22.Sep.13, 06:20 PM
Peorray was just as glad to let Kahleena and the others lead the way into Tsuen's territory. Well, her personal territory, seeing as the whole place was hers too. She'd never been there before and wasn't too keen on doing it now and rather privately terrified she was going to make a mistake and screw it up somehow.
It had sounded okay at first. A simple making-up dinner. But the closer it had gotten, and the more preparation and advice and coping strategies had been shared among them, the more nervous Peorray had gotten. Jada, Kahleena and Rhaedalyn had all either been high-born or craft-trained, and they were used to such sensitive things. Ameris wasn't, but she had Mizeath- who apparently seemed to know more about proper behavior than any ten Ladies put together. All she had was her partially-sheltered and brief time as a merchant's wife- not exactly high society.
But this needed doing, so she steeled herself and set her tray on the table while Jada went to presumably fetch the Weyrwoman. "Good evening, Lady Weyrwoman." She murmured on the heels of the other girls' greetings. Not being raised to such formalities, she was a beat behind when the others made their curtseys and it occurred to her that she ought to do the same. So she bobbed down into one with all the self-conscious awkwardness of a young herdbeast being taught to dance and tried to fade into the background. Unfortunately, nature hadn't given her much help in that regard.
It had sounded okay at first. A simple making-up dinner. But the closer it had gotten, and the more preparation and advice and coping strategies had been shared among them, the more nervous Peorray had gotten. Jada, Kahleena and Rhaedalyn had all either been high-born or craft-trained, and they were used to such sensitive things. Ameris wasn't, but she had Mizeath- who apparently seemed to know more about proper behavior than any ten Ladies put together. All she had was her partially-sheltered and brief time as a merchant's wife- not exactly high society.
But this needed doing, so she steeled herself and set her tray on the table while Jada went to presumably fetch the Weyrwoman. "Good evening, Lady Weyrwoman." She murmured on the heels of the other girls' greetings. Not being raised to such formalities, she was a beat behind when the others made their curtseys and it occurred to her that she ought to do the same. So she bobbed down into one with all the self-conscious awkwardness of a young herdbeast being taught to dance and tried to fade into the background. Unfortunately, nature hadn't given her much help in that regard.