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~To The Fly

Emora didn't really need the heavy footfalls of Zofer's boots behind her to tell her he was trailing her. Nor the feeling of his gaze on her back as she turned the corner aiming to grab something warm to drink from the kitchen and maybe sit and oil Vanity for a little while at one of the back tables. However she had a feeling her friend wanted to discuss certain matters with her. Slowing her pace a little, but not enough to be noticeable she waited for him to overtake her with his longer strides.

It was also at that moment that Vanity chose to come careening out of between crying to high heaven like she hadn't seen Emora in years rather then the scant time the candidate had been on the sands for the touching. Chuckling Emora reached a hand up to pet Vanity as she looped herself around the woman's neck rubbing her head hard enough against Emora's jaw fit to take skin off if she kept it up too long. "There there pet I'm back." She replied with a grin as Vanity thrummed against her happily filling her head with images of Fort Weyr and the little window she'd been sunning herself on as she waited for hers.

“’Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”

Emora glanced up at Zofer a look of careless interest in her eyes meant to goad him on ever so slightly as she arched one blond brow at him. "What did I think of what? The eggs?" She questioned with a chuckle as she nudged the other journeyman's side. "You certainly were vocal enough about them. Shards half the Weyr probably knows what you think." She joked pulling back from him as the two of them made the turn and trotted down the steps of the kitchens. Emora wasted no time in grabbing a hot cup of klah and settling herself down at one of the bag tables out of the way.

She had a feeling from the words Dagner and his friend had exchanged that the candidate barracks were probably not the safest place to be unless one wanted to see something they shouldn't. "I think maybe we should avoid our rooms for a bit~" Emora added giving Zofer a rather exasperated look as she spoke her face clearly stating her distaste for wanting to walk in on something like that. How easily the Regal egg had manipulated them all.

“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the spider to the fly.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed.”

Sighing Emora shook her head at him. "No I guess I really can't. Most of them were pretty pleasant. I just believe in weighing my options and encounters. It comes from trick riding. If you don't calculate carefully you could end up dead. It's a weird combination really fearlessness and the need for perfection." She replied with a shrug the memory of those warm smooth shells under her palm still fresh in her mind.

Taking a sip of her klah she near choked at the sudden crestfallen look on his face at her quip about the barracks. Taking a second to breath she took the sip she had intended and decided maybe if he hadn't seen it she should spell it out. "You do know that there's a high likely hood Dagner and that hulk he's got his eye on from the party are probably shagging it up in the boys barracks right unless of course you want to see two guys going at it?" Emora asked arching a brow at him with a grin. "But I didn't peg you for swinging that way though I'm sure those two wouldn't mind some added company." She teased sticking her tongue out at him.

"So what did you think of the eggs?" She asked since he'd been so eager to ask her before.

Said the cunning spider to the fly, “Dear friend, what shall I do,
To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you?
I have within my pantry good store of all that’s nice;
I’m sure you’re very welcome; will you please to take a slice?”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “kind sir, that cannot be;
I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.”

"I could see a few similarities. Maybe I'll show you some of my moves sometime. I mostly do trick riding during gathers when there's no racing or when I have time to practice between rounding up the herdbeasts." Emora replied wondering for a moment what it was like to be on a ship all the time out at sea. It certainly seemed exciting enough. His comment about the girls though drew a rueful laugh from the other journeyman.

"Well I doubt they're doing that though I wouldn't put it past a few of them to me pinned up in a corner somewhere in a closet going at it with one of the boys. I was rather surprised really you haven't stooped to taking advantage of them." She teased wondering if the boy really would have tried to drag one of the other female candidates off for a little 'fun.'

Emora was however grateful he went back to the topic of eggs at her nudging. "Well I wouldn't call flit eggs rocks~" She replied trailing off to scratch a cooing Vanity's eyeridges with a gentle smile. "But I get what you're saying. No they all had their own distinct personalities. I'd even be willing to bet that silent one was actually just too lazy to respond rather then a dud. My the first shell could you imagine getting a lazy dragon? I think i'd go crazy." Emora continued shaking her head at the mere though of it. "Of course you've only got eyes for a bronze out of the first Effervescent egg don't you?" She teased with a knowing look.

“Sweet creature!” said the spider, “You’re witty and you’re wise!
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf,
If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say,
And bidding you good-morning now, I’ll call another day.”

"Green in heat huh? Well you were certainly staring at those other girls like a blue fit to chase every shimmering leaf colored tail." She teased enjoying egging him on so to speak if her pun was to be forgiven. He was just so easy to goad and she liked seeing him all flustered.

"Don't think I didn't spy you by the Regal egg checking on the others who came to touch it. I suppose that one's your next favorite next to the first we touched. Tell me did you enjoy it?" Emora asked lowering her lashes as she peered out of them with white blue eyes as cool and sharp as clean cut ice and a dangerous, but not wholly unattractive look in her eyes. In fact it was almost seductive in a much wilder and unbridled way, but Zofer could expect to lash batting and pretty patient cooeing from her like the other girls. No Emora was something different entirely.

The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly would soon be back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing
“Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing:
Your robes are green and purple; there’s a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.”

Now this really did draw an arched brow from Emora and she looked rather unconvinced by his words though the comeback was skillfully delivered nonetheless. "There is no gold egg and no queen for your ever sure bronze to fly. Alas I am. . .colorless~" Emora mused and for a moment a flicker of sadness filled her eyes that she would likely be deemed just another flight buddy if she even managed to impress at all. Runners and flits in Emora's opinion were a good deal more kind. Color didn't matter with them. Besides~ Everyone knew bronzes didn't care a flying flit for anything that lacked a shining golden hide.

As Zofer rambled about his visit with the Regal egg Emora felt her composure cracking a little as he implored for her opinion. Staring down at her reflection in the murky klah the young journeyman scowled. "I hated that egg. It just wanted me to roll over and give it my affection like it was nothing more then free gather treats to be eaten and then tossed away." She spoke her voice a low and angry hiss as her grip tightened on the mug fit to send a spiderweb crack along it's handle. Tyger! Tyger! burning bright~

"I am not some whore to flick my skirts at the first boy to go sniffing at their hem." She growled and lifted her eyes to meet Zofer's. There was a fire there a blistering white hot dangerous flame~ A wild fire fit to burn any man who lacked the bravery to try and grasp it. In the forest of the night~

"If a man wants me they'll be in for a chase. A long hard gut wrenching, heart stopping ballad worthy chase fit to last the ages. Maybe others deem me green in hide, but I'll hit the sky like a strike of lightning and fly long and fast before I let some despicable flighty creature like that touch my emotions." Emora continued as she narrowed her eyes back down at her klah as if somehow through it she could stab back at the Regal egg with her gaze. Slowly though a cocky reckless little smirk of a smile drew it's way over her lips. What immortal hand or eye~

"I know my worthy and I am above the likes of men or eggs like that." She stated with finality before shaking her head. "Besides it was such a disgrace watching every other girl who approached it either leap back like a wilting damsel or pretty much drop their mental skirts at it's slightest whim." Emora sighed with distaste at how weak willed the others had proven to be.

Could frame thy fearful symmetry.