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01.Oct.12, 05:35 PM
Clearly flustered and out of sorts, the Weaver woman continued to fidget; smoothing her gown though there were no creases, fussing with the end of her braid, retying the embroidered sash that cinched in the waist of her rather plain gown. Convinced that she’d more than made of fool of herself—which wasn’t something she was particularly used to since arriving two years prior—she lowered her gaze and nibbled lightly on the inside of her lower lip. Clearly this “getting out more often” idea was going to take a bit more effort to implement. Socializing was proving to be far more difficult that Jisra had expected. Of course it didn’t help that almost every last man and woman in Katlia seemed to have been born with or developed a rather substantial amount of sarcasm.
When the Candidate—she remembered him from before the beating though she doubted she would ever get that image out of her mind and the thought of it made bile creepy up and tickle the back of her throat—skirted around her to inspect the board, she slowly turned and finally lifted her grey-green eyes and moved alongside him, studying his reaction. There was no reaction. Blinking she interlaced her fingers in front of her to keep from fidgeting and once again her cheeks were flushed with color. He’d read the post and…was critiquing it?
“But it should not be up there. What would R’nya or S’kef say? It is very rude to put something like that up for everyone to see, regardless of its verity.” Her voice was soft but marked her as both concerned and a little distraught by the whole situation. There was, after all, only so much a woman could handle. With a sigh, she contemplated taking down the post, but hesitated as the bulletin board was for Weyr officials to post on and she’d not been given permission to do so. Perhaps she’d seek out R’nya and discretely inform him of the post so he could deal with it. He was one of the new Wingleaders and so had far more authority than she ever would in regards to the board.
“I am Jisralna. Would you be so kind as to remind me of your name? I remember that you arrived shortly before I was transferred to the Weyr from the Isle. I hope you are doing well.” She tactfully skirted around the prominent event that most people knew him from. She would not lie and say she didn’t see him in her mind’s eye, strapped to a whipping post, but neither would she offer up the information and shame the man without cause. While the reason for punishment if not the severity of the punishment might have been warranted, it was never a good idea to fling such things into the face of the men who had suffered them, especially not ones who had been rumored to have gone a little mad. The subject of the Hatching, however, was safe enough. “I thought it was a lovely hatching. The little Gold seemed to cause a stir. I rather liked the blue though; I think I harbor a childhood fondness for them, though. What about you; did you enjoy the Hatching?”
When the Candidate—she remembered him from before the beating though she doubted she would ever get that image out of her mind and the thought of it made bile creepy up and tickle the back of her throat—skirted around her to inspect the board, she slowly turned and finally lifted her grey-green eyes and moved alongside him, studying his reaction. There was no reaction. Blinking she interlaced her fingers in front of her to keep from fidgeting and once again her cheeks were flushed with color. He’d read the post and…was critiquing it?
“But it should not be up there. What would R’nya or S’kef say? It is very rude to put something like that up for everyone to see, regardless of its verity.” Her voice was soft but marked her as both concerned and a little distraught by the whole situation. There was, after all, only so much a woman could handle. With a sigh, she contemplated taking down the post, but hesitated as the bulletin board was for Weyr officials to post on and she’d not been given permission to do so. Perhaps she’d seek out R’nya and discretely inform him of the post so he could deal with it. He was one of the new Wingleaders and so had far more authority than she ever would in regards to the board.
“I am Jisralna. Would you be so kind as to remind me of your name? I remember that you arrived shortly before I was transferred to the Weyr from the Isle. I hope you are doing well.” She tactfully skirted around the prominent event that most people knew him from. She would not lie and say she didn’t see him in her mind’s eye, strapped to a whipping post, but neither would she offer up the information and shame the man without cause. While the reason for punishment if not the severity of the punishment might have been warranted, it was never a good idea to fling such things into the face of the men who had suffered them, especially not ones who had been rumored to have gone a little mad. The subject of the Hatching, however, was safe enough. “I thought it was a lovely hatching. The little Gold seemed to cause a stir. I rather liked the blue though; I think I harbor a childhood fondness for them, though. What about you; did you enjoy the Hatching?”
