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((Edit: Having just seen how long this post is I'm gonna say sorry. xD Guess I had muse build up, or Cesa just had a lot to think about.))

There really was no arguing with the fact that T'rel was a poor actor. She had heard candidates tell her of him pretending to be a candidate and even they had been able to tell that something was going on. Cesa knew that T'rel wouldn't be mad at her for saying so, it was a well enough known fact. She liked to think that if it did bother him then he would have told her. Mecesa thought about T'rel trying to make things obvious, sometimes things were obvious to the person trying to hint them. Often what to them appear big hints were just strings of unrelated comments and actions to the person who didn't know what it was about.

Cesa's smile softened when T'rel told her his reasons not to tell the girl. He must have thought over it several times for him to come up with that many reasons. How long had he been thinking over this before she'd come back? "T'rel." She began by saying his name in the gentle tone she had always taken when the bronzerider had come to her with his problems. "Sweetie, I can't see her leaving you. You're a wonderful man, why wouldn't she feel the same way about you?" The girl must have transferred and only just returned. Riders seemed to be moving from Weyr to Weyr a lot these days. Maybe it was a way of circulating thread-fighting techniques and as long as the riders agreed there seemed no problem with it. Well, unless something like this happened.

"If she laughs then she doesn't deserve you, simple as that." Who would laugh at someone telling them they loved them? Well, T'rel hadn't said he loved this girl in those words, but he had said he fancied her and it all really started from there. Either way it didn't change the fact you never laughed when someone bared their feelings to you like that. T'rel's final question caused a small sigh to escape Cesa and her smile to sadden slightly. This sounded familiar. "If she's in love with someone else then, well, you'll have to accept it. You can't make someone love you, all you can do is hope really." It would be wonderful if people only ever fell in love with people they could have, but unfortunately they didn't. It happened terribly often that someone cared for someone who didn't feel the same.

"Well, T'rel, you do what you think is best. Remember though, the more time you spend waiting, the more time you give others a chance to make a move. Others who might not care for her the same way you do." It would be bad enough for this girl to begin something with someone else. It would be even worse if it turned out this person didn't really care for her and wanted something else. Cesa may have no idea who this girl was or what she was like, but she didn't want her getting hurt.

T'rel's demand to know who she was talking about made Cesa raise an eyebrow and smile. "Already? I've not even left the place I was dropped off at yet." She indicated to her things beside her. How could she possibly have found someone in that time when T'rel was the only person in the Weyr she had seen, except for Azrani and she certainly wasn't to Cesa's tastes. "Well it certainly isn't any of those three; they were all just children when I left. And anyway, if you get to keep secrets then so do I." In truth there was no weyrman, but she did enjoy teasing him. Let it be payback for not telling her who this girl was.

"Alright then, keep your secrets. I'll be able to figure out who she is soon enough anyway. All I have to do is watch how you look at the different women I see you with. You might not mean to, but you'll give it up in the end." She knew T'rel's looks and had no doubt she would be able to tell who the girl was. From the sounds of it he certainly admired her; admiration was a hard thing to hide. Seeing that as her final point on the matter Cesa leant down and gathered her things, which wasn't much. Swinging her bag onto her shoulder, she scooped up her bundle with one arm and held it to her side.

"It doesn't matter what mistakes you made in the past. What matters is who you are now and I like who you are now." Cesa gave T'rel a smile she hoped would be reassuring to him. Everyone made mistakes, it was part of life, but they had to move on and just try to do better next time. "Maybe she hasn't seen how you felt. Perhaps she's too used to having you as a friend so can't see your attempts?" The amount of times she had had to push a friend toward someone because everyone else could see how they felt except the two of them. It seemed as far as love was concerned, the closer you were to it the harder it was to see it. "Well, she might have not written to you for that reason. Maybe she thought it would be easier on you if she didn't write, in case she couldn't come back. Or maybe she thought you would be angry with her for leaving and would rather remember the happy times she spent with you." It was a selfish thing to do, but people sometimes did stupid and selfish things under certain circumstances. All they could really do was hope the other could forgive them. Cesa had a feeling this woman would certainly be hoping for that.

"I can't see you falling for someone cruel enough to laugh, T'rel. Besides no matter what happens at least you'd have told her. Better to let her know than to spend however long wondering if it could have worked." That was slightly hypocritical of her, there had been many situations where Cesa could have done exactly what she was telling him to and she hadn't, but then it was always easier to give advice than to take it. Especially to take your own. "Probably because we can't control our hearts. They often end up leading us down harder to travel paths."

"Nope still not telling you." Cesa said with a grin. "Besides, if anything you should tell me who your girl is first. I asked who she was first." Cesa was confident in her ability to find out who this girl was anyway, so it seemed to make no difference to her whether T'rel told her now or not. "That doesn't give it away much, T'rel. When you first got here you did nothing but fall over. The sand just didn't agree with you did it?" Sand wasn't exactly the most dangerous thing to fall on, it was a lot softer than stone anyway. There was little reason to worry if someone fell on sand, unless they fell from a height. Then it did feel like stone.