27.May.12, 09:58 PM
“Really? Hmm...” Par’a frowned, pondering the apparent sourness of Erisi. “Give him some time. They’re all sour at some stage as weyrlings.” She said somewhat seriously. It was true though, especially so with those that Impressed at Katila. Ripped from their homes and shoved onto burning sands to have a dragon invade their mind... Or that’s what the rumours said they felt like anyway. Whether they did or not was another matter entirely, they usually weren’t willing to talk to Par’a, particularly if Grith was nearby.
Chewing through her mouthful she glanced over at Jazira when B’jin addressed her, regarding her with mild surprise. Par’a had no idea who she was faced with; she certainly wasn’t a rider with those healer knots on her shoulder. Given how young she was she had to be a Northerner, the younger survivors that had no dragon partner hadn’t shown a great deal of interest to the crafts, or at least not enough to be awarded a Journeywoman rank. Giving her hand a quick pat on the cloth peeking out from the basket she extended it to Jazira.
“Hi! I’m Par’a.” She introduced herself, wondering only for a moment if she’d already done this. If she had, oh well, it wouldn’t take long for well, anyone really, to notice that she was almost as scatterbrained as her dragon. When it took her fancy, anyway.
B’jin’s comment of uneventful life earned him a dirty scowl and a light punch on the arm, potentially preventing Jazira from the chance to shake her hand given how quickly Par’a had moved. “You filthy liar! I haven’t seen you in what, a week? That means you’ve been busy!” She chided. Stuffing more food into her mouth she continued to scowl at him for a while, her silence punctuated by Grith bugling triumphantly on the roof above them. Casting her gaze up for a moment she shook her head and rolled her eyes.
“Seriously though. You can’t be good and uneventful. That’s.... boring!” Her eyes widened as she uttered the word, as if it was blasphemous. Which, well... it was!
Chewing through her mouthful she glanced over at Jazira when B’jin addressed her, regarding her with mild surprise. Par’a had no idea who she was faced with; she certainly wasn’t a rider with those healer knots on her shoulder. Given how young she was she had to be a Northerner, the younger survivors that had no dragon partner hadn’t shown a great deal of interest to the crafts, or at least not enough to be awarded a Journeywoman rank. Giving her hand a quick pat on the cloth peeking out from the basket she extended it to Jazira.
“Hi! I’m Par’a.” She introduced herself, wondering only for a moment if she’d already done this. If she had, oh well, it wouldn’t take long for well, anyone really, to notice that she was almost as scatterbrained as her dragon. When it took her fancy, anyway.
B’jin’s comment of uneventful life earned him a dirty scowl and a light punch on the arm, potentially preventing Jazira from the chance to shake her hand given how quickly Par’a had moved. “You filthy liar! I haven’t seen you in what, a week? That means you’ve been busy!” She chided. Stuffing more food into her mouth she continued to scowl at him for a while, her silence punctuated by Grith bugling triumphantly on the roof above them. Casting her gaze up for a moment she shook her head and rolled her eyes.
“Seriously though. You can’t be good and uneventful. That’s.... boring!” Her eyes widened as she uttered the word, as if it was blasphemous. Which, well... it was!
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