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Sovann-- S'van, he corrected himself, was heading toward the Candidate barracks, his expression notably forlorn. Oh, there was some happiness in his green hazel eyes, but something about the set of his mouth suggested that he was worried, and feeling somewhat bereft. The brown dragonet at his side did not especially approve of said feelings, but there was very little he could do just now to staunch them. Perhaps in time his rider would become used to the way of things, and there would be no need for it. All but trudging, S'van ducked into the candidate's barracks. "Galliath, can you see if anyone is in there?" After all, he did not want to be seen just now.

"It's S'van now." So- ... S'van's tone was a little colder than he had intended, and he tried to make up for it by managing a hint of a smile for the mischievous rumor monger. "Just collecting my things, really. Nothing important." And trying to find some time to himself, because he was sulking somewhat. Not that he wanted to say that, of course. Hmm. Well, maybe not so much sulking as brooding. Yes, that was it. Brooding. Brooding was much less effeminate. Then he realized that he had said the words 'nothing important' to Nandeli. Uh oh. See, that was just asking for trouble, assuming that it hadn't already brought trouble with it.

"No, not at all. I'm very happy to have Impressed Galliath, really." He was, he honestly was. Anyone would be happy to Impress me, the brown dragonet said smugly. Who is the girl, S'van? Is she your mate? ... Oh dear. "This is Nandeli, Gall, and no, she's not." Galliath. S'van ignored the insistence in Gall's tone. Did the dragonet really even understand the concept of a mate? Especially a human one? You should smile like she does. Be happy. Why are you not pleased? "I am very pleased, I am! It's not that, Gall, I promise," the boy whispered soothingly, trying to convince his brown that his worries had nothing to do with him. "This is what I have always wanted. It's just..." It was just that now he might very well lose another dear friend.

Oh Faranth. S'van had forgotten that he was speaking aloud rather than simply allowing Galliath to pick up what he would from his thoughts. Grimacing, the weyrling shrugged his shoulders. "Galliath was wondering if you were my mate." Galliath, who knew S'van's head inside and out, had been rather curious about the kiss and what it had meant. "I'm not sure he understands what he was implying anyway. He's a baby, after all." A cheeky, self important baby, but a baby nonetheless. "I'm very happy about Impressing, but... Okassis didn't Impress. You know, his caravan used to stay near our home about ten turns ago. When we got a little older, they left and I only saw him twice a turn or so. I suppose when I arrived here and he ended up my roommate, I got used to seeing him all the time." ... Why was he telling Nan this? Why had that seemed like a good idea? "Of the two of us, I'm surprised that I'm the one who Impressed, and that he's the one who was left standing on the Sands. He always says that there is only one dragon for anyone, so maybe he'll wait around for his dragon." Then again, he was so used to Kas leaving.

"Shards no. No, no, no. I definitely, definitely do not feel that way about you." S'van thought about how Nan might take that, being a girl and all (and thus being a fragile flower whose self worth is in constant need of nourishment) and added,"-- No offense. You're pretty, sure as shells, but I don't think of you in that way." Is she as beautiful as I am? Galliath said curiously, remembering that S'van had called him beautiful. His memory of events was a little sketchy (a lot sketchy), but he did remember praise remarkably well. "Wh-what!? Sweet and adorable? I'm... I'm not sweet and adorable!" Aghast, S'van took a half a step back.

S'van's eyes widened at the implication that she intended for things to go further at some point. Maybe she hadn't meant it, but it definitely made him yelp. ... Well, internally mostly. Not aloud, thankfully. "Uhh. Yeah, we should be friends first." Oh Shards. She didn't mean anything by it, did she? "Sweet and adorable and handsome-- ... I have a dimple?" It seemed that Nan was far too overwhelming. He couldn't quite manage to finish his sentences. He really couldn't. S'van, will she pinch my cheeks? the dragonet inquired worriedly, not keen on the idea of affection being expressed in that manner.

Ruggedly handsome, hmm? "Maybe I would prefer that. Knowing you, Nan, you wouldn't call me it anyway." No, Nan seemed far more likely to stick with words like 'adorable' and 'sweet'. Heh. Sweet and adorable? Who was she trying to fool? He wasn't remotely sweet, and adorable was definitely not a word that he cared to be associated with. "Honestly, what does a man have to do around here to get any respect?" he grouched half-heartedly, somewhat distracted from his playfulness by the sick guilt that permeated his interactions right now.