S'lye nodded, taking the bowl Lupus and eaten from and motioning the brownrider to follow him to the kitchenette and dining nook
not far from where they were. They passed by his fellis tree, where Nox and Lumos were now quietly draped over the branches with their tails intertwined, so that he could retrieve their bowls as well. Noticing the sun was still facing that wall of the building and warming the room, S'lye turned to his companion, "I enjoy making friends as well,
he commented, giving her a half-smile because he would have been more than happy to have her eat with him in that mind than as a potential romantic partner as his dragon wanted him to find, "as do my firelizards. If you would like, Lupus and Spirit may remain here in the sunning area while we eat."
he offered, turning to a large enclosure that had its own doors and open side. Within were no other gemlizards at the time, though it had been built to offer housing to several should he need to care for someone else's long term. It was clear that there was no way for any type of pet, save gemlizards, to enter and exit without the main doors being opened. S'lye wouldn't have been offended, however, if Lerina's pets remained with her. His own S'lye had trained to stay out of the Kitchenette when there was company or when he was eating.
He made quick work of getting to his kitchen, passing through the large, open space that served for an area where pets could lounge about and mingle if they wished. His own room was large and a dedicated space for himself, since most of his apartment had been set up with visitors in mind should their pets be remaining with him for a time. Often it was Weyrlings who would visit when they were allowed during the first months of their time as newly-Impressed people. That was the other reason his bedroom door remained locked almost all of the time. And also why his apartment door was almost always open or unlocked as well.
At the small four-person table that was rarely used to seat more people than that, despite the two ends that could be used as seating areas, S'lye pulled out the woman's chair but didn't wait around to push it in as she sat. Instead he went to his stove and pushed the soup pot farther away from the flames warming it. S'lye filled two large bowls with a generous helping of soup, sprinkled some last minute garnishing herbs on top
and placed them on the table in front of two place settings. Two drinks quickly followed, one of water and the other of juice, for each of them. Beneath the scent of soup was that of a carafe of fresh klah warming for later. He sat across from Lerina, it being less intimate that way than sitting directly beside her with three open spaces available. In the center of the table was day old crusty sourdough bread rolls
he had acquired from one of the Weyr's bakers the day before in return for a check up on his feline (she had been fine, but the man had insisted on paying him with fresh bread).
S'lye sat upright in his chair, giving the woman a nod to eat first. His mother had always taught him that a woman broke bread first. It was simply more polite that way and even in his family household his mother and sister would eat before himself and his father. With his father passed however, it turned to S'lye to uphold the family's honorable traditions. Normally he would have offered some of her mead to his dinner companion, but given that the invitation had not been a planned one S'lye didn't offer. At least he wouldn't yet. While he waited for the woman to eat first, he bowed his head and gave his own sort of thanks as his father had taught him as a young boy, "Thank Faranth that I might have this meal at a Weyr, where my dragon broke shell and made my life complete. May it help me to continue to serve the Weyr in my full capacity."
the words were spoken under his breath though S'lye knew Lerina could have heard him if she were listening for him to speak.
Once she had taken her first bite S'lye picked up his spoon and ate as well, his stomach warming rapidly with the hearty soup. It wasn't as though he didn't like the Dining Hall food, but he did rather enjoy cooking for himself on occasion. That, and he often using the dinner hour to feed the pets in his care and his own firelizards as well. The soup was full of all sorts of vegetables, anything he could get his hands on, beans, meat and herbs in a tomato based, vegetable and meat flavored broth. In the bottom of the pot it had cooked in was a bone he had let simmer, releasing the meaty marrow flavor as well. "Please, eat your fill. There is enough for seconds and thirds if you find yourself still hungry."
S'lye offered, knowing how much riders could eat, especially after a day's hard work.
Do you forgive me, yet?
Vaerisyth chimed in, sounding contrite as he could, despite his pleasure at his rider having dinner with the brownrider.
Yes, but I am not happy that you went behind my back. She is a woman of rank after all, so that made it all the more inappropriate for you to ask without my say so.
he told the chimera, keeping his expression clear of his irritation with the dragon.
Friends are good too... for now.
S'lye didn't respond. Friends were all he wanted from anyone. Even the people he bedded had remained friends since he was 18 turns... the man had simply not found someone he wanted a romantic relationship with... one day he would, but Lerina was another of those friends he wanted to keep as 'just friends'. Thankfully it seemed she was of the same mind which made the chimerarider relax and be more comfortable. He appreciated that mindset in a woman.
Animals know. They know how a soul is stitched together.
They know what it's made of before anyone else gets a clue.
And only the bravest people dare own a pet,
Who would tell the world the kind of soul they are in private.