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Would-Be Romeo; Gwen and R'jin, tag Oobi/Grigrik
Topic Started: Jun 19 2013, 08:54 PM (142 Views)
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Once I am too big to come in here with you, I will still find a way.

Gwen giggled, drumming her fingers on the snout that nosed at her knee from underneath the table. "I don't think they will like that," she told Eamith, amused when he wriggled his head further into her lap, headknobs bumping against the table's edge.

I don't care. Only you can tell me what to do, Gwen.

Gwen wasn't sure that was entirely true. There were the queens, after all, and all of the colors that ranked over her precious Eamith. She was still learning and frequently felt more than a little overwhelmed with the sheer volume of things that she still needed to internalize and accept, rank being one of them. There were so many more now that she wasn't used to!

"Well, if he isn't an affectionate little lad," a voice cooed somewhere high above her, and Gwen blinked up at a ridiculously tall redhead, his orange-y hair a bright ragged shock of color against all the pale clothes he wore. "Yes!" She chirped, cheeks pinking when this (Rider? She thought the knots said he was a grayrider) person winked at her.

"My Aqueath was perfectly sweet when she first hatched, too," her new friend told her, folding his long body down on the bench beside her. To her delight she noticed the gitar that was slung along his back, her lips stretching into an even wider grin when he motioned at it with a fluttery, almost dismissive gesture.

"Oh? My instrument? I was training to be a harper before the Weyr got me." Something sly and glinting winked in his eyes, and he said airily, "I suppose I could play something for you, if properly motivated."

I will make him go away, Gwen, if you want me to, Eamith growled in her mind, but Gwen hushed him, running an affectionate hand along his smooth cheek.

"I'd love that! Oh, that'd be so sweet of you!" She gushed, nearly trilling with glee when he pulled the instrument in front of him, running some experimental fingers along the strings.

"My name is R'jin," he crooned, "And I do believe I have a lovely song for such a pretty little thing like you."

He thinks I'm pretty! Gwen squealed inwardly to her brown, giving the dragonet an excited brush of mental contact.

I think you are prettier. He's stupid.

"That would be perfect," she breathed.
♥ Marble Wingleader Bryn & Garnet Izaxth ♥ Shale Wingrider A'yar & Copper Sith ♥ Ruby Class Weyrlings Ayanna & Copper Acosezeth ♥ Sandstone Wingrider Gwen & Brown Eamith ♥ Dragonhealer/Amber Wingrider T'ian & Blue Kyzzith ♥ Shale Wingrider H'ic & Green Cearth ♥Marble Wingrider L'aal & Graphite Aelith ♥ Steel Squad Tosst & Grey Tosk ♥ Brass Squad Heliodor & Green HeskAilwyn, dragon candidate ♥ Black Weyrling B'wen & Black Tristonth

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Grigrik was, on average, a fairly amiable fellow. Pleasant to be around, never one to judge one's character too soon. Fits of attitude were rare.
Grigrik had been seated amongst his peers, enjoying conversation and a heavy meal that made him feel almost drowsy from the weight of it when he'd finished. He felt quite comfortable and content when he had politely made his leave. He drifted away from his shared table with Samwel following after at a lazy, gentle glide, the firelizard feeling full of meat himself. While leisure time was not allowed, the candidate master could not keep him from eating -- and he took his time, when he ate.

He would have passed on through, made his exit, returned to studies or chores and wrapped up his day without incident. Still, there was an exchange he heard, and it proved distracting. It pulled him from his course. A young woman's tinny, sweet laughter was like a dinner bell to Grigrik, and if he wasn't making her laugh like that then it was necessary he investigated.
Typically, Grigrik would have encouraged what he happened upon. Here the scene included a woman, likely in her twenties, brunette, her body rounded off in many ways. She was pale, plain, and somewhat pudgy, though the extra cush seemed more complementary than off-putting. Not bad. She was being spoken to by a young man whom was tall and thin, as Grigrik was. A charming speaker, as Grigrik could be. Grigrik could even assume he and this red-headed imp were probably close in age. It appeared the stranger also came equipped with a gitar, and a serenade was likely close at hand.

The knots told Grigrik so upon further inspection, that this man was a rider. Of course, this character was probably well consumed by his own ego. How fabulous he must be, dragonrider and instrument player. Well, Grigrik just couldn't have that.
He was not in an encouraging mood, and he certainly didn't feel like himself. His streak of vanity bristled. Too much like himself did not translate in Grigrik's mind as a potential comrade--but as a threat.
The fact that Grigrik also had a subconscious weakness to freckled gingers only worsened his judgment. How dare he be so...good-looking.

Grigrik kept up a smiling facade however as he approached. The woman wasn't even really much his type, but he already decided he would at least make her uninterested in his competitor. That itself would be a victory.

"Two Marks says the dragonrider has the playing skills of a seapickle." Grigrik scoffed, grinning devilishly at R'jin. The look he gave him was one that dared him to play. Grigrik found a seat somewhat beside Gwen herself, mindful of her dragonet. He gave her a wink. Samwel, who had since landed on Grigrik's lap, stretched his neck out to her and crooned. The grown firelizard could tell when his owner felt like being a flirt, and it was moments like these the flitt did his best to be as inviting and as sweet as possible.

Gwen now had the attention of two men.
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Eamith was of half a mind to flip the entire table over, glaring mutinously at this leggy interloper that had interposed himself into his (Gwen's) personal space. His girl just continued to run soft fingers along his eye ridges, and as long as that was happening he found that he couldn't throw too much of a fuss.

"What's your name, love?" R'jin asked as he fretted with his instrument, making sure that it was properly in tune after being carted around on his back. Gwen tittered at the endearment and gave a little sigh that was like a flame to the smoldering kindling of R'jin's ego. "I'm Gwen, and this is Eamith. I like to call him Emmy sometimes," she confided with another giggle. R'jin's lips pulled into a wide shark-like grin, not quite believing his luck. This girl had eyes like dinner plates, big and round and guileless, framed with eyelashes that fluttered at the slightest provocation. The way she looked up at him with bright expectation fed his starving ego, and he made the abrupt decision that he was going to play something nice. Having this girl around would do wonders for his muse, he bet.

Eamith bristled, and then full on growled when another male arrived. He couldn't believe this! He had insisted on coming along with Gwen to her meal for this exact reason. Everywhere she went people always insisted on getting far too friendly with his girl, and if this new blonde menace got any closer he was going to start biting some ankles.

For her part, Gwen just laughed, reaching up and tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ears. "That's not very kind of you to say!" She admonished Grigrik gently as he sat down. "I'm sure he plays beautiful music. Don't you, R'jin?"

The smile she offered up to the redhead was nothing short of gleaming, and R'jin stared imperiously down his nose at the other male, obviously unimpressed with his goading. Outwardly, anyway. Privately, he seethed, and very much would have liked to toss Gwen's empty mug at him. Seapickles, his glorious freckled arse.

"You're as sweet with your words as you are on the eye, Gwen," he purred, quirking an eyebrow at Grigrik and strumming a preliminary chord. The brown weyrling giggled, placing an embarrassed hand over her lips.

Eamith was going to riot. As soon as he wasn't getting scratches, that was.

Leaning forward towards his audience, R'jin's fingers began dancing over the strings, nimbly sliding from note to note in the flowery, lighthearted tune he'd decided on. Gwen hummed appreciatively, reaching out and stroking Samwel on his head with one delicate finger as she listened.
♥ Marble Wingleader Bryn & Garnet Izaxth ♥ Shale Wingrider A'yar & Copper Sith ♥ Ruby Class Weyrlings Ayanna & Copper Acosezeth ♥ Sandstone Wingrider Gwen & Brown Eamith ♥ Dragonhealer/Amber Wingrider T'ian & Blue Kyzzith ♥ Shale Wingrider H'ic & Green Cearth ♥Marble Wingrider L'aal & Graphite Aelith ♥ Steel Squad Tosst & Grey Tosk ♥ Brass Squad Heliodor & Green HeskAilwyn, dragon candidate ♥ Black Weyrling B'wen & Black Tristonth

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