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01.Oct.23, 05:46 PM
She needed a hobby, really. As much as Laniath continuously reminded her that holing herself up in their weyr was not going to do her any favors, you'd think she would have listened. She didn't know Igen all that well, and that was part of the problem. She had a responsibility to know the weyr, inside and out, for many different reasons. Laniath was right, of course, she usually was; Lia needed friends, especially now that it seemed like she had more solid footing somewhere. Making them was a whole other ordeal for the more quiet and shy woman, which may be why she has so few to begin with. It was never to late to try, Laniath was always telling her.
"It's because it's so damned dry. The moment you open your mouth during the day, it feels like the desert has already crawled inside." The weather was nice for just about two reasons; an excuse to stay in during the day, and the little sundresses she was so fond of could be worn all year round. Other than that, it was at least better than snow. She found pretty quickly at Fort that she didn't like snow.
"I'll be fine." It hurt now, but she was more thank likely to just sleep once Laniath had seen the healers out of her weyr. She'd be fine, at least in the long run. "I... should I be offended by that? That sounds like I should be offended by that."
Have you seen the boy? I'm sure a hatchling flit could break him in two. That almost made Lia laugh, but she was able to keep it to herself. Unless he was looking at her, of course.
"If you're that close to crumbling, I can probably make it from here..."
"It's because it's so damned dry. The moment you open your mouth during the day, it feels like the desert has already crawled inside." The weather was nice for just about two reasons; an excuse to stay in during the day, and the little sundresses she was so fond of could be worn all year round. Other than that, it was at least better than snow. She found pretty quickly at Fort that she didn't like snow.
"I'll be fine." It hurt now, but she was more thank likely to just sleep once Laniath had seen the healers out of her weyr. She'd be fine, at least in the long run. "I... should I be offended by that? That sounds like I should be offended by that."
Have you seen the boy? I'm sure a hatchling flit could break him in two. That almost made Lia laugh, but she was able to keep it to herself. Unless he was looking at her, of course.
"If you're that close to crumbling, I can probably make it from here..."
