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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 12, 2007 19:53:53 GMT -5
Phwyn didn't want to get into too much detail. The girls were for the most part the same, a little older but that even didn't seem to change them much. "She's worse than her normal self...she's grown more like a woman than a girl. I swear she knows it too." HE didn't say much more. After all P'len would see for himself.
Before they had gotten to the exact spot, he felt a slender arm slide into his and take his hand. His more recent girlfriend. Vienne was not as dark as Phwyn but she was not pale either. Her eyes, a dark, nearly purple blue searched his face a moment. She had wanted him to reconcile with his brother for a while now. Since he had no doubt she wanted to meet him.
Phwyn didn't much like introducing his girls to his brother because they often liked his gray eyed counterpart better than they liked him. Today, he didn't need to fear that. Or so he hoped. "P'len, this is Vienne." She smiled but didn't say much to him. Vienne though beautiful was rather shy in front of people she didn't know. It was apparent she was nervous when she tugged on her loose black curls.
"Hey guys!" The crew was there, some of the guys even. More girls tonight though. "Look who I found..." That was his way of introducing the more articulate, P'len.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Dec 31, 2007 16:16:56 GMT -5
P'len chuckled over Phwyn's description of the girl, and paused slightly when a pretty lady snuggled up with his brother. He raised an eyebrow about what a shy, and pretty creature was doing with a man like his brother- then decided it was probably because he was off being impressed to a bronze like Nargoth.
He bowed, all courtly grace(What could he say- he liked all of his various etiquette classes), and then moved slightly to smile at the lovely woman.
"A pleasure to meet you, Vienne." He moved back in stride with his brother as they approached the group, and were nearly swarmed by a large group of mostly women.
It was nice.
Before long, two pretty young ladies were catching him up on who was with who, and two girls(a redhead, and dark-skinned woman) who he'd never seen before looked to be sizing him up. He adjusted his nice clothes without really giving the appearance of caring how they looked. Artless grace, the Holder who’d taught him a great deal about deportment had called it.
It was good to be him, and it was good to be a bronzerider. He turned his head, and shot his brother a grin, having a feeling that Phwyn could probably still read his mind.
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 1, 2008 14:09:43 GMT -5
Vienne, being a pleasant but simple sort of girl gave a slight curtsy in return but said very little. "You too. I have heard much about you." She let her smile rest on Phwyn who was looking at her. Smiling in return he took her hand. Then after the girls swarmed over his brother and started drifting into their normal chats, he saw his brother grinning at him.
Oh Faranth... he was up to no good. Thats what that meant. If he got his brother in trouble it wasn't the first time and it more than likely would not be his last. Vienne was not paying attention at the moment, as she was talking to one of the other girls.
Walking closer to P'len, Phwyn asked, "What did you have in mind? Don't want to get you in trouble with your Bronze, ya know." Phwyn prided himself on being completely wild. The fact that he didn't think ahead made him reckless. The last thing he needed was to have a dragon after him. Not when the Headwoman saw him almost as much as her assistants.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Jan 3, 2008 23:41:22 GMT -5
"Trouble?" P'len asked with a grin. "Oh absolutely not! I was actually thinking that Nargoth is nearly a full turn- and male dragons can start flying that young."
His eyes wandered away from his brother, and back to the young ladies- young ladies who'd been denied to him for nearly a turn.
"Do you think I could sneak away with one of this charming girls?" What he was saying was breaking of the of the great rules of Weyrlinghood- one does not have relations of any sort(even friendships were hardly tolerated). And he was asking his brother to cover for him should anyone come looking for him, and even more than that, asking for permission.
It was stupid, but Nargoth was sleeping, and P'len was full of energy. And for once, he didn't want to be responsible, looking out for everyone(and their brother).
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Post by hrsegrl on Jan 4, 2008 21:34:37 GMT -5
Wisdom had never been Phwyn's strong point. The youth seemed to believe his brother would know what was best for himself. "I'm not stopping you. The girls would more than likely be willing, just be careful not to get caught." Phwyn would be damned if he was not going to take this opportunity to have some time alone with his girlfriend. Not when their was going to be another clutch on the sands soon. He needed to take these moments as they came. More importantly, he wanted to do whatever he wanted while he could.
Rather than talking his brother out of a bad situation, Phwyn encouraged it. He had no thought for what would happen should P'len get caught. The more Phwyn pushed the thoughts aside the more he realized he could get into trouble too. He wasn't going to be stopped from standing because of his brother. Perhaps he better keep a lookout, just in case. Vienne would be just as happy to sit with him and talk.
That was something he would never understand about women. Their need to talk incessently. He wasn't the quiet type but he only talked when he thought it would improve a situation. Vienne was never as talkative as when they were one on one. Giving his brother a nod, he sighed. Of course he would be suckered into doing this. Curses. He despised Bronzers... thing always did work for them.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Jan 5, 2008 23:34:23 GMT -5
P'len's grin widened. "You are the best, bro. Just give me some warning if anyone comes looking for me, that's all I'm asking for."
He clapped his brother on the shoulder, and headed off to smooth talk the redhead(her name turned out to be Kisla, and P'len was sure that it would roll of his tongue quite smoothly later.
When P'len took his mind to it, he could be quite the charmer, and the regulars from his circle were probably completely unsurprised at how quickly the dark skinned boy and Kisla headed off.
Those who knew Weyrlingriders probably doubted he would go beyond kissing, and those who didn't probably thought he was back up to his own tricks.
P'len, for his part, didn't kiss and tell, but the wink he shot his brother as he moved off would have sent a lot of information. Tonight had been a good night- he'd reclaimed a brother, a family, and his best friend.
A good end to a Disastrous Dinner.
End?
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