Post by tovaana on Mar 16, 2021 15:57:07 GMT -5
Weyrling V’than :: Brown Saruth
When the candidate moved to dismount, he couldn’t help the gentlemen part of him to want to help her, especially as she came down on the leg he was working on. He dropped his brush into the damp sand reached for her waist as she came down. When she landed so close to him, he felt his pulse quicken and felt his body get suddenly warm, despite not having his shirt on. His hands fell to his side as she took a step back away from him, rubbing the sand on his trousers.
He chuckled a little nervously as she described herself as irresistible, moving to pick up his brush, grabbing a hand full of wet sand as he did so. He took a controlled breath, wanting to avoid her gaze and wanting to look at her at the same time, stealing glances as she spoke about Saruth and then about his voice? He hadn’t anyone compliment his voice before, it seemed a strange compliment, except that she had complimented Saruth while she had been at it… Even being distracted slightly by… by what? Her smooth looking dark skin? Her wild hair? She was nothing like the girls that he usually thought beautiful, especially nothing like Pearl. Pearl? That had been so long ago… But he had sworn off girls, not consciously, but he’d stayed clear of them and the drama that seemed to follow them around.
“A secret?” He asked, grateful for the change in conversation and wave of thought. He smiled a little a looked at the woman, surprised at her height. He realized that when she had dismounted from his dragon her lips had been within easy reach. He cleared his throat and shook his head a little. “Sorry, uhm. Of course, I can.” He smiled, thinking of Muze and the secrets they would keep. “I’d have my sister vouch for me, but you haven’t met her yet.” He attempted to look at her without looking away, glancing down every once in a while at the repeated circles on Saruth’s side.
Saruth shifted suddenly under his working hands, the leg lifted and moved a little, just enough to push V’than off balance into Riasu’s direction. He dropped his brush in reaction, using a hand on Saruth and the other hand reaching for Riasu to rebalance. He glanced down at her and took a step back after he had balanced. “Sorry about that… I guess… Saruth had an itch…or something.” He said, glancing down at his brush, but a little stunned at what had happened. Saruth was usually careful – he hardly ever pushed or moved his weight around too much.
‘Saruth!’ What? ‘What did you do that for?’ The brown turned a whirling gaze on his rider. You sound mad. Didn’t you want to be closer? V’than flushed, clearing his throat. “Sorry, you were saying?”