20.Jul.13, 07:04 PM
The sight in the hall was something close to a disaster. Broken bits of pottery told a story of a once-whole pitcher that had shattered upon the stone floor. The sticky remainents of redjuice not only covered the shards, but the floor, walls and clothes of the slightly smaller boy who now stood frowning at his hands. To finish up the tale, the sound of laughter was echoing down the hallway with quickly fading footsteps.
Bordtai sighed as he realized his pants and front of his shirt were now soaked after the pitcher had been knocked out of his hands. It was going to be a sticky mess to clean up. If that wasn’t bad enough he recognized the voice of the weyr’s bossiest brats – just behind the insufferable Indivara herself. Lifting up his eyes to meet Nellaris’ green ones, he made a bit of a face at the brat who was four turns his elder.
“Noth’n. I’ve got it.” He mumbled a bit ruder than he had meant to, but the scowl on her face wasn’t exactly well received. Kneeling down right into the puddle since his pants were already soaked with redfruit juice, he began to gather up the shards the pitcher had exploded into.
Bordtai sighed as he realized his pants and front of his shirt were now soaked after the pitcher had been knocked out of his hands. It was going to be a sticky mess to clean up. If that wasn’t bad enough he recognized the voice of the weyr’s bossiest brats – just behind the insufferable Indivara herself. Lifting up his eyes to meet Nellaris’ green ones, he made a bit of a face at the brat who was four turns his elder.
“Noth’n. I’ve got it.” He mumbled a bit ruder than he had meant to, but the scowl on her face wasn’t exactly well received. Kneeling down right into the puddle since his pants were already soaked with redfruit juice, he began to gather up the shards the pitcher had exploded into.