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 Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 3:39 pm
His words made La bite back laughter, and she elected instead to duck her head, masking a grin at his words. Oh, if only he knew it wasn't just an unwillingness to behave like others thought Queenriders should behave, but something completely different (and significantly more deep-seated) that kept her from approaching the golden egg at Touchings. But it wasn't important to the conversation and so she kept it to herself for the time-being.
"You're a flatterer," she said sweetly, focusing instead on the other Candidate he had mentioned. It was true; some candidates were completely full of themselves and infuriating. But that wasn't particularly surprising, especially for someone like Faranie. La had long since given up on people of that nature. They weren't worth the frustration.
"Girls tend to be on their best behaviour in case somehow any sort of transgression gets back to the Queens. Nobody wants to get eaten by a grumpy mum who thinks their daughter is worth more than a few worthless idiots," she said with a grin, obviously joking. As they stepped into the dining cavern, she inhaled and grinned. Whatever they were serving smelled good to her, though she still hoped it was stew.
"After you," she said politely, giving Ennrik a good-natured if slightly mocking bow and gesturing for him to go ahead of her. He had done more and harder work; he should get food first.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 5:11 am
Ennrik wasn't stupid enough to miss Lanakirene's mirth, but he couldn't quite guess at the source. She didn't seem like the type to be self-deprecating. At least, not to the point where she would give up on trying for a gold dragon. But then, what did he know? He didn't know her that well. They'd only spoken a few times, and the conversations then, as now, had been on banalities. Everyone was so cautious not to make friends with anyone, for fear that Impression would separate them. As if there were not ways to keep in contact with others at a distance.
He smirked at her pronouncement that he was a flatterer. He was a Harper. The two went hand in hand. It was best to base one's compliments in truth. Anything that was obviously untrue would give the wrong impression and ruin a person's reputation. Ennrik wasn't interested in that. Besides, he was sparing enough with his compliments that no one could accuse him of being one of those detestable people whose compliments were meaningless because they were bestowed without consideration.
"I can be," he agreed. "But only when the occasion warrants it."
He had also been known to bestow compliments that were intended facetiously, but this was not one of those instances, and he wasn't going to mention it, lest Lanakirene get a more accurate impression of what sort of person he was. Which is part of why her reasoning for the girls' behavior amused him. He was as guilty as they were of hiding his true personality. And maybe it was because he didn't want the queen to find out what sort of person he was, and smite him as he stood on the Hatching Sands. That hadn't occurred to him.
As they stepped into the dining cavern and he inhaled the scent of lunch Ennrik's smirk shifted to a more pleasant smile. He wasn't a connoiseur of food, but he appreciated well-made meals, and the meals at the Weyr were always filling and nourishing. He could appreciate that, even if the fare was plain and prepared to feed many. He could hardly remember a time when the food he ate hadn't been prepared with many in mind.
"Oh, no, Lady. After you," Ennrik insisted, sweeping a bow far too elaborate for their situation. He was smiling to keep the mockery in his bow from becoming cruel.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:35 pm
Grinning and shaking her head slightly at Ennrik's exaggerated bow, La dropped a low and completely inappropriate (she wasn't wearing a skirt, after all) curtsey, fluttered her eyelashes at him a mockery of flirtation, and then moved ahead of him in line. Happily accepting a bowl of stew from the unfortunate Candidate on serving duty, she turned back to Ennrik to say something to him. As she did so, the voices of some others made her look up.
A group of Candidates at a table at the far end of the cavern were waving to her, and La grinned, wondering how they had managed to escape chores even more quickly than she. Waving back, she turned to Ennrik and then gave a slightly sheepish shrug. "Looks like I'm off this way," she said. Pausing, she flashed another bright smile.
"It was fun talking with you," she said, "we ought to spend a free afternoon together some time. Go swimming or something." And with that, she inclined her head and turned toward the table, raising her hand in greeting to the girl that had called her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 8:10 am
Ennrik grinned at her unnecessary curtsey and waited for Lanakirene to step in front of him. Looking down the line he saw that the menu for the day was stew, which was fine. Filling and nourishing. Tasty, even. Not particularly interesting, but he'd had few opportunities in his life to partake of interesting foods, and wasn't sure he cared to start now. He had enough to adjust to at the Weyr. Lanakirene's evident delight at the stew was amusing. Clearly she had preferences.
He was going to remark on this, but he heard Lanakirene being called away and nodded. If he craned his head he could see the table where he and those he tended to spend time with usually ate lunch. It was presently unoccupied, but he knew they'd be in to join him soon enough. "It was fun talking with you, too. I would enjoy spending more time with you in the future."
He finished making his way through the line to pick up a few more comestibles, and then he made his way to his usual table to await his mates.
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