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21.Mar.12, 07:37 PM
Engrossed in her work, Jada missed the door opening and closing; missed the sound of footsteps in the hall. Instead, she was focused on making certain that the curtain hung just so o the rod. Hmm, perhaps she could move this end over just a hair? She really should- oops! Wobbling! Wobbling! Her chair, already on two legs, teetered onto one and Jada tried to push it back to two. Or four! Four was a very good idea. Agh! The sound of a soft, masculine voice behind her was the last straw on her already splintered concentration, and Jada went toppling to the floor in a ‘graceful’ windmill of limbs. To add insult to injury, the newcomer was mocking her decorating skills. ‘Subpar’ indeed! While admittedly Jada was no seamstress, she thought the colors looked lovely. And seasonal! She could sulk, or she could get up and see what he wanted from her. Considering that she was expecting someone new, she should probably get up. Since the breath had been crushed out of her body, she remained on the floor. Tilting her head, she stared at the upside-down figure, trying to decide if she knew who it was. It was possible, she decided, there was a certain familiarity in his face.
“Subpar decorator.” She decided, her tone as dry as his was. “I’m afraid your dragon is in another Weyr.” Jada quickly rolled onto her belly and pressed her hands to the floor, pushing to her feet, dusting off the legs of her pants. Gripping the chair in one hand she tugged it up and pushed it back into place against the wall, ready to go for round two once she’d taken care of all her new associate’s needs. “Though I will be more than happy to serve as guide in a temporary capacity should you know what you’re looking for.” The Harper briskly dusted off her hands and moved across the room until she was standing in front of the stranger, her eyes about even with his nose. “Welcome to Katila.” She glanced up at him, amber eyes narrowing in consideration. She did know this face, but she couldn’t quite place who owned it, and that irritated her. Why did he look so familiar? Knowing he was one of her fellow Harpers didn’t narrow her options down very much, alas, since she’d lived her entire life in Harper Hall, she knew quite a few people.
He looked to be around Jada’s own age, give or take a couple of turns. Dark hair, dark eyes, a clear complexion. Maybe it was the shape of his nose? But as she ran through the list of people she could remember, one niggled at the edge of her mind, dangling. Could it be?
“Are you Valerian?” Could he be? She hadn’t seen him in 6 turns if it was! He’d been one of her brothers friends, and she could remember the other boy fairly well, but the face was only a hint similar to her memory. Of course, she’d not only been seeing him from a distinctly different angle that many turns ago, but his face was much slimmer than it had been. Still, the nose was right, as was the sardonic attitude. She’d put marks on him not remembering her though, even if he tried. She wasn’t 14 anymore! No, the girl Valerian might recall had been all angles and sharp, skinny limbs, big eyes and an often dirty face. She’d been a mischievous child, though.
Pinched cheeks just like her mother.
“Subpar decorator.” She decided, her tone as dry as his was. “I’m afraid your dragon is in another Weyr.” Jada quickly rolled onto her belly and pressed her hands to the floor, pushing to her feet, dusting off the legs of her pants. Gripping the chair in one hand she tugged it up and pushed it back into place against the wall, ready to go for round two once she’d taken care of all her new associate’s needs. “Though I will be more than happy to serve as guide in a temporary capacity should you know what you’re looking for.” The Harper briskly dusted off her hands and moved across the room until she was standing in front of the stranger, her eyes about even with his nose. “Welcome to Katila.” She glanced up at him, amber eyes narrowing in consideration. She did know this face, but she couldn’t quite place who owned it, and that irritated her. Why did he look so familiar? Knowing he was one of her fellow Harpers didn’t narrow her options down very much, alas, since she’d lived her entire life in Harper Hall, she knew quite a few people.
He looked to be around Jada’s own age, give or take a couple of turns. Dark hair, dark eyes, a clear complexion. Maybe it was the shape of his nose? But as she ran through the list of people she could remember, one niggled at the edge of her mind, dangling. Could it be?
“Are you Valerian?” Could he be? She hadn’t seen him in 6 turns if it was! He’d been one of her brothers friends, and she could remember the other boy fairly well, but the face was only a hint similar to her memory. Of course, she’d not only been seeing him from a distinctly different angle that many turns ago, but his face was much slimmer than it had been. Still, the nose was right, as was the sardonic attitude. She’d put marks on him not remembering her though, even if he tried. She wasn’t 14 anymore! No, the girl Valerian might recall had been all angles and sharp, skinny limbs, big eyes and an often dirty face. She’d been a mischievous child, though.
Pinched cheeks just like her mother.
