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29.Mar.12, 08:09 PM
She watched Valerian shuffle things from her location, squatting in front of him. "You need any help with that?" Jada inquired, coming to her feet. She could remember when she was little, and the motion would have been awkward and bumbling; she probably would have been liable to fall into the other person, often sending who-knew-what flying or falling. "Impressing bored Weyrfolk could be just as beneficial as Impressing a dragon, I'm sure." Much as she disliked the method of her arrival, she was falling in love with the myriad people in the Weyr. Valerian might not care to Impress them, but she did. In the end, he would probably be much happier than she would.
If only she could allow herself to relax like that.
"We're more than welcome to interact with them." the young Harper was more than mildly amused, though she was quite able to resist any loud guffawing. . "In fact, we've little enough choice in the matter unless we just lock ourselves in the barracks, and something would drag us outside eventually, be it food or the privy. I think they mostly believe we'll be inundated with them, so we may as well hurry up and learn. You missed Nirinath's Flight." It had been incredible, though she'd seen the aftermath. Many had been effected by the emotions of the gold Flight, by the strong waves of desire; almost no one had crawled from their beds until late the next day.
She'd been barely able to resist some 'urges' of her own.
Closing the supply cabinet back up, she gestured back the way they had come from. "I can get any doors for you, or show you anything else you feel the need to see." Jada offered, eager to help in any way she could. Though when he asked for her name, the smile that crossed her face was anything but sweet: It was downright impish, if she had to pick a label for what she could feel. Goodness only knew what an expression the other Harper imagined he saw in it. Should she tell him her name? He probably wouldn't care if she didn't, but it would prick her until she went mad with it. Litir's bratty little sister.
That was all she'd been for turns, it seemed. Katila was a place for changes, not the same-old same-old.
"Jada." she said simply.
If only she could allow herself to relax like that.
"We're more than welcome to interact with them." the young Harper was more than mildly amused, though she was quite able to resist any loud guffawing. . "In fact, we've little enough choice in the matter unless we just lock ourselves in the barracks, and something would drag us outside eventually, be it food or the privy. I think they mostly believe we'll be inundated with them, so we may as well hurry up and learn. You missed Nirinath's Flight." It had been incredible, though she'd seen the aftermath. Many had been effected by the emotions of the gold Flight, by the strong waves of desire; almost no one had crawled from their beds until late the next day.
She'd been barely able to resist some 'urges' of her own.
Closing the supply cabinet back up, she gestured back the way they had come from. "I can get any doors for you, or show you anything else you feel the need to see." Jada offered, eager to help in any way she could. Though when he asked for her name, the smile that crossed her face was anything but sweet: It was downright impish, if she had to pick a label for what she could feel. Goodness only knew what an expression the other Harper imagined he saw in it. Should she tell him her name? He probably wouldn't care if she didn't, but it would prick her until she went mad with it. Litir's bratty little sister.
That was all she'd been for turns, it seemed. Katila was a place for changes, not the same-old same-old.
"Jada." she said simply.
