Moving Slow

Writers: Anika, Tyr
Date Posted: 1st February 2015

Characters: Symion, Geirlene
Description: Symion makes his move with Geirlene.
Location: Vintner Hall
Date: month 11, day 1 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Gautrek

Geirlene made her way back from the river laden with a basket of
freshly caught fish, anticipating her uncle's pleased expression when
she placed his supper before him this evening. She knew just how she
was going to prepare the dish and which herbs she would use. Utterly
involved in her meal plans she didn't hear anyone approaching.

"You looked quite pleased with yourself today," Symion stated coming
up beside the girl.

"Oh! You startled me, Symion," she replied her cheeks turning pink.

"If it always makes you blush so prettily I might have to do so more
often," he replied with a big smile.

His words just brought more warmth to her cheeks, and she couldn't
help but return his smile with one of her own as she looked up into
his handsome face. "I just purchased some fish for our supper tonight,
freshly caught," she said lifting the basket.

"Here let me take that for you."

"Oh, no you needn't do that," she countered, refusing to relinquish her hold.

"Oh yes, I must," he replied, teasingly, covering her hand with his
and caressing it before taking the woven container. "Or my mother's
training will be for naught."

His touch made her tingle and she looked down to hide her reaction.
Symion was always charming, but he seemed to be getting just slightly
more forward each time they met and she wasn't quite sure what to make
of that. He was nice and she liked him, but she didn't know if his
attention was just friendly or meant to be more. Even more confusing
to the girl was the fact that she didn't know which she hoped for.

"Well, for your mother's sake then, you may carry it."

"Thank you, from both of us," he chuckled. "The weather seems to have
turned," Symion noted. "It's nice to see the sun out."

"Oh isn't it, though? I'm so excited for spring and summer. I think
the mountains must be beautiful come summer."

"They are, though spring is lovely, too. Actually, I was hoping to
show you how lovely. If next restday is as nice as today would you
like to have a picnic with me?"

Geirlene's large green eyes grew even wider in surprise, "Oh, I
couldn't, not without asking Uncle Gautrek and certainly not without a
chaperon."

"Of course, not," Symion replied as if he had expected this response,
though he had not. "I just wanted to ask you before I asked your
uncle and I would certainly find an appropriate chaperon."

"Well, I, I don't know," she stammered. Was Symion asking to court
her? "I, I suppose. If Uncle Gautrek says it's okay."

Symion grinned at his success. They'd arrived at Gautrek's cot and he
rather hoped Geirlene might invite him in. "I'll ask him tomorrow."

"Okay," she answered softly, reaching for the basket. "Thanks for
your help, I'll uh, see you soon."

Relinquishing the basket, Symion watched the girl enter her home,
mildly disappointed. He'd thought he might angle for a quick chaste
kiss, just a little something for her to think about. Ah well, there
was plenty of time. The chase was always the best part, anyway.
Well, maybe not the _best_ part but he'd need to move slowly here.
Geirlene was no laundry drudge after all.

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