29.Jun.13, 11:37 AM
Peorray was seeing red by the time her laundry rotation was done for the day. And, really, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. No one had made fun of or threatened her, or did any of the things that might typically set off someone’s temper. She was fully aware, as she slammed out of her room at a fast clip, that she had no real reason to be so irritated. She also didn’t much care.
Oh, she’d regret it later. She knew that. Be embarrassed, even. But right now her anger seemed entirely justified. Some of the female candidates could be silly bitches and one pair -not a brain between them, she swore- had been chittering aimlessly all morning. She might have ordinarily been able to tune out the voices that were discussing, at great length and volume, all the latest gossip of Katila, but today the voices had wound their way into her ears until all she wanted to do was reach out and slap them into silence.
So before she could give in to the impulse, she decided to grab a couple baskets from the kitchens and look up a certain bronzerider known to play escort for such things.. Berry picking made a lovely excuse for taking herself out of the Weyr today, and R’nya should be able to provide company without being an annoyance.
If he was in, and amiable, that was. Peorray knew she was far from being the only female candidate claiming his attention. She knocked shortly on the door to his hut and waited for a response.
Oh, she’d regret it later. She knew that. Be embarrassed, even. But right now her anger seemed entirely justified. Some of the female candidates could be silly bitches and one pair -not a brain between them, she swore- had been chittering aimlessly all morning. She might have ordinarily been able to tune out the voices that were discussing, at great length and volume, all the latest gossip of Katila, but today the voices had wound their way into her ears until all she wanted to do was reach out and slap them into silence.
So before she could give in to the impulse, she decided to grab a couple baskets from the kitchens and look up a certain bronzerider known to play escort for such things.. Berry picking made a lovely excuse for taking herself out of the Weyr today, and R’nya should be able to provide company without being an annoyance.
If he was in, and amiable, that was. Peorray knew she was far from being the only female candidate claiming his attention. She knocked shortly on the door to his hut and waited for a response.