03.Oct.12, 05:41 AM
While there had been a small group of people before the Weyrfolk Hall, Aparicus had been seated a short distance from them as she listened to the conversation without taking part in it. She’d been working on something with a basket in her lap as well as a small jar when she noticed that someone was heading in her direction. Looking up, she was glad she was sitting in the shade and didn’t have to shade her eyes when she recognized the face.
It was Sanderon. The same young man she’d met in the Healer Hall… the same one that had been whipped in public (a display she’d kept well away from) and the same young man she’d hurt with her own words without ever meaning to. Lowering her gaze, she picked up the next seed pod and began to carefully work it open without damaging the small round seeds inside.
Perhaps he was coming to speak with those nearby, though after a moment she glanced up again to realize that the line he made was unwavering and defiantly toward her. Pausing what she was doing, she gave him a timid smile. “Welcome home.” She said softly, unsure if he was still upset over the words she had said during their first meeting. He’d been gone a long time since then and while she’d sent him flowers, it had certainly not been every day like she had promised before she’d upset him so. Not only had she been too afraid to keep the promise, but she had no way of taking them to him while he was being kept on the island. Would he be upset with her for that as well?
It was Sanderon. The same young man she’d met in the Healer Hall… the same one that had been whipped in public (a display she’d kept well away from) and the same young man she’d hurt with her own words without ever meaning to. Lowering her gaze, she picked up the next seed pod and began to carefully work it open without damaging the small round seeds inside.
Perhaps he was coming to speak with those nearby, though after a moment she glanced up again to realize that the line he made was unwavering and defiantly toward her. Pausing what she was doing, she gave him a timid smile. “Welcome home.” She said softly, unsure if he was still upset over the words she had said during their first meeting. He’d been gone a long time since then and while she’d sent him flowers, it had certainly not been every day like she had promised before she’d upset him so. Not only had she been too afraid to keep the promise, but she had no way of taking them to him while he was being kept on the island. Would he be upset with her for that as well?