Post by kevna on Sept 29, 2021 0:10:05 GMT -5
Vanisha - Candidate
The dark eyed man looked away from her as she spoke, and seemed to lose himself in thought again, as if considering her words. He seemed so… weighed down. She wished she could lift the weight, or at least lessen it, but she had yet to even make him laugh. Young men were usually so much easier to please, but her success with him was limited to small smiles. Still… He remained. He could have chosen to leave but hadn’t. Either he was beyond polite, or in some small way he was enjoying her company as she was his. The silence had drawn out slightly, and respectfully she had waited, starting to think it had been an inappropriate question to ask of him. Was he regretting staying after all?
His halting words didn’t give her any comfort, and she felt a pit in her stomach. It was a shameful thing she had done, digging in such a manipulative way. She had thought herself *so* clever, when she had only been thinking of her own curiosity. In the end, her question hadn’t really gotten her anywhere either, so it had all been for naught. “I see.” She stated softly, even as she caught him appraising her again. Maybe there was more appreciation than she had thought before in his gaze. She dropped her own eyes, avoiding meeting his scrutiny with her blue eyes, and she carefully nodded her head elegantly. “A few times over the turns, portraits for my parents. Nothing too frequent, the freckles,” she brushed her hand gently over her cheek, “I was told made the portraits more difficult.” She tried to hide her embarrassment over her blotchy skin with a smile, ducking her head and allowing her hair to hide her skin better, as she took a sip of her klah. She knew it was uncomely, unladylike, but no matter how she had stayed out of the sun, they never seemed to dissipate, clinging to her skin. It was difficult to forget the dismay she had seen in the last artist’s eyes when he had seen who was to be his subject of focus, his comment about her freckles she was sure hadn’t meant to be rude, but it had still been painful.
Speaking of her horse and her mother was easier, less painful, or more painful but in a different way. This pain was a reminder of how she was slowly freeing herself, as best she could, a welcome pain in a way. This was the beginning of a transformation, if she was successful in impressing to a small dragonet.
Vanisha’s indulgent smile reserved for her mother flittered away, and she nodded, her normal smile back in place. “She is, thank you.” Here would have been the polite time to ask after his own mother, but the fact that he hadn’t brought her up when he had plenty of opportunity, and the way had quickly dismissed his hometown, made her pause. It was so difficult, wanting to get to know the man, but also wishing to keep him at ease. If there was some pain linked to home, she’d prefer not to poke at old wounds. She hated to see people in pain.
He seemed to accept her reasoning for leaving Morninglight behind, and she felt relieved. She didn’t like lying, but if he had continued to push for her to bring the mare, she was sure she would have given him some comment about doing her best to see it done. This was easier all the way around. Not having to bother her parents, not putting the poor mare in any distress with such a journey.
“Hmmm,” she mused softly, a twinkle in her eye, “Honestly, I’m unable to as well, as it still feels unreal to me.” She splayed her hands out and looked around briefly. It did all feel like a dream, and she was afraid she would wake up to disappointment. “I keep wondering if I will wake up and realize this has all been a dream.” Her eyes came back to him, and her soft grin was more genuine again, though just as short-lived as they segued into talk of possible riding lessons.
If he had pushed any further, she would have given in, helpless against her nature. As it was she felt guilty when he dismissed needing to ride. It brought her such pleasure, and in refusing to teach him, she was denying him that pleasure. She was tempted to disagree, to argue the necessity, though on an island he was quite correct, wasn’t he? And arguing would be unseemly. The walk was the least she could do for him, though she doubted it would absolve her of the guilt. “Of course, I would enjoy that, Parlhion.” And because an open-ended meet was looked down on, she braved ahead, denying the thoughts of strolling alone along the pens with a young man. He had been nothing but a gentleman so far. And she was a dragonrider candidate! She needed to focus on that. “Do you enjoy mornings or afternoons more? I have a rest day in a couple of days, and we can enjoy the sunshine before the snows start.” There was a risk of sounding too forward, but her guilt drove her.