21.Apr.13, 02:10 PM
"Peorray." Peorray returned the handshake with some awkwardness, concerned with keeping everything below her chest submerged in what concealment the water could offer. She smiled bemusedly, then with increasing honest amusement and fondness as M'din shared his thoughts on Impression. He seemed a bit of an odd one, but not everyone would take the time to console yet another failed candidate.
She didn't think his advice would work for her, though. Talk was cheap and it would feel too much like whining when she wasn't the only disappointed gold hopeful around here. Besides, her mother and sisters were a continent away. And her she'd always been the confidant for her baby sisters, not the other way around. It was sweet to hear him to proud of his own sister. Peorray wasn't sure that Impressing a blue was anything to brag about, though- sure they had a dragon, but they didn't seem to be well-treated by a lot of the population. Or even their fellow riders.
She averted her eyes when M'din began scrubbing himself. Mature and sensible she may be, but she didn't need to see that much of a man she'd just met. She did smile wistfully as he enthused about what Impression was like. "It's nice to see someone so positive about it." She remarked as the thought occurred to her. "Even the non-Stolen riders seem dour about the whole process sometimes."
"So if your talking with your sister got her an Impression at 26, does that mean you're a good-luck charm?" She grinned at the rider. "I wouldn't mind having one of those."
She didn't think his advice would work for her, though. Talk was cheap and it would feel too much like whining when she wasn't the only disappointed gold hopeful around here. Besides, her mother and sisters were a continent away. And her she'd always been the confidant for her baby sisters, not the other way around. It was sweet to hear him to proud of his own sister. Peorray wasn't sure that Impressing a blue was anything to brag about, though- sure they had a dragon, but they didn't seem to be well-treated by a lot of the population. Or even their fellow riders.
She averted her eyes when M'din began scrubbing himself. Mature and sensible she may be, but she didn't need to see that much of a man she'd just met. She did smile wistfully as he enthused about what Impression was like. "It's nice to see someone so positive about it." She remarked as the thought occurred to her. "Even the non-Stolen riders seem dour about the whole process sometimes."
"So if your talking with your sister got her an Impression at 26, does that mean you're a good-luck charm?" She grinned at the rider. "I wouldn't mind having one of those."