23.Jul.19, 02:40 AM
“I don’t care how impressive it is, I’d rather get fewer disgusted looks, thanks,” Nerreh said bitterly, appreciating the compliment to both her and her dragon but hating other people’s reactions more. He knew Faxx was amazing! Faxx knew he was amazing! They didn’t need all this sneering to know it, or prove it. And Thallyath was not pleased with Faxxonth after the tiny, tiny Clutch she laid which made hanging out with Casa awkward and Nerreh wished everyone would just forget all of it. The Weyrlings had started getting some questions about transferring Weyrs when they graduated, and Nerreh was seriously considering it. Not that the other Weyrs weren’t perfectly aware that Faxx caught a gold, but it might be less obvious, less pervasive in everything.
With a sigh, Nerreh let himself be pulled along by Beckitt, tucking the gloves away in a belt pouch until he had a chance to stop by Faxxonth and drop them off in his larger bag. “I’m not sure I really have an eye for anything, floral or otherwise, so I don’t think I’m gonna be much help to you,” she said, frowning at a display of ribbons. There were lots of colors and patterns and they were all kind of cool, Nerreh guessed. He didn’t know, all his clothes were really plain. Anything fancy had been a gift, and even most of his gifts were terribly practical and not overly decorative. Like the wherhide jacket Vaeyla had given him for Turn’s End before he Impressed, which was one of the highest quality things he owned but it wasn’t like, fancy.
“You’re gonna have to give me more guidance, Birdy, or I’m just gonna pick one at random and it’ll probably be shit.” He warned, squinting at some sort of lacy trim thing that would be burned before it found it’s way on her clothing, but was probably the sort of shit Beckitt wore in spades.
With a sigh, Nerreh let himself be pulled along by Beckitt, tucking the gloves away in a belt pouch until he had a chance to stop by Faxxonth and drop them off in his larger bag. “I’m not sure I really have an eye for anything, floral or otherwise, so I don’t think I’m gonna be much help to you,” she said, frowning at a display of ribbons. There were lots of colors and patterns and they were all kind of cool, Nerreh guessed. He didn’t know, all his clothes were really plain. Anything fancy had been a gift, and even most of his gifts were terribly practical and not overly decorative. Like the wherhide jacket Vaeyla had given him for Turn’s End before he Impressed, which was one of the highest quality things he owned but it wasn’t like, fancy.
“You’re gonna have to give me more guidance, Birdy, or I’m just gonna pick one at random and it’ll probably be shit.” He warned, squinting at some sort of lacy trim thing that would be burned before it found it’s way on her clothing, but was probably the sort of shit Beckitt wore in spades.