09.Apr.12, 01:06 PM
Jazz having had yet another mood swing made her way into the dining caverns. figuring that a mug of klah would soothe her damaged pride. She would be attending the hatching, that was why they brought her to this sharding place not to be a brood mare to be lumped with screaming brats. Fanath help any man who tried. Spotting some taking up so much room mildly irriated her as she headed over to tell him off, she paused noting the lining of careful stitches, purses her lips, she moved a sidestep over, catching him stitch the neat line.
"If you wet your hair then apply pressure it'll stay out of your eyes." She uttered softly, propping a hand on her hips, her lips threatening to twist upward into either a smirk or a fully fledged smile. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, eyes still locked on the neat line of stitching, she however remained silent. If he gave the signal, she'd leave but intrigue was always a good thing right?
"If you wet your hair then apply pressure it'll stay out of your eyes." She uttered softly, propping a hand on her hips, her lips threatening to twist upward into either a smirk or a fully fledged smile. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, eyes still locked on the neat line of stitching, she however remained silent. If he gave the signal, she'd leave but intrigue was always a good thing right?