meeting, when E'dian conducted his interviews with his riders and when he was preoccupied with Weyr business.
This would be one of those times.
His bootsteps echoed off the hallway as he made his way to the Weyrwoman's weyr. R'lec had been unsuccessful in getting her alone again since the Hatching Ground - the leaders of Ponaa Weyr were not often idle, what with clutchings and hatchings going on lately. But thanks to an inquiry from Myneth to their young queen, R'lec was confident his hunt today would be fruitful.
He came to a stop finally in front of a large wooden door, the final obstacle. He was almost offended - as if he'd expected it to be open and find Gaelle waiting on him, ready to throw herself into his arms like so many girls before her. Well, he'd give her time. For now, he raised his solid fist and knocked three times.
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Post by fadingmemorie on Dec 8, 2009 1:32:42 GMT -5
The Weyrwoman was at her desk, diligently studying maps and hides of old herd routes. With any luck, the herds would have stayed very close to their old feeding grounds and driving routes, and she could send the patrols out to locate new food for the Weyr's growing population of dragons. Her eyes glazed as she paused her reading and reflected on the success of the hatching. Like many of the Weyr's women, she was quietly celebrating the Impression of so many girls to strong, fighting dragons. The males seemed to have ruffled feathers, the worst of them being quite vocal, but it didn't matter. The Weywoman was happy, and everyone knew that. They allowed the happiness.
It was mid-evening, and the Weyrleader was out on some wing business. Gaelle sat at her desk in a thin, gauzy tunic, trying to beat the heat of the sun having shone down and heated up the mountain all day. It was just now retreating beneath the horizon, and while Aliath was disappointed, her rider was glad not to be frying on the mountainside. A loud, resounding knock came from the door. It startled the young woman, who flinched at the noise. "Flame," she muttered, willing her heart to calm. She glanced around quickly for a thin robe, hers made of red spinners-silk. Shrugging into it and tying it around her waist, she went back to her maps. "Come in, please!" she yelled over her shoulder. Then her eyes were consumed by maps.
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Post by wonder123 on Dec 9, 2009 15:22:29 GMT -5
If it wasn't quite the welcome he was used to, it was awfully close. His quick eyes caught sight of the sheer red robe draping from the girl's shoulders. His imagination filled in what could be under that easily. The only problem was Gaelle wasn't looking at him. He'd fix that. A smirk threatened to breakthrough his mask of calm.
The door shut soundly. R'lec stood about a foot into the room, watching as the Weyrwoman devoured the maps in front of her. What was she looking for? He wondered briefly. Was it possible the little girl he'd talked to before had finally begun maturing? R'lec fingered the golden egg shell from that day, which he had slipped from his pocket before heading over. He'd taken a risk in coming here....
"I'm sorry...is this a bad time?" For R'lec, risks usually paid off.
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Post by fadingmemorie on Dec 22, 2009 19:11:10 GMT -5
"Hmm?" She glanced over her shoulder, and then quickly returned her eyes to old hides as her heart pounded. R'lec stood there. "Oh, hello, R'lec," she said, trying to appear the picture of nonchalance. Gaelle wondered if R'lec could hear her blooding thumping against her eardrums as acutely as she could. Her eyes were frozen on the maps, and she didn't dare to turn to look at him.
Her mind's eye presented to her a picture of her clothing. Immediately, her face grew hot, and she silently willed clothing to fly a-dragonback to her body and cover her semi-nakedness. "Well, E'dian isn't here, he's in a conference. He should be back in a short while, though," she mumbled. Leaning further over the maps, she hoped to conceal more of herself. "In theory, anyway," she said, her soft mumble converting into a grumble, but saying no more of E'dian's oft-times absence.
"Do you want to leave a message for him?" Gaelle inquired.
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