What? Was the green being dramatic or did she really think he hated her? He decided to play it safe. “I don’t hate you,” he said. “I never have, dimglow.”
Demanthra’s question was much harder to answer. It’d gotten harder to say the prettier she’d become. And then it’d come to mean something else. Demanthra was beautiful, but her siblings were intimidating. And they liked to tease. He didn’t have anyone like them, he’d never known how to respond to T’rel’s demands of whether he still thought Demanthra was the prettiest in the weyr.
He’d never stopped. “I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe words get harder when you grow up.”
Echoes of Pern [Closed]
A Dragonriders of Pern B/C RP
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