Unpleasant Meetings

Writers: Miriah, Phoenix
Date Posted: 8th May 2019

Characters: S'ran, Tisafelle
Description: Saran meets Tisafelle for the first time and is not impressed.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 12 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: N/A
Mentor Approved.

In the Candidate barracks, Tisafelle stood in front of the shared
looking glass and turned, looking at herself in the new trousers that
she had gladly swiped when offered. Her eyes gleamed with pleasure; if
this was what her bottom looked like outside of dresses, she would
never wear one of those blasted things again. They were tight, hugged
her hips perfectly and looked as though she had poured them on. There
were more and more aspects of living at the weyr that she was growing
to like.These were _perfect_.

Tying her tunic into a knot at her belly, she turned again, smiled at
her own reflection and passed the curtain into the main area of the
Candidate barracks, her stride self-confident.

Saran was enjoying the quiet time. He always rose early due to taking
care of the runners and helping with the chores at the stables. He'd
already gotten dressed in an old comfortable pair of pants and a grey
sleeveless shirt. He was sitting on one of the chairs going over his
notes from the last lecture. He heard the curtain ruffle from the
girls side and smiled at the young lady that came into the main area.
"G'morning Miss." he said politely with a smile. He kept his voice low
so as not to disturb the others that were still sleeping.

The greeting made her pause and she turned to flick her gaze over the
young man. Her brow arched; she didn't recognize him and she thought
she had seen everyone who had been in the barracks. "Who are you?"
Unlike him, she didn't bother to keep her voice low, uncaring who she
might disturb.

Saran grinned mischievously at her. "Names Saran. I just arrived
recently." he stated. "I didn't think anyone else would rise this
early. Where you off to?" Saran asked playfully. She still hadn't
given her name, but figured she didn't trust as easily as he did. He
put his notes down and fully focused on her. She looked good, but
wasn't going to flirt with her until he knew she was legal.

His grin didn't receive an answering one. So, he was new, probably
just itching to stand for the eggs. Faranth, they were gathering in
more and more people each day; the barracks were going to be packed in
short order. Her nose wrinkled as she remembered that she'd only been
there for a short time herself. She wondered if he was going to be one
of those who Impressed blue or green; she couldn't tell and didn't
want to waste time on a boy-lover. "Why do you care?"

Saran shrugged. "I'm new so just trying to meet people." he replied
simply. He put his notes back in his satchel he had sitting next to
him. "So you been here long?" he asked trying to get her to open up a
bit.

"No." Her reply was short. "I'm not interested unless you ride a
bronze and since you're here, you don't ride anything. So, go and get
interested in someone else."

Saran rose an eyebrow at her statement. "Who said anything about being
interested in a relationship...I'm just talking about friendship." he
stated wryly. He wondered if she was one of the rank lovers.. "Besides
Darling, you might be pretty, but there's more to a person then just a
body..." he said snorting a bit at her.

She stared at him for a long moment, then burst out in a mocking
laugh. "I said nothing about a relationship! Can you imagine? A
relationship? I don't think so. There's nothing about you that's
remotely interesting right now. Come and see me when there is." She
snorted right back at him. "You keep telling yourself that."

Saran was getting a bit annoyed by her attitude. "And what makes you
so special little girlly?" he asked mockingly using the same tone she
did. He got the feeling, she was one of those 'Special' women his
mother warned him of. Looking over at her he spoke again. "Keep up
that attitude and no one will want ya." he said with his accent coming
out. It generally only came out if he was tired or annoyed.

"Girly? You sound like my old uncle." she taunted. "Can't you come up
with something original at least?" She rolled her eyes. "Oh
please...you have no idea. Besides, I'm not trying to attract you or
anyone like you." She smirked, dismissing him with a flick of her
fingers; she had her eyes on a much larger prize.

"Do I look like an old man to you?" Saran asked snorting. "Only people
I see being attracted to you and your attitude are people not worth
anyone's time." Saran told her bluntly. And to think, he was trying to
be friendly and get to know more people in the Weyr.

"I said you _sound_ like one. Are you deaf too?" Her eyes flicked over
him again. "But, no, you don't look like one," she admitted. "You look
like you'd bend over for the first greenrider that waved at you."

Saran snickered at her. "Well...if I sounded like one, wouldn't that
make me one? Last I checked my sister hadn't popped out a kid yet." he
snarked. "If that were the case, I would've gotten laid the first
night here." he told her rolling his eyes. "But, since you said that,
does that mean you do that?" he asked innocently. "Because it seems
like sex and power is all that's on your mind. I will pity the sod
that chooses you..." he said grabbing his satchel. He wasn't going to
stand around if she was going to be this stuck up. He had better
places to be.

She smirked, not rising to his bait for an instant. "As if I cared
what you think. I don't. You're not important." She flipped her hair
over her shoulder and strode out of barracks, a sway to her hips.

Saran just stared after her then snorted shaking his head. "She's
nice..." he said sarcastically to himself as he gathered up a hide
that had fallen and put it back in his satchel. It was just about time
to leave for breakfast anyways, so he ran back to his shared rooms and
made sure he was decent before leaving the barracks.

Last updated on the June 15th 2019

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