06.May.12, 04:39 PM
I'shan was so drawn in by his dialogue with Ilveriath (who, remember, he isn't talking to right now) that he didn't notice Jazira's approach. He flinched lightly, half expected to get driven into the ground by N'gelt, but was relieved when he turned his head to see Jazira instead.
"Oh, hi," he said softly, his usually enthusiastic voice oddly smooth and mellow. He smiled at her, lacking in it;s normal spirit but not in sincerity, before happily accepting the new mug of klah. The old one was too cold to drink anyhow.
"I'm okay," he said, taking a slow sip before pushing the mug away a little bit and resting both elbows on the table. He let out a soft laugh that could only be described as a giggle at her belch. Haha, she's as good at that as I am he thought with approval. After a moment of hesitation, he accepted the offer for a hug. He snaked one arm around her and gave her one good, firm squeeze. "I'm okay."
Has she heard?
Has anyone not heard?
I'shan's stomach turned a flip.
"I'm just worried my Weyrmate will be angry with me," he mumbled, figuring he may as well come clean about his gloomy attitude. It wasn't fair to sit there and act dramatic, only to refuse to actually talk about it. "Thanks for asking, though," he continued, eyes darting down to her leg. "Is that feeling any better?" he inquired.The wound looked awfully nasty at their first encounter, but I'shan didn't know the first thing about medicine and didn't have a strong stomach when it came to wounds. Everything looked catastrophic to him, even he knew that.
"Oh, hi," he said softly, his usually enthusiastic voice oddly smooth and mellow. He smiled at her, lacking in it;s normal spirit but not in sincerity, before happily accepting the new mug of klah. The old one was too cold to drink anyhow.
"I'm okay," he said, taking a slow sip before pushing the mug away a little bit and resting both elbows on the table. He let out a soft laugh that could only be described as a giggle at her belch. Haha, she's as good at that as I am he thought with approval. After a moment of hesitation, he accepted the offer for a hug. He snaked one arm around her and gave her one good, firm squeeze. "I'm okay."
Has she heard?
Has anyone not heard?
I'shan's stomach turned a flip.
"I'm just worried my Weyrmate will be angry with me," he mumbled, figuring he may as well come clean about his gloomy attitude. It wasn't fair to sit there and act dramatic, only to refuse to actually talk about it. "Thanks for asking, though," he continued, eyes darting down to her leg. "Is that feeling any better?" he inquired.The wound looked awfully nasty at their first encounter, but I'shan didn't know the first thing about medicine and didn't have a strong stomach when it came to wounds. Everything looked catastrophic to him, even he knew that.