21.Jan.12, 01:00 AM
Allendris blinked, momentarily taken aback by the woman's chattiness. Perhaps she had just been waiting for someone to talk to? When she mentioned her craft, he realized he might have seen her before, working with the other Healer folk. He'd only arrived at Katila proper from Candidate Isle a short while ago, and in his quest for knowledge from minds of the weyrfolk he hadn't time to properly introduce himself to many of his fellow Stolens, who never seemed to know much more about dragonfolk than he... but when he thought about it, he seemed to remember her with a smile on her face, and her eyes alive with optimism.
Ah yes... those eyes! She was the one with those stunning, two-toned eyes. But what had robbed them of their brightness this night, he wondered?
Still, the tall young man felt more comfortable somehow now that he had placed her, and he bowed his head just slightly in gratitude for her invitation to sit down - though the word had come out more like an order. He could forgive her for that, for it seemed she needed the company. He saw nothing on which to sit, but then a dusty rear end was a small sacrifice to make if he could somehow help a lady in need. "Obstetrics, you mean?" he supplied in a tone he saw as helpful, when she floundered on the foreign-sounding syllables. He recalled reading the word somewhere in a book, though if he were honest he would have to admit that there was no way he could have recalled the archaic term in its entirety had she not provided the hints.
In any event, midwifery was a noble occupation. He nodded to himself as he sat, as if in approval. "I'm Allendris, Journeyman Glass-smith. And no problem at all, though I'll abstain from the alcohol for now, if you don't mind," he smiled slightly, though for a brief moment the expression was more wry than it was kind. "I had a bit too much wine the night I was Stolen and I've yet to regain my taste for it."
Ah yes... those eyes! She was the one with those stunning, two-toned eyes. But what had robbed them of their brightness this night, he wondered?
Still, the tall young man felt more comfortable somehow now that he had placed her, and he bowed his head just slightly in gratitude for her invitation to sit down - though the word had come out more like an order. He could forgive her for that, for it seemed she needed the company. He saw nothing on which to sit, but then a dusty rear end was a small sacrifice to make if he could somehow help a lady in need. "Obstetrics, you mean?" he supplied in a tone he saw as helpful, when she floundered on the foreign-sounding syllables. He recalled reading the word somewhere in a book, though if he were honest he would have to admit that there was no way he could have recalled the archaic term in its entirety had she not provided the hints.
In any event, midwifery was a noble occupation. He nodded to himself as he sat, as if in approval. "I'm Allendris, Journeyman Glass-smith. And no problem at all, though I'll abstain from the alcohol for now, if you don't mind," he smiled slightly, though for a brief moment the expression was more wry than it was kind. "I had a bit too much wine the night I was Stolen and I've yet to regain my taste for it."
Bronze Weyrling Vyaniorth