22.Aug.12, 02:59 PM
Jada had been having quite a lovely morning. She had woken up in a bed that was not sand and dragonhide, indulged in a little cleanliness, and made plans to go and spend some time with Tsuen or E'lore. They each had much to teach her, if she could manage to pin either of them down for very long. Krypth had been inquiring about a bath this morning, but she refused to leave the Sands and Jada refused to turn them into a pulpit for the Gold to wallow in. Silly creature took offense to it, and said Jada was shirking her duties. Hah. Possibly. But there would be no shirking when the gold would just be reasonable.
They had agreed to disagree, and then Jada had been able to putter around her room and clean up some of the mess that had been developing in her distraction. Shirts and Pants were sorted and folded, and her dress was shaken out. She would need to talk to someone in regards to new clothing soon, she realized, and was amused by how... Comfortable that sounded. She hummed, considering, and thinking about the rest of her sevenday.
When would she manage to get the courage to go and discuss with the Weyrleader the promise he had made her when Krypth had risen, about the interviews? And what would be the catch to such an involvement? How would they be able to ensure that the women would still be suitable? Many if them had been through so much change and personal evolution that Jada didn't know...
Ah! So many factors, and it made no sense to consider things which may not even come to pass right now.
When the knock came to her door, Jada paused briefly, face wrinkling up. Had the women cancelled on her already? Shards... She scurried to her door, glad she had been able to afford a little time to clean, and pulled it open. The person on the other side was surprised, to be sure. "S'kef!" She smiled, welcoming, but didn't move from her position in front of the door for a long moment. Why was he here? Had she done something wrong? Was it about...
She realized after a moment that she was being rude, and stepped back. "Please." She forced out, trying not to dwell on all the thoughts- and rumors, and hard-heard truths- that swirled around in her head. "Come in."
They had agreed to disagree, and then Jada had been able to putter around her room and clean up some of the mess that had been developing in her distraction. Shirts and Pants were sorted and folded, and her dress was shaken out. She would need to talk to someone in regards to new clothing soon, she realized, and was amused by how... Comfortable that sounded. She hummed, considering, and thinking about the rest of her sevenday.
When would she manage to get the courage to go and discuss with the Weyrleader the promise he had made her when Krypth had risen, about the interviews? And what would be the catch to such an involvement? How would they be able to ensure that the women would still be suitable? Many if them had been through so much change and personal evolution that Jada didn't know...
Ah! So many factors, and it made no sense to consider things which may not even come to pass right now.
When the knock came to her door, Jada paused briefly, face wrinkling up. Had the women cancelled on her already? Shards... She scurried to her door, glad she had been able to afford a little time to clean, and pulled it open. The person on the other side was surprised, to be sure. "S'kef!" She smiled, welcoming, but didn't move from her position in front of the door for a long moment. Why was he here? Had she done something wrong? Was it about...
She realized after a moment that she was being rude, and stepped back. "Please." She forced out, trying not to dwell on all the thoughts- and rumors, and hard-heard truths- that swirled around in her head. "Come in."