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The first kiss

Writers: Paula
Date Posted: 30th April 2008

Characters: N'mor, Aishara
Description: N'mor receives his first kiss during the Hatching Feast, from Aishara!
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 25 of Turn 4


Aishara

Aishara

It was quite fascinating to watch the Hatching from the Stands. So far, N'mor had only taken part to hatchings as a candidate. But now he had a dragon who called him his own and he could just watch and enjoy the show.
He cheered with others when egg cracked open and the newly hatched dragonet found its lifemate. He felt sympathy for those who left standing. He knew exactly how they felt.

}: One day we will watch our hatchlings emerge, :{ Kedvencth said, eyes swirling.

N'mor glanced to the direction of the still not full grown bronze. ** Not in many Turns yet, ** he dampened his eagerness a bit. They weren't even graduated yet, and Ked was already planning to catch queens!

~*~
N'mor had a glass of wine in his hand and he was looking around himself at the hatching feast. The wine was too sour to him, and he wasn't really drinking it. But the full glass prevented others from pushing him 'something to drink'. He rather kept his head clear. The harpers were starting to play dance tunes. The young rider wondered if he had the courage to ask anybody to dance. His eyes fell on young woman, few Turns older than he. She looked familiar, he was sure he had seen her around, but he didn't know her name. Taking a deep breath, he approached her and greeted: "Hi there. You look familiar but I don't know your name? Have we met?"

"Hi, I'm Aishara, Ayumith's rider. I think I graduated around the time you Impressed. You're the lad from Dragonsfall Weyr. Who impressed a bronze?"

"Yeah. I'm N'mor," he replied and grimaced, would he ever get rid of that brand?

"I know who you feel. I'm forever refered as 'the girl who impressed from the stands." Her smile was friendly and it encouraged N'mor.

"Would you like to dance with me?" he asked, heart pounding like thunder inside his chest.

Aishara looked hesitant for a moment. He looked so young. Too young. But he was kind of cute.
"Okay," she said finally.

"Great!" N'mor could barely contain his happiness. He put his glass away and led her to the dance floor.

~*~

"You're better dancer than I expected," Aishara said after they finished their third dance together and moved aside to catch their breaths.

"Thank's, I think," N'mor said uncertainly. "Could you, would you. spend a night with me? Whole night?" he asked hesitantly, shyly.

"No, I'm sorry," she said, her tone compassionate but definite.

N'mor felt crestfallen. "Why not?" he asked.

"You're too young," she replied.

"I'm fifteen!"

"But you're not ready yet. Maybe after a turn or two," she said gently.

It didn't make him feel any better. Too young! He was bronzerider, and senior weyrling. He was not too young! He felt tears burn behind his eyeballs. Okay, maybe he was young.

Aishara saw how upset he was. She bent and planted a kiss to his lips.
"This will give you something to wait for."

It was first kiss N'mor ever had received (sisters and mother not included), and it made his toes curl and stomach flutter. It left him totally flabbergast and unable to form a coherent word or thought.

"Thank's for the dances and see you around!" she said, "Don't think bad of me." And then she left, disappeared to the crowd.

"Shards, shells and flaming ashes!" was only thing N'mor could get out of his mouth.

Last updated on the May 1st 2008


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