04.Jun.12, 09:57 AM
Lymsleia stepepd inside, "Bela." she greeated he wood worker with a pleasant happy voice. THe echoing of the voice around the empty hall mae her freeze. She reminded herself that woodcrafter were not healers and so could sleep. "I was wondering when you had some time ,and some spare wood, could I get a few... decorative peices?" Lymsleia felt silly asking for something like that but it was the thought that counted right?
As Lymsleia found herself watching the wood worker. Indivara caught her attention. "Looking good, Indi-vara." she finished slowly, as if she had caught herself memntally that she couldn't call the young woman 'indy' at all. The facially scared girl was actually more deserving of her respect. "How are you today?" she asked .
"Ahh about my peices, well a box, actually something to put things in and maybe a few wooden dragons? something decorative. I sort of want to briighten up the infirmary." she licked her lips. She felt stupid and slow, speaking now. Out of touch with the Weyr and its reality.
As Lymsleia found herself watching the wood worker. Indivara caught her attention. "Looking good, Indi-vara." she finished slowly, as if she had caught herself memntally that she couldn't call the young woman 'indy' at all. The facially scared girl was actually more deserving of her respect. "How are you today?" she asked .
"Ahh about my peices, well a box, actually something to put things in and maybe a few wooden dragons? something decorative. I sort of want to briighten up the infirmary." she licked her lips. She felt stupid and slow, speaking now. Out of touch with the Weyr and its reality.