03.Feb.12, 06:13 AM
Par'a nodded at Talian, shaking his hand firmly. As he introduced himself she frowned a little then grinned, slapping him heartily on the back. "Healers are handy! Good for all us wherryheads who get sick! Nice to meet you Talian. Maybe I'll remember your name this time." She laughed at her own forgetful-ness when it came to people's names. As B'jin arrived Par'a gave him a brief wave mid-scoff. She swallowed rapidly as he berated Lymsleia, waving a hand at him and shaking her head at the two of them.
"Don't be so proddy you great lump. Healers are meant to heal, not be runners! Though I have no idea where Grith is, especially if you have no idea," this she directed at Kerrin, "sharding dragon! Never leaves me alone except when I need her." Par'a paused for a moment, taking a drink of water and pouting, in her distracted, chatty state she had been expecting something a little, err, stronger. Peering over at Talian and B'jin she broke out into whoops of laughter, slapping her hand on the table repeatedly.
"Not used to the Weyr yet love? Or say, did you get mixed up in his last flight?" She choked out to Talian, her laughter devolving into giggles much like a teenager who had just said a naughty word. As Kerrin leaned over she halted her giggles abruptly, staring wide-eyed at him. When she was sure he'd finished talking she burst into giggles again for a few moments before she managed to compose herself.
"Young? Oh ho ho, let me tell you, to a dragonrider, nobody is too young. You should know that! Let's see… I'd say maybe two decades between them? There's been much worse here! Do you remember the Brown and Greenrider? W… W… Their names both started with W, but of course, I'm terrible with names. Still, four decades between 'em, easily!" Par'a paused, frowning in thought before muttering to herself, "Oh I'm talking so much, am I making up for Grith? I really should find that dragon."
It wasn't long before she was sent into a burst of laughter again, this time it was Valerian's comments about Talian and B'jin that set her off. Turning she looked him over and deducted that she wasn't entirely sure who this was. Sticking her hand out she grinned, "Par'a's the name, eating's the game! Who're you?" Her expression was completely innocent, while she probably came off as oblivious or perhaps rude, she just truly was very sharding bad with names. Swivelling back to face the table she looked around, my, they certainly were acquiring quite the little group! A Katilian born, a proddy rider, a smart-mouth, a healer, no wait, two healers.
"Oh!" Par'a faced Lymsleia now, her eyes alight with remembrance. "I'd go fetch your bad but uh, I'm sure one of you younger fellows," Par'a gestured to Lymsleia, Valerian and Kerrin with a wave of her fork, "could run faster than I could. Grith is well, lost, clearly. By the way, did you make this? Very delicious. Should make it in great batches, you should." Par'a helped herself to another serving of the potato bake and dug in, it really was delicious!
"Don't be so proddy you great lump. Healers are meant to heal, not be runners! Though I have no idea where Grith is, especially if you have no idea," this she directed at Kerrin, "sharding dragon! Never leaves me alone except when I need her." Par'a paused for a moment, taking a drink of water and pouting, in her distracted, chatty state she had been expecting something a little, err, stronger. Peering over at Talian and B'jin she broke out into whoops of laughter, slapping her hand on the table repeatedly.
"Not used to the Weyr yet love? Or say, did you get mixed up in his last flight?" She choked out to Talian, her laughter devolving into giggles much like a teenager who had just said a naughty word. As Kerrin leaned over she halted her giggles abruptly, staring wide-eyed at him. When she was sure he'd finished talking she burst into giggles again for a few moments before she managed to compose herself.
"Young? Oh ho ho, let me tell you, to a dragonrider, nobody is too young. You should know that! Let's see… I'd say maybe two decades between them? There's been much worse here! Do you remember the Brown and Greenrider? W… W… Their names both started with W, but of course, I'm terrible with names. Still, four decades between 'em, easily!" Par'a paused, frowning in thought before muttering to herself, "Oh I'm talking so much, am I making up for Grith? I really should find that dragon."
It wasn't long before she was sent into a burst of laughter again, this time it was Valerian's comments about Talian and B'jin that set her off. Turning she looked him over and deducted that she wasn't entirely sure who this was. Sticking her hand out she grinned, "Par'a's the name, eating's the game! Who're you?" Her expression was completely innocent, while she probably came off as oblivious or perhaps rude, she just truly was very sharding bad with names. Swivelling back to face the table she looked around, my, they certainly were acquiring quite the little group! A Katilian born, a proddy rider, a smart-mouth, a healer, no wait, two healers.
"Oh!" Par'a faced Lymsleia now, her eyes alight with remembrance. "I'd go fetch your bad but uh, I'm sure one of you younger fellows," Par'a gestured to Lymsleia, Valerian and Kerrin with a wave of her fork, "could run faster than I could. Grith is well, lost, clearly. By the way, did you make this? Very delicious. Should make it in great batches, you should." Par'a helped herself to another serving of the potato bake and dug in, it really was delicious!
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[span style="background-color:#011002;"][color=#12F91C]Grith's Speech[/color][/span]