Making Her Way...

[Wolf]

Well settling back into your home life is good. It is your turn to ask a question Gerenanth, unless you would prefer to discuss anything. She wanted to leave Gerenanth open to choose what he wanted to talk about. Perhaps the bronze was tiring of going back and forth asking questions one at a time when he could ask a bunch all at once. I’m sure Mine will feel comfortable relaxing at G’han’s weyr with dinner before them, she’s still hungry, but she often does her best to maintain light eating. Women. Rasth snorted, not understanding humans sometimes.

When G’han didn’t bother to further his actions she began to wonder if he was having doubts. She didn’t want him to think she was expecting anything from him, so therefore she admired the lake and the scenery without looking to him curiously, like she had in mind to do. If he didn’t want to continue she wouldn’t blame him, perhaps it was because of her lack of honesty? Just as she was beginning to second guess herself, it happened.
Aarora slowly traced her eyes down to their hands when he was finally holding hers. Her hand felt right in his, and her arm was getting goose bumps. She permitted her hand to rest in his, and looked back out over the lake, too enjoying the view. She too felt that the moment was intimate, but not in the same way as they’d been carrying on in the kitchens. Different levels of intimacy could be appreciated at different times. She was content right now, and that’s what she needed to have more of in her life, contentment. She wasn’t going to make any movement to leave, or say anything of continuing on the tour, she’d just leave it as is until he was good and ready. She was fine with staying here, no matter how long. She wasn’t going to make a move to further anything herself, again due to being content about how things were currently, no need to take away anything, or add anything to something that was good as is-no?

The clouds surpassed over head slowly, Rukbat’s rays dancing over the one side of her face. Night-time was soothing to her, unless she was alone, then it just brought gloom and doom. At night, when everything was silent, it was most peaceful. Though when it came to Aarora, she preferred to have someone to enjoy the peace with; for again she believed everything was better left done in pairs.

She began to wonder if they were going to make a quick pass by the hatching sands at all, what if she were to tell him she’d already snuck a peek at the hatching sands? Would they just head straight to his Weyr? Maybe she should just not say anything at all and let the tour continue on at a slow pace rather than making him think she was eager to get back to his place, which in truth she was beginning to be...
Be good.
Give it up.

[Dragon]

I'm sure she will be quite comfortable. Mine hopes to make her as comfortable as possible. I believe one final question for me. Gerenanth decided this last question had best be a good one. What was your main intention in transferring? Gerenanth decided to ask. He had to wonder what made the pair want to leave from whatever weyr they came from. And since I want this to be my final question, would you be so kind as to add in which weyr you came from? Not exactly two questions, simply asking for one detail in her answer. Surely if she was as gracious as she had been before, she'd oblige in telling him where they came from. It was such a simple thing to ask, right? After all, Rasth knew which weyrs Gerenanth had been in.

"It's getting late", G'han said a bit quietly as he looked over the lake. He allowed a few more moments to pass, not quite ready to give this moment up. "We had better head to the hatching sands now", G'han finally said. He moved past her and down the rock, still holding her hand, which helped as he helped her down.

He then led her to the hatching sands next, this time his pace a bit hurried. He wasn't afraid of the dark or anything, he'd just rather hit the hatching sands before all light was gone. But even as they walked along, and even past people, G'han never let go of her hand. He really was latched on to it, not ready to give it up until either he was really ready to or she decided she no longer wanted his hand there.

"Ah, and here we are. The hatching sands. Candidates come. Some impress, some don't. But the sands always remain hot", he seemed to introduce the hatching sands to her. G'han still had that vivid memory of standing on those hot sands. The same sands where he stood alongside others and impressed his bronze Gerenanth.

I am fond of this memory as well, mine. Gerenanth added. Those were the days, eh Gerenanth? G'han questioned his bronze mentally. A sad smile crossed G'han's face as he sighed. So many good memories, too bad some things had to change. Yes they were, and do not worry. Good times will still continue to happen. The bronze did his best to comfort his rider, who was sad that some good things had to come to an end. But the bronze was right, good times would still be had. A smile, less saddened, creeped over his features and G'han breathed in as if he had gotten his second wind and could be happy again.

[Wolf]

That is good news. For her comfort matters a great deal to me. She waited for him to ask his final question, expecting it to be heavier than the rest, what with it being his last one and all. She’d told him just about everything else there was to tell, sort-of, so as the warning signs flagged up in her mind she ignored them. The Candidate Master at High Reaches Weyr didn’t feel that her needs were being met where she was, what with his not planning to step down any time soon. Too, Aarora and I both think he had her best interests at heart, having likely seen for himself the gossip that was going around the Weyr after she fled from a few bachelors, her relationship with each one short-lived. I can speak for mine in saying that some of them tried to get too serious too fast, though many of them were very... nice, also. The intimacy of the nice ones set her to taking off like she always does, relationships really aren’t her strong suit. She can reel them in, yet she never wants to keep hold of them unless she’s having one of her mass moments of insecurity. Rasth tried to explain the situation to the Bronze as kindly as she was able to without making her rider sound bad.

Well part of her was relieved that they were moving on, due to the simple fact that she had been starting to feel bubbling nervousness; she had also not wanted the moment to end. There were few moments in a day when she felt innocent, like she was a “good little girl” and had nothing to prove. She would’ve paid to feel like this all the time, but she knew it wasn’t possible. This was one wish that just wasn’t ever going to come true, not until she took the steps to make a few things happen first.

“Let’s go then,” she said encouragingly, appreciating his aid down to lower ground. She didn’t object to the hurried pace, for her nervousness had sprouted from her eager thoughts. Continuing to hold his hand was only making those thought scenarios seem like more of a realistic possibility.

Aarora had seen the hatching sands before, but all the same she still studied the area as if seeing it for the first time. Instead of thinking of her impression of Rasth, like she ought to have been, she was thinking about how much time it took from here to get to G’han’s weyr. “Nice place,” she said; her lack of focus showing with how unenthusiastic she ending up sounding. She kept turning her head to look past him, down the hall, as if it’s what held the true promise, rather than this beloved place where Candidates would stand and have their life partners impress to them.

It looks an awful lot like High Reaches sands, doesn’t it? Rasth asked with a hint of irritation. Why did her rider have to be so focused on herself a lot of the time? Would she ever change?

Yah, it sure does. Don’t most? Aarora tried to sound a bit more enthused when talking to the green, knowing that she’d be scolded otherwise for having her head somewhere that Rasth thought it shouldn’t be.

I was hoping perhaps you’d get into something a bit more personal than that... Rasth came out and said, leaving it at that. With her rider in this state, she wondered if she’d even care. Sure, she’d care in the sense that she’d feel bad, and think for all of two seconds about what Rasth was telling her. Though, she wouldn’t care in the sense she ought to: taking it to heart and putting some time into focusing on what Rasth was really trying to get at. Her own desires shall come first, Rasth thought.

[Dragon]

I see. Gerenanth said simply. It wasn't so much a lack of detail in response as it was his being observative of what the green had said. He had gained some insight on this rider that had caught the interest of his. I wonder how mine shall fair then. He's an odd one, especially now. Gerenanth knew his rider wasn't going to rush anything, nor did he feel like he was the other type mentioned. G'han was certainly his own person.

G'han really didn't pay much heed to the short response he got from Aarora. For the moment, the bronzerider was caught up in his own thoughts. He was standing in the very place his life really began. The day he left the darkness and stepped forth in the light, with Gerenanth and a new family. He smiled a bit, he even had a family of his own. Well, sort of. He had kids anyway. He shook his head slightly, as if that would get his head out of the clouds.

"Well", G'han finally said after so many moments of silence. "Time I show you my humble living quarters", G'han said in as much gentlemanly fashion as he could. He hadn't really noticed until this moment he was still holding Aarora's hand. How much could slip past his attention while he was off in the clouds. He slowly began walking towards his weyr with her hand in his.

[Wolf]

Rasth wanted to reassure Gerenanth that everything would be okay, Oh he most certainly is different than the others. I wouldn’t at all worry. They are coming up to where we are now, so it won’t be long until the real test arrives. Rasth wasn’t at all sure if she’d intentioned to say that or not, but either way she decided it had been the wrong thing to say, so she tried to correct her err, After all, he better be a good cook! Rasth knew better than to think anything that occurred would be because of G’han, her rider would be the maker or breaker here.

Aarora felt that she should probably, not just to be respectful but to show she cared, ask him about what had gone on back there. “Thinking about impression day, huh?” she asked, deciding to assume the most obvious of possibilities. “Me too,” she told him softly. Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie; she’d given it a brief pass-over.

“Right, we’ll head to your quarters then.” There was no lack of enthusiasm there, she sounded like she was over the top happy. “You better not be getting a better room size deal then me G’han,” she teased, feeling as if her hand had found a suitable home in his. Once he let go she was betting she’d feel a sense of loss. If he let go, but who said he had to let go anytime soon?
No voice in her head-namely Rasth-telling her she was being inappropriate? Well, that was new. She let it be, not consulting her dragon at all while she kept at a steady pace, wanting to reach their final destination.

What a day this has proved to be already. I would’ve deeply regretted not meeting you here today Gerenanth. With your kindness at having extended the offer to me, how could I resist? Really Rasth was thinking to herself, how could she resist a bronze like him? Just the mere sight of him had tempted her on the first day of having met him. Now, as she got to know him, she came to like him more and more. Imagining her life without him at this point was becoming quite impossible.

[Dragon]

Gerenanth did like the idea of judging where his rider stood among the men in this greenrider's life, but he didn't care to elaborate or share that thought with the green. The bronze did roar with dragonic laughter however. Mine? A cook? That would be the day. The meal has been prepared and should be arriving now. Infact, Gerenanth thought the help might be a bit late. G'han went through the trouble of arranging all this. Would his plans be dashed?

Just as the bronze thought this, in came the drudges with dinner fully prepared and ready to set. They were quick about their work, as they were understood to be. They didn't want to ruin the new wingleader's special dinner with his new lady friend. When their work was done and the table set, they quietly left.

Gerenanth simply blinked as the quiet show went on inside his weyr. They were certainly prompt to his thoughts and quick. The bronze turned to the green sharing his ledge, turning to respond to her. I felt you would desire company while yours and mine were out exploring the weyr. I was all too eager to provide the company.

"Hm?", G'han mumbled a question as he looked over to her. "Oh, yeah. I was just thinking about the day I impressed Gerenanth. Good times", he responded to her question simply and with a smile to accompany it. The two were approaching his weyr as she mentioned larger quarters. G'han had to check with Gerenanth to make sure his little surprise would be ready. The bronze confirmed that the drudges had prepared the dinner and left some time ago. G'han was pleased to know that his plans for the day were running so smoothly. "Well. If it is, I really can't help it. If it makes you feel any better, Gerenanth's bulk takes up most of the room!", G'han exclaimed with a sudden burst of energy as he chuckled at the last part.

Hey! I have no bulk. I am a lean, fit, bronze dragon. It is your bulk taking up space in my weyr. Gerenanth countered, more than obliging Rasth and hers to listen in on their conversation. "His weyr. We'll see about that when I find a replacement", G'han mock muttered in response. Not if I replace you first. The bronze was quick to respond back, still letting the other pair listen in. G'han simply shook his head as they arrived at his weyr. He opened the door for her and ushered her in. "And here is my humble weyr", G'han spoke up, emphasising the word "my" just for Gerenanth.

[Wolf]

Rasth rumbled a dragon’s form of laughter. Well then I’m glad that yours did not decide to practice his non-existent skills today, of all days. A prepared meal sounds much better, if his cooking skills, or more like lack thereof, are as bad as you say. Poor G’han, Rasth almost felt bad for finding such a thing amusing. No matter, it’s not like she would ever tell him they’d been discussing it. When was the last time you ate Gerenanth? she asked. She felt satiated for the time being, but perhaps he hadn’t eaten in a longer amount of time then she? It was a polite thing to ask, for the scent of the food wafting through the whole area was enough to make anyone’s mouth water, let alone a hungry individual. For him to be able to eat they’d have to go and hunt down some of the beasts in the field, which would mean leaving G’han and Aarora alone. She was starting to think that G’han would be enough to watch hers though.

The drudges had worked very quickly; Rasth had been impressed at the speed in which they put together everything. Then, as quickly as they had come, they were gone. Rasth thought it no coincidence that they fled in such a hurry; it was only now that she thought of how the whole Weyr was probably talking about the pair. If the incident with the Weyrling Master had been such a messy matter, then all would wonder at G’han finally reconnecting with another. She really hoped that this was the final relationship for both of them, if they even found themselves in a relationship. So many steps, and what seemed like so little time. You’re quite right, thank you.

“Well, that must’ve been one of the proudest days of your life, if not right at the top of your list.” When they arrived at his weyr, her laughter filled the entryway for some time. Hearing the two of them go back and forth like that was entertainment enough for her. As she was ushered in she looked about, taking in every bit of the place like she had done her own weyr. “Very nice, sizeable indeed, of course a Wingleader deserves as much. I approve of the place. Not that you need my approval.” After she was done roaming the place with her eyes, she turned around, facing him. It was only then that the delicious smell of food came to her nose, and her eyes widened, there color appearing to lighten with her surprise. “That smells so good, even better than the kitchens. My my G’han, just what are you up to?” she teased, wagging a finger in his face. Her other hand was still in his, it sure wouldn’t be her that broke the contact. It was comforting to be holding his hand, it made everything else seem so much easier somehow.

It does smell good, doesn’t it? G’han is quite the charmer. She permitted everyone to hear that comment of hers. Aarora blushed, not having expected Rasth to go and say that. She felt somewhat exposed, for it seemed like Rasth was speaking her thoughts rather than her own.

[Dragon]

G'han has been...more concerned, Gerenanth tried to find the right words and settled with that, with other things rather than cooking. It was true. For as long as the bronze had been paired with his rider, he never recalled him cooking. If he had, he certainly didn't do it often enough for Gerenanth to recall him having an practiced skill in it. G'han's meals usually came from the kitchens or from others that prepared for him. Hm. If you are offering dinner plans for us, I am not one to turn them down. Gerenanth had a mind to leave his rider up to his own devices. The bronzerider could do with some personal time with his new interenst.

"Oh it's certainly up there. Right with my new position to wingleader", G'han commented to her. It was certainly clear that G'han was overjoyed to hold such a position in a place he considered his home. "And becoming a father", G'han also decided not to hide. Well, she knew he was a father. No use not saying it. "Those would probably be my top three. Though there's no real order beyond that, one over the other. Well, wingleader would probably be third. Though Gerenanth is like a child so maybe I should just count him in with my children?", G'han started rambling now. He shook his head and entered his weyr with her. He looked over at her, waiting for her to realize what he had waiting for them here.

"I'm not without my surprises and plans", G'han responded to her question. He only smiled when she wagged her finger at him. "I really don't think you're complaining either", G'han chuckled as he ushered them both to the table where the dinner was prepared.

Yes, my rider knows how to charm the ladies when he really works at it. Gerenanth decided to tease with Rasth. Perhaps we should leave these two lovers alone? Gerenanth questioned to Rasth, still letting all hear as he continued teasing. "Oh stuff it", G'han finally responded to his bronze, mock frustrated. Though G'han refused to show it, his dragon was actually starting to embarrass him.

[Wolf]

Rasth normally would’ve pushed to know what these other things entailed, but she knew her boundaries even then. That’s all right Gerenanth, I most certainly understand, she told him, even though she only had a faint idea of what he meant. I am offering dinner plans, yes. She turned her wedge-shaped to look at her companion, pulling away from him before snapping her wings open and jumping off of the ledge, airborne. Beating her wings to go higher she turned to look back, wanting to make sure Gerenanth was following. She knew her way to the fields by now, she’d already had to go there upon first arriving at Dark Moon Weyr. She never forgot anyplace where there was food.
Yes, leave them alone we shall, I’m sure they’ll be busy enough not to notice, she said for the hearing of all before going even higher.

“Those are all beautiful things to have on your list,” she said to him softly, smiling with a hint of sadness before she was ushered on. The food that was splayed out over the prepared table was making her mouth water. “G’han, it all looks so good! Really, you shouldn’t have gone through the trouble.” She knew he wouldn’t have had time to cook the food himself, but it was clear she was talking about the trouble of making the arrangements to have the food prepared. “I’m not complaining at all,” she said, her voice taking on that mischievous tone.

When the word “lovers” had been thrown out there she turned her face away to conceal yet another blush, not wanting him to see how such things did affect her. She preferred to remain shrouded in mystery, that way she had the upper hand. She nodded to him, imitating a bow of sorts for comedic effect.

Rasth shot through the clouds, loving it when her wings were being exercised. She was sure Gerenanth would appreciate the movement too. Whenever she was flying up so high she often reflected on her flights. Being a green she had them more often than any other dragon, but unlike most others she dreaded these times, of course that was only when she knew a random would be flying after her. The idea of Gerenanth chasing her set her heart aflutter. The feeling was most certainly welcomed.

[Dragon]

Right behind you, dear Rasth. The bronze spoke to her and took off after her. Gerenanth watched as she flew higher and higher into the clouds. He could feel instincts wanting to kick in. But though this may have resembled some aspects of a flight, it infact wasn't. Still, Gerenanth darted after her. He was more than ready to feast.

"Maybe I shouldn't have", he started with an arrogant smile. "But I did anyway", he stated, the smile still remaining. Perhaps there was something more in that smile, but G'han wasn't going to give it away if there was. He led her, hand in hand, to the table and seated her first. When he was done seating her, he finally let go of their hands' embrace so that he could be seated across from her.

"I really didn't think you would", he said with a knowing grin as he picked up an eating utinsel and pointed it at her for emphasis. He did take the time to openly eye her, just wanting to take a long look at the dinner companion he had chosen for the evening. Looking at her, he knew his choice was not bad at all. Way to pick one out G'han. She's a real looker, very easy on the eyes. G'han thought quietly to himself as he let out a genuine smile as he watched her. After a few more moments he released the gaze and the smile faded to a more goofy kind of grin.

"Well dig in, no use shying around me. Unless you want me to fix your plate?", G'han started at her, ending in a question. He honestly would, but he half expected her not to take him up on it. But G'han found that he really couldn't anticipate this girl's moves all that well. It was actually a bit of a thrill to him.

[Wolf]

Rasth felt excitement building when Gerenanth followed, speeding up to try and make it difficult for him to. It was all about fun and games for her, she wasn’t actually trying to lose him. She doubled-back to zoom underneath him before coming back up around his side; speeding off in the direction of the fields once again. I like some friendly competition, though competition isn’t what I seek right now. She crooned to the bronze , watching the ground below with interest. She watched the movement, people and dragons doing their daily chores. It was hard to see who they were, for they were mainly dots and specks. I hope the Weyr continues to grow. I haven’t had a chance to speak much with the Jr. Weyrwoman’s dragon, have you? Serinth, was it? She disliked talking about other females, but she knew that the dragon was younger than her, for she was closer to Gerenanth’s age. Not that age would stop Gerenanth’s interest in a Gold, if he even was interested, she sure hoped not. If anything she suspected he’d fancy Kaith!

She thanked him when he pulled her chair out for her, sitting down. Once she was seated, and his hand released hers, she ignored the empty-feeling that built up. Instead, she focused on the food before her. “Oh trust me; I won’t be shy, not with all this food here to tempt me.” Not with you to tempt me. What a bad girl she was. “You’re quite the gentleman G’han, you make a woman feel as if she doesn’t have to do anything for herself,” she teased. Really it was refreshing since most men didn’t care to show their gentlemanly qualities the way he did, instead they expressed a care or less attitude. She got some roasted wherry for herself, putting it onto her plate. The scent that filled her nose was to die for! It wasn’t at all a scrawny wherry; it was plump and very well cooked.

“Could you get me some of those dainties?” she said, head lowered, while her eyes were drawn up adorably, completing her pleading expression. She didn’t need to plead, for she knew he’d be more than willing, what with him already having offered to do so. “And a meatroll... too...” she said slowly, drawing out her words purposefully. She waited patiently, not in any hurry. The company was satisfying her far more than the food. He kept on looking at her like she was really something to behold, which made her feel special, how could it not? She wasn’t one of those girls that wasn’t aware they were good-looking, she knew it, and flaunted it. She studied him in the same manner now, making a clicking sound that signified her appreciation of his own looks.

We’re just off to eat something Mine. The smell of the food was making me hungry.
Well, be sure to take your time, don’t overdo it.
In the presence of a bronze? Please.

[Dragon]

We have talked on occassion, yes. Gerenanth responded, not really interested in any other dragon for the moment. Gerenanth allowed the green her air tricks, but didn't respond to them. When she darted after the fields, Gerenanth darted right after her. He was eager to feed.

G'han only smiled at her response to the food, feeling no verbal action was necessary. "Like what you see?", he asked casually as he looked over at her, chin resting on the back of his hands that were now laced together with his elbows resting on the table as he leaned forward. "I know I do", he said with a wink. Well, she did say he could eye her openly. No sense in hiding what he was thinking. Well, he would hide some of it. Some thoughts just weren't appropriate enough to blurt out.

G'han leaned back and removed his elbows from the table and his chin from the back of his hands. "Of course precious", he responded a bit sweetly and gathered for her what she asked. "No sense in you having to lift a finger when you have a big strong man to do everything for you, right? Especially when he's more than wanting to", he finally gave response to her remarks on him being a gentleman.

[Wolf]

Rasth could see that Gerenanth wasn’t very talkative on the subject, and wondered if that was because he was disinterested in it. She left it at that, seeing the feeding grounds below. She spiralled down gracefully, knowing that Gerenanth would be close by. She was more than eager herself now, having thought about food the entire way there, that and her bronze. Well, not technically her bronze, though she liked to think so. Lets eat, last one there is... well... last one there, she called out, flying low over the ground as the herdbeasts grazed. A few popped their heads up, and bellowed out a warning to the rest, who were mostly oblivious at this point. Rasth always made sure to be deadly silent, and she was good at it.

She chuckled, mouth a jar as she looked everywhere but him, her tongue dancing over her lower lip. When her eyes did finally rest upon him she seemed to have a better composure, “And what if I do?” was her comeback. At least he was openly admitting that he found her attractive, she could more than just live with that. “And so what if you do, what do you plan to do about it?” she said in a lower tone, meeting his gaze.

“Well, what can I say, I appreciate a man who’s willing to show he can take care-of me, even though I’m fully capable of taking care of myself. Have been since I was sixteen,” she told him truthfully. When he was done getting what she requested she nabbed the plate from him with a sly grin. “Why thank you.” She set it down in front of her, seeming at a loss of where to start first. She planned to get to the sweet fruit later...

Meanwhile Rasth had already started, having herded a large beast from the rest of the group. Once it was on its own, defenceless, she swooped down, large claws digging into the beast once she toppled it over and was on its flank. She tossed her head down and snapped its neck cleanly, tearing into the large provision of meat. The fat slid down her throat pleasantly, and she licked her chops, ravenous.

[Dragon]

"My my, best leave those thoughts for another time. They would interrupt the dinner", G'han answered her question. To be honest, there were so many things he could think of doing about it. But a majority of those he felt were going to move things too fast. He wasn't really willing to speed up the pace, he liked it where it was. He wasn't going to be the one altering it. G'han took some wherry roast for himself and complimented it with some fruit and a glass of juice.

He took a bite of wherry roast first to test it. After a few savoring moments of chewing, he swallowed. "Well, compliments to the cook. They certainly outdid theirselves with the food", G'han complimented while looking at her and holding a piece of fruit in his hand. He took a bite of the fruit, then washed it down with the juice. The pleasant smells and tastes weren't lost on him.

"How do you like it sweet thing?", he asked her as politely and sweetly as possible, while sounding completely interested in what she thought of the meal.

Meanwhile, Gerenanth landed after Rasth. He swooped in cleanly and took a herdbeast for himself, snapping the neck quickly and digging into it. Looks like I am last. The bronze said simply before he began his own meal.

[Wolf]

Aarora looked down at her food while he answered her, not doing a good job of concealing her expression that revealed she knew he’d at least been thinking about certain things. She took the first bite of her own wherry slice, closing her eyes as if it were a lasting kiss. “Wow, just wow,” she chuckled. “They really did outdo themselves; I find the food here at Dark Moon is among the best, though it’s not a surprise.” She took a sip of the Benden wine that had been brought up, which impressed her all the more, for it was the finest of wines in all of Pern. “Ah, good old Benden wine always does the trick,” she spoke out in satisfaction. She wasn’t too much of a drinker. She did drink on occasion, when it called for it, but she never went overboard like she found a lot of dragonriders doing. It really was quite ridiculous to allow yourself to indulge so much into something that you lost all realization of your actions. No, she most certainly always loved to know exactly where, what, and when.
“I love it!” Her answer was honest. “I haven’t had a meal this well in ages... or ever” she laughed. Her laugh subsided, breaking into smaller chuckles while she reached over and grabbed one of the red fruits. She bit into it, her taste buds going wild. “From the South I presume.” She held up the fruit, inspecting it.

“I must say, the best of everything is presented here G’han, I’m quite flattered.” She’d been completely honest in that comment as well. “I’ve been treated very well today.” Her gaze lingered on him as before, though it was more meaningful then the last time. It was the exact look she'd given him when they'd been leaving the Weyrwoman's place of business, after he'd been made Wingleader.

Does this displease you Gerenanth? she teased, her roaring laughter thunderous. She fell another beast, enjoying her meal almost as much as Hers. Rasth was betting that the rest of Pern really didn’t know what they were missing out on in Dark Moon.

[Dragon]

Not at all dear Rasth. I am pleased to have such a fine dinner companion. Gerenanth's voice was smooth as a stone as he spoke. He tore into his herdbeast, enjoying his meal thoroughly.

"Why yes. I do go all out on occassions. I deemed this a necessary occassion", G'han said, in a tone that sounded a bit like the ordinary bronzerider. At times, G'han could be known to get a little high and mighty. But he never allowed that air of superiority to go too far. G'han, after all, was no ordinary bronzerider. His beginnings were humbling, and in turn that anchored him from going too far.

"The fruit is from the south, of course. The finest pick", G'han explained the fruit to her. He did look her over as she gave her own glance to him. He took a bite of the fruit for emphasis on the previous subject as he watched her watch him. This glance didn't seem to hold the usual mischief he was, by now, accustom to. "Something the matter?", he asked. He could easily take a guess, but he hid any sort of knowing from her. He decided it best to get the answer straight from the runner's mouth.