25.Sep.12, 03:14 AM
Despite his intent, he had cut off her song, though it was no real travesty. She wasn’t the best of singers; the only thing she could boast was decent pitch. As Seijin tried to assure her that he hadn’t witnessed too much of her ridiculous singing, Jisralna kept her eyes trained on the plants before her and her blush deepened when he asked whom she’d come out to the forests with.
“Well, a bluerider brought me out but he could not stay…” She ventured, not looking up. She knew it wasn’t wise for a woman to venture in to the wilds unescorted but she had tried to find someone to come with. And had Seijin not already left, she now knew, he’d have been her company.
As he approached she ventured a glance over her shoulder and as he knelt beside her, her face went slack as she stared at the flower. If that wasn’t the reddest flower she’d ever seen! Her eyes lit up as visions of embroidered flowers just that color danced through her head. Twisting around, unmindful of her skirts as they bunched slightly at her waist though not terribly so, she reached out and touched a delicate petal with her fingertip. “Oh!”
Perhaps not the most elaborate of answers but it held in it her very sudden desire to replicate that color. With an adequate amount of the blooms as well as some red berries that seemed to grow in the area it might very well be possible! Grey-green eyes sparkling, she grinned, her dimples appearing in the dappled sunlight as she fumbled for her own root, a simple ingredient that would bleach the fabrics when soaked in the stewed pulp. “Nothing so beautiful as that. Are there many of them; the flowers?”
“Well, a bluerider brought me out but he could not stay…” She ventured, not looking up. She knew it wasn’t wise for a woman to venture in to the wilds unescorted but she had tried to find someone to come with. And had Seijin not already left, she now knew, he’d have been her company.
As he approached she ventured a glance over her shoulder and as he knelt beside her, her face went slack as she stared at the flower. If that wasn’t the reddest flower she’d ever seen! Her eyes lit up as visions of embroidered flowers just that color danced through her head. Twisting around, unmindful of her skirts as they bunched slightly at her waist though not terribly so, she reached out and touched a delicate petal with her fingertip. “Oh!”
Perhaps not the most elaborate of answers but it held in it her very sudden desire to replicate that color. With an adequate amount of the blooms as well as some red berries that seemed to grow in the area it might very well be possible! Grey-green eyes sparkling, she grinned, her dimples appearing in the dappled sunlight as she fumbled for her own root, a simple ingredient that would bleach the fabrics when soaked in the stewed pulp. “Nothing so beautiful as that. Are there many of them; the flowers?”