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Roz at 17:01, 2 November 2014

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 J'taryn had brought them, of course. He and the curiously focused Njebrith. Teoma wouldn't have noticed, since it was always thus when she was around, but it gave the Igen bronzerider more mental room and relaxation than he was used to to have the bronze so fascinated. He didn't ''like'' her, exactly, but he was trying to figure it out whenever her presence produced the feelings in his rider. He could've gone back to the Weyr, surely, but he stayed, unobtrusively in the background while Njebrith had been encouraged to go aloft to play with the clouds (and not the sheep who looked a little bit like clouds and smelled much tastier). His light gaze ranges over the open space where he leans against the wall of the patio, hands tucked behind him, eschewing the chaise lounge only paces to his left. It is easier, for him, for now, if he stood. He can act like he is waiting for something other than an excuse to speak more to her than the few words he ever does. Ever her servant. Dragonmen weren't supposed to be so, but… here he is… doing favors for her husband, again. His eyes return to Teoma and her fan, trying to focus more on the thing than the woman.
-A young redhead, wearing her hair in curls held back by a filigree headband, leans over the back of the couch, giving the Igen dragonrider a cheeky grin. Her seat-mates try to pull her back amid giggles and sly looks at J’taryn, but there’s no staunching the flow of intrigued words that spill from the girl’s lips. “Rider,” because they hardly ever address the handsome blonde by his ‘’real’’ name, “what are your thoughts on ‘’brazen women’’?” Youthful arrogance bolsters her words, whilst some of the older maids scoff and flutter their fans in disbelief. “Lorya, ‘’please’’ calm yourself. How ‘’inappropriate,” someone whispers, loud enough for J’taryn to hear, behind her hand with a bubbling giggle. But, all eyes fall on the bronzerider, even Teoma’s. She flicks her fan closed and touches it to her chin as she angles her body towards the Igenite man, her blue eyes eyes showing little curiosity. “Girls, do show some discretion,” she says with a gusty sigh, but she won’t call off the question or rebuke anyone for asking it; he’s here as much for their amusement as anything - at her husband’s word.
+A young redhead, wearing her hair in curls held back by a filigree headband, leans over the back of the couch, giving the Igen dragonrider a cheeky grin. Her seat-mates try to pull her back amid giggles and sly looks at J’taryn, but there’s no staunching the flow of intrigued words that spill from the girl’s lips. "Rider," because they hardly ever address the handsome blonde by his ''real'' name, "what are your thoughts on ''brazen women''?" Youthful arrogance bolsters her words, whilst some of the older maids scoff and flutter their fans in disbelief. "Lorya, ''please'' calm yourself. How ''inappropriate,'' someone whispers, loud enough for J’taryn to hear, behind her hand with a bubbling giggle. But, all eyes fall on the bronzerider, even Teoma’s. She flicks her fan closed and touches it to her chin as she angles her body towards the Igenite man, her blue eyes eyes showing little curiosity. "Girls, do show some discretion," she says with a gusty sigh, but she won’t call off the question or rebuke anyone for asking it; he’s here as much for their amusement as anything - at her husband’s word.
 J'taryn is a quiet sort by nature, so it might not be surprising that with so many eyes-- especially when several are part of attractive faces-- are turned on him, that he blushes and blinks in his surprise to be so addressed. He rarely speaks without thinking first, so it's a moment before he clears his throat, straightening and leaving the wall, though not advancing toward the grouping beyond that single act. "I think you might have to define that for me in order for me to give you a proper answer." He starts, but, shifting his weight, he adds, "I think women have a right to the life they want." Do his eyes take in Teoma when he says it? Obviously it's coincidence. "I'm not one to judge when they do." Get it. If that's the kind of thing that makes a woman ''brazen''.