Post by Moo on Aug 16, 2012 14:29:54 GMT -8
“Hmm? Yes?” he asked without raising his eyes, in the middle of deciphering the near-illegible, childlike script on the parchment. Can’t they see I’m reading? Of all the people to ask, it had to be me. Must be a new face; everyone else knows about the letters.
“What can I help you with?” He had only made out the first couple sentences when manners prompted him to look up, to acknowledge the speaker – and that’s when his jaw dropped.
“Elora!”
What a compromising situation this was turning out to be!
“Well...this is a nice surprise! You are the last person I ever expected to see here, though. You should have told me you were coming. I would’ve made plans or arranged something for you. Arranged to show you around the Hold, I mean.”
After folding and carefully storing the letter in the pockets in his pants, N’kio grinned apologetically and straightened up where he stood. Out of habit, he brushed non-existent dust off his chest – and only found sweat instead. He casually wiped his hands on the seat of his pants and tugged them a bit higher over his waist. It occurred to him then that this was the first time he hadn’t worn a shirt in front of her. Hmmm. This could be good.
Ahh…Sounds like you two have met after all, came Metanath’s voice in his head.
Okay, okay, you win this one.
He gave her an appreciative once-over, his eyes running up and down her body long enough without it being considered staring. “So tell me, Elora, to what do I owe this pleasure?" And it certainly was a pleasure. She was never a disappointment, that much was true.
"You can’t have gotten sick of the Weyr just yet, have you?”
“What can I help you with?” He had only made out the first couple sentences when manners prompted him to look up, to acknowledge the speaker – and that’s when his jaw dropped.
“Elora!”
What a compromising situation this was turning out to be!
“Well...this is a nice surprise! You are the last person I ever expected to see here, though. You should have told me you were coming. I would’ve made plans or arranged something for you. Arranged to show you around the Hold, I mean.”
After folding and carefully storing the letter in the pockets in his pants, N’kio grinned apologetically and straightened up where he stood. Out of habit, he brushed non-existent dust off his chest – and only found sweat instead. He casually wiped his hands on the seat of his pants and tugged them a bit higher over his waist. It occurred to him then that this was the first time he hadn’t worn a shirt in front of her. Hmmm. This could be good.
Ahh…Sounds like you two have met after all, came Metanath’s voice in his head.
Okay, okay, you win this one.
He gave her an appreciative once-over, his eyes running up and down her body long enough without it being considered staring. “So tell me, Elora, to what do I owe this pleasure?" And it certainly was a pleasure. She was never a disappointment, that much was true.
"You can’t have gotten sick of the Weyr just yet, have you?”