26.Jan.12, 01:36 AM
She nodded though she looked around as she did so taking it all in. Though after she focuses on the journeyman vinter. She touched her lips a moment. "I am enjoying at least... some of it Echlerov...." she spoke his name with a strangely musical tone. The blue she wore was only a few shades off from Harper-blue, and for a moment she seemed perhaps older than her 19 turns seem. "Its.. different. I mean its a Weyr a live and.. breathing.. with.. DRAGONS." she says in such a childish tone- with a wild grin. She shrinks back after speaking a little bit louder than normal, as if perhaps she may be rebuked for speaking in such a manner.
She adjusted her dark hair, and her grey eye flickered a moment, changing from grey to blue back to grey in the light. "I'd love some wine, though maybe I'd better taste the fruit juice first.." Lymsleia bit her lip. "Have you experiement with native fruits here? I mean you might be able to make some very unique wine flavors with just the native fruits.
She look at the sky again. "So dragons are still alive." Spoking in almost a reverent whisper, the young Journeywoman healer glanced to the vinter. "How long have you been here?"
She adjusted her dark hair, and her grey eye flickered a moment, changing from grey to blue back to grey in the light. "I'd love some wine, though maybe I'd better taste the fruit juice first.." Lymsleia bit her lip. "Have you experiement with native fruits here? I mean you might be able to make some very unique wine flavors with just the native fruits.
She look at the sky again. "So dragons are still alive." Spoking in almost a reverent whisper, the young Journeywoman healer glanced to the vinter. "How long have you been here?"