11.Oct.12, 11:30 AM
Lymsleia listened and swallowed. She stood stark still, her mis-matched and mis-colored eyes passing between the pair of people, one a rider and and one a weaver. The weaver looked as if she was ready to shatter into a million peices if the rider said so much as a rough word to her. Lymsleia tried not to roll her eyes. Tried to control the eye roll, but instead stepped over to the pair.
"I am sorry." she blurted it out without much thought, "I ahh.." she gestgured at the embroidery feining being flustered perhaps. "You're the one who makes those, yes?" She felt positively inspid as she soke the words, but it felt good to be a little silly, a little vapid. It wasn't a role she played often, but here in the Weyr she'd realised it was one of the easiest to play.
"I saw your work on one of the other riders and.. I was wondering if you could do --- something for me.. other than a dragon.." she glanced at K'ren. "I am sorry sir." she said quickly covering her mouth as if to feign shock that she'd gotten in the way of a /real dragon rider/,
"I am sorry." she blurted it out without much thought, "I ahh.." she gestgured at the embroidery feining being flustered perhaps. "You're the one who makes those, yes?" She felt positively inspid as she soke the words, but it felt good to be a little silly, a little vapid. It wasn't a role she played often, but here in the Weyr she'd realised it was one of the easiest to play.
"I saw your work on one of the other riders and.. I was wondering if you could do --- something for me.. other than a dragon.." she glanced at K'ren. "I am sorry sir." she said quickly covering her mouth as if to feign shock that she'd gotten in the way of a /real dragon rider/,