26.Sep.12, 01:03 AM
A throaty chuckle—well meant of course—was the only acknowledgement that Jisralna gave to Seijin’s embarrassment. Not for the first time she wondered how her family was faring both in High Reaches and Southern Boll though after two years at Katila, even if she were given the chance to leave, to return to her old life, it would not be an easy decision. Though she knew her Mother and Father were likely worried and that the siblings that remembered her might be concerned, she’d made a life for herself. She wasn’t assisting a bitter older half-sibling or trying to please a biological father with unrealistic expectations. She could be herself and her skills were taken at face value, used to the benefit of many rather than the frivolous desires of a single family.
“There always seem to be berries about; otherwise there would not be so many bubbly pies.” And anyone who knew Jisralna knew that such a scenario would be devastating. It was truly her greatest weakness; she was unable to help herself when she smelled the tangy sweet aroma of bubbly pies. She just had to have one…and that often led to an all out raid on the supply unless someone was there to moderate her. “Everything here is just so much more…vibrant!”
Setting back to work digging out the largest of the white roots, she settled them in her basket and then when she was sure she had more than enough for the laundry as well as to bleach some thread, she pushed herself to her feet, slapping at her skirts to shake loose as much dirt as she could though the dress would need a thorough washing when she returned home. “So, how have Candidate Lessons been?”
“There always seem to be berries about; otherwise there would not be so many bubbly pies.” And anyone who knew Jisralna knew that such a scenario would be devastating. It was truly her greatest weakness; she was unable to help herself when she smelled the tangy sweet aroma of bubbly pies. She just had to have one…and that often led to an all out raid on the supply unless someone was there to moderate her. “Everything here is just so much more…vibrant!”
Setting back to work digging out the largest of the white roots, she settled them in her basket and then when she was sure she had more than enough for the laundry as well as to bleach some thread, she pushed herself to her feet, slapping at her skirts to shake loose as much dirt as she could though the dress would need a thorough washing when she returned home. “So, how have Candidate Lessons been?”