20.Jul.13, 11:54 PM
“No prank towards you, Nellaris.” He muttered, keeping his face down and avoiding her look. It had been a prank of sorts – but it had been a prank on Bordtai when the other brat had run past him and knocked the pitcher out of his hands. Bordtai had fumbled with it trying unsuccessfully to catch it. So he wasn’t exactly lying, it had been an accident, even if the accident had a cause.
Hands full of pottery shards, the smaller boy had nearly jumped out of his skin when a second voice joined in. Looking up, he recognized Arddra from candidate classes as well. She was older still, but had never caused him harm. As both women in turn began to give him a hand with the mess, he felt his cheeks warming as he dumped the shards into the offered bucket and quickly picked up the ones he had missed, including the one Nell pointed out.
“Yes ma’am.” He said in response to Nellaris as he dumped more shards into the bucket. Finding at least the majority of the shards picked up (it was always possible he missed one or two still), he picked up the bucket and pointed a thumb down the hall.
“I’ll get some soap and water… So it doesn’t stick…” he muttered quickly. He wasn’t use to others helping him clean up the mess, but the girl had a point. It would be sticky if it wasn’t cleaned up properly and if Bordtai had learned anything in the crèche it was that the womenfolk didn’t like messes. Or sticky things. And they defiantly didn’t like messy, sticky things.
And Bordtai didn’t like angry womenfolk.
Hands full of pottery shards, the smaller boy had nearly jumped out of his skin when a second voice joined in. Looking up, he recognized Arddra from candidate classes as well. She was older still, but had never caused him harm. As both women in turn began to give him a hand with the mess, he felt his cheeks warming as he dumped the shards into the offered bucket and quickly picked up the ones he had missed, including the one Nell pointed out.
“Yes ma’am.” He said in response to Nellaris as he dumped more shards into the bucket. Finding at least the majority of the shards picked up (it was always possible he missed one or two still), he picked up the bucket and pointed a thumb down the hall.
“I’ll get some soap and water… So it doesn’t stick…” he muttered quickly. He wasn’t use to others helping him clean up the mess, but the girl had a point. It would be sticky if it wasn’t cleaned up properly and if Bordtai had learned anything in the crèche it was that the womenfolk didn’t like messes. Or sticky things. And they defiantly didn’t like messy, sticky things.
And Bordtai didn’t like angry womenfolk.