22.Aug.12, 11:14 PM
Of all the things that Jada kept expecting to pour forth from Sanderon's mouth, she had not heard a one. And his compliment, in fact, set her cheeks on fire. The Harper ducked her head, trying to remember how one was to react when complimented. Modest was good, and Jada was modest, but this was a nice compliment and a nice conversation, and she didn't want to make him think that she was demurring just to make it seem like she was more modest than she was. Oop- was the panic showing? "Thank you?" she settled with, and busied herself with filling his cup back up, and breaking one of the pies into smaller bits, shaping it neatly onto a plate.
Breaking up food was a familiar action for her, and one she caught herself doing out of habit more than pity. Jada was used to taking care of those who had smaller mouths, and she had needed to do this for herself more than once over the last few months. She piled the bits neatly on the plate, and glanced up at him as he commented that he had been a hunter. "I'm surprised the Weyr doesn't make more use of your particular skill, then. It seems like every time I hear hunting being brought up, someone is complaining about one aspect or another of it. I got the chore myself not so long ago, and that was an adventure. I've never used a weapon in my life."
She smiled at him, nodding her head to his thanks, wordless. "I had a knife. Unfortunately, I... wasn't allowed to bring it back with me." Whether he would have been the danger to her or to himself, no one had rightly explained, and Jada had accepted their hesitation. Either way, someone would have lost. And a grievous loss it would have been indeed. Like it or not, Lymsleia had made Sanderon a symbol of unjust repression. And the little fool had the temerity to say- No. Jada would not dwell on that catastrophe. Out of those ashes would come something new.
"If you need something cut smaller, I can go do it for you. I tried to go bite-sized, but Faranth knows I can shovel back some food." Her offer was back to the brightness of when she had stepped in. It was not fake, but there was something she recognized in it as something... bitter. The pill she was forcing down was choking her, but she would make it through. "When you say you are a hunter, what kind of things do you hunt? Do you trap, or use a bow?" And there it was- everything she knew about his profession, drawled out as though she had half a clue.
Breaking up food was a familiar action for her, and one she caught herself doing out of habit more than pity. Jada was used to taking care of those who had smaller mouths, and she had needed to do this for herself more than once over the last few months. She piled the bits neatly on the plate, and glanced up at him as he commented that he had been a hunter. "I'm surprised the Weyr doesn't make more use of your particular skill, then. It seems like every time I hear hunting being brought up, someone is complaining about one aspect or another of it. I got the chore myself not so long ago, and that was an adventure. I've never used a weapon in my life."
She smiled at him, nodding her head to his thanks, wordless. "I had a knife. Unfortunately, I... wasn't allowed to bring it back with me." Whether he would have been the danger to her or to himself, no one had rightly explained, and Jada had accepted their hesitation. Either way, someone would have lost. And a grievous loss it would have been indeed. Like it or not, Lymsleia had made Sanderon a symbol of unjust repression. And the little fool had the temerity to say- No. Jada would not dwell on that catastrophe. Out of those ashes would come something new.
"If you need something cut smaller, I can go do it for you. I tried to go bite-sized, but Faranth knows I can shovel back some food." Her offer was back to the brightness of when she had stepped in. It was not fake, but there was something she recognized in it as something... bitter. The pill she was forcing down was choking her, but she would make it through. "When you say you are a hunter, what kind of things do you hunt? Do you trap, or use a bow?" And there it was- everything she knew about his profession, drawled out as though she had half a clue.