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She listened intently as he spoke. As she did so, it was obvious that her mind was a little split. Part of her was back in the barracks, sleeping soundly. Even if she felt it when Passerith twitched, or flinched at some hidden fear the green possessed. Each time, Keket sent soothing feelings towards the green. She knew that if she was present in the room, her hands would be on that green hide, petting and comforting. As it was, she did what she could for her Bonded.

The part of her that was listening to M’ket’s story did find it interesting to hear. Growing up in a Weyr and then moving to the Harper Hall, she couldn’t quite fathom the societal niceties that governed the smaller Holds. Certain ways things had always been done, and as such should continue being done. Weyr’s were by nature a bit more liberal about certain things. Especially things like relationships. And the Harper Hall was generally accepted as being the most forward thinking of the crafts.

As he admitted to freedom though, she had to think about what exactly his life must have been like before, and the consideration made her frown on behalf of her new friend. She grew up a Weyrbrat, and as long as they behaved and did their lessons, even the Harper Hall was rather loose at times. She had never felt trapped. As he finished his food, she took the chance to glance around the room. She was a bit surprised to see the amount of people present, and realized they had slipped a bit into their own little world. And she didn’t really mind.

As he turned the question around to her, she thought about it for a moment. ”At first, I would say yes. But now that I’ve Impressed….I didn’t realize there was something missing until that gap was filled. I will have no regrets about not being a Harper. I am looking forward to growing and taking care of Passerith.” She smiled warmly at the very thought, letting those feelings envelop her being until looking at him. Another light warmth leaked in, and she wondered what it was, where it came from. Perhaps some residue of clutchmates, she wasn’t sure. And she found herself matching his pleasant smile.

((@eloaene, #Mket))