She had seen the vague surprise in the young man’s face, just a flicker that, like a finger of smoke, appeared and then promptly disappeared in the blink of an eye. Little did the candidate know that she hadn’t actually spoken to his cousin in some time, that she had been rather distant towards him as of late. Not from any slight that A’ric had presented to her, mind you, but the facts remained the facts. If the lad had any questions for her regarding the bronzerider, she would dutifully tell him as was her duty to a family member. But beyond that, she could give no definite answers, and for that, she was… for a change, remorseful. She rarely felt guilt or remorse for things, being who she was, but now she did. Here was the cousin of a man she called friend, and she could tell him surprisingly little about the older man. Perhaps she needed to change that, and soon, she told herself with a faint ghost of a frown before firmly bringing herself back into the present, back into the conversation at hand. And luckily enough for her, Varric had opted to speak at that moment, making sure that she paid attention to his words without actually knowing that he was doing so.
She listened as the young man explained that indeed, he was a candidate, she could feel, for a split second, her breath catch in her throat. So, she had been correct, she thought with a hint of bitterness as she realized her jealousy for the opportunity that she had been denied. But she couldn’t allow herself to feel this jealousy, not at the moment, she told herself firmly. “Well, congratulations are in order, then,” she told him, offering a warm smile and hoping beyond hope that he didn’t meet the same unfortunate fate that she had. But she knew what the chances of Impressing later in life were. Dragons, from what she had seen, seemed to prefer younger candidates, those who weren’t already so set in their ways that the customs of the Weyr were so foreign to them. But perhaps Varric would be different, she told herself with a smile. Blood often told, after all, and the young man was the cousin of a bronzerider. That in and of itself spoke of his potential for greatness, and perhaps the dragons would be able to see that just as easily as she had. “And best of luck to you when a clutch becomes available,” she added, almost as an afterthought, her smile growing just a bit as she wondered what sort of dragon would find him suitable. Ah, here she was, already trying to pair him to a beast when she barely knew anything about him.
He listened to her spin her tale then, and for a moment, she found it amusing that the two of them had met like this. He was from a family of miners, people who provided her own trade with the ore that they worked, fashioned into many different things. Weapons, armor, the finest of jewelry if they were provided silver and gold. Perhaps it was something akin to what the ancients had called ‘destiny’ or ‘fate’ that had brought her and the young man to this position, she thought with a slight smile as she finished her story, Her eyes falling to the ground for a moment as she remembered the circumstances that had brought her here. He spoke then, apologizing for her never Impressing and telling her that she would have done well on a dragon’s back. She scoffed for a moment, smiling a bit as she glanced back up at Varric. “Let’s not kid ourselves here. If I would have done well on a dragon, I would have Impressed,” she commented idly, chuckling a bit to show him that she was merely joking at the moment before deciding to answer his next question. “As for why I chose to stay, I have too much here to go back to Telgar, tail between my legs. Friends, and good ones at that, with more showing up every moment.”
He spoke again soon after that, answering her own questions so as not to appear rude. She listened to what he had to say rather intently, wishing to know more about the young man and, by extension, perhaps learn more about A’ric as well. Ah, so his mother was a vintner, and his father a miner… so he was definitely from the same sort of stock as her friend, at least where one side of his family was concerned. Interesting, however, that he had been Searched so far from his home, but she didn’t bother to comment on it just yet. As he finished, explaining that he had taken to A’ric as a youngster and followed after him, trying to attach himself to his cousin’s side and ended up choosing his craft based on what his cousin had been. She laughed a bit, shaking her head slightly before looking the young man in the eye. “Well, I can easily see why you took to him,” she commented lightly, smiling warmly before speaking again, not wanting a moment of awkward silence to pass. “Did you enjoy it? Being a miner, that is. I became a smith to prove to my family that I was worth every moment of my father’s praise. I suppose that I botched it by becoming a candidate, though Father never acted disappointed to have a prospective dragonrider in the family.”
.::|::. D'aen of Rhovanioth