26.Sep.12, 02:25 PM
The sounds of footsteps didn't even have the weyrling looking up, knowing that there were always people coming and going in the crafthall. It was the best place for getting work done, even if what you were doing wasn't part of official craft duties.
It wasn't until he heard 'shards' that Echlerov even looked up, only to find a woman standing in front of him, and a pile of clothing on the floor.
"There's no need of a sir," the weyrling said, smiling. "It's just Echlerov, and you are more than welcome to stay. The company would be nice." He could use someone to distract him from his pity party, and he was never one to say no to a pretty girl. Or a pretty boy for that matter. He grinned.
"Plus, if you'd like, once I'm done with this, I'd be more than willing to give you a hand. I'm fairly decent at mending things."
It wasn't until he heard 'shards' that Echlerov even looked up, only to find a woman standing in front of him, and a pile of clothing on the floor.
"There's no need of a sir," the weyrling said, smiling. "It's just Echlerov, and you are more than welcome to stay. The company would be nice." He could use someone to distract him from his pity party, and he was never one to say no to a pretty girl. Or a pretty boy for that matter. He grinned.
"Plus, if you'd like, once I'm done with this, I'd be more than willing to give you a hand. I'm fairly decent at mending things."
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