17.Feb.13, 06:48 PM
"Pardon me," Mevrit spoke softly as Lorenou reached over her shoulder to grab a plate. Naturally, she assumed that she was in the way, or that the other Candidate was eager to grab some food. She was familiar with Lorenou, though not enough that she had actually sat down and spoken with him. Her social group was painfully small, and Rhaedalyn seemed to be the best at tolerating Mevrit's awkward social chatter. Indivara seemed to find her amusing too, but most people seemed put-off by Mevrit's dishonest attempts at friendship. Overall, she was not adverse to talking to the young man, especially if it meant making another friend when she had so few.
The young woman was completely oblivious to the way Lorenou dressed. She never had much interest in men or women. The first time she had been with a man was when she got pregnant, and she was not eager to repeat the experience and go through another difficult pregnancy. She had abandoned her children to the crèche as soon as they were old enough, and as soon as she didn't feel guilty about leaving them in the care of someone else. Most women would be better mothers than Mevrit was. Lorenou's trade would be of absolutely no interest to her, and while she knew what it was, she pretended not to. It wasn't that important, anyways.
"Seeing as I am no longer pregnant, I think I can survive the risk." As if to be daring she took a cup of redfruit juice. She really doubted that it was spiked, and if it was... well, she was not one to get smashing drunk so early in the day. It would probably not be enough to get her tipsy off of one glass. Mevrit was a serious individual, but it was clear that she was at least taking some effort to be humorous. It likely failed, as did most things when it came to Mevrit socializing. She still had Trader blood, and unfortunately it meant that her social skills were fine tuned towards a more business-oriented world instead of making friends or lovers (not that she would ever take a lover).
"How are you doing, Lorenuo?" she inquired softly, to be proper and polite.
The young woman was completely oblivious to the way Lorenou dressed. She never had much interest in men or women. The first time she had been with a man was when she got pregnant, and she was not eager to repeat the experience and go through another difficult pregnancy. She had abandoned her children to the crèche as soon as they were old enough, and as soon as she didn't feel guilty about leaving them in the care of someone else. Most women would be better mothers than Mevrit was. Lorenou's trade would be of absolutely no interest to her, and while she knew what it was, she pretended not to. It wasn't that important, anyways.
"Seeing as I am no longer pregnant, I think I can survive the risk." As if to be daring she took a cup of redfruit juice. She really doubted that it was spiked, and if it was... well, she was not one to get smashing drunk so early in the day. It would probably not be enough to get her tipsy off of one glass. Mevrit was a serious individual, but it was clear that she was at least taking some effort to be humorous. It likely failed, as did most things when it came to Mevrit socializing. She still had Trader blood, and unfortunately it meant that her social skills were fine tuned towards a more business-oriented world instead of making friends or lovers (not that she would ever take a lover).
"How are you doing, Lorenuo?" she inquired softly, to be proper and polite.