21.May.12, 03:46 PM
S'kef had no idea what to say to Lymsleia. Did that girl have a death wish? What did she see in a man like him that made her so desperate to be friends?
Did she actually think friendship worked that way? That you simply walked up to someone - evidently anyone - and made a request?
"I've no interest in seeing Jada," he said with an edge of muted, cold frustration. "She needs to recover from her wounds, and I'm certain a visit from me would only dist-"
Suddenly, J'ver. S'kef was irritated that Tyrrisath didn't inform him of the greenrider's approach, but S'kef was always at least happy to see him. The brownrider wiped his forehead, suddenly aware of just how hot and dizzy he felt. His argument with Lymsleia had distracted him from it - or was it contributing to his foul mood?
Why was he so aggravated with J'ver all of the sudden? S'kef set his jaw, silently admitting that he didn't quite feel like himself.
He watched the exchange between the two with half-interest, his expression never changing from a look of bland aggravation. He stepped closer to J'ver and tapped the whip against the smaller man's forearm. "You're as observant as ever," S'kef breathed, trying to keep his voice steady in light of his sudden faintness. After getting over the initial stab of annoyance that J'ver had appeared unannounced, S'kef realized why. He was feeling awfully weak...and the master never displayed his weakness to his servants. How unfitting, for J'ver to see him like this! Good thing S'kef was good at covering up such things...He just hoped he was good enough. He wasn't sure he could tolerate comment from either of them at this point.
Did she actually think friendship worked that way? That you simply walked up to someone - evidently anyone - and made a request?
"I've no interest in seeing Jada," he said with an edge of muted, cold frustration. "She needs to recover from her wounds, and I'm certain a visit from me would only dist-"
Suddenly, J'ver. S'kef was irritated that Tyrrisath didn't inform him of the greenrider's approach, but S'kef was always at least happy to see him. The brownrider wiped his forehead, suddenly aware of just how hot and dizzy he felt. His argument with Lymsleia had distracted him from it - or was it contributing to his foul mood?
Why was he so aggravated with J'ver all of the sudden? S'kef set his jaw, silently admitting that he didn't quite feel like himself.
He watched the exchange between the two with half-interest, his expression never changing from a look of bland aggravation. He stepped closer to J'ver and tapped the whip against the smaller man's forearm. "You're as observant as ever," S'kef breathed, trying to keep his voice steady in light of his sudden faintness. After getting over the initial stab of annoyance that J'ver had appeared unannounced, S'kef realized why. He was feeling awfully weak...and the master never displayed his weakness to his servants. How unfitting, for J'ver to see him like this! Good thing S'kef was good at covering up such things...He just hoped he was good enough. He wasn't sure he could tolerate comment from either of them at this point.