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30.Jan.14, 03:46 AM
S'bel tried to stifle his laughter as the girl he had snuck up on jumped so hard she hit her head on the tree. It was never very proper to laugh when someone hurt themselves, was it? Though S'bel didn't see why. He usually found it hilarious. He got a better look at her now that he was on the right side of the tree to do so, arms still stretched lazily up to hold to a branch. She was young- still just a kid really, even though S'bel didn't look too much older he knew better. She was vaguely familiar, but not overly so, so probably weyrfolk. He would probably recognize her if she had ever stood, but S'bel didn't think she had.
Wonderful, a stranger then! Or at least the bluerider thought so. Really he didn't care enough about other people to always remember those he had talked with at length. And she looked quite sour, didn't she? Maybe S'bel had personally offended her before. No. He definitely would have remembered her then. He kept list of people who had a reason to hate his guts- they could be damaging to reputations after all, and S'bel had appearances to keep up.
He sighed in a contended sort of way, ignoring the girl's differing opinion of the weather. He let go of the tree and walked around in front of it and into the shade. Ah yes. That was so much better. He smiled brightly at the girl as she asked her question. "Can you?" he seemed to seriously consider it for a moment, but a smirk remained on his face. He continued, speaking casually, though confidently, not leaving spaces for the girl near him to object, "I suppose you could share your shade with me, thank you for offering so kindly miss."
And with that, he sat, then lay down on the grass, cool against the heat, smiling the whole while as he stretched out on the ground and got comfortable. He rested his arms behind his head and turned his face toward the girl. "And what, may I ask, has you so convinced it's not a good afternoon? That kind of attitude will get you no where, you know." Yes, she did probably know. And she would probably hate him pointing it, but couldn't really get too angry at him for speaking the truth. Dour people really were too easy to mess with. They brought it all upon themselves. S'bel hardly even had to work at it, which was good, because the bluerider dearly hated hard work, even if he did understand the propensity to irrationally hate everything. He was just smart enough to hide it.
Wonderful, a stranger then! Or at least the bluerider thought so. Really he didn't care enough about other people to always remember those he had talked with at length. And she looked quite sour, didn't she? Maybe S'bel had personally offended her before. No. He definitely would have remembered her then. He kept list of people who had a reason to hate his guts- they could be damaging to reputations after all, and S'bel had appearances to keep up.
He sighed in a contended sort of way, ignoring the girl's differing opinion of the weather. He let go of the tree and walked around in front of it and into the shade. Ah yes. That was so much better. He smiled brightly at the girl as she asked her question. "Can you?" he seemed to seriously consider it for a moment, but a smirk remained on his face. He continued, speaking casually, though confidently, not leaving spaces for the girl near him to object, "I suppose you could share your shade with me, thank you for offering so kindly miss."
And with that, he sat, then lay down on the grass, cool against the heat, smiling the whole while as he stretched out on the ground and got comfortable. He rested his arms behind his head and turned his face toward the girl. "And what, may I ask, has you so convinced it's not a good afternoon? That kind of attitude will get you no where, you know." Yes, she did probably know. And she would probably hate him pointing it, but couldn't really get too angry at him for speaking the truth. Dour people really were too easy to mess with. They brought it all upon themselves. S'bel hardly even had to work at it, which was good, because the bluerider dearly hated hard work, even if he did understand the propensity to irrationally hate everything. He was just smart enough to hide it.
