07.Oct.12, 02:36 PM
Grey-green eyes darted up to the Bronzerider’s face at his advice, flashing with indignation though she kept her mouth shut. She might listen in on the gossip from time to time but never once had she indulged in the act of gossiping since her arrival here. She certainly would never get involved in gossip about someone so prestigious as a bronzerider. Nodding mutely, a show of her compliance, she then glanced away from his intense blue-grey eyes to look at Seijin and Sanderon. Would they keep this incident to themselves? She rather hoped that Seijin wouldn’t put the dragonrider in an awkward position, but Sanderon…what was she supposed to think about a man who had shot an arrow at a dragon, even if it had been in self defense? Still, she would not pass judgment on him until she got to know him a little better.
When R’nya brought up S’kef, Jisralna wondered how the brownrider would react. According to the gossips—several of the older weavers—whom she listened to on occasion, he wasn’t exactly the friendliest of men and R’nya seemed to think the same. Would the brownrider get upset? Would he laugh it off? Perhaps he would go on a manhunt until the perpetrator was found. Wincing slightly at the thought of another public punishment, Jisra shook the thought from her head as R’nya excused himself. Quickly bobbing in a curtsy she murmured a polite “Sir” before glancing at the two younger men.
“We should keep this to ourselves.” She wrung her hands in front of her, her voice soft and her gaze indirect. The last thing she wanted to do was humiliate someone as hardworking and level-headed as R’nya and she doubted it would ever be a good idea to humiliate S’kef.
When R’nya brought up S’kef, Jisralna wondered how the brownrider would react. According to the gossips—several of the older weavers—whom she listened to on occasion, he wasn’t exactly the friendliest of men and R’nya seemed to think the same. Would the brownrider get upset? Would he laugh it off? Perhaps he would go on a manhunt until the perpetrator was found. Wincing slightly at the thought of another public punishment, Jisra shook the thought from her head as R’nya excused himself. Quickly bobbing in a curtsy she murmured a polite “Sir” before glancing at the two younger men.
“We should keep this to ourselves.” She wrung her hands in front of her, her voice soft and her gaze indirect. The last thing she wanted to do was humiliate someone as hardworking and level-headed as R’nya and she doubted it would ever be a good idea to humiliate S’kef.