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20.Feb.12, 01:59 AM
Andol wacthed for a moment, and tensed up his muscles at what seemed to be her 'lost in thought nature...' He wondered if she really was thinking about drowning herself, then that was frankly somthing he could not allowed. In his mind if you wanted that badly to lose your own life over being stolen... if that was the reason... then at least take it out on the culprit who stole you and brought you here. At least that is what he wanted to do, if he could ever find the man... well not that badly of course. Just one good punch to the jaw, or at least his chance to vent would be fine. His experiance in being stolen had been... at least form the way he had been treated. Strangly pleasent. After a few moments though he began to relax as he realized that not only would his intervention not be needed, but that she had also finally acknowlegded his preasances.
He didn't respond to her thanks... he only offered a slight nod so as not to waste his words. Andol was very careful to hand out his 'your welcomes' to people, and usally only did so when he found the occasion to be on that such a level of politeness was of the upmost fashion. He contiuned to look at her, with an unblinking stare as he again cocked his head to the side like a bird, just to make sure that she was making her way out of the pond before fully relaxing. Some would wonder... how much influance did his chickens have on Andol's currently devolped mannerisms, "Ahh well you may call me Andol, Journymen Harper, if we are going to be calling each other by formal titles then." He knew that wasn't the case, but... still. One could never be sure how ticky a person might be here at the weyr. Not that Andol was concerned... if you where not higher ranked than him... then 'speaking freely' was the way he planned commuicating.
He waited though until she had neared the waters edge his words cut through the air in a blunt manner, though he spoke this time with no emotion hidden behind his words. He didn't even sound curious, it was as though he already knew the answer to the question before he even asked, "You where trying to kill yourself weren't you? Might I suggest a cliff instead of drowning next time... the results are quicker and you get less pain I here... plus all that silly change your mind stuff doesn't come into play." He was taking on the tone of a bored teacher now, just giving another student more information. The effect was quite chilling actually, when combined with the emotionless stare that held his face at the moment and his deep dark eyes that seemed unblinking.
He didn't respond to her thanks... he only offered a slight nod so as not to waste his words. Andol was very careful to hand out his 'your welcomes' to people, and usally only did so when he found the occasion to be on that such a level of politeness was of the upmost fashion. He contiuned to look at her, with an unblinking stare as he again cocked his head to the side like a bird, just to make sure that she was making her way out of the pond before fully relaxing. Some would wonder... how much influance did his chickens have on Andol's currently devolped mannerisms, "Ahh well you may call me Andol, Journymen Harper, if we are going to be calling each other by formal titles then." He knew that wasn't the case, but... still. One could never be sure how ticky a person might be here at the weyr. Not that Andol was concerned... if you where not higher ranked than him... then 'speaking freely' was the way he planned commuicating.
He waited though until she had neared the waters edge his words cut through the air in a blunt manner, though he spoke this time with no emotion hidden behind his words. He didn't even sound curious, it was as though he already knew the answer to the question before he even asked, "You where trying to kill yourself weren't you? Might I suggest a cliff instead of drowning next time... the results are quicker and you get less pain I here... plus all that silly change your mind stuff doesn't come into play." He was taking on the tone of a bored teacher now, just giving another student more information. The effect was quite chilling actually, when combined with the emotionless stare that held his face at the moment and his deep dark eyes that seemed unblinking.
