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24.Feb.12, 09:55 AM
Following Indivara in came Par'a, her hair neatly groomed for once. Like always, she was muttering softly as she told Grith that no, she couldn't come into the Craft Hall to help her. The Green's loud creels could be heard through the windows as she flounced around the exterior, a likely activity for her to be doing until Par'a left for lunch.
Entering the room where the cloth was kept she eyed the pile that Indivara had dropped to the ground. "You should handle other people's things with more respect." Par'a commented lightly. It wasn't scolding, more just a note in passing. Whether or not she actually did treat the clothes with more respect after that the Greenrider had little care for. She wasn't her child or grandchild, discipline was to be enforced by her blood family, not a random dragonrider. Par'a was however, thankful for the load of clothes she had brought in. Having done chores like these for so many turns, she knew that they usually patched up clothes and remade those that were beyond repair. She herself had lacked the motivation to fetch worn clothes from people, figuring that some spry little glow would do it themselves. Which she had been right on the mark with.
"Hello!" She greeted the three brightly, having taken now to ignoring Grith's mental assault. She knew Indivara, even with her terrible penchant for names it was hard to forget one of the first children born at Katila, whom she had looked after several times as a young girl. Breccan she didn't recognise in the slightest, which Par'a then slotted her into the group of Candidate, since even those who came south with the dragonriders she vaguely recognised. Talian caused her to pause however. She recognised the young man, something in her mind sent off a small alarm bell. Did she know him? Most likely she had promised to remember his name but there was nothing popping to the forefront of his mind. Perhaps it was safe to just pretend she remembered, and introduce herself to the young lady. Maybe she would say his name.
"I'm Par'a. If you keep an eye on the window you will eventually see Grith, hopefully that's the only way you'll see her," Par'a introduced with a slight laugh, holding her hand out to Breccan. Whether or not Breccan knew of Grith's rather… intruding habits depended on whether or not she paid attention to the gossip of the Weyr. Though, how one could ignore glaringly obvious results of Grith's enthusiasm - Dining Hall doors, anyone? - was beyond Par'a. Glancing over to the window she sighed, Grith passed right as she looked over, bouncing and half-flapping so as to take giant leaps as she did laps of the hall. At least she would get plenty of exercise now, which would help to prevent any freak-strains like she had gotten in her wing not so long ago.
Entering the room where the cloth was kept she eyed the pile that Indivara had dropped to the ground. "You should handle other people's things with more respect." Par'a commented lightly. It wasn't scolding, more just a note in passing. Whether or not she actually did treat the clothes with more respect after that the Greenrider had little care for. She wasn't her child or grandchild, discipline was to be enforced by her blood family, not a random dragonrider. Par'a was however, thankful for the load of clothes she had brought in. Having done chores like these for so many turns, she knew that they usually patched up clothes and remade those that were beyond repair. She herself had lacked the motivation to fetch worn clothes from people, figuring that some spry little glow would do it themselves. Which she had been right on the mark with.
"Hello!" She greeted the three brightly, having taken now to ignoring Grith's mental assault. She knew Indivara, even with her terrible penchant for names it was hard to forget one of the first children born at Katila, whom she had looked after several times as a young girl. Breccan she didn't recognise in the slightest, which Par'a then slotted her into the group of Candidate, since even those who came south with the dragonriders she vaguely recognised. Talian caused her to pause however. She recognised the young man, something in her mind sent off a small alarm bell. Did she know him? Most likely she had promised to remember his name but there was nothing popping to the forefront of his mind. Perhaps it was safe to just pretend she remembered, and introduce herself to the young lady. Maybe she would say his name.
"I'm Par'a. If you keep an eye on the window you will eventually see Grith, hopefully that's the only way you'll see her," Par'a introduced with a slight laugh, holding her hand out to Breccan. Whether or not Breccan knew of Grith's rather… intruding habits depended on whether or not she paid attention to the gossip of the Weyr. Though, how one could ignore glaringly obvious results of Grith's enthusiasm - Dining Hall doors, anyone? - was beyond Par'a. Glancing over to the window she sighed, Grith passed right as she looked over, bouncing and half-flapping so as to take giant leaps as she did laps of the hall. At least she would get plenty of exercise now, which would help to prevent any freak-strains like she had gotten in her wing not so long ago.
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