Weyrling Lesson 2: Empathatic Bond

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G’eph couldn’t help but wonder at the simple smoothness of her words, so different from his own deeper and harsher sailor accent. It left him pondering her origins. Was she from the Weyr or from a Hold? Pity he had not come until just before the hatching, he might have gotten to know more of his classmates better – but then again he might not have knowing his own tendencies toward solitude.

Tell her I turned the first day of snow this turn. Twenty.
Mine is twenty turns as of the first day of snow. It snowed early this turn.

A glance was spared for a moment for the weyrling master as he continued to speak before G’eph turned once again to Nisha. Despite the commotion earlier, the two of them seemed to be quiet enough – or far enough out of the way – that they were not being given a second thought.

Turning his attention back to the young woman, he thought for a moment before asking his own question – his too, was off topic.

Ask her if her hair has always been so curly.
Why do you want to know that?
Because I’m curious, just ask her.
I think it looks soft.

Barsamith, has your’s always had curly hair?

[thedreamerlady]

His is twenty. Barsamith announced, surprised at how old they were. Hers was nearly the same age, as Nisha would be turning in the next month. And while months were a lightly abstract idea for Barsamith, as were turns, she knew it was a lot longer than she, herself, had been around.

His also asks if your hair has always been so curly. Has it? Barsamith liked the way her riders hair was, with it's constant bounce and the way her rider would play with it when she was distracted.

Nisha made a face the mention of her hair. It was so curly, hard to clean, and nothing could really be done with it. And everyone liked to play with it. Which wouldn't have been bad except for the fact that only the people she didn't want playing with her hair were the only ones who would. D'leon would play with it, and yet, she bet that nice Lower Caverns man, Yetran, would never even think about it. And she knew which one she'd rather have playing with her hair.

Tell him it's always been curly, but it became this curly after I had it cut to fit candidate regulations.

Mine says it's always been curly, but has been more curly since she cut it. Barsamith sent to Vanarth.

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G’eph noticed the face made after he questioned about the hair, but he was lost as to what it could have meant. Listening to the reply through his dragon, the brown rider put the thought of the face Nisha had made to concider her comment. He hadn’t heard of candidate regulations…

“Candidate regulations?” he asked out loud before remembering they were suppose to be talking through their dragons. Closing his mouth again, he looked at Vanarth.

Ask her about the candidate regulations, I hadn’t heard of any, but I wasn’t here long before the hatching either.

Turning his attention back to the young woman, he waited for their dragons to relay the message. His own hair was always kept less than half an inch long just to keep it clean and easy to care for. He, however, did not consider this as a possible reason why he had not been told of a hair regulation.

Mine wishes to ask about the candidate regulations. He didn’t know of any since he wasn’t one for long.

[thedreamerlady]

Nisha giggled when G'eph spoke aloud. It was getting easier to speak just by thinking, but it wasn't easy, and she was glad the sailor was apparently feeling the same way. It made her feel a lot less alone, and she ran her finger along the shape of Barsamith's head.

"Candidate regulations are the ones that require basic form among candidates. A boy who values his hair over candidacy will get kicked out, because they require hair to be short on women, and shorter on men. Or anything like hair- fingernails or clothes even." Nisha was whispering aloud, but she didn't think Barsamith would be pleased about relaying all of that information.

Mine wasn't a candidate for long either. Barsamith sent to Vanarth after looking into her Rider's head. Nisha wasn't really paying attention to what her Dragon was saying, with a slight frown marring her face. She tugged on a strand of hair, and wished it was longer. Having her hair like this was awful.

[effluo]

G’eph couldn’t help but smile. Well it wasn’t really a wonder then that they hadn’t told them and running a hand over his closely cut head, he finally glanced back up toward Lan’ae. It seemed like he was finishing up the lecture. While the sailor couldn’t deny the fact that he was always glad at the end of a lecture, he was almost disappointed this time. Nisha seemed nice to talk to.

Turning back to her, he gave her a lopsided smile as he found her tugging at her hair almost absent mindedly. He watched the curl bounce back into place and couldn’t help but wonder if the hair felt as soft as it looked. Even being so short, it defiantly caught his attention.

They have some things in common. The brown stated, matter-of-factly to the smaller green before noticing the thoughts on his riders mind. I think he wants to touch your rider’s hair.

G’eph caught his dragon’s words, unlike Nisha and he gave the little brown a glare.

But you do.
I didn’t tell you to send that.
I was just talking…

[thedreamerlady]

Barsamith, not having the hang-ups about touching that a human might, gave Vanarth a funny look.

Well, why doesn't he touch it then? She asked. It's very nice. Just like everything else with her rider. Rider's are weird sometimes.

Mine, mine, His wants to touch your hair. Just like you! Yes, Barsamith was aware of how much her rider ended up touching her hair. Nisha just didn't like to admit it. Becoming self aware, she let go of the curl she'd had in her hands, and gave G'eph a slightly startled look.

And here she was thinking he wouldn't even be the kind to think about it. Nisha resisted the urge to giggle, and smiled slightly(and looked perhaps a touch smug) as she sent back a little something to Barsamith.

Yes, well, Dear, you picked a girl with the best hair this side of Pern. Or, that's what everyone says. There was a mental shrug to tell her dragon that she was kidding, and wasn't quite as convinced of her perfection as some Greenriders were prone too.

She noticed the lecture ending, and stood up. Smiling brightly at G'eph, Nisha decided to try and be friends.

"We should do this again sometime."

[effluo]

G’eph gave Nisha a smile back, a genuine smile.

“Yea, we should.”

Putting his hand on the brown dragons head, he gave the green rider a slight nod before heading out of the common room where the lecture had been held. While talking with the green rider had been a little awkward, G’eph was surprised to find himself not too intimidated to do it again.

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