Post by kevna on Jun 11, 2021 15:30:57 GMT -5
Asirikai - Lord Holder Candidate
Asirikai had strangely enjoyed himself. Maybe it was because she hadn’t been quite so bubbly as the first time he had met her, and so she had been a bit more palatable. She had looked a little delicate, the way her bun sat skewed on top of her head, the way she had winced at too loud of noises and rubbed at her head. It was funny how he saw her as prettier now that he knew she was Podrell’s girl, though he still couldn’t understand how the two of them worked… Still, he had awoken this morning early, and understanding handovers, had simply wished to check on her, bring her a bit of klah to help with the worst of the pain. Hangovers he could understand, his own headaches after his own nights of drinking could be excruciating.
Siorreya had been surprised to see him at her door, had invited him in, and they had shared a pleasant if short conversation. She had seemed a bit skeptical at his offering, though she had still taken it. He learned quickly that she only remembered pieces of the night after he had left her from their dance, though she had seemed vague on the information, as if hesitant to give away her lack of memory. He wondered if she remembered the way she had kissed him, had almost seduced him to her bed… Shards, if she hadn’t been so wasted, she may have succeeded. It had been too long since he had had a woman. Their pleasant conversation hadn’t given her away if she had remembered or not. She hardly seemed embarrassed. He took that to mean she didn’t remember, which was fine with him. He hardly wanted her to sprout rumors he had taken advantage of her by allowing her to kiss him. Not that he had expected the kiss at all, and she had been the one to kiss him. Rumors, no matter the rumor, could be harmful, especially at this point in the race for Lordship of Mavros.
He had left his unfinished mug of klah in her room. She had offered to take it with her to breakfast to return the item, and he had accepted the invitation, though he wondered if she had just wished to finish his klah as well. She was a strange woman. So very strange. He walked down, away from her weyr, a small, satisfied smile on his lips. He wore his thicker, more dignified coat he had worn the evening before. He had taken it off while conversing with Siorreya, and now secured it again with quick, practiced movements as he walked, rimrod straight and confident. A man on a mission; he next goal of the day was to check back in with the Senior Farmer Pirra. He liked the older woman, she was straight and to the point, and worked hard. An impressive lady. He wished to talk business with her, and if he played his cards right, he believed he could sway her votes to be his.