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 Tea Time, AU:17 [Norla/Dhiren]
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 Posted: Aug 5 2017, 09:09 PM
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In the wee hours of the day just when the candlemark hit what could be called evening Norla was in bed, though she was awake. Glows lit the hides she was going over - reports from the Wherlingmaster on how the Copper Class was doing. Relief settled over her as she read on, it seemed as if they were all doing well with the lessons. Every day that passed saw the wherlets growing larger and stronger while their bonds grew stronger as well. Setting the hides aside she smiled to herself even as a nagging thought entered the back of her mind. She hoped Ijo did not think she doubted his ability to teach his class and that is why she checked in so often - in fact she had seen first hand just how well he taught. Her interest in the class had far more to do with the fact it held a copper, Pern’s first copper wher as far as she could find. If she also had personal interest in a few of the wherlings she was careful not to show it; in her position she could not appear to be biased in any way, shape, or form. The last thing she needed was to offer an excuse to have someone unseat her from her position. Norsk would be quite cross with her if that were to happen.

Can-not care of weyr if not Alpha. Norsk piped up from his couch before trudging over to nudge her leg with his snout. Running her fingers against his head she shook her head, “I doubt not being Alpha would ever stop you from helping the rest of the Weyr. You’ve always had a soft spot for taking care of others.”

Like Nor-la. The bronze beamed before nuzzling at His and retreating back to his couch where he curled up. Be in-vi-ting soon?

With things going so well she actually had time to relax and catch up on the sleep she had given up for nearly a full season when they had the clutch to care for. Seasons had changed twice in that time and it was finally the right moment for her to make good a promise she had given to one of the Candidates during her questioning back in the spring. “Yes I’ve got to grab some hot water and snacks but then I’ll be ready for him. You’ll call him to see me?” Norsk simply nodded a bit as His slowly crawled from her bed in order to get ready. Clothes were found by going through the large dresser against the wall nearby, nothing too formal just something comfortable and modest. A short black tunic was pulled on as well as a pair of light brown cotton pants. Slipping on her sandals she ventured from her room long enough to visit the kitchens before returning with a tray containing a large pot of steaming water as well as some meatrolls and other treats. Setting it down on the table in her room she began to steep some tea into two of the mugs.

Dhiren, Nor-la have tea ready.

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He hadn't bonded at the wher hatching, but unlike some might have been, Dhiren wasn't phased by it. It was going to happen, one day. When it did, it would be because it was the right fit for him. Sure, being a candidate wasn't challenging, or necessarily very amusing. Chores and lessons, lessons and chores, and free time to meander about and find what amusements one could...it was a little dull, at times. Still, it was what it was, and he wasn't complaining.

It was evening, Rukbat setting on the horizon. The wherhandler hours hadn't been hard to adjust to. By now he was well adjusted and comfortable with the candlemarks he kept. Running a hand through his dark brown hair, he slowed down, nearly stopping in his tracks, as a voice entered his mind. So, she hadn't forgotten. He had to suppress an amused smirk. He had been headed to the dining hall, but this change of pace was surprisingly welcome. He hadn't had much opportunity to speak with Norla since their meeting before the hatching. Had she been at all disappointed he hadn't bonded? Not, mind, that he really cared one way or another if she was or was not. He suspected that she wasn't. He didn't pretend to know the young woman. Yet he thought that she'd prefer to see a candidate bond well, to what they were meant to. If it meant waiting--so be it. He turned easily, side stepping a passerby, blue-grey eyes glancing at the dragonrider for a brief second before turning to the path that led to Norla's quarters.

Dhiren gave a perfunctory knock on the door before he entered the open door. He wore dark, well fit trousers, a near-black in color. His blue grey shirt hung in such a way that it accentuated his form without clinging. He knew how to dress, though it was practical while suiting. The shirt brought out his eyes, and if it had been purposefully done, it would have been hard to say. Those same eyes came to rest on the alphahanlder, managing to give her a once over without actually appearing to move from her face. Some men ogled, or made obvious their interest in a woman's appearance. Keeping it 'classy', Dhiren wasn't one of them. He wasn't in the least afraid to hide his opinion of a person, but there was certainly more to a person than what the outside held. Some tunnelsnakes had pretty hides, indeed...

"You know, I'm rather flattered you didn't forget about me," he said, the tone friendly and with a hint of playfulness--or was it? It was anyone's guess. "Good evening, Norsk. You and the your lady are looking well." He directed this to the wher, but when he finished speaking, there was a mysterious half-smile and a twinkle in those eyes as he lifted them to Norla's face once more. They didn't stay there too long, before falling on the tea and edibles she had laid out.

He knew the lay of this land, and she was alphahandler, and he a candidate. He had walls a mile high, and flirtations kept just under control were harmless enough, even here. Friendly and easy going though he seemed, the more serious, private self was kept under tight guard. Still, people were curious things, and while he didn't often really care to get into anyone's business, some people did strike his. Norla was...interesting. For lack of a better word. He was easier around women than men. Not because he thought they were any less capable of hurting, or in general, or that they were people he needed to be any less wary of. No, it was just that it hadn't typically been women who'd done the hurting. Plus, while there were women like Norla, many women tended to be more emotional, thoughtful sorts. He was instinctively more at ease with many of them. Not all. But many.

"May I?" He motioned to a chair--was that not the same one he'd sat in before, when he'd been here last? It certainly was. He was certainly easy, but there was just the right amount of politeness. It wasn't feigned, but careful to be inserted where appropriate.
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”I may be a busy woman but I don’t go back on my word,” Norla offered as a greeting when the candidate entered her room. There was the hint of a smile on her lips as he greeted the bronze, ”I am pleased that not bonding hasn’t soured you against further hatchings.” Though she did not really know the man he hardly seemed the type to give up after one go - but then again some people did. Some people could not handle not being deemed ‘good enough’; even if that wasn’t the case at all and it just wasn’t their time yet. Things happened for a reason, it was something she had learned long ago. The reason wasn’t always clear - she still struggled with the reasoning behind her growing up outside of the safe walls of Hold or Weyr and being forced to choose between her own life and those of her siblings. Despite the hardships she had faced she was here now, molded by those very same situations that oftentimes clouded her thoughts when she had a free moment to herself. Norsk had woken her midday more than once due to nightmares from her past, thankfully they were few and far between the longer she remained at Dalibor.

A single nod was given when he motioned to the table, ”Unless you would rather stand awkwardly, by all means.” Without waiting for him to be seated she slipped into her chair at the small table and settled herself. Once comfortable she picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, ”If you would prefer juice or klah I’m sure I can have some brought from the kitchens.” There was a stiffness about the woman as she sat there sipping her tea, idly eyeing him over the rim of her cup. Their meeting was platonic - strictly platonic - even if she did find him pleasing to look at. In truth she did not really know why he was here, but she had told him seasons ago when she had free time she would sit with him for a drink. Now she was free and he was there and her mind was blank as to what to talk about.

”Are lessons and chores going well?” Boring, yet she was at a loss. Outside of her brother and the wherlings from her class turns ago she did not have many conversations. Of those in the Weyr currently she only counted Oreanda as a friend, her former Prideleader having helped her gain the confidence she needed. That friendship was different though - what did she have in common with this man outside of an interest in whers? ”Remind me, do you practice a craft on top of your duties as a Candidate?” Boring, again - but at least she was trying.

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Hmm, had he offended with his teasing words? He actually doubted that, somehow. It was a fair enough statement, and did tell a bit about her character. She'd not go back on her word? Well, he wasn't the sort that did, either. Not that he made many promises to anyone, about anything. He mostly kept to himself, since he'd come here. Idle chatter, chores...nothing overtly social. He was taking a lay of the land, as it were. If he took an interest in any of his fellow candidates as possible more-than-an-acquaintance sorts, well, that might change things. He might end up befriending someone. Yet he wasn't the sort to try. He simply let the dice fall where they may. Just like with Norla, it would seem. He had made no effort to contact her, but he'd seen her, from time to time. Followed her briefly with his eyes. Given a brief nod and slight upturn of his mouth at her in the corridors if they'd crossed paths. She had her own life, and he had his. They were at different points, and even though they were the same age at this time--he wouldn't be twenty-two until winter--they were bound to their positions by their differing ranks. Still, Dhiren had never put much stock in ranks, had he? There was always that fine line one could walk. He was pretty good at walking it.

"Souring is for the sour," he returned, taking the seat that was across from her, and then, "is that commonplace? Giving up or being 'soured' simply because you don't succeed at something immediately?" He didn't know much about other people, but he had nothing better to do than to wait for his wher partner. Who wanted a wher that wasn't really meant to be yours? No...he didn't need to be stuck with a partner that was better suited to another. He needed a partner that was meant for him. To compliment, or challenge, or help him move forward and achieve whatever it was he was meant to. He had come here for a change, and because he wanted more for his life than to stay stagnant in a reminder of his past. A past he could not forget, and likely never would, but that shouldn't dictate the rest of his life.

The table was near enough that his long arm could reach the other cup of tea. He raised it in a bit of a 'cheers' to her, accompanied by a reassurance, "not at all. Tea is adequate." He took a sip, blue-grey eyes never leaving the young woman across from him, over the rim of his own cup. He didn't miss that stiffness, oh no. It wasn't hard to tell there was something akin to a near awkwardness permeating the air. He couldn't quite place his thumb on why that would be, exactly. Oh, he might guess. Yes, he was good at guessing. It could have been a number of things. Still, it wouldn't do to randomly assume anything.

"Lessons and chores..." He figured she was trying to make small talk. She sounded almost uncertain, though. That just wouldn't do. She'd asked a question, and so he did answer, after regarding her curiously for a moment. "They're about what you'd expect. I do wonder what candidates who stand for turns do once they know everything there is to know. Even in two seasons, there's nothing much new." He gave a slight shrug, settling back a little more easily in the chair--pretty comfortable, actually--and added with a bemused smirk, "you know how it is." The next question was only a little more personal, and just as much small talk as the rest. He answered that, too, but there was a tone in his voice, one that almost said he knew it was small talk, and appreciated that she was trying, but didn't she want more than small talk? There was conversation, and then there was conversation. These were 'getting to know you' type questions. Yet there was such a feeling to them of formality that might have been proper, but not at all interesting. No...she was more interesting than that. "Not unless you count stablehand among crafts." He'd never been allowed to have a craft until he was older. No, no craft for him.

"If you died tomorrow, what would be the one thing you'd have wished you'd done?" It was a sudden question, so easily and simply asked, like he was asking what she'd had for breakfast. His expression was openly curious, and to Norsk, he added, tilting his head in the wher's direction, "she won't die tomorrow. It's hypothetical. We wouldn't stand for that, would we?" He did smile, then, at Norla. The look he gave her was almost mischievous and yet oh so innocent. Then he was looking at her quite seriously, once more, taking a sip of tea and looking at her over the rim once more, awaiting the answer to that question.
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Following him with her eyes as he took a seat she sipped from her tea. It was nice and brisk, perhaps it would be just what she needed to settle her stomach. She’d been feeling mostly okay throughout the day but suddenly she was uneasy and her stomach felt like it was in knots. Making a mental note to pop by the infirmary if it persisted into the next day she shrugged lightly, ”For some it is. I’ve seen some dragon candidates try a few times then ‘give up’ and come for whers. Some impress a wher while others impress from the stands while watching a dragon hatching. Even still some give up and go back to their crafthall, though that doesn’t happen as often.” She couldn’t imagine having given up, even if she had not been convinced she would actually impress. Norsk wasn’t what she had in mind when she wandered out on the sands that fateful evening; still a timid young girl unsure of who she was or where she stood in life much less the Weyr. Partially fearful of the grisled beasts that came from the eggs despite everyone assuring her they were not the same beasts she’d encountered on the isle. A shiver worked through her form as she recalled that feeling all too well.

Nor-la be fiiiiiine. Norsk no let bad thing happen to Nor-la. There was a gentle reassurance that radiated from the bronze to his bonded. From the moment he’d entered the candidate had been watched with a weary eye - Norla had been fine before he came and now she felt off somehow. It was not something he’d noticed her feeling more than once before and it was fleeting. Sometimes when she drank wine it was like this but even then it was not exact. Dhiren be good candy-doot? He finally asked before turning and climbing onto his stone couch, nestling into the furs Norla had lined it with.

Shaking her head she leaned forward to pick up a cookie from the platter she’d laid out, ”Actually I don’t. I only stood the one time, wasn’t here more than a season before Norsk found me.” Nibbling the cookie she was lifting her mug up for another sip when he asked his next question causing her to pause. It came out of virtually nowhere and was completely unexpected. For a moment her hands hovered in the air, one with her mug half lifted to her lips the other holding part of a cookie; neither knew what to do or where to be as she offered silence and a long slow blink. Norsk bristled on his couch and lifted his head to stare at the man until he offered a reassurance. Doot be good. Norks bite if not.

Snapping out of it she set her mug on the table, if only to ensure her grip did not slip from the cup. ”I… well. I hadn’t thought of it.” Hadn’t she though? There was something nagging the back of her mind regularly ever since she put on her knots declaring her a full handler. Chewing on her lower lip for a moment, and just a moment before she replaced the thoughtful and almost vulnerable look with something more acceptable and placid she finally met his gaze again. ”Gone back for my sisters.” The only person she had admitted it to was V’es but he was gone now, so why was she telling this man - this stranger?

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Dhiren mulled a moment over her words, watching her as she spoke, simply enjoying the sound of her voice. He would take this meeting as it came, because he was aware of the fact he tended to soak up her voice, and the sight of her, like welcome, warming rays of sunlight. He both minded this, and did not. He might enjoy it, but was such a thing really good for him? For either of them? The problem was, while he on the one hand certainly thought about this, an equally measured part refused to think about it. He didn't like the thought that the amount he enjoyed her presence might not be for the best. Telling himself there was no harm in it, that it was as it was...it was a way to excuse it all. They really weren't doing anything untoward. Yet he was a candidate, and for how long that would be, neither of them knew. Then he'd be a wherling. Tension could only escalate. It would.

"Afraid you won't be getting rid of me that easily," he replied with an amused air, sipping his tea while eyeing her with the most curious expression over the rim of the steaming mug. "This is quite good, by the way," he commented, relaxing even further. He was like a large feline, the way he sat so at his ease, but managing to look as though somehow, he might be able to move in a flash of motion if he wanted to. His eyes were on her, and so he saw something that caused him to sit just a little straighter. Was she cold?

"You're not cold...?" No...that hadn't been the same kind of shiver that he associated with being cold. Nervous? He didn't make her nervous, did he? Was he making her uncomfortable with what he said? Yet he didn't think that was it. It was something, though. Something had caused it. When Norsk asked if he was a 'good candy-doot', Dhiren had to smile. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Norsk was a huge bronze. The way whers spoke had always been a thing of amusement for the young man. He had liked the sound of it the first time he'd heard it.

"Does Norla think I'm a good candy-doot?" He asked the wher, raising an eyebrow with a small smile. The wher looked discomforted, and he thought it might also be good to answer. He wasn't sure why, but Norsk was suddenly looking fairly upset and staring him down. He recognized that hard stare. Like a canine gave you as a warning before it lunged. Had his question upset Norla? He hoped not, and yet, he offered the reassurance the wher was likely seeking. "I promise to behave, Norsk--as best I can. You know I would never do anything to harm yours in any way, I hope?" His tone was serious, then, as he met the wher's gaze solidly, unflinching. He meant that. He meant it more than he even realized he meant it. He didn't want to do anything that would put Norla in a position she would see trouble for--not that he assumed his interest was mutually met. Yet he was male, possessed of a fair amount of masculinity and with an instinct and gut-feeling that were strong. He didn't think her disinterested, that much he felt--though he might have been wrong.

Dhiren was more careful than most who he took interest in. He had not been trying to take an interest in the alphahandler. It was not a convenient thing for either of them, if he was right and there was even a bit of interest on her part...well, perhaps he was causing her some discomfort that he ought not to have been. It would be simpler if he could just stay clear of her. He knew that perhaps he ought to do so. Yet for some reason, they ran into each other often. When he saw her, he forgot that he had told himself prior that perhaps it would be for the best if he avoided her a little more. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. He seemed drawn to her, in a way that was more than a little perplexing.

When she answered, he was genuinely surprised. It was far from what he'd expected. In that instant, she had a vulnerable look. He'd never seen this strong, leader of a woman look that way. It shouldn't have elicited a feeling of warmth down his spine, or in his lower abdomen, causing it to tighten a moment, and yet it did. Crackdust, what had that feeling been? He refused to analyze it. He could not. Or would not. Besides, what she said had been the important thing.

"Where are they?" More gently, delicately, than he had ever spoken to her before. Carefully, as though she might need such a thing, at this moment. He didn't take his eyes from hers, making it clear he was genuinely interested in what she had to say. Wanted to know, and her to share. Gone back for them? She had...oh. She had been Holdless. So when she said 'go back for', she likely meant they still were. Why had she not, then? What had prevented her, or kept her, from it? Bonding to Norsk? She was a full handler now. So what prevented it now? Would she go back...if someone were to go with her? He wasn't so sure it was a viable option for him, as a candidate, to do so. Yet she was the alphahandler. If she requested it, he wasn't sure if it would be allowed or no. Still, even if he couldn't..if it was what she was wishing she'd have done, would the right thing not be to encourage it? One thing at a time...first, he would see exactly where they were, and why she'd not gone back. He wasn't a pushy sort in the least. If she didn't want to discuss it, he wasn't going to push it in any way. Yet she'd answered. Maybe she needed to talk about it. If that was the case, he would listen as much as she needed him to.
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Nor-la think good candy-doot. At the revelation Norla shot her bronze a glance as he offered her a gentle press of reassurance through their bond. He was here. She was safe even if she felt otherwise. There was no ill intent from the man in the room, both handler and wher felt as much. He seemed the genuine sort, Dhiren did. There was more to him than met the eye - even under Norsk’s wilting gaze he had hardly batted an eye. A deep breath filled her lungs before she composed herself enough to take another bite from her cookie. Invisible crumbs were fussed over on tunic and pants before she lifted her eyes to meet Dhiren’s gaze once more, unflinching as she answered, ”The isles where I left them.”

Throughout the turns she had been alive there were few instances that allowed for regret. If someone fell behind on the isles you either helped them and risked falling behind yourself or you left them. There could be no regret, no moral compass that made you falter and put yourself at risk. It was how things were. In the turns she had been on the mainland she’d learned there was now room in her life to feel remorse - and it fell upon her frequently whenever she thought of her family. ”I do not know if they are still alive.” While her voice did not give light to the fear that gripped her heart when she considered that her leaving had meant a death sentence for the others she felt it all the same. ”They had the choice to come or stay when we left.” Reaching out she set her cookie down and took up her mug in its stead, the warmth in her hands as she pressed both around the pottery somehow comforting. ”They chose to stay.”

It had been their choice and in the past that alone would have been enough to leave her without the feeling of responsibility she shouldered now. How could she be held responsible for a choice they made on their own? It was a different time now - she was a different person. No longer could she hide the fact that she was responsible for the choice she made to leave them behind. It had been a cowardly act, one to save her own skin, and yet if she had stayed she might never have found Norsk. Could one regret a decision that made their lives complete? Since graduation the idea of going back had tickled in the back of her mind but then she had Arles to contend with, his threats all too real when he snuck in and out of the Weyr somehow unseen. V’es would have helped her if not for Thread claiming his life - he was the better of the brothers even if a lifetime under Arles’ thumb had left him feeling otherwise. ”It is your turn to answer the question, I believe.” That’s how things like this went, didn’t they? She’d had so little time for social calls outside of her friend Oreanda - and those hardly set her up for success as Oreanda was as much of the ‘odd one out’ as she was most days.

Leading was easier than relating to people on a more personal level though she had been trying her hardest to learn. Growing and building on her own experiences would only make her a stronger leader - she’d seen that in Vrell when she was Alphahandler and Norsk pushed her every day to better herself. ”What is it you wish you would have done before you die?” Fingers clenched tighter around the mug in her hand as she listened while also considering her own answer. She’d need dragonwings to take her to the isle and she doubted she’d find them right away - assuming they were even still there to be found. It was a lot to mull over but she caught his eyes with her own to show she was still attentive to his words.

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At Norsk's words, Ren offered the wher an amused but kind smile, and said sincerely,
"I'm glad to hear that." He met the wher's gaze, a rather open, unguarded look in his expression. He hoped the bronze thought so, too. He knew they were partners, and what Norsk thought mattered just as much in the end. It was strange, for him, caring at all what someone thought. Generally, he did not. He wasn't the kind of man to change who he was or his existence for anyone. He made no excuses and he felt no need to pretend to be anything other than who and what he was--even if it was subject to change as life went on. As Norla spoke again, his brows furrowed a little. The isles? The exile isles? Surely not. She had said she'd been Holdless...but not the circumstances. The furrow was slight, there and gone quickly. He doubted very much that she had been there of anything she herself had done. He wasn't going to pry, either. She could tell him if she wanted. If not, that was her business.

"The isles, hmm? What's stopping you from going back?" He paused a moment, letting her absorb the query, which was carefully almost rhetorical--he wanted her to go back. To not regret something she might still do. "A dragon could surely ferry you over. Even a green could carry Norsk." His tone was so very reasonable, like it was a simple matter of a decision to do so. In reality, it wasn't, and he knew that. The fear of finding out they were perhaps no longer alive was probably very real for her--and the guilt she might feel if they were not. Still, to not know would haunt her the rest of her life, if she was already regretting it so much. "They chose to stay...?" The question held a dubious sound to it. "Are you sure of that?" Who would choose that life for themselves? Something didn't sound right to Ren about that, not at all. She had probably been younger when she left. Who, he wondered, had told her they'd chosen to stay? Themselves? Had they been doing it so she'd stand a better chance on her own? Had someone else told her? Something didn't quite add up. "If it were me, I'd want to know," he admitted. Even though he hadn't any siblings, and couldn't really relate, he had sense enough to know that he would have wanted to know. He knew himself well enough to know that not knowing would have gotten to him, and eaten at him...the way it might have her?

When she spoke next, he grinned and shrugged, and replied, "all right. Ask away." Normally, he did not subject himself to questions from others. Again, things with Norla so far had seen him not guarding himself well. He didn't know what she'd ask. There was a niggling sense in the back of his mind that told him maybe he should have been concerned. Was he, though? Not really. He was rather comfortable around her, in a way he could not explain. Walls up wasn't applying here. He'd realized that already, and yet found while he had thought avoiding her would be the answer, he didn't really care much for that thought. It left a sour taste in his mouth, and an unsettling discontent in his mind. So, fair was fair. He had asked a pretty pointed and personal question. Also unlike him. It was her turn. She gave as good as she got.

"Are you predicting I die at the next wher hatching?" This was clearly teasing, and he completed the jest with, "I should certainly hope not." A smirk, and then a moment of quiet contemplation following. Really, he shouldn't have had to think about it too hard. He knew what he wanted to do before he died...

"To live." The answer was simple, but honest, as he met her eyes once more, the feeling they contained both passionate and immovable in his choice. He had not lived, not really. He had simply survived, and it hadn't been a good life, had it? She might not understand, and he wasn't really sure he should or would explain. No one knew about his past. It wasn't something he talked about. He guarded and hid that past life, never talking about it or avoiding it cleverly with that jesting way he had that hid the more steady and solid person he was inside. To this extent, the person he was with Norla was closer to the real him than how he presented himself to his fellow candidates or others. He kept walls up with them, and they knew nothing about him. He preferred it that way. He got shaffit done, as it were. He got it done well. He did lessons, he did chores, he might have been bored to tears by it but it was no different than going through the motions back 'home'. He did it, and didn't really complain.
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”I wouldn’t have left them there if they didn’t want to stay.” Rebuking the implication that she’d left her family to die to save her own skin the space between her brows narrowed as she cast a hard gaze upon him. A part of her wanted to give voice to everything inside her mind in that moment, all the feelings she had bottled up for turns since leaving the isles and her sisters. Pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth she felt the tips of her ears grow hot and was thankful she’d been growing her hair out more so it would likely go unnoticed.

Care-ful Nor-la. Dhi-ren is a candy-doot. Can be friend but can-not be that friendly.

It wasn’t a warning she truly needed. No matter how relaxed she may appear around the man she was the Alphahandler first and foremost. While her position certainly did not mean she could not be friends with others it did mean she must be careful lest someone get the wrong idea. Especially the man in front of her for all she found him pleasing to the eye he had a place in the Weyr as did she; their places ran parallel in some areas but could not cross. Turns from now once he had Impressed and graduated or given up the ideal of becoming a handler then there may be… more. It did best not to entertain such thoughts and so she took a deep breath, took another drink of her tea, and pressed her lips together in a thin line. There was little time to linger on her thoughts before he allowed the subject to be changed back to him. Ah, there. He could answer the question now and things would continue on without her feeling pressured to defend her past decisions or her present ones.

”It is always a possibility.” Lips cracked into a brief smile, she certainly didn’t wish harm upon him in any way but as she’d said - it was a possibility. A girl had died in a dragon hatching and typically dragons were tamer in comparison to whers. ”I expect you’ll be careful though, yes?” He went quiet and she picked a cookie up in order to nibble on it while waiting for him to answer. When he did she arched a brow in surprise, ”To live? What exactly is it you’re doing now then?”

Leaning forward she pinched him - actually pinched his arm before smirking, ”You seem to be among the living if you ask me. If I need to get a healer to check you over I’ll be happy to walk you to the infirmary.” It amused her to some degree despite having some inkling of what he meant. For so many turns she had been alive. Living without actually living though being in a Weyr given food, shelter, and work she couldn’t fathom what it was he was missing on that caused him to feel as if he were not truly living.

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Dhiren wasn't about to waver under the hard stare she turned upon him, and simply met it, his own expression calm. He hadn't meant to suggest that she had left them there unwillingly. Still, he let her speak, and then waited a moment, until the gaze did not seem so hard, before replying.

"I'm not suggesting you would have. Yet given your circumstances, perhaps they felt you had a better chance without them. I can't see anyone wanting to live that kind of existence. Did you leave alone? Or with someone else?" The questions were not intrusive in their sound. Perhaps, as she'd been younger, if she had left with someone else, they had been the ones to push leaving her sisters behind. Not Norla...no, he didn't think for a second she would have been pushed into it by someone else, had she not really and truly believed they'd wanted to come. Yet something didn't seem right. Though he liked to feign he was not precisely sharp as they came, it was far from the truth. His perceptiveness lacked nothing.

At this point, while Ren watched her closely, as expressions and body language told much, she was well enough at keeping her thoughts to herself that he didn't see he ears go red. On his end, he felt the tension. Whether it was only on his end, he didn't know for certain. He wasn't the kind of person who normally would have hidden exactly what he thought or felt. It was proving difficult, but he didn't want to compromise her position. Still...he'd had another answer or 'what do you wish you'd done before you died'. He could have just done it. He was a candidate by choice. Nothing kept him there but his own desire to do and be something more than he had been prior. Casting aside those knots and pulling her into his arms and kissing her soundly had actually passed through his mind. He'd been mildly amused by the thought, and a little surprised with the ferocity of it. There was a beast stirring in his insides, and it was not necessarily silent just because he was allowing himself to be.

The truth of the matter was that Dhiren was particular about whom he invested interest in. He rarely allowed himself to carry that interest to any kind of fruition. Yet he recognized that with Norla, it had gone about doing its own thing. He'd seen her talking to another individual, a rather attractive fellow, and though he was sure it was simply a businesslike conversation--it had been a handler, and she hadn't been making eyes at him or looking like she was interested--he had felt the stirring of something undeniable. He hadn't liked it. Not that he cared she was talking to another man. He had enough confidence to know he didn't have to worry about being unattractive or not enough to catch someone's eye. So it wasn't jealousy about that sort of thing. It was, however, a sort of envy that he would otherwise have been unaware of. The man had been a handler, and he was a candidate. If Norla had wanted there to be something more with him, and he had been amiable to it, there could have been. The man had a female wher. If that wher ran, and Norsk wanted to chase...it had left him feeling rather displeased. He hadn't cared for that feeling.

He had walls up for a reason. Walls that were up so he might avoid caring about someone and have to worry about losing them, or something happening between them or to the other. Yet somehow, he kept forgetting his own rules he lived by when he was in Norla's presence, and he did not know why, and didn't know if he liked it or disliked it. Then her words drew his attention back to her, and he grinned easily.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you actually cared." It was meant to be teasing, and only after it was said did he realize it could be construed as dual types of teasing. He wasn't sure if she'd pick up on that--he wasn't sure if he wanted her to, or didn't want her to. She had, thankfully, asked another question. Still, again the war raged on inside his mind. Thankfully? He wasn't so sure he didn't want her to have to think on that one. "Existing. Living is another thing entirely." Then, before he could add to it, she pinched him.

It was the first contact of a physical nature they'd ever had. It was only a pinch. It should not have made his blood boil. Should not have made him startle in the way it did. True, it could be mistaken for simply startling at the fact she'd pinched him. She was near enough to have pinched him. That realization was not lost on him. Near enough to have pinched him, and near enough for him to have done something in retaliation. It was only a pinch! Hardly something that should have caused this kind of reaction. Truly, then, he realized that something was going on, and he was damned if he knew if it was all in his head. It very well could be.

Sometimes it's inevitable that words escape before they are thought out or caught. Sometimes, they are actually thought out, and a person can tell themselves they are not, and that it was simply an error. A slip up. Not intentional. The truth of the matter was that Dhiren had never been fantastic at holding words back when he didn't want to--and to be fair, he often wanted to. Still, at this precise moment, he did not.

"If you wanted to check me over, I'd have no objections." The expression on his face was innocent, but those words...those words left a lot to the imagination. Did he mean them in a flirtatious way, with the expression on his face being so unreadable? Would she be reading into it if she thought that they were? Would she not be reading into it enough if she did not? She could take that however she chose, and he would simply reply that healers made him uncomfortable. It was true enough. He didn't care much for being touched by strangers. He had his reasons...the only 'touch' he'd experienced from strangers in the past had not been ones he'd wanted to remember.
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It seemed pointless to continue discussing her past, especially since she had already said too much. Instead of answering his question she took another sip from her mug before setting it aside and standing up - putting distance between herself and the candidate she’d just pinched. It was a dangerous line she was teetering on, the danger coming into sharp focus when he teased her about caring about him. There was a part of her that, had things been different in that moment, might have paused to reflect more upon his words. This was not the time nor the place for such thoughts though and instead she tilted her head to the side as she regarded him from a few steps away. A slight smile tugged at the corner of her mouth and her left brow arched up ever so briefly. ”I do care about you, Dhiren.” This was said with a straight face, her calm demeanor giving no hint as to how she meant the words to be taken; or really how she meant them, ”You and the others within the wher program are its future. I care about all of those who would stand for whers equally.”

Something stirred inside of her with his next words, an open invitation to put her hands upon him. A shock worked through her system, a fire she had not given thought to stoked by the idea his suggestion caused. Her brow arched once more and remained lifted as she paused standing there with her arms folding over her chest as she looked at him. This was entirely new to her and she didn’t enjoy it. It was tempting, the thoughts and feelings his words stirred within her but she knew her place. Turns of hard work had been put into getting to where she was; nothing was worth losing that. The words she mulled over in her mind were dangerous and instead of offering another teasing prod she left it at, ”Unfortunately, I am no healer.”

He should be going now, if you don’t mind.

Time is late. Dhiren go back barracks now. Norsk walk if needed. Standing the bronze stretched much like a lazy feline before making his way towards the candidate. It was not because of something he had said - or it was but it was also so much more than just that. It was everything he represented and everything he could not be, at least not to her.

”Norsk is right, it is getting late. I do have hides I need to go over. Patrols I’ll need to check in with.” There were no hides but she needed time to process things without his piercing eyes threatening to pick apart her calm exterior to the mess beneath. While her outward appearance did little to betray her, there was a storm of confusion brewing within the handler. Memories flooded back from the isles, of her sisters and of her brothers. Of relationships she’d wanted but could not have because she was a boy - or she’d pretended to be one at least. It had taken turns to even accept the fact she was a female and that it was okay to look at others in a different light. Now there was this man sitting in her room asking her questions about her life, her thoughts; others only asked her about her duty or her wher. Attention was rarely focused on Norla herself but instead on what she did for others, what she did for the Weyr, what being a handler was like. A perfectly polite and platonic smile drew the corners of her lips upwards. ”You know where my office is should you need something.”

With that she was dismissing him, not because she truly wanted to but because she had to. Rules existed for a reason, and outside of whatever it had been that she’d thought or felt he also brought up something else even more important. She needed to go back to the isles.

I need to find my sisters.

We find and protect. Like others in Dali-bor. Norsk offered with a wave of confidence. Whatever His needed he would be there for her as he had been since he hatched. Things would no doubt change in the next few seasons for the woman but that would never change.

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He well understood her position. To say he did not, or to try and feign ignorance regarding it, would do them both an injustice. Still, why could he not stop himself from tip-toeing that fine line? He knew she could not respond to anything he said with anything other than platonic, polite replies and actions. He was normally so nonchalant and hardly cared what another's opinion was of him. How in Faranth's name had he fallen into a trap that had not even been laid for him? It was as though he'd laid that trap himself, and then kept on entangling himself further. He wasn't even sorry for it. Perhaps that was the part that should have concerned him most, and yet he found himself desiring something, and he was not even precisely sure what it was. He knew their predicament. Nothing could come of this. What did he even want to come of this?

The idea of having feelings for anyone of a romantic, not simply based in lust, feelings...it was new. He neither understood it, nor was he doing anything to dissuade its presence. He had become a wher candidate to have a life. To do something he felt mattered. He had not counted on Norla. Pretty women he saw day in and day out. Before he'd become a candidate, he flirted, but it was always subtle and there had never been hard interest. Just mild notice. Nothing like many of the men he knew. While appearances played a fundamental part in attraction, Ren, for some reason he didn't question, was a package deal kind of person. Interest was not simply based in appearances. Many lovely women--on the outside, at least--had been scorned or even dismissed in a none-too-polite manner by the candidate for their personalities and minds being unattractive. Norla was different. He found her perfectly pleasing to the eye. Yet she was interesting. Strong, intelligent, devoted, hard-working, and yes, he had to admit, downright cute at times. She hadn't meant to capture his attention, and he had not meant her to. Yet it had happened, and he was not entirely pleased. He couldn't do anything about it. He didn't know if she even wanted to.

Her answer was platonic, and her expression hard to decipher. There had been a hint of a smile there. Yet to pin an assumption to it was impractical. It could have been that she understood the dig, the question without a question. In fact, since part of the reason he had taken an interest in the young woman was for her intellect, he was willing to bet marks on it. Her expression at his near-suggestive connotation, however...that was less readable than the one before it. She had arched an eyebrow, her arms folded over her chest as she regarded him. He did not look away, though. He wasn't sure why he was goading her on like this. What did he really hope she'd give him? Ever since that stab of jealousy he'd had upon seeing her simply having a friendly chat with another man had arisen in him, he'd been unsettled. He had no right to her in any way, and he knew it. Was he perhaps seeking some confirmation that he was not the only one interested? There was a static electricity that he felt at a near-constant in her presence, and it unsettled him. He wasn't sure how he felt about all of it, and yet he didn't want it to stop. Why didn't he want it to stop? It could go no where. Benefit neither of them in the positions they held. If anything, it created possible problems--for Norla, especially. Who had never outright given him any reason to think she favored him in any way.

Yet if he was being honest with himself...he was better at reading body language than words. Straightforward and to the point as he'd always been, bandying words for no one, he could still read people very, very well. What he'd read just now...there had been a look, just for an instant, he thought. A look that mirrored that electric feeling he hid underneath the playful teasing, platonic politeness and mild--at least with the Alphahandler--sarcasm. He couldn't know if the wher's speaking to him about how it was late, and he should be going back, had to do with what he'd said. Still, once again, he was hardly sorry for it. He merely stood up and offered the wher an easy smile.

"It is getting quite late, isn't it?" This, to Norsk. Then to Norla, "thank you for the tea, Norla." Many of the candidates would refer to her by her rank and title. Dhiren had not done so here, but in public, thus far, had. He rather enjoyed using her name. He wondered if she'd any friends, or otherwise--and here that uncomfortable feeling rose a little again, only to be ignored--did. "I appreciate the offer, Norsk, but I'm sure I can find my own way back." Again, this last was to the bronze, with a quick wink and slight smirk. When he looked back to Norla again, he paused a moment. Whatever he needed from her, he wasn't sure, precisely. He could have made a comment about things he might need from her that she couldn't give him. Yet he was wise enough to know that after his earlier comment, he needed to give her some space tonight. Maybe she'd think about it. Maybe not. There was no way to really know. She'd suddenly seemed to throw up a wall, so far as he could see it. He didn't blame her for that, and hoped it wasn't because he'd made her uncomfortable. Again, not something he usually cared about. He didn't cater to other people, not ever. He was a man who knew what he wanted, said as he felt or pleased, and bowed for no one--at least beyond the literal sense of respect in a hatching.

"I'll keep that in mind," was what he said instead of the other, and yet the smile he gave her was just a bit softer than any she might have seen prior. There was a hint, if one looked for it, of fondness in that smile. A little playfulness, a little wistfulness, but definitely something more sincere than most would ever see. With that, he turned and exited, determined to turn his thoughts elsewhere...for now.

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