Time for Romance

Writers: Miriah, Paula
Date Posted: 25th May 2019

Characters: Rorela, G'nir, Weadmon
Description: Rorela and G'nir go on a romantic date.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr, Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 11, day 14 of Turn 9

G'nir

Rorela waited impatiently on her ledge, pacing. The dress she'd
decided on was less revealing than what she'd typically wear, but she
wasn't yet confident about her healing scores to wear something that
revealed more than just her arms and legs. But, she thought, it did
reveal her legs. She may have been short, but her legs were nicely
formed and she knew it, so why not show them off?

Nirreth buckled a greeting and backwinged carefully to land, the
green's ledge being much smaller than his.

Rorela moved back quickly, holding down the skirt that flared up
nearly to get hips at the bronzes arrival. She waited for Nirreth to
land and settle before eyeing the large dragon with a laugh. "You did
that on purpose. He can wait until later to see my underwear."

Nirreth just crooned at her, while G'nir dismounted to help her up on
his back. "You look lovely," he commented when he saw her properly.

The smile she offered him as he dismounted was warm and welcoming even
as she stroked down the dark red knee-length skirt. "Thank you." She
studied him, eyes sliding over him with appreciation. "And you look as
handsome as ever." She approached him, and having to stand on her
tiptoes, kissed his cheek. "Where are we going?"

"Beryl Plains. Not the main Hold though, there's a really nice tavern
along the trade route. They famous for their special dark stout they
brew themselves. My father has tried to get their receipe for as long
as I remember but they keep it a secret." He helped her up and then
settled behind her. Once all straps were secured, Nirreth jumped to
the air. He took an extra circle around the Weyr before going
/between/.

They reappeared over what seemed to be mostly green hills with cluster
of trees here and there. The road was dark ribbon going north to
south. Nirreth circled lazily down and more details were revealed. The
tavern was built next to a Runner's station, with beasthold across the
road. There was also dozens of cots belonging to the people who worked
on the fields surrounding the small community.

The wind was cold on her bare legs, but Rorela didn't mind as much,
especially nestled against G'nir's chest. She could handle the cold
for a while. As she looked down, her eyes slid over the terrain, smile
bright. "I've never been here before." She called back over the wind.
"It's beautiful."

"It is. For some reason, I like this little place very much," G'nir
replied when Nirreth moved to land. He had to land bit outside the
small village. Their arrival attracted attention and almost before
Nirreth had folded in his wings, they were surrounded by a group of
curious children. G'nir helped Rorela down and offered her his arm.

Smiling at the children and wiggling her fingers in a playful hello,
Rorela tucked her hand in his elbow and leaned against his upper arm.
"I like it. Thank you for bringing me." She walked with him into the
tavern, then hid a smile as several men turned to look at her,
flicking their gazes over her legs with evident appreciation.

G'nir led him in to Tavern. The man manning the bar was rotund,
elderly man with weathered face, silver hair and snow-white beard.
"Lord G'nir! Are you going to try to steal my secret receipe again?"
He greeted them with jovial tone.

"Not this time, master Weadmon. I'm bringing my lady here for a
dinner," G'nir replied. His tone and stance were relaxing notably.

"Welcome, my fair lady," the man greeted Rorela and G'nir introduced
him. "Master brewer Weadmon, a man who can defy my father and walk
away from it, meet Rorela, rider of green Upinth and wingthird in
Dragonsfall Weyr."

"Wel met and my duty to you and yours. Dragonriders are always welcome
here," Weadmon took Rorela's hand to kiss it and lowered his voice to
conspiratory whisper: "If you're not happy with him, I can always
steal you away from him."

Rorela grinned with mirth at the flirtatious man, her eyes glinting
merrily. "I'll keep that in mind, Master Weadmon. So far, I'm very
happy with him, but should he falter, I may just come and visit you."
She winked at G'nir, noting his increased relaxation; she liked to see
him without all the tension around his shoulders and jaw. This was a
place, she reasoned, that he didn't feel the need to show and act his
rank.

"His wife might have something to say about that," G'nir remarked.
Weadmon just chuckled and led them a private table, set with white
tablecloth, candles, best china and silverware.
"How is your sweet daughter?" Weadmon asked from G'nir while they got seated.

"She's fine, maybe I'll bring her along next time," G'nir replied. He
hold the chair for Rorela.

Rorela sighed as she looked at Weadmon, laughter in her eyes. "I fear
we are destined to forever be apart then, Master Weadmon. I suppose I
must be content with G'nir." She sat down as G'nir pulled out the
chair for her, pleased with the unaccustomed chivalry. " She looked up
at him, laughter fading to affectionate warmth. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," G'nir took his own seat.

"What would you like to eat?" Weadmon asked. "We have stew with spring
greens, roasted wherry with spicy rivergrain and spring greens and
beef entrecote with baked tubers and spring green. I'll bring you our
famous stout for appertizers."

"I'll take the entrecote and red wine to go with it," G'nir ordered
his meal. "Rorela? What would you like?"

She considered the choices for a moment. "I think I'll have the
roasted wherry with spicy rivergrains." She looked at G'nir and her
grin widened." I like spicy."

"Good choice," Weadmon complimented. "And when my wife makes spicy,
it's really spicy," he grinned. "Do you want something to drink with
it?"

"I'll have a good dry red wine, please?" She reached across the table
and took G'nir's hand, completely comfortable with open displays of
affection. He'd just have to get used to it.

G'nir interlaced his fingers with hers.

"Coming soon," Weadmon said and withdrew to give them some privacy. He
returned briefly to bring their drinks, including the promised
tankards of dark stout.

"So, how do you like this place?" G'nir asked.

Rorela beamed at him. "I love it. How have you kept this place a
secret?" Her fingers tightened against his. "This is wonderful, G'nir.
Really wonderful. Thank you for bringing me."

"You're welcome, I'm happy you like it," G'nir replied with a smile.
He hadn't realized how important it was to thim that she liked this
place. Had G'nir not Impressed, he would mostly likely ended up as a
Holder here.

"I do." She tilted her head at him. "I think you chose the perfect
place. So what do you have planned for after dinner, or is it a
surprise?"

"There's music," G'nir pointed a small stand at the corner of the
Tavern. "If you don't mind amateurs with more euthiasm than skill. I
believe they have just one real harper here. They start playing after
day's works are done."

"Then we'll dance after dinner." She was honestly and truly enjoying
the evening with him; it was romantic and thoughtful and he had made
such an effort just to make this evening special that it warmed her
completely. It showed in her eyes as she gazed at him. "And perhaps,
spend the rest of the night together?"

"I hope you know your folk dances," G'nir grinned and replied to her
first words. His own upbringing involved learning wide variety of
dances, including the folksy ones too. "Isn't that the goal of
dates?" he asked, delighted in his success. He really had put his
heart into the effort.

Though she didn't say it, all that Rorela felt for him was in her eyes
as she squeezed his hand. She wasn't ready to say it, but her
expression and the feeling was there for him to see.

G'nir responded to her squeeze and was about to say something when
Weadmon returned with their food.

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