Out of Your League
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Halyonix, Yvonne
Date Posted: 8th January 2026
Characters: Felorin, Kemmin
Description: Kemmin tries to take Felorin out on an impromptu date
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 12, day 21 of Turn 12
Kemmin was sitting on a rock at the edge of the Weyrbowl, munching on a meat pie with a flaky crust that was only marginally warm at this point. It was heavily smeared with mustard and tasted better than anything that had ever come out of his mother's kitchen. After a cold day at the docks it tasted like bliss.
He glanced toward the Dining Hall but didn't spot his friends, who'd promised him a game of football that evening. He sighed and took another bite of the pie. Everyone here was very _on_time_, which was hard for someone who'd grown up without the constant drip of a candle in the corner as a reminder of what they were supposed to be doing. He'd eaten. It was after dinner. Where were they?
The doors swung wide again but instead of Seegin and a bunch of lads with a ball, the most beautiful woman Kemmin had ever seen stepped out. She was tall and shapely, with shining brown hair that cascaded down her back and when she glanced in his direction-- Kemmin choked on the pie and immediately doubled over coughing.
"Please don't die," the beautiful woman said with warm venom. But she came closer, as if to make sure that he heeded her words. "I'd hate to have to explain it to the healers."
Kemmin took a deep breath and wiped crumbs from his sweater. He managed what he hoped was a charming smile. "For you? I promise I won't. I'm new here. My name's Kemmin."
She watched him as thought she was trying to decide if he was worth her time, managing that look of both entertaining welcome and critical assessment. Those freckles on him _were_ a bit adorable, though the rest of him screamed common worker. "Felorin," she eventually introduced herself, sliding her hand forward for him to shake or kiss. "And where are _you_ from, Kemmin?"
Her palm was soft against his work-roghed fingers. "You probably haven't heard of it," he said, and dared to brush his lips against her knuckles. It seemed like the ordinary thing to do but it still felt thrilling. "I'm much more interested in where _you_ are from."
Felorin preened coquettishly under the attention. "Here. Now, anyway. Because, between us let's be honest, what comes before living in a Weyr is just a pale shade of actually living." She tossed her dark hair back over her shoulder as she reclaimed her hand. "So, Kemmin of nowhere interesting, why are you sitting out here, by yourself, choking on your food?"
"I _was_ waiting for some of the other lads to show up to play football, but maybe I have different plans for this evening now?" He waggled his eyebrows in what he thought was a suave fashion and hoped she'd overlook the choking. Spewing pastry crumbs wasn't a good way to impress a beautiful lady.
"Oh, I do love watching those games. All of those men, stripped down to just shorts." She made an appreciative sound. "But if you're not playing tonight, then perhaps..." Screw it, he was cute enough for the evening. She didn't intend on keeping him around for much anyway. "Perhaps we come up with our own little game? Or adventure?" she suggested with wicked flirtation in her eyes. Maybe he would surprise her with some creativity.
Kemmin missed the message, too surprised that she'd actually agree to spend _any_ time with him to think beyond that. "Yeah! What do you want to do?"
Shells, maybe he was dull. Hopefully she wouldn't have to come up with everything for the evening. This could get tedious. "Something interesting. Have you been up to the lighthouse yet?"
"The lighthouse?" Kemmin looked over his shoulder to where the building loomed over the shoreline. "Not yet. We could go together. I could get us a picnic, maybe some wine, light a fire...?"
A picnic and some wine, how quaint. Well, it wasn't like Felorin was doing much else interesting that evening. "If you light a fire, others are going to come steal our wine," she pointed out prettily. Her eyebrow arched delicately, flirtatiously. "You have ten minutes to pack a picnic. I'll be waiting on the path to the lighthouse."
Kemmin's eyes went wide even as he grinned like a madman. "I'll see you in eight!" He was off like a shot with the remains of his unfortunate lunch clutched in one hand, already trying to figure out what he could possibly bring to impress someone as gorgeous as Felarin.
While she waited, Felorin made a small show of checking her manicured nails. Not a spot of dirt or break to be found, of course, but it occupied her a little while she quietly counted down the time.
The minutes dragged. Finally the door to the Dining Hall burst open and Kemmin staggered out juggling a basket with an open bottle of wine (haphazardly recorked), a rumpled blanket that looked suspiciously like someone's shawl, a half-eaten wheel of white cheese and a vegetable pie with three slices missing. The pie wobbled in his grip and slipped through his fingers to land face down at his feet. Naturally. He looked up at Felorin in horror.
A bumbling fool. That's what she had said yes to. She eyed the haphazard gathering of supplies with critical dismissal. Patience tinged with exasperation swept over her lovely face as she said, "You're two minutes late. And you dropped the dessert. That...blanket you found looks like vtols were nesting in it. I think I'll pass on any further festivities." She waved her hand with elegant rejection. "Good luck finding your friends for whatever ball game that was," she said as delicate condenscension entered her tone, "I'm _certain_ you'll have a wonderful time with them."
Kemmin straightened, feeling stung. She wasn't so pretty anymore. "Yeah. I _will_ have a great time!" He turned on his heel to leave and stepped in the fallen pie, pretended he hadn't, and strode back into the Dining Cavern to see if he could find another meat pie to replace the one he'd crushed -- all the while hoping that Felorin would feel sorry for him or regret her words and call him back.
She didn't.
Last updated on the February 7th 2026