24.Feb.12, 04:13 PM
Breccan tactfully hid her amusement when shock nearly sent the other girl to the floor. Instead, she settled for a small smile, waiting patiently as Lym struggled to remember her name. From what she remembered, the other girl had never been great with names; she didn't take it personally. Moments later, her patience was rewarded, and she smiled to be remembered.
The smile faltered when Lym claimed they'd been wonderful to her. She remembered some teasing at the Healer Hall about the girl's eyes, some silliness like that. Had Lymsleia taken that so personally that she now felt more comfortable here than she had at Fort? Surely not. Surely this was all some front, and she was planning on returning if she could. She had had a deft touch with women, Brec remembered, specializing in pregnancies or some such. Those were useful skills anywhere. Surely she hadn't been so undervalued up north that she felt she had more worth here?
Breccan was content to listen, sure that she would learn more that way than with questions. Lymsleia kept up a warm flow of talk, and Breccan accepted the hug willingly enough. She liked to be touched; it made her feel a little more stable to share the gesture. "I missed you as well. Writing kind of...got put to the side when I started Journeying. If it helps, I didn't write to anyone," she added a breath of amusement in her last statement, "For some reason it's strange that you aren't fourteen anymore." That made her grin as well. Obviously the girl would be older five turns later. Somehow it was just a shock to see it.
"Not senior just yet. I'm a ways away from the ten-turn mark. Sakes, Lym, I'm only twenty-one," she snorted, amused. She tilted her head slightly, curiosity evident all over her face. "You seem pretty comfortable here. How long ago were you taken?" she had to ask.
The smile faltered when Lym claimed they'd been wonderful to her. She remembered some teasing at the Healer Hall about the girl's eyes, some silliness like that. Had Lymsleia taken that so personally that she now felt more comfortable here than she had at Fort? Surely not. Surely this was all some front, and she was planning on returning if she could. She had had a deft touch with women, Brec remembered, specializing in pregnancies or some such. Those were useful skills anywhere. Surely she hadn't been so undervalued up north that she felt she had more worth here?
Breccan was content to listen, sure that she would learn more that way than with questions. Lymsleia kept up a warm flow of talk, and Breccan accepted the hug willingly enough. She liked to be touched; it made her feel a little more stable to share the gesture. "I missed you as well. Writing kind of...got put to the side when I started Journeying. If it helps, I didn't write to anyone," she added a breath of amusement in her last statement, "For some reason it's strange that you aren't fourteen anymore." That made her grin as well. Obviously the girl would be older five turns later. Somehow it was just a shock to see it.
"Not senior just yet. I'm a ways away from the ten-turn mark. Sakes, Lym, I'm only twenty-one," she snorted, amused. She tilted her head slightly, curiosity evident all over her face. "You seem pretty comfortable here. How long ago were you taken?" she had to ask.