Spellbinding -- {Varric / Ember}

Despite being new, this dining hall is very similar to the one back at old Atricis, giving a familiarity to the new Weyr. It is one large, central cavern carved out from the side of the cliff with many tables of varying sizes and seat numbers. The kitchens are attached, and there is a set of stairs leading down into the lower caverns.
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Sun Mar 04, 2018 9:25 am

It had been two...or was it three days since she'd arrived... Everything had happened so fast, it was all a blur to her now. Her parents caravan had stopped in Atricis a few days ago, she'd been reunited with her brother and then had her toddler sister hoisted into her care and her parents took off once more for Walled. Daela couldn't help but wonder as she watched them go...if it was going to be the last time she saw them. She didn't want to bring down Darrow though, not when they finally got to be together again, the team back together, so she kept her doubts and fears to herself.

With her parents gone, it was her responsibility to care for Darlla, and even with the help of her brother, it would take some time adjusting to this new life. Darrow had made sure she got a meeting with the Headwoman, lovely lady who gave her a spare room and made sure there was a place in the creche for Darlla, but life in the Weyr was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. It was all so overwhelming that first day, and she'd fallen into her new bed exhausted with Darlla curled up with her. The next morning, they'd sought out the creche and checked in with the woman who'd be caring for the toddler, since Daela would be expected to earn her keep in the Halls. After the creche, she found her ways to Halls and get herself situated there. It was hard to tell where she'd start and what she'd do for the Weyr, but Daela wasn't the sort to shirk her duties.

In the midst of all the changes, she couldn't remember the last time she had a hot meal and cool drink to satisfy her grumbling belly, to have a moment all to herself in this ocean of a new life. It had been hard to silence her gift and all the emotions that waged within her, hard to tell which ones were her own, but she clung onto herself for the sake of Darlla, to do right by her parents and stay strong while they were away. She kept her head around Darrow the most so far, feeding from his calm demeanor, from his suredness of the life he'd already spent within these lives, so she tried to learn from him. If Darrow could do this life, live in this Weyr and their customs, then so could she.

She arrived in the Dining Hall during the peak hours of dinner it seemed, as the people seemed to ebb and flow all around her, and Daela just ducked her head and went through the same motions everyone else seemed to be doing. Grab a plate, pile on the food, get a drink and then turn to find a table. There were very few spaces left, and so she moved to the first one she found, smiling softly at the table before settling in for her first real meal in days. As hungry as she was, it didn't last long, the bites taken one after another after another, until surprisingly her plate was cleaned. Dae hadn't realized just how hungry she was until she started eating...and once she was finished, she leaned back and stared with confusion at the empty plate. It had been delicious, but she couldn't really remember eating all of it...hadn't there just been some tubers there a second ago? Oh well...There was always breakfast to savor in the morning... or perhaps, if she felt a little decadent, she might try to find something sweet to finish the night with. A sweet roll or slice of redfruit pie... Mmmm, it was making her hungry again already.

However, something else caught her attention. The pluck of a guitar string, the rhythm of a drum, and Daela instantly found herself alert, dark eyes moving about the room to find the source. As the evening was winding down now, the Dining Hall seemed to turn into the communal gathering place and a small band of harpers had set up at one end of the room for a little ambient music. She couldn't help herself, she pushed out of her seat and graceful steps took her closer to the sound, her hips subtly weaving around the tables. Already she felt the pull, the thrill of the music moving through her veins, the emotions of the room flowing into her. There was comfort and content, cheer and playfulness, with an underlying tone of exhaustion, yet nothing that a good evening spent with friends couldn't cure. It was intoxicating, infectious, and as she moved deeper into the Hall, she couldn't help but get tangled up in the feelings.

To the music, her hips began to move, they swayed side to side and her hand slowly rose up her sides as she strode toward where the band was playing. When she neared, she paused for only a brief moment, a little push of confidence needed before moving past that last table and into the space just in front of the band. The young woman let the dancer out then, closing her eyes and taking a moment to breathe in the rhythm, the melody, the emotions, and she just let her body do what it does best. When the music and emotions flowed through her, there was no stopping it until the song ended, her hips moved to the rhythm, her feet danced out the beat, her arms and hands sweeping with the melody, just letting the aura of the song fuel her movements. And it felt goooood. She hadn't really danced since they left the Seahold, and their tour had been cut short, so this felt amazing and freeing. She felt alive.

And all too soon, the song ended and the feeling faded...

Her eyes fluttered open once more as the spell ended, her senses returned and she was back in the Dining Hall. She hadn't really expected to be noticed in the crowd, but there were a few claps of applause, though it could have been for the harpers as well. Always poised though, Daela did give a slight bow before she ducked off to the side though, feeling a soft blush rising to her cheeks as she moved away. Had she really just done that? In front of everyone? Oh dear... Dae scurried off to the side of the room then, smiling softly to those who's gaze met her own, but otherwise she was looking for a place where she could just blend in once more.
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The Weyr was spectacular in Vare's opinion. There was so much to do and see and do... His eyes traveled over a particular figure as it moved past him, and he smiled in delight as the woman looked over her shoulder at him and winked. Oh, yes, he was enjoying the awakening of his new found pleasures now that he was at home. While the Hold would always be his place of origin, he knew without a doubt that this is where he belonged. Here he could be himself, he could enjoy himself and what he liked without worry about what the rest of the people around him thought. There was no judgement here. If he decided one night he wanted to enjoy a man, he could. A woman the next, no problem. There was just one little hitch to all of that, and it came in the form of having to be sneaky about it, because he was a candidate, and technically speaking, he wasn't even supposed to be contemplating who he was going to sleep with or what he wanted them to do to him.

He knew he wasn't the only one though. So either the rules were being broken without fear of consequence, there were no consequences, or he was just playing with fire and his ass was going to seriously be burned in the long run. He was just brave and stupid enough to think that he would never get caught, but... well, he knew if A'ric ever found out, he would come to a crossroads as to whether or not he should stop, or just find other ways around the rules. Disappointing A'ric, or the idea of it, scared him more than the idea of upsetting his own father, and he loved the man as much as he did the rest of his family. It had never failed though, he looked up to his cousin like some extension of himself, and while some might look at that as something unhealthy, he just saw it as something to aspire to.

Someday. Because Vare was nothing if not young and a touch wild and he wanted to enjoy that part of himself while it was still at the point in life where it wanted to roam free a little bit. One day that might change, he just didn't want it to be anytime soon.

Hearing the harpers play, he thought nothing of it. They always played, always, but this time he followed along with the tapping of his foot and glanced in the direction of the little corner where they were set up... and he felt his throat catch on something he was certain he needed in order to breathe right. Whoever that was, up and dancing to the rhythm, she was exquisite, pure perfection, like nothing he had ever seen before and his heart threatened to crack free from his chest just to get to her. He placed a hand over it, tried to calm the sudden frantic thrum of it against his ribs but it wouldn't be silence, it wouldn't stop screaming to get closer to her. It was so sudden and unexpected he felt a jolt of fear in his gut.

What the fuck was he feeling? That should be lust and instead it felt like his heart couldn't be contained in the small little cavity it rested in. He was confused, and that was putting it mildly. Who was this woman, and what was she weaving over him that he would be thrown into such a confusing little bundle of unknown emotion? Whatever was the case, he was on his feet as the music neared its end, and her movements came to a stillness. He wasn't even aware that he was following her until the movements of his feet took on a desperate pattern on the floor and fear interlaced with the howl of his blood in his ears. If she got away, and he never saw her again, he would never have answers and he couldn't have that. The little binding she had over him, almost like Impression, hadn't been broken when her dance had ended. He needed to know what it was and more importantly, what it was.

When she came into view again, he lifted his hand, hoping to grab his attention, and he sucked in air through his teeth when he realized just how beautiful she was. She might not be looked at that way by everyone, but he thought he'd never seen someone so lovely before in his life. She could be his he thought, his heart hammering with each step, making it sound like the Weyr was shaking as he moved. When he reached her, he thought he would know what to say but instead, the smoothest words he'd ever heard his mouth produced spilled from his tongue and he stood there in stunned silence after. "And never again will he set his eyes on a treasure as beautiful as the one that had swayed through the night, capturing the heart of the man that stood before her, enraptured by the sweet air that embraced her like the very vision of tenderness she pressed upon his conscious mind..."
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Tue Mar 06, 2018 12:34 am

For a moment in time, she forgot all about the crowds, the whole Dining Hall seemed to fade away and there was only her and the music. The harpers played into it for her, they made it last and let the notes linger just a little longer and Daela soaked it all up like a hungry babe. She needed this, more than anything in the chaos of all this change, she needed to remember what it felt like to feel so free. And so she danced, she let the rhythm and melody carry her away, and with it went all the worries and woes.

Unfortunately, that feeling couldn't last forever, and as the song died down, the rest of the world came flooding back and with it came the fluttering of nerves once more as well. Daela blushed softly as she exited, tried to make herself unobtrusive as she wound her way back through the tables, keeping her head down once more. She could feel it emanating through Hall, the awe and surprise of such a performance on a casual night, and many people wanted to stop her and comment to her. Ever the Lady, she paused briefly, enough to say a 'Thank you' before moving on once more. She wanted something for her suddenly dry throat, needed something soothing her nerves. Klah, she wanted klah...that should help, right?

However, before she could reach the big pots of klah that remained true over the hearth of any Hold, Hall or Weyr, there was another blocking her path. For a brief moment, she could feel him before she saw him, her own heart skipping a beat all while thudding hard inside her chest, her palms suddenly growing slick and the confusion and desires that swarmed through her. Daela recognized they were not her own though, there was nothing that would have set her off like that, and as she was once again stopped by an admirer. As she turned toward him though, she was admittedly a bit surprised by what she saw. From the nervous sort of feeling she got from him, she was not expecting a man of his stature, or of his...well, attractiveness. One such as him would be more assured of himself, wouldn't he? But for her, he seemed to be all a flutter and didn't seem to know why. It was rude to know that much about him though, and it's not as though she had done it on purpose, he seemed to be radiating these emotions it was hard to fathom that no one else could sense them.

Daela was always pleasant though, and as she brushed off the feeling of his fluttering, a gracious smile spread across her lips. Despite how much she wanted to slip back unnoticed into the crowd, she was always polite to any admirer. However, the words that flowed from him seemed to catch her even more off guard as the prose of praise and adoration washed over her. Those were not what she had expected to hear, nothing nearly so sweet from a man she'd never seen before. There had once or twice been an admirer who tried to sweet talk her, but this gentleman had simply taken the cake in one fell swoop.

The young woman couldn't help the way her cheeks grew a little more rosy as she dipped her head to the side, almost sheepishly. How could someone say something like that upon first greeting? And...what did she say in return? She could feel her heart pounding inside her chest....or was it his still? Daela took a moment, breathing slowly inward as if to calm herself, find herself once more under the layer of his own emotions. "Truly, you are too kind sir, though I do appreciate the sentiment." The harper said softly, giving a slight curtsy of propriety at the acknowledgement. Prim and proper. Be a Lady, always a Lady. Just like mother had taught her to be.

With that, she thought it would be over, she thought the young man would go on his way and she gave him a polite nod and then turned toward the pots of klah once more.
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Tue Mar 13, 2018 2:20 am

He had anticipated some grand return of affection. Expected it even. It had always worked that way. Give a girl a few pretty words and she melted in his hands. It was always that way, and he'd never had it happen another way. So when it didn't work out that way, and rather it happened quite the opposite, something jarring happened for Vare - he froze, and stared at her, not in the way he had up until approaching her either. He wasn't sure what to do or say in response. He knew better than to touch her, and he knew better than to force the issue, but why couldn't she see that he'd put his heart into those words to try and woo her to his side? How could she not hear their sincerity and return the affection he'd tried displaying to her? It wasn't as if he'd been insincere, he'd been perfectly genuine to her.

He swallowed an unexpected lump down, trying to figure out what he should do next. Maybe another word, another two words, perhaps his words hadn't been enough for her? Maybe she required words that weren't so over the top? That had to be it! Now he was starting to think of what to say, rather than coming up with them on the fly, because he'd done that once before and it hadn't worked the way he wanted, so why try and allow them to flow. He knew when to change up tactics, and that was the attempt he was going to make this time around. Go for something different, he told himself, go for something that might work out better for him this time around.

The words came easily enough to him. Something a little pretty, a little dashing, a little sophisticated. Perhaps they would be the ones to have her swooning in his arms. Slowly he repeated them in his head, picking them apart, ensuring that they would fit the situation and hopefully take her heart from her, place it in his hands, where he would treasure it, keep it safe and tucked away tight... Wait, where were those thoughts coming from? Is that what he wanted? What was going on? When did this become about hearts and keeping them safe? What about his own? Is that what was making his chest hurt so much when she'd all but rejected him just a moment ago?

Now he wasn't certain if his words would be adequate or not. But he had to say them, had to get them off his chest. Maybe then the ache would go away and he'd feel better about things. He swallowed again, felt the sticky lump remain pressed against his throat. He was going to have to push past it and just speak. "But it isn't a sentiment, woman of my heart. It is the truth, spoken from the depths of my soul, said with the sincerity of a man that has seen the golden depths of the sun and would gladly look upon it again if only to see the light of your splendor radiating forth forever more."
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Tue Mar 20, 2018 10:21 pm

The harper had turned to leave, thinking the man might catch on that she wasn't as interested in him as he obviously was in her. Sure, he was handsome, did anyone really have a right to be that handsome? But he didn't even know her and already he was professing such things? Perhaps he was a budding harper of prose? In that case, she was likely just a social experiment to see if it would really work on a real girl. Did he expect it to? Yes, she already knew the answer to that the moment her curt reply seemed to give him a moment of pause, disbelief that she'd brushed him off.

Daela tried to use this moment of befuddlement to slip off back to the klah plot, and she moved slowly, a flicker of a glance given to him as she brushed passed him, but it seemed that she'd only served to bring him out of the silent reverie of shock. He turned to her and spoke once more, his words causing her own steps to falter. He was...serious too, she could feel it. He didn't know why he was serious about the way he felt though, she could feel that too. The question in his heart, with the look of a man lost in his eyes. Suddenly, Daela didn't know what to do either. No one...no one had ever spoken to her like this, said such wonderful things to her and truly meant them. Why him? Why her? Why now, in the middle of the dining hall, in this strange Weyr? Was this just some cruel trick of the goddess to have such a handsome stranger fall so completely head over heels for her upon sight alone? Because goddess above, he was handsome and she could look upon that face for hours and never tire of it.

What was she thinking?! No. No Daela. This is only supposed to be temporary, she wasn't supposed to find someone to fall in love with or anything. Just keep her head down, keep out of everyone's way and when her parents returned she would have no ties to sever when she left. Standing up a little straighter, the young woman seemed to find solid ground once more as she faced him, though there was still a faint flush upon her cheeks. "Be careful of the sun, for such beauty can blind a man when they gaze upon her for too long, and though her rays provide a warmth untold, linger too long and one will feel her burn." She heard herself say, the words coming without a thought to her lips, and while they carried their own warning, there was something decidedly coy about her tone. Was she, flirting with him? Wait, but she thought she was going to find a way out of this, not encourage him!
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Fri Mar 23, 2018 6:02 pm

He had been afraid she would turn him away, send him off without a word, and he had wondered if he would have to give chase. Or would he have let her flee into the night? Let her light dim for another day until he was able to bathe in her glory and warmth once more? Those worries and concerns held no salt however, or so it seemed, as she turned to him and spoke such sweetness that his heart started to beat, rather than stutter, and he was certain he was going to fly to the moons and back! He would have taken up her hand if such a thing were possible, but since he didn't dare touch her - not for sure of her running away necessarily, but out of respect for her instead - he kept his hands to himself, one at his side, the other over his hammering heart, which continued to try to get to her, needing to be with her. Oh, why couldn't he understand its present condition, why couldn't he understand what he was feeling?

His hand still curled over his heart, as though trying to gather it up, wanting to gift it to her, thinking that might take the ache away, the traitorous ache, he spoke with such conviction that even he was surprised by his words. "My sweetness, for even the merest burn would be soothed when I close my eyes against your light. It would be enough to give me a moment's shelter, and then I would open them again, and gladly suffer the greatest of agonies, knowing that I would get to witness your brilliance once more, and never again would I be able to close them. Never again would I want to. I would want them open forever upon you. Let my eyes burn, let my skin peel away. If those are the consequences for being able to see you, oh beautiful sun, each and every day, then I shall give myself over to you with abandon."
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Even if she wasn't gifted, it was hard to miss the wave of relief that seemed to wash over him at her encouraging words. Why had she said them though? She couldn't afford to get tangled up in any sort of flirting, which led to...other things that she had very little experience with and she meant to keep it that way for a little while longer at least. When her gaze flickered up at the handsome stranger though, she knew why she had, sweet goddess had blessed this man with the most charming features, and the words that dripped like honey from those lips...uugh, it wasn't fair.

Daela allowed herself a moment to listen to his sweet words though, soaking them up in a way she never had before. They sent a blush to her cheeks, the feelings of sincerity from him only making her cheeks that much warmer. There was a flutter that began in her stomach and suddenly, she could barely look at him without feeling a soft giggle rising in her throat. The young woman was just beginning to wonder what had come over her, but something about what he said gave her a moment of pause, the slightest hesitation as her gaze flickered to him, then away again just as quickly. Did he just, talk about eyes burning, and skin peeling? That part may not have worked quite as well as he was hoping it would, perhaps even just that step a little too far that caused her to retreat back just a little. Even as he called her beautiful once more and the flutter seemed to return, she kept herself reserved under his charms, though she couldn't help the warmth in her cheeks when he smiled at her like that.

Oh dear, No Daela, you should really put an end to this, you can't let this happen, it would only lead to ruin. Mother wouldn't approve of this, you're to be betrothed to another prominent line back in Walled, not led astray by a handsome face and sweet words in this free-thinking Weyr. She was tempted though, so tempted by the thought of breaking all the rules laid down by her Mother, to throw caution to the wind and give into this young man. Even if she wanted to though, Daela didn't know the first thing about what to do, and she certainly didn't have any aspirations to find out with a complete stranger. So no matter how handsome he was, she knew her resolve would last and this chance meeting would remain just that, despite how hard he tried, or what sort of tempting words came from those sinful lips.

"Please, I am not worthy of such praise, or such consequences. I am but a humble harper, a dancer to the melodies, and thankful that you enjoyed the performance, but that is all I have to give, kind sir." The southerner said softly, the slightest dip of her head in a sign of respect. "You ask for the sun, but I cannot give you that. You ask for my heart, but how I am to give it so freely as you?" The young woman glanced up at him for a moment, feeling that fluttering her chest returning when their eyes met, and she knew it wasn't just her own either. "One day soon, you'll spy another lovely lady, and I will have just become a shadow of memory in light of her majesty." Daela added, her own subtle way of adding a jibe at the young man for his hedonistic side.
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Tue Apr 24, 2018 1:27 am

But didn't she see that she was so much more than that to him? He couldn't explain why, he really couldn't, and he wished he could. The words, if there were any, were stuck in his throat, in the recesses of his mind, existing and yet not in ways that he simply couldn't touch upon. He just didn't understand. He had never felt this way before, not about a woman, not about a man. He found her to be perfect in every way, spellbinding and yet it wasn't even about some conjuring she'd placed upon him. It was past that, and that much he knew at least. He was seeing something in her that attracted him, and that was another thing he could acknowledge - an attraction that wanted to sink past the surface layers and linger in the depths of what existed beyond her beauty. He wanted to know her as a person, he wanted to know what made her tick, he wanted to figure out what it was that was drawing him to her. But it was difficult to get past what he knew now - the flirtations and the lust, the getting into beds and furs with ease - when that is all he'd ever encountered. The book of woo was a myth to him, something he'd never heard about or touched, and yet right now, he wanted to search for it, read its contents, and learn what he had to in order to win her hand and her heart.

"But there is no other I wish to grant my heart to, sweetness. There is no other heart I wish to settle upon but your own. Nestled with it, mine would surely beat a fine tune to rival any masterpiece the Masterharper could compose." Even now it attempted to do just that, beating so dramatically in his chest that he was surprised she couldn't see it thump-thump-thump through the cloth of his tunic. "Please, Dancer of my Heart, I don't know what I'll do if you slip away from my fingers, from my life, from this chance I'm asking of you. No, you don't know me, and you have no reason to trust me either, I will give you that in full. But I give you my word that I have no intention to press my heart, a heart I no longer own, to my sleeve for just any to pluck and keep. It is yours, it sits with the one that rests in your chest, whether you feel it there or not." He was certain he was going to shake if she turned him down, not cry because he did no such thing, but shake because Faranth help him, he was a fool in love that didn't know it when faced with it.
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Tue Apr 24, 2018 4:42 am

Oh how the goddess tempted her with such cruel trickery, to throw this handsome man at her feet and have him practically begging for her favor. The poetic words dripped from his lips like honey and she could feel the way his heart pined, could practically feel the way it tried to leap from his chest and it caused her own to flutter. This sort of thing didn't just happen to her though, this was the making of some harpers' tale and she'd never cast herself for the leading lady, this had to be some sort of trick...it couldn't be real.

Yet there he was, staring back at her with eyes the color of the sky and hair that just begged for her fingers to run through it and a face that seemed chiseled from marble by the greatest sculptors. Seriously, how did anyone have the right to be as handsome as he was and she inwardly groaned at the unfairness of it. He could have anyone in the Weyr, anyone on Pern he wanted because he was that handsome and charming, and there he was, his heart in his hands and offering all of him to her without a second thought.

It was...too good to be true.

"I..." The young woman started, but the rest of the words didn't come out. Did she even know what to say to that profession of devotion, should she thank him, or tell him he must be crazy? Sweet Jyniath, she wanted to give in, to give him a chance to get to know her, to learn his name even so she could call upon him again...to give him her own name, so he may seek her out again soon. But where would that lead? Down a path she couldn't afford to tread, and she knew it. Dear sweet, handsome stranger, please forgive her.

"I...wish I could give you what you ask for." Daela started again, her tone slightly wavering as that secret desire leaked through the words, yet the young woman stood up a little straighter and met the clear blue eyes of the young man. "But I can't. My life is not mine to give away so openly and I am not long for this Weyr." The southerner continued, some of the poise and prose falling away as she faced him, trying to convey that what he so desperately hoped for, would never come to pass. "It's better to spare us the pains of loss, if we never even know what it was we lost." She tried, but there was the slightest glimmer in her spiced eyes as she felt the twang already lancing across his heart and instead of caving to it, the young woman took a deep breath and strengthened her resolve. "So...please..." Daela whispered under her breath as her gaze moved shamefully away.

"I...wont forget this though, or your kind words." The southerner added, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips and the slightest hint of rose on her cheeks as she replayed a few moments in her mind, felt the tug of his heart and knew she had at least left him with something positive then. "Thank you." Daela whispered, a bashful glimpse toward the handsome stranger, one last look at the man who had promised himself to her. Perhaps... maybe, just maybe... one day...

The dancer turned from him then, and this time she didn't expect him to follow her either. It took every ounce of will power not to look over her shoulder, for she could already feel it in her heart as if she'd just plunged the dagger into her own chest instead of his. I'm sorry... She whispered in her mind, and trusted in her feet to weave her into the crowd of the dining hall and out into the fresh air of the Yard.


To be continued... ^.~
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Fri May 04, 2018 2:14 am

He was tired, and there was no chance of sleeping anytime soon. He wasn't sure why he wasn't sleeping well, only that it wasn't coming to him like it was supposed to. There were no dreams haunting him, and there wasn't anything that was supposed to be going on during the day that was following him into his sleep. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he hadn't had sex in almost a sevenday, but what should that really matter? He thought about it and wrinkled his face, not understanding why he wasn't going out there and trying to get a little something in between classes and chores when he'd fought so hard before to bend the rules and sneak around. Unbidden, a flashed of a particular face came to mind, and felt his knees grow weak, and his heart begin to throb in his chest, and why was his blood suddenly warm and racing through his veins? He still didn't understand why his entire body, his emotions as well, reacted the way that they did whenever thoughts of Dancer of his Heart came about, only that they did, and he wasn't sure what to make about it all.

He made his way to the common room of the barracks and flopped down on one of the couches there. Maybe he could take a little nap, just a tiny closing of the eyes, before getting up and moving on. It wasn't like he was being lazy, just taking a bit if a kitty nap. He had done most of his chores for the day, there were no other lessons for now, why not take a bit of a wink or two? He folded his hands over his stomach and looked up at the ceiling, contemplating a few things as he did so. But his mind didn't wander for long, and soon enough he'd fallen asleep, waking up a few moments later when he'd heard the scrape of heel against stone, and he opened his eyes to turn his head. Someone was there, stepping inside and he wasn't sure who but... He sat up and rubbed his face, stood up. Might as well stand and greet whoever it was, welcome to them, be nice and warm and kind since he was the only one there at the moment. If only he was paying attention to his heart's song as if vibrated to the familiar sensation of its home so close by...
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