21.Feb.21, 09:13 AM
Kalea didn’t flinch as A’tay came towards her and Xyxyth, just watched him with cautiously calculating eyes, wondering what he was up to now. Was he going to take his dragon and leave her on the beach? She was surprised that he kept his chess pieces on his person, and chewed her bottom lip as he unhooked his bag from Xyxyth and started pulling things out of it. A frown marred her features and Kalea stood up slowly, putting her hands behind her back and shaking her head. “Fen won’t like it if I ruin your bag,” Kalea said quietly, grimacing as she slowly let her personality leek back into view. “He’d probably make me clean it until it’s cleaner than when you got it!”
She really didn’t want to take his bag, and not only because now she had a very clear image of F’drel punishing her for doing so! Though that was the biggest part of it all, really. She didn’t want to be stuck washing A’tay’s bag for a billion years to make it cleaner than when it had been bought or gifted to him or whatever. But it also seemed really bad manners to take a bag that wasn’t hers and fill it with sea creatures that might or might not stay in one piece as they were dragged to the kitchen at the Weyr. Kalea sighed dramatically, indecisive.
“I don’t hate you,” Kalea said, blinking and looking confused as she stared up at A’tay. It took her a moment to realise there had been more to his comment, and she blinked again, this time her excitement and bubbly persona flooding to the surface; Kalea bounced on the balls of her feet, clasping her hands in front of her as she bit her bottom lip. “Really?” She asked, hopeful and excited. Knowing about plants that couldn’t be eaten would be so interesting! Kalea, who absolutely loathed being taught things, didn’t realise that’s exactly what A’tay had offered to do.
She really didn’t want to take his bag, and not only because now she had a very clear image of F’drel punishing her for doing so! Though that was the biggest part of it all, really. She didn’t want to be stuck washing A’tay’s bag for a billion years to make it cleaner than when it had been bought or gifted to him or whatever. But it also seemed really bad manners to take a bag that wasn’t hers and fill it with sea creatures that might or might not stay in one piece as they were dragged to the kitchen at the Weyr. Kalea sighed dramatically, indecisive.
“I don’t hate you,” Kalea said, blinking and looking confused as she stared up at A’tay. It took her a moment to realise there had been more to his comment, and she blinked again, this time her excitement and bubbly persona flooding to the surface; Kalea bounced on the balls of her feet, clasping her hands in front of her as she bit her bottom lip. “Really?” She asked, hopeful and excited. Knowing about plants that couldn’t be eaten would be so interesting! Kalea, who absolutely loathed being taught things, didn’t realise that’s exactly what A’tay had offered to do.