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BREAKING: lovable teen recalls past life as draconic warlord, immediately fumbles girlfriend by trying to get her into metalwork

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thymara’s boy drama part1/???

Ever since they'd left Trehaug, he'd slept as close to her as she would allow him. One morning she'd awakened to find him snuggled up against her back, his arm around her waist and his head pillowed against her. The warmth had been welcome, but not the awakening to sniggers. Kase and Boxter had teased them relentlessly. Rapskal had grinned rakishly but uncertainly; she suspected he wasn't quite sure what the joke was. She'd resolutely ignored them. She told herself that Rapskal's need to be near her had more to do with a kitten's desire to sleep close to something familiar than any amorous intent. There was no attraction between them. Not that she would have acted on it if there had been. What was forbidden was forbidden. She knew that. They all knew that.

But she wondered if they all accepted it as deeply as she did.

rapskal is freaking me out because he’s described as being so intensely childlike, but he’s also clearly in the running in thymara’s love (lust?) quadrangle. so what’s up with that

but also, no, thymara, no one gives a fuck anymore except you. these teens have been banned from romance (and fucking) their whole lives and now they’re ready to throw caution to the wind

As Thymara rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she tried not to notice who slept adjacent to whom, nor to wonder what any of it meant. After all, everyone had to sleep somewhere. If Jerd always spread her blankets next to Tats, it could simply mean that she felt safe sleeping beside him. And if Greft always found an excuse to try to engage her in talk when the others were getting ready to sleep, it might mean only that he thought she was intelligent.

She watched Sedric's eyes dart from Greft to Tats, and suddenly knew he was wondering just who was in charge here. Of her. She felt a flush of anger at both of them. It made her sharp. "Thank you, Tats, but I said I'd do it and I will. I don't need anyone's help. Or permission."

she’s right to be pissed off because all the boys/men in her vicinity are stupid as fuck at least 50% of the time.

Thymara had met him only briefly, but she already liked him. He was a man who worked. It showed on his weathered face and capable hands, and even on his worn clothing. He looked at her directly when he spoke to her, and even when he had first met the dragon keepers, he hadn't flinched at the sight of them. It was too soon for her to say she trusted him, but she doubted that he would deliberately deceive anyone. She valued that.

oy vey. you know, leftrin is almost certainly not a love interest for her, but i kind of cringe whenever thymara has a positive opinion of a man because then i think another complication is being added to her life. he’s definitely a big fat liar though

The keepers, including Thymara, had hastened to their small boats and followed. She had hoped to be paired with Tats. It had been a selfish hope; he was well muscled and experienced with small bats and she knew he would do his share of the work and perhaps more. Jerd had been waiting at the shore, standing by one of the small boats. She waved cheerily at Tats as they arrived and called out to him, "I've already loaded your rucksack, slowcoach. Let's go! Your green dragon was one of the first ones into the water."

"Sorry, Thymara,"Tats had muttered, red-faced.

are tats and jerd already fucking? because if so, that was quick. but i guess they are a bunch of teens starved for love and affection. whatever. i just wish thymara would acknowledge whatever the hell is going on between them (herself and tats, that is).

"Are you scared?" Rapskal sounded delighted at the prospect.

When she glanced over her shoulder at him, he turned his wide grin on her. When he smiled, all his strangeness seemed to melt away and he became simply a very handsome Rain Wild youth. She still shook her head at his challenge.

"Yes. I am scared," she replied firmly." And we are not going out into the current. Not until I'm better at managing this boat."

But suddenly, partnering with Rapskal instead of Tats did not seem such a poor trade.

because he’s hot?? girl get it together

The others traded off partners in their boats, but no one else ever offered to partner with Rapskal. Several of the other keepers had expressed interest in sharing a boat with her. Warken had asked her, and Harrikin. Sylve had suggested twice that they might travel together the next day. But each morning, there was Rapskal, sitting expectantly in the boat by the shore, waiting for her. She had thought of partnering with someone else, knowing that if she did someone would be forced to share a boat with him. But so far, she hadn't. Part of it was that they moved a boat very well together. And part of it was that his good nature and optimism were cheering to her at a time when she felt very much alone. Conversations with him might be odd and wandering, but he was not the lackwit that some of the others seemed to think he was. He simply came at life from a different angle. That was all.

are people avoiding him purely because he’s annoying? that seems unlikely, but again, things are pretty clique-y at the moment. still seems odd that even sylve won’t give him a chance. he seems sweet, if nothing else.

As plainly as if she had spoken the words aloud, Thymara saw that the girl was infatuated with the tattooed boy. It almost made her laugh, except that it was so disturbing. Sylve could not have been more than twelve, even if her pink-scaled scalp and copper eyes made her seem older. Didn't she know how hopeless it was for a girl like her to have a crush on someone like Tats? She could never have him; she could never have anyone, any more than Thymara could. What was she thinking?

But Thymara knew the answer to that, too. She wasn't thinking atall. Only yearning after a handsome young man who'd shown her kindness and made nothing of her differences. Thymara couldn't fault her. Hadn't she felt the same, sometimes?

Didn't she now?

She must have been looking at him strangely, because Tats suddenly flushed and said, "I wanted to help. There wasn't much I could do for the little copper one anyway. So I decided to put my time here.”

“didn’t she now?” and what do u mean by that. is a 12yo having a crush on your friend really going to be the impetus for thymara acknowledging her crush on tats?

As Leftrin watched the youths who should have been discarded as infants, he almost doubted the wisdom of the old ways. They seemed vigorous enough, if strange to look upon. He wished them well, boys and girls alike, and yet he hoped he would not see romance blossom. Allowing such folk to breed would go against every Rain Wild tradition. So far, he had seen no indication that any of the girls would allow such a transgression. He hoped it would remain so, even as he uneasily wondered if he had any responsibility to enforce the Rain Wild rules against them mating. "Well, Tarman, no one told me that was part of the contract. I know it's everyone's duty to honor the rules that keep us alive. But my grandpa used to tell me that everyone's job was nobody's job. So maybe I won't be blamed if I don't take that task on."

lol leftrin it is too late. i’m glad to know more people are questioning the rules, though. thymara seems to be the only one explicitly holding on to them

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