30.Sep.12, 08:01 PM
Sighing, Jisra turned to face Seijin, her basket clasped demurely in front of her. Why would he want to know about who she thought was attractive anyway? Tilting her head slightly she tried to seek out his reasons but his smile gave nothing away though she had a feeling perhaps he had devious—if harmless—intent behind his question. When he finally spoke, claiming to simply be curious she raised an auburn brow slightly and smiled slightly. She understood being curious, it was what led her to do quite a few things that would otherwise seem far out of character for a meek young Weaver woman.
“Well, Seijin. If you must know…” The flush returned to her cheek as she mustered up the courage to at least admit she found some of the men attractive. It was far more forward than she was used to being and a great deal more open as well. “I will give you three names, though I am not sure what you would want with them.” Again she paused as though considering reneging her offer before finally she spoke the names, uncertain if Seijin even knew any of the men or what he would do with their names once he had them. She certainly hoped he would not run about shouting her opinions to the entire Weyr. At least she was certain that he likely wouldn’t take pleasure in humiliating her like her sister had when informing her of her first love interest’s infidelities. Face aflame, she finally spoke the three names—only three of perhaps a half dozen—then turned away again, hiding.
“Echlerov, R’nya and Allendris.”
“Well, Seijin. If you must know…” The flush returned to her cheek as she mustered up the courage to at least admit she found some of the men attractive. It was far more forward than she was used to being and a great deal more open as well. “I will give you three names, though I am not sure what you would want with them.” Again she paused as though considering reneging her offer before finally she spoke the names, uncertain if Seijin even knew any of the men or what he would do with their names once he had them. She certainly hoped he would not run about shouting her opinions to the entire Weyr. At least she was certain that he likely wouldn’t take pleasure in humiliating her like her sister had when informing her of her first love interest’s infidelities. Face aflame, she finally spoke the three names—only three of perhaps a half dozen—then turned away again, hiding.
“Echlerov, R’nya and Allendris.”