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 Days of Future Past, WI:17 {Ruri/Ivy}
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 Posted: Nov 6 2017, 10:53 PM
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It was a funny thing, how being near death could make you think of all the things you would regret if you did. How being delirious made you really take a long hard look at what went on inside your head. He had reached what they had called 'stage three' of the illness. Those who hit that stage had fifty-fifty chance of recovering. Some had not. Some were no longer with them. Some of them only Weyrlings, or children. The Southern plague had slimmed down their numbers, and Dhiren knew he was lucky not to be among those numbers.

Apparently, he'd spent part of his delirium calling out for Norla. They'd told him that, when he'd finally been clear enough to comprehend it. He had kept a straight face when they'd brought it up, and then shrugged and feigned amusement and surprise. Brushed it off as the fact that she was really the only person here he knew since she was always checking in on the candidates to make sure they were doing all right. Admitted that she was one of the people here he found most trustworthy. They hadn't suspected anything. They'd just been curious, from what he could tell--and teased a little. Like a boy calling out for his mother, and he had jokingly said that she was indeed like a maternal figure to all the wher candidates. That had only secured their belief that he was being honest in his words.

He had wandered down to the hatching sands. It was cold out, and the sands were empty, and warm. He had only just gotten permission to go out and about again. Still, he found that after being so ill, he was taking a bit to build up his fortitude again. It was only a couple days ago he'd been so sick. Today his head was clear and he felt fine for the most part--just chillier than the norm. He was usually quite hot blooded. Even in the cold winters, he was never cold. Being sick had really made him feel weakened. A minor annoyance that he knew would pass in a few days.

He sat down in the stands on the lowest level, looking down over the sands. He'd only been here for two hatchings. Both hadn't been very large. Wher hatchings were often smaller than dragon hatchings. He hadn't expected to bond right away. Yet he'd be lying if he said he wasn't hoping, last hatching, that he might. He was so easy going and content to let things happen as they would so long as he found amusement in whatever was going on around him. He hadn't cared when his bonding might happen. He felt it would, and that it would open a lot of doors for him. Yet being a candidate had closed a window that he hadn't anticipated. That window was closed firmly. Maybe even locked shut. Now that he knew for a certainty he was interested in having at least a good look through the window to see what door it might open and where it might lead--if anywhere--he was barred from it simply based on a choice he'd made so that he might actually live some kind of a life with meaning.

Two of four whers had gone into the stands. It really hadn't bothered him for that reason alone. He wasn't an envious person in regards to things like that. What had gotten to him was that here he was, a candidate with all these rules and in the situation he was in thanks to those rules, and there those people were, just bonding half the clutch. Like it didn't matter if he was up in the stands or down on the sands at all. It had made him think long and hard about his predicament. If he chose something else, like pursuing a craft, he could attend all the hatchings and, if one was meant for him, could he not just as easily bond from the stands like those others had done? Yet if he did choose to do something else, perhaps it would lessen his chances because some wher might know his conviction was not truly solid. If he quit now, because of wanting to simply explore whatever feelings were confusing and conflicting him...would that make a difference? If anything, it might not look fantastic on him. If he wanted to go back to being a candidate, would there be complications? It would certainly complicate things for Norla, he was sure. Yet every time he was with her, he felt on the edge of complicating things for the both of them. The only reason he did not thus far was out of concern for where it put the young woman. She didn't deserve to face any consequences because of something he did. She'd worked too sharding hard for that.

He'd never much cared for rules, though he was perfectly capable of understanding what they were for or why they had their place. Up until now they'd hardly been of consequence. He had time, after all. Loads of it. So why this had to be an issue now of all times...it was frustrating, and he wasn't sure if it was a one sided frustration or not. That only compounded the problem. He wasn't a beat around the bush sort of man. He wanted someone or something, he was out about it. He could take rejection well enough--though little did he know that this particular one would sit with him in a way that he would be surprised to find. It was the not knowing. The uncertainty of what the right decision was. The fact that it might be one sided and selfish. He would have loved to just ask her what she would do in his shoes. Perhaps...perhaps he could. She was smart enough that she might catch on, but so long as he didn't come outright and say it...couldn't they both play that game?

Little did he know that while he was at the pinnacle of these thoughts, the bronzehandler was seeking out both wherlings and candidates in the wher program. It would prove either fortunate or unfortunate, if he could get at least a few questions answered and sorted out. Or, if he didn't, perhaps it would be all the worse...
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Luck had been on her side in the south as nothing terrible had happened to her the handful of times she went out. At one point she and her partner had been attacked but he took the brunt of it and she had fought with their whers in order to free him. Others had fallen ill with some sort of mysterious illness no one on Pern had seen before but while she fell ill as well she recovered relatively quickly. There were a few days she could hardly recall, delirium and sleep stole those candlemarks away from her memories and Norsk was not being helpful in that regard. One of the healers said she’d been looking for someone but no one could understand the name, or names, she was using as she tried to wander about. Once her fever had broken she only had to deal with the terrible cough; and the notion that she might be drowning anytime she laid down on her back or side. It took a handful of days to fully clear from her system but again, luck was on her side. Others had not fared as well as she had - others had perished to the disease.

Returning to Dalibor as soon as the healers released her she had a number of matters to tend to. Though she’d been eager to return and check on her family as well as her charges she’d waited until they could assure her that she would not be able to spread what she’d had with others. The healers wagered that she would likely be unable to contract the illness again, having had it once already, but they had no solid proof other than the fact she had gotten better and not fallen ill again immediately. It was not her place to doubt the people who had saved her life and so she took their word at face value, fairly confident she would cause no issues by returning. A nagging thought entered her mind more than once as she’d walked through the weyrbowl to check on her sisters in the quarters set aside for visitors and workers; what had caused the illness in the first place? Without knowing how could they hope to prevent it from reoccurring with those who had not fallen ill this time? It worried her - Larka and Kala had not fallen ill with the others and so they would be at high risk if it ever swept across the Weyr again. She’d lost them once before when she left the isle but she’d found them… losing them again was not an option.

After checking on her sister’s she had returned to her wherhole in order to take care of a few personal items. First she'd seen to a bath and change of clothes, the muggy heat of the south coupled with being cooped up in Grove's infirmary for days had left her rather... unpleasant. A quick nap was seen to as reports filed onto her desk with names of the deceased, the ill, and updates on the later. Waking she had gone over them with a critical eye seeking out the names of those within the wher program - handlers and candidates alike. It would be a lie to say her heart had not jumped when she first came across one name in particular; she’d thumbed over to the deceased list to ensure his name was not on it before she could breathe easy once more. The feeling had caught her off guard as it was entirely new to her, she’d only felt such a thing when she considered that her sisters might be ill or worse… why would this man whom she hardly knew invoke a similar reaction? Likely for the same reason she felt the tips of her ears heat and flush when he was close to her. Whatever it was she’d yet to put a name to it - attraction was evident and one could hardly blame her as he wasn’t a terrible looking young man - but there were plenty of attractive men in the Weyr. Plenty of them were eligible handlers or even riders, so why was this candidate so terribly different to her? Puzzled as she was she set out to check on those within the program - him included.

Gaius and Renly acted as her eyes throughout the Weyr as she searched down name after name on her list. Those still in the infirmary would be met later, she might be safe from re-infection but others were not and she couldn’t risk spreading things to those who were still healthy. Popping in and out of between the firelizards helped her with hunting down various candidates and handlers until finally the blue found Dhiren in the hatching cavern. Curious Norla tugged her coat tighter around her before setting off across the bleak white landscape of the frozen weyrbowl for the cavern. Norsk was no where to be seen, it was still a bit too early for the bronze and he’d spent so many days and nights worrying over her and the others when they were in the south… she could handle this without him and so she left him to sleep.

Entering the cavern a blast of hot air reminiscent of the southern continent she’d left not more than a day before hit her and she peeled her coat off to tuck it over one arm. The sands were empty, there was no clutch nestled upon them incubating in the heat. Scanning the upper stands with her eyes she did not find him there but instead right near the sands themselves. Laying her coat over the wall separating the sands from the stands she approached him, stopping short with her hip out and one hand resting upon it. ”Are you here because you’re delusional and see a clutch on the sands or for some other reason? Just need to know if I need to send for the healers or not.”

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There were often firelizards in and about the sands. It was warm here, and they liked that warmth. Summer was no more, and winter's chill had truly set in. What was one more firelizard when the ledges above were lined with them at any given time of day? Even his own burgundy, Shell, was sprawled out on a ledge, enjoying the warmth. Half asleep, though the 'lizard might have recognized the appearance of Norla's blue, he did not bother to alert His. It was not, in the burgundy's mind, important enough. His liked the woman with the big bronze wher. Why should he bother alerting him? So he did not, and when Norla entered the sands, Ren was a little surprised to see her.

Even the way she carried herself was enough to cause a stirring of heat in his abdomen that had nothing to do with the heat of the sands. Resting a hand on a hip and standing the way she was--he didn't think she did it on purpose, but shells, she did it nonetheless--she managed to accentuate her curves and have an almost 'bratty' appearance to her. Probably that wasn't what most people would have seen. The Alphahandler coming to see them meant she had something to say. Some might even be concerned. Or they would be feeling like formality was the necessary response.

"I very well might be delusional if you're suddenly appearing here," he replied easily, regarding her with a look that didn't hide the fact that he was teasing her, head slightly tilted so that his longer hair in front fell slightly into one blue-grey eye, a slight smirk resting on his lips. "Unless you were looking for me, how else did you know I was here?" Leaving things open to interpretation was fairly safe, thus far. She could take it how she wanted, that way. She could feign she did not understand--or perhaps if she truly didn't, then that was just as well. Conflicting, conflicting, conflicting. That's all his emotions were. As though he wanted her to understand, but at the same time did not. Would it 'ruin' things if she did? Would he lose her to someone else if he did not? If she wasn't at all interested, would he lose her anyhow? In his mind, he knew that you couldn't lose what you had never had. Thus far, she hadn't given him any solid indication that she was interested. Yet was that because she was not, or because she could not? His instincts were screaming tension, were telling him that those subtle--and sometimes not so subtle--reactions? She at least responded to his light teasing. Yet was it because it was him, or because that was how many women tended to react when a person of either of the genders they might favor behaved in such a manner? Was she embarrassed, perhaps? He hoped not. He really, really hoped not.

In all seriousness, he suspected she was checking up on those in her charge. Candidates and wherlings, in the wher program. Himself included. It would have been nice to think she was seeking him out for any other reason--even if it was just the pleasure of his company, but he didn't suspect that this was necessarily the case. Still, was it too far fetched to think it could be? So, keeping it once more fairly neutral, he asked, "Did you miss me already, or are you here to check up on one of your candidates?" Again, such easy teasing that it could very well have been completely platonic. As Alphahandler, she was not technically the person who needed to check up on him--that fell to Candidatemaster Zanii. Yet she went above and beyond for those in the wher program. He knew it, and so did just about everyone who knew anything of the woman at all. He was curious what she'd say. How she'd react. He didn't take his eyes off of her, wanting to read her body language as much as her words. If she would not speak an answer, maybe he could read between the lines. Still, his thoughts of moments before were lingering. He could hypothetically propose a question. How she decided to interpret it would not only tell him something of her thoughts, but perhaps give him answers--outright or otherwise.
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Seeing him sitting there she could tell he was deep in thought, though even in a million turns she never would have suspected his thoughts were about her. Arching a brow she regarded him curiously. There were plenty of others she could have, should have, sought out first. At least one pride was now without a prideleader and she needed to address that by interviewing the handlers interested stepping up to fill the hole left behind in their ranks. Most of the prides still required a second pridesecond on top of the missing prideleader and she had plenty of others to meet with. In retrospect she considered the fact that Nevitheran should have been her first stop, she’d not been very good at delegating any amount of responsibilities to the Betahandler and worried that he might think she thought him incapable. That was hardly the case, she just felt the need to take care of everything - even if it meant running herself ragged. In spite of the fact she should be somewhere else, with someone else, she was here looking over the wher hopeful and she couldn’t place why she’d been compelled to seek him out first. Was it simply because she was worried about the future of the wher program with so many having fallen ill; or was it something more? The later was true but she couldn’t admit as much, not even to herself. Nothing about this made any sense and now wasn’t the time to puzzle through it.

Dhiren was good at hiding his emotions and intentions, she’d already noted this from their previous meetings. While she understood the teasing she didn’t catch on to the true intent behind it, ”You’re hardly hiding and Renly remembers your face from when he hatched. Did I interrupt something?” Eyes left him in order to trickle over the sands before returning to where he sat, ”I’m under the assumption you’re not wandering the Weyr without having been cleared by the healers. How long were you sick? How are you feeling now?”

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Her response, as he'd expected, did not give hint to her knowing he was teasing her with any intent at all. He might have been grasping at straws, but he had suspected that while she might know he was teasing her, she didn't connect the dots as to the real reason behind it. It was only fair. Plenty of men were flirtatious. It was even, one might say, in the nature of many men to be. Even he could be said to be flirtatious, but it was not usually in so direct a manner as he was here. It was just how completely at ease and not phased by others he seemed. He would probably be well known for his biting sarcasm. He was civil with others, but not overly friendly. He didn't trust easily, and while he was easy going and laid back seeming, being threatened could see him suddenly appearing like someone one didn't want to cross. He seemed 'harmless enough', and he didn't go out of his way to do or cause harm. If anything, he'd be someone to take care of a problem for someone, not out of sense of loyalty, but out of something else he couldn't quite place, entirely. He just got things done, and always had. He figured if he could do something, and do it better, in his mind, than someone else, he ought to do so. He'd never resort to hurting someone unless there was no other option, and yet to say he could handle himself would be understated. He didn't make a point of letting anyone know this. No one here had seen him seriously fight anyone else. He downplayed his abilities in this area. It was part of why, however, he had decided the wher program was a good bet for him. He could handle it, and himself.

"Now what makes you think that?" The response was coupled with a slightly raised brow, and slight smirk. What, indeed? Had he looked so lost in his own thoughts, then? Probably. After all, sitting here the way he was, he certainly wasn't doing anything else of consequence. Nor was there anyone here but him--unless one counted Shell. Then it was all business, and he could have sighed, had he wanted to be obvious about the fact he was nonplussed by the fact. Did he want to make assumptions that this was her seeking after his personal well being specifically, rather than just as another of the wher candidates? He was never one for assumptions, and so opted to take it at merely 'he didn't know'. Yet again. "You think I'd be here otherwise?" That question would have, for anyone else, held some bite. Some of his usual sarcasm. For her, it was merely an honest, level response. Before she could reply to that, he went on, "A few days, near as I recall. Not that that's saying much. I barely recall anything. Delirium--I hear it will do that." A grin, then, easy and with the usual lightly teasing tone he took with her. "Apparently they tell me I was calling out for a woman..." He shrugged slightly, having been looking out over the sands when he'd spoken those words, but glancing over at her before they were done. A woman hardly told her much, now did it? She probably would not even suspect it was her name he'd been calling out. He'd covered it nicely, again, and the reason he looked at her was, perhaps, hoping for some small hint of...what, exactly? Jealousy? Surprise? Something that wasn't simply all business, platonic, Alphahandler to candidate reaction? Again, he was quick to speak before she got too much out. "Sit with me a moment?" He jerked his head lightly to the empty stands beside him. The look he gave her then might have held a hint of imploring, but little else. He wasn't going to get anywhere if he didn't propose his scenario in a way that she guessed at who he was referring to. It could ruin everything, he knew. Yet they were both adults. It might not. That hopeful thought--it wasn't much like him. He didn't trust people, and he hardly cared what they thought of him. He was his own person, he had his own morality and he gained respect by merit of his actions. Those that chose to dislike him or disrespect him--not his problem. Not now, anyways. Depending on what happened in the next few turns, maybe it would be. Idle thoughts, more unknown. How had his life become so many unanswerable questions?
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”Mmm, I’m not blind for one.” She had interrupted something, though she could not even begin to fathom just what it is she had walked in on. If her presence was not desired she would go after a few questions, she needed to ensure no lasting marks had been left on the man for his time being ill that would affect him come time for the next hatching. Listening she arched a brow when he spoke of his delirium when ill something she knew all too well, ”They tell me I was searching for something... or someone.” Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt just the faintest curiosity, who had he been calling for? He’d not used a name so it was fair enough to assume he didn’t know but she wanted to know. It bothered her on some level that she found herself wanting to know but rather than show it she shook her head, ”I hope this isn’t your way of telling me you’ve been breaking rules with a woman and now I’ll have to strip you of your knots.” Even as she spoke she knew it wasn’t that - the older candidate seemed level headed in all the times she’d seen him in her tenure as Alpha. A wee bit flirty but that was something she’d learned to expect from many men, and women, in the Weyr; even candidates. Something about the unattainable or even the forbidden seemed to press others into acting as if they were interested even if nothing would, or could, ever come from it.

Moving to sit near him but not directly next to him she regarded him with a thinly veiled concerned look. Though she had no way of knowing why he was sitting here she had a fair guess, it was one of the reasons she had decided to check up on the candidates herself. Those who had fallen ill were now facing something completely new; life after nearly dying. Even those who had not been so ill they might have actually died had been there to see others carried out by dragons in white sheets. They’d been there to listen as people around them cried and dragons keened. Death had a way of changing things for people. It affected her as well, though she was careful not to let it show; duty came before her personal feelings and she would have time enough when she retired for the day to come to terms with her own feelings. ”I thought you might need to talk.” Quickly realizing how that had sounded she added, ”It’s hard for many of the candidates I suspect, that’s why I’m doing the rounds to check on all of you.”

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"No, you're certainly not that," he replied lightly, with a curious half-smile and complicated expression on his face. "Sometimes I think you see more than anyone I've ever met...other times I'm not so sure." The first statement was quite seriously said, while the second half, there was that light teasing that she would have come to expect from him by now. This time, however, that tease held more truth to it than his usual. She couldn't know that, of course. He wasn't at all sure she even realized that he'd taken an interest in her. She hadn't given any indication if she had--only she could not, now could she? So it was just as likely she knew as that she had not a clue. Perhaps she might suspect, or speculate? Well, there was no way to know for certain--outside of coming right out with it and asking her. The last thing he wanted to do was to catch her off guard in a negative way. He'd been mulling over if he should, and if he did how he would, bring this up for some time.

When she said that she'd been searching for 'someone', he couldn't help but wonder who it was. While his first thought was that it might be her remaining siblings--they had only found half of them, after all--a part of him felt that uncomfortable and yet increasingly familiar stab of envy when she'd said that. Was it just as likely that 'someone' was a suitor or lover...? If it was, she wasn't giving any indication of it. She clearly didn't know--unlike himself. He had been told precisely whom it was he'd called out for. He knew that they'd not told her. There was no reason to, given his easy and seemingly honest response to their inquiry. He hadn't even hesitated with it. There was no reason to doubt him whatsoever. Her next words actually managed to catch him a little by surprise.

He raised an eyebrow. His expression clearly asked 'really? Is that what you really think I'm going to tell you? I don't think so.' Still, there was that curious half-smile again, and he sighed and gave his left ear a slight tug and faint scratch, looking away a moment out over the sands, before looking back at her once more. "You don't believe that." It was a statement. It clearly meant 'you know me better than that'. He didn't do such things lightly. If he did, he'd have already crossed a line with her. Yet, if she didn't actually know of his interest in her, perhaps she didn't know other things about him. Still, he wanted to believe she didn't think him foolish enough to go and throw away his candidacy or suffer a set back simply to bed some woman. He had stressed the importance, to himself, of Standing. Mind, after his near-death experience...well, he was wondering about it all a bit. Not that he'd lost his conviction to want to bond in the least. No, it was not that. It was that he could die tomorrow. He could die, and he'd never know. That didn't sit well with the man one bit.

She sat down, and he didn't look at her a moment again. When he did, the expression on her face was concerned. Yet it could have been the concern of an Alphahandler for a candidate in the wher program. The concern of an empathetic person. The concern of a friend--he did at least hope she considered him that. It bothered him, some, that he cared what another individual thought of him. He was so used to simply not. It mattered to him how he saw himself. If he could like what he saw in the mirror--and not just physically--then that had always been all right with him. Now, here he was, unable to sort out precisely what was going on with him. It was disconcerting. It was frustrating. He didn't quite understand it. He merely knew she fascinated him. Interested him. That parts of his anatomy that weren't only located below the waist were stirred in her presence.

Again, a statement that could be dual meaning. Him specifically? Yet she was so quick to 'clarify'. He wondered if that clarification was solely for his benefit because she realized how it sounded and meant it like it sounded...or perhaps she realized how it sounded and did not want him to think she cared about him more than she cared about any other candidate. It could be both, even. So he simply nodded, and replied evenly, "You're not wrong." He did need to talk. So why, when he had no problem speaking his mind to anyone, regardless of their station in life or rank, or anything else; why was it so difficult to just have out with it? Hypothetical. That was what he'd decided, wasn't it? And so, casually, he spoke.

"Nearly dying makes a person think. I'm sure you figured it out--that a whole lot of people in the Weyr are going to be changed for having this near death experience." A brief pause, which might have been read as the hesitation it was, or a pause for thought. "At the last hatching, half that clutch went to the Stands." He leaned back, sighing, but kept his eyes on her. "The last dragon hatching, two of ten went to these Stands. An Iron to the Stands the first wher hatching I attended here. A blue, black and a viridian--a sub-king and a king so far from both species--to the stands." He figured she might suspect he was going somewhere with this that wasn't necessarily accurate, so he made sure to keep talking and not allow room for misinterpretation of his point. "It hardly seems to matter to the whers and dragons of Dalibor where you are: sands or stands. I've seen people left standing a few times now in favor of the people sitting up here." Again, a brief pause, but not long enough to allow her mind to hopefully formulate some idea of where he was going with this. "There are an awful lot of rules in place for people like me, who choose the sands. The ones in the stands who bond or Impress have none of these, and it seems to make little difference in whether they're chosen or not. These candidates go turns sometimes without being allowed to have adult relationships of any kind whatsoever. What happens--hypothetically, of course," and here was a smirk, and a brief pause again, "if there's a real interest in another person. Say this person is a candidate, as well. Or even more frustrating...say they aren't. If you thought you were seriously interested in someone, and you were a candidate, would you say nothing? Do nothing? What if it was turns before you might even bond or Impress?"

Finally he paused long enough to allow her to think on what he was saying. When he did speak again, the silence had gone on a few moments. "What difference does it make if someone is a candidate or up there in the stands, if they're chosen either way. If it's meant to be, it seems to happen regardless." Blue-grey eyes were intent on her face, as he tried to read expressions and nuances there. Did she suspect, yet? Did she think it was someone else if she did, and not even consider it might be her? Well, if she didn't catch on, it wouldn't do. "Hypothetical, again: if this person of interest was in a position where there'd be far more complications if anything were to happen with a candidate--it would be selfish of that candidate to pursue her. Yet it would be real shells having to never know what might have come of it if he had. Especially when interest of any kind in another person in that regard were rare enough an occurrence...what if he just decided to strip his own knots, and be in the stands, to see where something might go--would it be such a bad idea?" He sat up again, studying her features. He suddenly wondered if she'd ever been kissed. Not, perhaps, the best thought to have. But it came unbidden, anyhow. Still, he wanted her answer. To hear her thoughts on it. Maybe then...and only then...would he know which action to take next.

Was it possible even after this was all said she'd have no idea? She was far too intelligent for that, he thought--yet she might also undermine her own worth. That he was interested in her might have been something outside her ego to comprehend. She hardly seemed the egotistical type. Had Norsk chased, yet? That thought crossed his mind then, too. He knew literally not a thing about her past experiences and relationships. That, too, chaffed. He wanted to get to know things about her. He still could--as friends, if she wanted that much, even. Yet it was still not quite the same. If it really were turns before he ever Impressed anything, then he hardly expected her, even if there was some slight interest on her part, to just wait around and see. It wasn't necessarily fair. She likely, he felt, had other options. In her position, and being a not-hard-on-the-eyes blond with vivid blue eyes, she likely had a few. He had to keep a slight displeased expression crossing his face at that thought.
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There was some expectation about what he might wish to discuss but nothing truly prepared her for the words that came out of his mouth. Throughout it all she stayed rather quiet, her face in a trained neutral expression as she didn’t want to sway him one way or another with her personal opinion. The whims of dragons and whers were known to be… unpredictable. So unpredictable she had painstakingly interviewed what felt like half the Weyr a turn or so ago in order to ensure if the queen egg hatched and chose from the stands that whoever she chose would be suited for being a proper handler. Already they were being faced with the complications that arose when a portion of the clutch chose from crafters or ‘folk rather than candidates. They tended to be uneducated in regards to what their new responsibilities would be - some had even been somewhat aggressive in trying to deny the bond. It was hard but the ‘masters managed it with grace and patience. Still she could understand his stance; it hardly seemed fair to lose so many to the stands when those on the sands were giving up so much in order for the opportunity to impress.


Staying neutral was a good tactic, until the end when he actually wanted her opinion and she found herself unsure of what she should say. His smirk had caught her eye and made her feel… different, somehow. Everything was so complicated - she’d barely had time to process how she felt about everything that she’d seen and experienced in the last few sevendays and now here he was asking for her input. He could have asked the candidatemaster or other candidates, surely he had made some friends in his time in the program? Yet he hadn’t asked them - he was asking her and she wasn’t sure how to take it. Clearly he was asking her for a reason, but the thought it was because it was about her was fleeting; she was important to the Weyr but to people on a level that had nothing to do with her duty to Dalibor? Norla could hardly imagine being personally important, she wasn’t even currently all that important to her sisters - she had a long way to go in order to regain their trust and rebuild their relationship.

Taking a deep breath she was quiet for some time before she finally spoke, trying to exercise the tact she’d been accused of missing from time to time. The isles didn’t require tact, they required quick thinking but never about things like this. Feelings didn’t play into things when one was trying to survive; she didn’t even realize exactly how she felt about the man even if she was far more comfortable in his presence than she was with others. ”It is complicated... “ Great start, it wasn’t as if he didn’t already know that. He’d come to her for a reason. ”I didn’t face this problem when it was my time to impress. I didn’t have to wait turns to be found by Norsk, though I would have if needed. I didn’t have to sacrifice anything because I had nothing to sacrifice. I’d left my family and home, I was being clothed and fed and was in a safe place. None of this even occurred to me when I was a candidate.” Was that helpful? No, she was stalling and it was likely evident in the way she was avoiding meeting his gaze. Her thoughts wandered, briefly, to wonder who it was he was wanting to cast his knots aside for. A handler? She wondered which of the handlers had been spending any amount of time with the candidates outside of herself or Zanii. Zanii. Surely he wasn’t hoping to impress the candidatemaster by giving up his responsibility to pursue her? It made sense, in the moments she spent considering it, that he might find her interesting. The blackhandler was personable, one of the reasons she had been chosen for her position. Yet she couldn’t see the woman doing anything to encourage his interest on a deeper level. ”No one can answer your question but you… is it worth the potential risk?” Was it really all that much of a risk though - given that so many of the whers and dragons seemed to wander into the stands? If he was meant to impress wouldn’t he impress even if he didn’t don a white robe? Her voice was soft when she next spoke, admitting something not many would be privy to as it would only serve to encourage candidates to do as they pleased as weyrfolk instead of being a part of the program, ”Bosk went to a rider’s weyr to find His.”

Then there was a heavy sigh, she’d expected doubts but nothing like this. ”It isn’t just about being found though. Say you, or whoever it is since we are only speaking hypothetically,” now it was her turn to smirk slightly, ”were to make a connection with someone. To toss one’s knots aside and enter into a relationship… then to Impress. It would complicate things.” Not that it wasn’t complicated for the weyrfolk and crafters who Impressed despite their relationships. ”Is it better to wonder or to know and then have to give it up for turns?” Finally she met his gaze, bright blue eyes meeting his blue-gray ones as she considered the weight of it all - he must feel it far more than she did. ”If one were determined to pursue anything they would have to set aside their knots, I won’t have those in the program who choose to ignore the rules.” A pointed warning to him that if he were planning on trying to woo Zanii - who else could it be he was interested in? - he would have to make the choice to no longer be a candidate. She would not tell him to drop from the program, but she would not tell him to stay if he was having doubts. Every person had to make their own choices in life, much as she had when she left the isle.

”Sometimes…” Shrugging lightly she canted her head to the left, ”I think it is better to risk something than not. It may pay off or it may not, but at least you tried. How that pertains to your question you can take as you wish. I cannot make a choice for you if you feel conflicted. It isn’t that easy, yet hard choices rarely are.” A half smile, which she hoped was reassuring, met him as she sat there silently regarding him as if looking him over might offer some answer as to who had caught his eye; a heaviness weighing in her chest that she didn’t understand enough to recognize as being disappointed and a smidge jealous of whoever the mystery woman was.

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Ah, but why did her face have to be such a solemn, unreadable mask of neutrality? He'd been hoping for something. Some smidgen of emotion that might let him know she knew precisely whom it was he was speaking of. If she did, she wasn't giving him anything to work with, one way or another. For him, it was never about the 'unfairness' of the whers having chosen from the stands. Well, not that it hadn't occurred to him that, if he'd bonded, he would be far, far closer to being able to sort out what was going on. Once he was graduated, there would be no beating around the bush this way. He had no idea when that would happen, though. One turn? Two? Three? Many? By that time, Norla could be Weyrmated and out of his reach altogether. She'd never know. He'd never know. If he told her, here and now, wouldn't it be rather selfish? He wanted not to care about that, he really did. Some part of him might have been able to live with that selfishness. After all, telling her did what, precisely? It didn't rob her of her own free will or choices. There was, he mused, that option. He could tell her, and if she chose to wait for him...but wasn't that, too, an uncertainty?

He didn't know this feeling, because he'd never had it. He understood lust, and sex, well enough. He'd experienced both. Yet his interest in Norla was different, somehow, and he had no words to put to it. It was something he wished to explore. That much he knew. He felt stirrings of jealousy when he thought of the fact she could be with another man--or woman. Yet even this was foreign, really. What if it was explored, and it turned out to be nothing, or things did not go well? He might lose a woman he had come to begin to trust--against his usual nature. Someone he considered worthy of being called friend someday, and whom he had respect for. Still, he was fairly stubborn and when he wanted something, he didn't hesitate to go for it. This was an entirely frustrating situation for him.

Even after he was done speaking, she was silent. That was fine, he wasn't impatient when it came to this sort of thing. He realized that, even if she had no inkling who the subject of his queries was, she would need time to think about her reply. That she was was appreciated. Still, did she really, really have no suspicion that it was herself? None? When she did speak, she was as formal and yet personable as ever with him. She was answering honestly, and yet some part of him was wishing she looked displeased about it. Then he might know she thought he was referring to someone else--and wasn't entirely happy about it. That would have been something to go on. Her words didn't really give him an answer to any of what he'd just asked. Was she avoiding the question? He was very, very good at reading people, and what he surmised was that she wasn't answering, but almost seemed to be...stalling. Perhaps he assumed too much, but she had to know that hadn't been what he'd asked. Then, there was a curious--to him--silence where she seemed to be thinking again. She wasn't looking at him. Why? No answers, no answers...he almost chuckled at that. She was a tricky one, she was.

He sighed at her next question. Was it worth the potential risk? She might as well have asked him if she was worth the potential risk. He gave her one of those slow, lazy smiles that, he might not have known--or might--often made certain women's hearts skip a beat or two. He gave her a sideways look, and replied honestly, "I'd say she's worth the potential risk." There was always a relaxed sort of humor with her that was not the usual biting sarcasm he reserved for most others. He could be sarcastic with her, but it was far more playful than biting. She couldn't have known that, likely. With still the slightest upturn at the corners of his mouth, he said, more seriously, "I'm not sure she would agree it's a good idea. There's more at stake than just my candidacy. I'd hate for her to be in any kind of trouble on my account." She was speaking again, and this time, what she said resonated on a more serious, deeper level.

He had thought of that. Was that fair, to her? It might make it harder on the both of them, if it turned out she was amicable to his interest. It was that damnable playful humor, mixed with having a poor filter with her, that led him to say what he did next. "You don't think I'm worth waiting a couple of turns for?" He wore a rather mischievous smirk, but his tone was rather more serious than to be brushed off as his usual flippant humor. He held her gaze with his own, and though his eyes might have held a hint of a smile, there was a real question in them that, if she suspected him of speaking of her at all, she could not have missed. Oh, she might very well think he just wanted her honest opinion. Yet he wanted it for a very specific reason. He looked relaxed, despite the seriousness of the conversation. At her rather pointed 'warning', he huffed lightly out his nose in amusement. "I'm quite aware of that. You don't have to worry I'll sneak around like a weyrbrat hiding from the Creche Head." He forgot in that moment, just for a brief second, who she was, and who he was, and raised a finger to touch her lightly on the nose as he said this, before sighing heavily. Conundrum, conundrum. No more of an answer than he'd had moments before. His face grew more serious, then, for what she'd said next really weighed on him.

There was a moment of silence as he regarded her just as silently, his face brooding as he held her blue eyes with his blue-grey ones, a question in them. Only when he did ask a question, it was clearly directed at the person sitting in front of him, and not so hypothetical. She could still assume it was not about her, yet if she didn't at least wonder...well, he'd have to wonder how she did not.

"How long would you wait?" A pause, and then, "it may be turns before I bond a wher. I'd like to think sooner than later, and yet..." he shrugged. It was obvious that he meant that there was really no telling. No one could predict that. Would she wait? Could she even say she would, if someone else more available came into her life? Well, it was either see what her answer was to this, or he'd be making a hard choice, perhaps after next hatching. He tried to think of when that would be...probably next turn, sometime. If he didn't bond...he might have to have another talk with her, if she weren't snatched up by someone else by then. That thought caused a most uncomfortable sensation of displeasure.
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His almost playful smirk, his easy going way, the way he was watching her as if studying her… suddenly it all made sense. There had been the briefest of inkling in the back of her mind when the conversation started but it had been dismissed quickly. Her? Of all people in the Weyr he was talking about her? Then he gave a soft but playful touch to the tip of her nose and she shrunk back from him ever so slightly. Warmth flooded her cheeks and she tore her eyes away from him to look over the vast Sands, considering everything he’d said and asked of her.

”"How long would you wait?"

Confusion fell upon her anew and she turned to look at him once more. Eyes met his, but there were no answers in those blue gray depths only more questions. Questions she couldn’t answer. Not only because she was the Alphahandler and he a Candidate but because she didn’t know the answer. They had spoken a number of times but how well did they really know one another? How could she sit there and bid herself to wait potentially turns for a man she didn’t fully know? A man she couldn’t know any better than she did now, because of their positions within the Weyr.

”D-Dhiren.” Her voice nearly failed her as she spoke his name. The woman who could speak to any number of handlers, the woman who led a pride, the woman who had damn near interrogated the entire at one point suddenly lacked confidence. Thread was one thing, the plague another, both were less frightening than the situation she was faced with in this moment. She needed to tread carefully, she needed to dissuade him and let him down easy, ”That… You can’t… Why…”

Shards, she needed time to gather her thoughts. It would have been so much easier had he been speaking of another handler, if it had remained hypothetical. The normal mask of neutrality was shattered, confusion and something else painted across her face. While impossible to pinpoint it almost looked as though she was relieved, maybe even a tinge happy that he had not been talking about Zanii or any other woman. She would never admit to it, not in a million turns because that might imply she might waiver when it came to the rules. Norla would never do that. Not for him, not for anyone.

Taking a deep breath she shook her head, standing and taking a few steps away from him. Distance was needed - if she stayed close and kept looking into his eyes she might say the wrong thing. She might encourage him when she ought not to. ”You are a Candidate and I a handler. Not just any handler but the Alphahandler. You ask a question I cannot answer as I do not make a habit of considering Candidates as potential partners.” In truth she hadn’t considered him, or anyone else for that matter, in that regard. How could she consider such things when despite her turns at Dalibor she could still remember the beating she’d received as a young girl for liking a boy? There was runlust and she understood that - it was a primal need fueled by her wher and not her own desires. Not by the heart but by the heat in her blood. It was not a relationship but a moment in time that allowed her physical needs to be met and then it was done. The idea that there could be more, an emotional connection and a tenderness… that was completely alien to her. Suddenly she found her mind wandering, wondering what it would be like. Wondering how one even took such a step. Wondering what it was that made him ask such things, think such things, had she been encouraging him in that manner? All Norla had tried to do was be available and friendly. Vrell had been friendly and available, hadn’t she? Idly she wondered if she’d ever been in such a predicament. Certainly another Alpha had in the past - she had been demoted for letting thoughts and curiosity turn into action. This was where she had to put her foot down, she couldn’t risk ending up like her predecessor, ”If you are questioning your place in the Weyr or in the wher program because of me then I am afraid I have failed you in some manner. I…” Her conviction was wavering and she took another step back as she began to pace slightly, ”I can offer you no answers. I am sorry Dhiren. It is best to put this whole thing from your mind.” Eye contact was avoided, in fact she avoided looking at him at all now for fear he would see the questions running through her mind. This was not what she had expected and she didn’t know what to do.

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