06.Jul.22, 09:54 PM
"Accidentally cut someone once in the kitchen and you're labelled a maniac forever," huffed Zelly under her breath with an eyeroll before giving her brother a solid whack to the chest with the palm of her hand. She wasn't really upset at all, though Zory's quick defense was appreciated and she gave him a cheery smile before playing with his hair a little. "See, Zory appreciates me, Laz." She turned her head to stick her tongue out at her brother, considering trying to tease him a bit more when the topic of Zory's missing finger came up and she decided against it.
Though of course the boy would latch onto the weirdest ideas. If he was going to be weird then she might as well too. "Maybe not a pouch. Maybe you can make a little necklace so you don't drop it and lose it," suggested Zelly in regards to the lucky finger bone. "Though if you don't want people to see the bone, you can hang the pouch around your neck I guess."
Zelana caught Zory's hand as it reached to poke her and gave it a fond squeeze before releasing it. "I don't think I'll go, they have weird rules about girls having to take extra classes there." Sure, the thought of doing healer classes was potentially useful, but it seemed a whole lot of boring work. She was enjoying her current methods where she hung out with Casa and learned more things about herbs and things, and spent time with Gail in libraries, and asked little old ladies in kitchens what sorts of recipes their moms used to make when they were sick. The stricter sort of healing seemed too fussy, too much, and she was sure she'd end up just as grumpy as the healer who had been in charge of her friends when they recovered.
"Oh and yes, I will watch and cheer for you." She gave Zory a smile at that and turned back to her brother. "Candidates don't have to stand for everything, but if you go for too long then they might assign more of the boring chores and you might get kicked out of the candidate barracks to make more room." At least that was what she'd heard, and she had no reason not to believe it since it mostly made sense. "I don't have to worry about that part though since moving in with Pickle." Zelly grinned, still pleased with how things had developed with A'tay since she'd first found him as a boring boy. And now that she'd said it aloud, she couldn't help but give her brother a sly glance to see if he was jealous or not.
Though of course the boy would latch onto the weirdest ideas. If he was going to be weird then she might as well too. "Maybe not a pouch. Maybe you can make a little necklace so you don't drop it and lose it," suggested Zelly in regards to the lucky finger bone. "Though if you don't want people to see the bone, you can hang the pouch around your neck I guess."
Zelana caught Zory's hand as it reached to poke her and gave it a fond squeeze before releasing it. "I don't think I'll go, they have weird rules about girls having to take extra classes there." Sure, the thought of doing healer classes was potentially useful, but it seemed a whole lot of boring work. She was enjoying her current methods where she hung out with Casa and learned more things about herbs and things, and spent time with Gail in libraries, and asked little old ladies in kitchens what sorts of recipes their moms used to make when they were sick. The stricter sort of healing seemed too fussy, too much, and she was sure she'd end up just as grumpy as the healer who had been in charge of her friends when they recovered.
"Oh and yes, I will watch and cheer for you." She gave Zory a smile at that and turned back to her brother. "Candidates don't have to stand for everything, but if you go for too long then they might assign more of the boring chores and you might get kicked out of the candidate barracks to make more room." At least that was what she'd heard, and she had no reason not to believe it since it mostly made sense. "I don't have to worry about that part though since moving in with Pickle." Zelly grinned, still pleased with how things had developed with A'tay since she'd first found him as a boring boy. And now that she'd said it aloud, she couldn't help but give her brother a sly glance to see if he was jealous or not.