16.Jan.14, 03:31 AM
Ameris couldn't help but grin back at the greenrider as he shot a look at the construction going on not to far from them. Her cheeks ran red with blush at his answer. Obviously he wasn't particularly busy about she'd interrupted what ever it was that he had been doing. Her mouth opened on an apology as she started to turn just as he told her to sit. Should she? Could she let go of her thoughts of self pity for just a moment to sit with S'cer and enjoy the day?
You will be polite and sit with him, Ameris, Mizeath demanded.
Ameris shot a heated glare at the gold as she huffed and dropped to the blanket. She took the shard out of her pocket and rolled it between her hands and looked at S'cer from the corner of her eye. He'd been injured, she knew, but she didn't know how or where. "Are you well?" she asked softly, "Not too injured?" She'd come away remarkably unhurt during the entire mess. A'mad and Rislan as well though it was a surprise her father hadn't broken his neck with the level of his drunkenness.
Mizeath moved quietly and demurely as she gazed with amusement at the tiny green before her. She remember Quelseth through Ameris' memories and the sickly little green from her clutch had turned into a lovely little creature. It amused Mizeath in a rather impolite manner that Quelseth was so very much smaller than she was. Her amusement turned into a comforting rumble as she realized that Quelseth was painfully shy in her presence. She settled herself beside the green, legs akimbo and tail stretched as far as she could with its tip tapping against a tent behind them.Please, Quelseth, lay with me and chat. There's no need to be shy. The sun is shining and the day is warm, she crooned to the timid green.
Ameris shot a heated glare at the gold as she huffed and dropped to the blanket. She took the shard out of her pocket and rolled it between her hands and looked at S'cer from the corner of her eye. He'd been injured, she knew, but she didn't know how or where. "Are you well?" she asked softly, "Not too injured?" She'd come away remarkably unhurt during the entire mess. A'mad and Rislan as well though it was a surprise her father hadn't broken his neck with the level of his drunkenness.
Mizeath moved quietly and demurely as she gazed with amusement at the tiny green before her. She remember Quelseth through Ameris' memories and the sickly little green from her clutch had turned into a lovely little creature. It amused Mizeath in a rather impolite manner that Quelseth was so very much smaller than she was. Her amusement turned into a comforting rumble as she realized that Quelseth was painfully shy in her presence. She settled herself beside the green, legs akimbo and tail stretched as far as she could with its tip tapping against a tent behind them.