14.Aug.13, 01:10 PM
"All the kitchen workers are entitled to a regulated break," R'nya pointed out reasonably, tapping the side of his nose with his right hand pointer finger as he raised o be eyebrow at the girl and tossed her a light wink. "Since I saw you come out, I am aware of when you are due back." Of course, he was aware of a lot more about the girl than just that, but R'nya could see the discomfort he was causing the child and, taking pity on her, deflected his knowledge into easily explainable routes. There was no need to upset her more, and as he had concluded with his dragon, if she were listening to the wrong gossip it was a surprise she had not fled from him in terror already.
"Relax, child." There was no harm in the words, though R'nya would have been surprised if she actively did as she was told. She seemed somewhat high strung, and while R'nya was well aware of her inclination to work herself to the bone, he was amused by her inability to even sit still long enough to enjoy a meal she had had a hand in creating. If she couldn't enjoy her own work, how could she expect those around her, and within the Weyr, to enjoy it? The bronzerider opted not to commen ton that, however (despite Xyreith's encouragement that he do just that), as the girl continued to eat. His approval flickered over the otherwise placid contours of his face.
"You did not stand this past Hatching, Nellaris. Why is that?" R'nya's voice was gentle, mildly toned so as not to intimidate or come across as disproving. Waiting for the child to answer, the bronzerider sliced the red fruit carefully, and popped a slice in his mouth. He chewed silently as he waited.
sorry for the delay! Also, ipad post, so apologies for any odd words/typoes.
"Relax, child." There was no harm in the words, though R'nya would have been surprised if she actively did as she was told. She seemed somewhat high strung, and while R'nya was well aware of her inclination to work herself to the bone, he was amused by her inability to even sit still long enough to enjoy a meal she had had a hand in creating. If she couldn't enjoy her own work, how could she expect those around her, and within the Weyr, to enjoy it? The bronzerider opted not to commen ton that, however (despite Xyreith's encouragement that he do just that), as the girl continued to eat. His approval flickered over the otherwise placid contours of his face.
"You did not stand this past Hatching, Nellaris. Why is that?" R'nya's voice was gentle, mildly toned so as not to intimidate or come across as disproving. Waiting for the child to answer, the bronzerider sliced the red fruit carefully, and popped a slice in his mouth. He chewed silently as he waited.
sorry for the delay! Also, ipad post, so apologies for any odd words/typoes.