01.Feb.12, 10:37 PM
Allendris almost snorted in a strange mixture of indignation and amusement himself at Valerian's little self-defensive barb about the cough, but he was just embarrassed enough that he'd let anything slip at all - he did so hate to laugh at another's misfortune, even if that person were as unpleasant an individual as that ill-mannered harper - that he managed to keep his composure, this time. Rather than respond to it and make the Healer any more uncomfortable than he apparently already was, Allendris merely nodded to Talian's question.
"Journeyman Glass-smith," Allendris added, still apparently unused to rank and title having no meaning at the makeshift weyr. And since Valerian had already given his rank, it felt a little strange to be the only man of unknown craft in the room. "Though I wouldn't call us friends," he finished coolly.
"Journeyman Glass-smith," Allendris added, still apparently unused to rank and title having no meaning at the makeshift weyr. And since Valerian had already given his rank, it felt a little strange to be the only man of unknown craft in the room. "Though I wouldn't call us friends," he finished coolly.
Bronze Weyrling Vyaniorth