22.Mar.21, 03:10 AM
Normally when Orgailian wanted to write, he found a quiet area and did so. Having a sister for a Weyrwoman made it a lot easier thanks to offering up the little-used private library of sorts. It was filled with records he had learned M'ris spent a lot of time getting back from the Harper Hall and a table with a couple of chairs. It was perfect. Except when a minion was sent to look something up, like that afternoon. Orgailian could be a social butterfly when he wanted to be but he was more in the mood to write and opted for his other favourite spot--the beach.
Normally it was quiet at that hour of day thanks to being midday and people either eating or cooking or too full or busy to sneak out for a swim. The still cooler weather helped keep people away as well so it was perfect. Or it normally was. Not only did he spy someone already there but they were in his favourite spot as well. Why was everything working against him that day?
Despite there being a whole lot of open space, Orgailian still headed to his spot. He was itching to write but he was also curious to know who the girl was and what she was doing. So he plopped down beside her without a greeting, introduction, or permission and smirked at the fairly appropriate reply he got.
He took a moment to glance at the paper and noted she was an artist of sorts and decent at it. He then glanced up and found a pretty face set in irritation. Was that from him or her drawing? "Youre in my preferred spot so I had to come see who you were and what you were doing. I'm not disappointed by either discovery."
Normally it was quiet at that hour of day thanks to being midday and people either eating or cooking or too full or busy to sneak out for a swim. The still cooler weather helped keep people away as well so it was perfect. Or it normally was. Not only did he spy someone already there but they were in his favourite spot as well. Why was everything working against him that day?
Despite there being a whole lot of open space, Orgailian still headed to his spot. He was itching to write but he was also curious to know who the girl was and what she was doing. So he plopped down beside her without a greeting, introduction, or permission and smirked at the fairly appropriate reply he got.
He took a moment to glance at the paper and noted she was an artist of sorts and decent at it. He then glanced up and found a pretty face set in irritation. Was that from him or her drawing? "Youre in my preferred spot so I had to come see who you were and what you were doing. I'm not disappointed by either discovery."