09.Jan.13, 02:45 PM
"I came to adulthood in the wilds out here, with only a man and his green for company," Ellaira said, her voice touched with the barest hint of melancholy before she banished such emotion back to the past, where they belonged. "And now, well, you can still find places to escape in a Weyr so spread-out and odd as Katila." The beastcrafter scrubbed her arms emphatically, ducking back underwater to grab more clean sand for her neck and face. She came back up with a gasp for the cold.
"Young and nubile lizards?" Ellaira giggled at that. "I could get behind such an idea!" The woman glanced at the sand in her hand, pondering whether it was worthwhile to try and clean her hair, or if she'd just end up dealing with grit falling out of her tresses for days. Grit, she decided after a moment. With overly dramatic gestures, Ellaira spread the sand across her cheeks and forehead. She turned to Jada and batted her eyelashes.
"Don't I just look the desire of every handsome lizard about?" she asked, patting her cheek lightly in imitation of some of the more foolish sorts of women at the Weyr. "Why, I'm sure--" her comment was cut off as a clod of wet sand slipped down her nose to fall into her mouth. Ellaira sputtered.
"Pyeh! Ptu!" She tried to spit out the sand, finally ducking under the water and scrubbing her mouth with one hand, scrubbing her face for good measure before coming out of the water, laughing. "Sand tastes disgusting!"
"Young and nubile lizards?" Ellaira giggled at that. "I could get behind such an idea!" The woman glanced at the sand in her hand, pondering whether it was worthwhile to try and clean her hair, or if she'd just end up dealing with grit falling out of her tresses for days. Grit, she decided after a moment. With overly dramatic gestures, Ellaira spread the sand across her cheeks and forehead. She turned to Jada and batted her eyelashes.
"Don't I just look the desire of every handsome lizard about?" she asked, patting her cheek lightly in imitation of some of the more foolish sorts of women at the Weyr. "Why, I'm sure--" her comment was cut off as a clod of wet sand slipped down her nose to fall into her mouth. Ellaira sputtered.
"Pyeh! Ptu!" She tried to spit out the sand, finally ducking under the water and scrubbing her mouth with one hand, scrubbing her face for good measure before coming out of the water, laughing. "Sand tastes disgusting!"