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30.Aug.13, 05:14 PM
Aeldan tried her best to, as her father had once put it, "play it cool" despite her budding nerves. At first she'd just been completely mortified at her own clumsiness, and had been so busy apologizing and doing her best to fix the situation as quickly as she possibly could that the thought of being nervous hadn't even crossed her mind. Now that it was pretty clear that her companion wasn't actually angry at all, her brain was starting to function normally (for her, anyway) and that meant nerves. Luckily, they were already vaguely soothed by the fact that she wasn't being yelled at and her idiocy seemed to have gone largely unnoticed to those outside her current little bubble.
"Oh," she paused. "well, at least it's not too bad, I guess." Optimism was a little odd on her tongue, but...apparently her companion was somewhat contagious, because she wasn't feeling quite as mortified as she had been a moment ago. "No, I'm--I had just started. Unfortunately." She shrugged with another light smile. His bluntness didn't go unnoticed, but that was the least of her worries when it came to attitude issues. If he had to be blunt, at least it was partially masked by friendliness. And frankly, everything was blunt as far as Aeldan was concerned. She could deal. She hesitating a moment before speaking again. "You're welcome to join me. If you want." Pushing herself to her feet with her mess of a tray in hand, Aeldan turned back to get rid of the mess of dishes before replacing them with a fresh tray of food.
At the revelation that he was a dragonrider, Aeldan automatically glanced around the dining hall as if his dragon would actually be inside. Then the fact that yes, that had actually been an introduction and not simply a random fact thrown out into the air dawned on her. "I'm Aeldan, I--it's nice to meet you, Z'jan." She cut herself off rather abruptly, unsure of whether to acknowledge the dragon's introduction as well, even if it--she--wasn't right there to hear it. Growing up with dragonriders didn't help much when you were never sure what was tradition and what was just normal because you were family. Being largely too timid to ask when questions arose unless the opportunity was virtually placed in her lap, Aeldan tended to err on the side of caution. The end of his sentence caught her attention, though, and her lip twitched again. "Does she deny you often?"
"Oh," she paused. "well, at least it's not too bad, I guess." Optimism was a little odd on her tongue, but...apparently her companion was somewhat contagious, because she wasn't feeling quite as mortified as she had been a moment ago. "No, I'm--I had just started. Unfortunately." She shrugged with another light smile. His bluntness didn't go unnoticed, but that was the least of her worries when it came to attitude issues. If he had to be blunt, at least it was partially masked by friendliness. And frankly, everything was blunt as far as Aeldan was concerned. She could deal. She hesitating a moment before speaking again. "You're welcome to join me. If you want." Pushing herself to her feet with her mess of a tray in hand, Aeldan turned back to get rid of the mess of dishes before replacing them with a fresh tray of food.
At the revelation that he was a dragonrider, Aeldan automatically glanced around the dining hall as if his dragon would actually be inside. Then the fact that yes, that had actually been an introduction and not simply a random fact thrown out into the air dawned on her. "I'm Aeldan, I--it's nice to meet you, Z'jan." She cut herself off rather abruptly, unsure of whether to acknowledge the dragon's introduction as well, even if it--she--wasn't right there to hear it. Growing up with dragonriders didn't help much when you were never sure what was tradition and what was just normal because you were family. Being largely too timid to ask when questions arose unless the opportunity was virtually placed in her lap, Aeldan tended to err on the side of caution. The end of his sentence caught her attention, though, and her lip twitched again. "Does she deny you often?"
