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17.Sep.13, 08:29 PM
Aledan buried her look of amusement in her food, not sure whether laughing at Z'jan's expense would offend the greenrider or not. She supposed that his ebullience was a hint, but better to be sure rather than go out on a limb and risk offense. Most people might not have cared enough about such things, but the value she gave to peoples' opinion of her was surprising. She'd rather be that little wraith of a girl who never said a word than the boisterous weyrbrat who didn't know when to shut up.
She didn't quite get the chance to formulate a response to Z'jan's comments before he moved on again, and she took another bite of her bubbly pie, twirling the last chunk of flaky crust between her fingers. As Z'jan attempted to stumble through his explanation her face passed through a variety of expressions before finally settling on amused. "I should mention that excitement and I don't typically go well together." She shrugged. It wasn't so much an issue, really, as anything that could even remotely be considered exciting tended to make her nervous. Something she would have to get over eventually, obviously, but Aeldan was not so noble as to throw herself headfirst out of her comfort zone and into the unknown. That, apparently, was a dragonrider's job, and she could leave that for them for just a bit longer.
"I haven't been yet--I mean, I've been to Hatchings, of course I have, but I've never Stood at one. I'm still--"
Are you mental? He doesn't need to know that!
"...um, yeah." It wasn't the question that got her flustered so much as the fact that her instincts were okay with her nearly spilling her life story to a virtual stranger. She covered it up (she hoped) by finishing off the last crumbs of the bubbly pie, chewing slowly to get herself back under control. Why she bothered was another story altogether, as a small part of her kept saying that Z'jan surely already thought she was mental. "'Going to be' would be the proper way to phrase it, yes."
She didn't quite get the chance to formulate a response to Z'jan's comments before he moved on again, and she took another bite of her bubbly pie, twirling the last chunk of flaky crust between her fingers. As Z'jan attempted to stumble through his explanation her face passed through a variety of expressions before finally settling on amused. "I should mention that excitement and I don't typically go well together." She shrugged. It wasn't so much an issue, really, as anything that could even remotely be considered exciting tended to make her nervous. Something she would have to get over eventually, obviously, but Aeldan was not so noble as to throw herself headfirst out of her comfort zone and into the unknown. That, apparently, was a dragonrider's job, and she could leave that for them for just a bit longer.
"I haven't been yet--I mean, I've been to Hatchings, of course I have, but I've never Stood at one. I'm still--"
Are you mental? He doesn't need to know that!
"...um, yeah." It wasn't the question that got her flustered so much as the fact that her instincts were okay with her nearly spilling her life story to a virtual stranger. She covered it up (she hoped) by finishing off the last crumbs of the bubbly pie, chewing slowly to get herself back under control. Why she bothered was another story altogether, as a small part of her kept saying that Z'jan surely already thought she was mental. "'Going to be' would be the proper way to phrase it, yes."
