A Forgotten Dinner

Writers: Anna, Rebecca
Date Posted: 29th December 2005

Characters: Tavia, X'amor
Description: Tavia forgets about her promised dinner date but the meal ends well..
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 20 of Turn 3

Tavia

X'amor sighed as he knocked on Tavia's door. It worried him a bit that she hadn't shown up at their chosen time for dinner at the dining hall, but he tried to be relaxed. He wanted to have a good time with this woman, not be stressed. He caught himself wondering if he had interrupted her on her way to take a bath.

**Sawauth who is that?** she asked her green. She wasn't expecting anyone was she?

}:Calodith's rider, you said you'd have dinner with him. Thats good you need to eat.:{
**Why is everthing food with you?** she asked and then went pale. **DINNER oh shell's Sawauth I forgot!** she rushed to the door.

"X'amor, I'm sorry, I've been so busy dinner slipped my mind. Come in and have a seat. Give me five minutes and I'll be ready. I'm so sorry about this." she said again.

X'amor smiled at her sincere forgetfulness. "It's alright, I have been stood up, but never forgotten. It's a neew expreience for me." He tried to look convincing.

Taiva felt a stab of pity, she knew the feeling and didn't like being the one causing it. "Five mintues I promise." she disapeared in to her sleep chamber. From inside came the sounds of trunks opening and closing.

**At least she didn't intensionaly not show up.**

}:Of course she didn't. I like Sawauth.:{ X'amor rolled his eyes at the straight-forwardness of his lifemate. The bluerider sat down on a couch and hummed a random tune that just came to his head while he waited.

Tavia walked out in one of her better outfits, not gather but nice, a skirt a dark green with a blouse the same shade as her eyes. Her short hair was freshly combed and rested just about her sholders. "I'm ready, I'm really sorry I forgot X'amor really, I am"

X'amor smiled again, he hated himslef for being shallow but seeing her so distraught and yet so beautiful made up for her forgetting.

"It's really okay. Looking at you has made me forget you even forgot." he gave her his arm so that he could more personally escort her to dinner.

Tavia took his arm blushing with pride, no one had ever told her she was beautiful before, Sawauth yes, but not her.

~~~~~~**~~~~~~

Sitting down at a more secluded table in the dining hall X'amor filled Tavia's cup with some wine he had asked the cook to keep chilled.

"How long have you been a healer?" He asked to start up a conversasion.

"Eighteen turns, minus the time in training as a weyrling. So seventeen turns, I had thirteen turns of uninteruped training till Fall began. Found out the hard way that all the training on Pern doesn't prepare you for the first thread score you treat." She smiled, "Do you have a craft?"

X'amor nodded, "Yeah, I'm a senior apprentice Harper. Just haven't had the time yet to walk the tables."

"No harm in htat," she smiled. "Our dragons and fall take precedence over crafts, the only reason I got so far was the amount of time we didn't have fall."

He nodded again, "Where are you from?" he asked with interest.

"Here, I've thought about transfering a time or two, but this is home. My mother and father are still here, what aout you?"

"I'm from a little place near Rising Moons Weyr." he looked at her face. It was plain but not ugly, it had a sense of kind-hearted understanding, but her eyes held a fire that he wanted to see flare. He reached across the table and moved a peice of hair out of her face so that he could see her more clearly, but as he brought his hand back from tucking the hair behind her ear he had her cheek cupped in his hand.

As he held it there for a moment feeling her soft skin he realized what he was doing and pulled his hand away. "I wanted to see more of Pern so I transfered here as soon as I could."

Tavia flushed for a moment, she took a deep sip of wine to cover her embarasment. "Whats rising moons like?" Shards! She was acting like a weyrling!

He saw her discomfort but only smiled, more confidant than he had ever been in a long time, "It's nothing special really." he poor more wine into her glass as she set it down. he didn't plan on taking advantage of her but he wanted her to be comfortable.

"How about family? Are you the only dragonrider? What did your parents think of your impressing?" the wine was working on her confidence and her quiet nature, boosting one and destroying the other.

"I was the only rider, and they were very proud of me but they understood when I told them that I was transfering."

"So am I, I hear about these riders who came from a family of riders. I've always wonderd how that worked. I mean the dragons choose but how does it work that one family gets so many riders? My parents where thrilled when I impressed, they both dreamed of becomeing riders, being a healer too, my mother wanted too but couldn't study in her home hold. Don't get me wrong I love my craft, it's wonderful to help people, but the suffering gets to you after a while, you know?" Tavia managed to stop long enough for the bluerider to answer.

"Aye, but I can only imagine. More wine?" **She's downing this stuff like a hungry firelizard.** he thought visibly smiling.

"Not at the moment, thank you. Why did you chosse harping?" she wanted him to do some of the talking for a change.

"Well at a young age I realized that I had a nack for rhyming, but the main thing that showed was my ability to create music that seemed to move people more than I thought it could." he surprised himself with how open he was being, "At a young age I was able to do this and my pasrents thought it amazing but odd. I studied with my great uncle who was a harper until I got searched. I kept writing while I waited for my lifemate, but once he came out of that egg I knew that he would be the center of my thoughts for a long time. Unconciously I think I felt a sickening feeling that I wouldn't be able to continue on with my passion."

He watched her reaction to so much information, he wondered if she could tell that he had said anything about this since, well, never. He tried to blame the wine, but this woman just made him at ease, more at ease than he had been in a long time.

"That sounds like a wonderful gift X'amor, I'll bet you relized Calodith did just the opposite."

He looked at the greenrider quizickly, "What do you mean?"

"He hasn't stoped you has he?"

X'amor smiled, "No, I still write, but not often enough it seems."

"It's a matter of making time I've often been told." Tavia replied.

"Maybe I should have stayed in my weyr and spent time with my pen and hides than getting to know you." He said in a questioningly playful way as he reached his arm, across the table, to hers feeling the definate muscles there.

"Personaly I'd rather you meet me, even if I was late."

"I'm _rather_ glad I did so as well." X'amor was at a loss for what to do. He wanted so badly to scoop this attractive woman into his arms and carry her off to his bed, but he knew better than that. He had no idea how to tell a woman that he was feeling that way.

So for a moment he just looked at her with fire in his eyes, the only thing giving away his yearning for the older, but not any less attractive, woman.

"X'amor, it's getting late, would you like to head to my weyr?"

X'amor's eyes widened for a moment and then he smiled, "You seemed to have read my mind." he got up and giving his hand to help her up smiled at the contact.

"Sawauth says she'll meet us outside, if Calodith dosen't mind?"

X'amor's smile broadened, "He won't mind."

Last updated on the December 29th 2005

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