26.Jul.12, 06:43 PM
"Well," Jada grinned at Lymsleia as the dark-skinned young woman straightened herself up a hair, patting at her hair and tugging at a ruffle or two. "I meant to say hello, but my voice tripped." It was as good as an excuse as any! Not that her voice could trip, but she hoped that her two companions would understand what she meant- her mind was moving too fast for her voice to keep up in her excitement. "A whole turn, I know." Jada herself had been here around that same length of time. She had come in late spring, right at the beginning of the season. Over a turn now, and counting.
She wanted to ask Lymsleia if she missed her life as much as Jada did. Being a teacher had been immensely rewarding to the Harper, and she could only imagine that Lym had felt the same way about being a Healer. But the woman kept her mouth shut, not wanting to speak of a life lost. Not when she had gained so very much. The other half of her that she had never realized was missing. The bossy half.
"Of course I clean up well." Jada grinned, reaching out for Valerian's cheek, forgoing the usual pinch in favor of a teasing pat. "I declare you must be thinking of the 10-turn me, with dirt on her cheeks and hands? Toddling after her big brother and writing love letters to older men? She didn't clean up well." In fact, at 10 Jada hadn't cleaned up well at all. She had been figureless and ungainly, with a small scattering of pimples- the way a proper little girl should look. "He's right about one thing." Jada appraised Lymsleia with pleasure, beaming at the Healer. "You do look lovely in red."
The music had fallen to a lull as B'jin had been dragged away by the greenrider Krypth had been so very upset with once before. Par'a, of Grith. Not that the dragonet didn't have much of a problem with most greenriders, but B'jin and Par'a had been the target of her vitriol until she had forgotten which had been... several days, actually. Every time she had seen Oruth, she had remembered the 'danger' that her 'hussy' of a sister had been in. In fact, the lull was such that Jada was halfway tempted to push her friend up on stage and ask Lymsleia to dance.
Hah! That would be fun. And it would get Val some of that spotlight his talent so richly deserved. Hmmmm...
She wanted to ask Lymsleia if she missed her life as much as Jada did. Being a teacher had been immensely rewarding to the Harper, and she could only imagine that Lym had felt the same way about being a Healer. But the woman kept her mouth shut, not wanting to speak of a life lost. Not when she had gained so very much. The other half of her that she had never realized was missing. The bossy half.
"Of course I clean up well." Jada grinned, reaching out for Valerian's cheek, forgoing the usual pinch in favor of a teasing pat. "I declare you must be thinking of the 10-turn me, with dirt on her cheeks and hands? Toddling after her big brother and writing love letters to older men? She didn't clean up well." In fact, at 10 Jada hadn't cleaned up well at all. She had been figureless and ungainly, with a small scattering of pimples- the way a proper little girl should look. "He's right about one thing." Jada appraised Lymsleia with pleasure, beaming at the Healer. "You do look lovely in red."
The music had fallen to a lull as B'jin had been dragged away by the greenrider Krypth had been so very upset with once before. Par'a, of Grith. Not that the dragonet didn't have much of a problem with most greenriders, but B'jin and Par'a had been the target of her vitriol until she had forgotten which had been... several days, actually. Every time she had seen Oruth, she had remembered the 'danger' that her 'hussy' of a sister had been in. In fact, the lull was such that Jada was halfway tempted to push her friend up on stage and ask Lymsleia to dance.
Hah! That would be fun. And it would get Val some of that spotlight his talent so richly deserved. Hmmmm...