Who Leuka, Sephany
What Sephany explains to Leuka what has upset her.
When MIDNIGHT - Winter - Month 11 of Turn 2714
Where Lower Caverns, Fort Weyr

Fort Weyr - Lower Caverns
This volcanic bubble is smaller than the Living Cavern, but no less well crafted. The walls are smooth, with electric lights placed into niches that used to hold glowbaskets. Another hearth burns here, with a pot on always keeping water hot for making tea or cider. Worn but comfortable couches and chairs are arranged by the hearth around a few tables where game boards and a few packages of dragon poker cards are laying.
From this cavern you can get to many other places - the tunnels of Fort Weyr having been dug far back into the caldera where the Dragons make their home.

There is a brief tightening of Sephany's hand, but it is certainly NOT a comforting gesture but rather a warning, accompanied by a look over her shoulder at the Harper and his cheeky remark. "Not helping," she warns, a low murmur under her breath as they slip out of the lounge and into the Weyr. The halls are lit up, but empty, most of the residents either asleep or at whatever assignment has kept them awake, though the weaver remains silent until they are far into the lower caverns and well on their way to her abode. Down a side hallway she finally stops, drops his head, and turns to face him. There is resigned expression on her face, and her grey eyes won't meet his as she prepares to speak. Clearly, she has thought about this. "I'm not mad at you," she says finally. "I'm…" A wrinkle of her nose, and she curls her arms around herself, sort of hunching her shoulders in a protective way. "I don't want to argue about this, alright? So don't say something stupid." Cause that's helpful. "I'm not mad. I'm jealous."

Leuka 's eye lifts at Sephany's scolding and simply nods as he holds his other hand up as if yielding. As they move further into the caverns and notices they are stopping in a little used corridor at this time of night. Scanning the nearby areas as she starts by saying she isn't mad it him, he turns his attention back to her. Nodding, Leuka steps forward and slips arms around the Weaver and pulls her close. "I don't see why you think I like arguing. I just always end up saying things that get me in them." A cheeky grin for that before he nods more seriously. Then he's scanning her face thoughtfully. Thinking back to the previous conversation, her odd behavior with him and Eiram, he frowns uncertainly. Which is a foreign expression on the normally arrogant rule breaking Harper. Then the light bulb flickers to life "Your jealous of me….being searched…." It's not so much a question as it is stating it outloud for himself. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He glances back around the corridor, no one's coming along to listen into their conversation here, then he's peering back down into grey eyes.

Now there's embarrassment as well, which only adds to the discomfort, as Leuka connects the dots. A nod of Sephany's head for confirmation, a soft "Yes. Of you being Searched," to solidify the conclusion. "No," she doesn't want to talk about it. "There's nothing to say. I've heard it all before. Please…" and there is real pleading in her tone and in her expression as she lifts her head to meet his gaze, "Please don't say anything about 'maybe it will happen' or 'you can ask to stand' because I have heard it all before and… it's not going to happen. Certainly not this time. Probably not ever." But she leans into his embrace, forehead going to his chest as her arms unwind from herself and move to his sides instead, fingers tangling in his shirt. "I am sorry… for how I acted. It wasn't fair. It's not your fault."

Leuka gives a little shake of his head "There's no reason for you to be sorry Sephany. I probably said something to deserve it somewhere in one of our conversations." A little smile for that, then a wider grin as he pushes his luck a bit "But if you feel really bad, you can make it up to me. You were gonna teach me how to skate, remember?" Reaching one hand up, he grasp a clump of he hair and gives a gentle tug, trying to get her to look up so he can kiss her, which he does if she does.

"I will," teach him how to ice skate, "if you have time, that is. But you're going to be busy, Leuka. There are chores… and lessons… and egg touchings…" but Sephany's ramblings end when his fingers tangle in her hair, a soft breath sucked in as she tips her head back. She sinks into his kiss easily enough, leaning into him as her eyes close and her fingers tighten. It's not a long kiss, but it's certainly headed in a direction that would be dangerous if they were caught. When she pulls away, there's a different sort of expression on her face, a little quirk to the corner of her mouth that is much more mischievous. "We shouldn't be doing that," she chides. "You're a candidate now. There are rules. And I should go." Before he tries to just break those stupid rules.

Leuka actually pouts when Sephany pulls away and grumbles a bit. Sighing deeply he keeps his arm around Sephany and reluctantly turns them both towards the crafter's cavern "I'll make lots of time if you spend it with me." Smiling to the Weaver, she'll see Leuka is smiling, but he also appears quite serious. Canting his head at her, he does chuckle when she seems to be trying to keep him out of trouble "Rules.." That just has him chuckling even more as he hugs her close and walks her towards the crafter rooms. He does bend to give her another kiss when they get to her door, too short for his liking, but what can a guy do. Watching her face a few seconds he chances another kiss before dragging his arm from around her waist "Don't let Fizgig hog the bed." Leuka grins for that "See you tomorrow." It wasn't a question, or request, simply a fact.

At least Sephany is no longer glowering at things, Leuka included? Instead, there is a sort of playful, almost normal expression flitting across her face, grey eyes meeting his easily enough before she's turning to watch where she's going. At her door, she tips her head up to accept the last few stolen kisses, a half-grin tugging at the corner of her mouth as she shakes her head in mild reprimand. Fizgig gets a nod, and she turns to her door. His statement of fact is met with a simple and final, "Good night, Leuka," and a click of her door as she shuts it, putting a halt to both kisses and conversation.

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