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01.May.20, 01:22 PM
Aederyn sidestepped to her right without looking toward the voice, not wanting to get in anyone’s way and assuming that whoever approached was talking to someone on the other side of her, out of her field of vision. Heartbeats later she realized the person was talking to her. It only occurred to her then that her flaming red hair might stand out a bit compared to other shades and the connection between the impromptu nickname and herself was made. Her stomach dropped and breath hitched as she realized coming to the Weyr might have been a bad idea. Her limited exposure at Hatchings and with R’dal and his friends couldn’t be a full representation of everyone at the Weyr and their attitudes, and that realization came to her with alarming speed and clarity. She might not be welcome here without a purpose. She mentally slapped herself for her stupidity. “Shit…” she mumbled under her breath. She turned and straightened to her full height, which wasn’t all that tall compared to the man approaching her. She blinked.
“Honesty, I have no idea.” She offered a sheepish smile but spoke with a conviction that she hoped said she wasn’t about to just turn and run back to her station. She didn’t have anything to hide and acting like she was in the wrong herself would surely put her in that light to others. She was in the Weyr. She had no purpose being here. But was there anything wrong with that? She couldn’t remember anything in what she learned in her lessons that said there was. Regardless, here she was... “I had a free day from my duties. If they’re not otherwise occupied, I was hoping to say hello to my friends. Maybe pick up a hold-bound message pouch of there is one.” She spread her arms slightly away from where they hung at her sides and added as an afterthought, “I needed some different surroundings.” Best be as truthful as possible. She maintained eye contact with this (attractive) man, fighting the urge to shift from one foot to the other in her sudden nervousness, only breaking to dart her gaze up and shoot a mental command at her little brown. Rudi flitted high overhead before darting off to the side of the bowl to hide on the rock face, chittering but obeying. Aederyn quirked her eyebrows, keeping that small smile, hoping that this person would be, if not welcoming, at least tolerant.
“Honesty, I have no idea.” She offered a sheepish smile but spoke with a conviction that she hoped said she wasn’t about to just turn and run back to her station. She didn’t have anything to hide and acting like she was in the wrong herself would surely put her in that light to others. She was in the Weyr. She had no purpose being here. But was there anything wrong with that? She couldn’t remember anything in what she learned in her lessons that said there was. Regardless, here she was... “I had a free day from my duties. If they’re not otherwise occupied, I was hoping to say hello to my friends. Maybe pick up a hold-bound message pouch of there is one.” She spread her arms slightly away from where they hung at her sides and added as an afterthought, “I needed some different surroundings.” Best be as truthful as possible. She maintained eye contact with this (attractive) man, fighting the urge to shift from one foot to the other in her sudden nervousness, only breaking to dart her gaze up and shoot a mental command at her little brown. Rudi flitted high overhead before darting off to the side of the bowl to hide on the rock face, chittering but obeying. Aederyn quirked her eyebrows, keeping that small smile, hoping that this person would be, if not welcoming, at least tolerant.
