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02.Oct.12, 02:39 PM
Grey-green eyes went wide as Seijin read over the blasphemous posting and then commented on it in a most unexpected way. Once again her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she wondered if this wouldn’t be a constant state for her in her journey to venture out of her comfort zone. Second guessing her intentions to seek out a man of husband material, she pressed her lips together and did her best to smile without it looking like a grimace as Sanderon spoke. She was glad that he was doing better, but was so utterly distracted that she barely heard his opinions on the Hatching and almost missed his admission of treachery against dragons. Almost.
Eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open on a gasp. He had shot a dragon…with an arrow?! Indignation and something close to anger bubbled to the surface only to be expressed in a rather pathetic display involving a huff. He’d shot a dragon! A blue dragon! As she sputtered and once again managed to look like a startled fish hauled onto the shore, Seijin continued to speak though she barely heard him. True she understood the potential reasoning behind Sanderon’s attack, but nothing—nothing—excused an attack on dragons; especially since there were so few left!
So intent was she on making vaguely fish-like faces at Sanderon in her disbelief and indignation that the sudden arrival of one of the blueriders startled a squeak out of her. D’hys, rider of blue Zeianth. Had he heard what Sanderon had said? A second later it was confirmed as D’hys declared himself to be the rather upset rider of Zeianth. Snapping her mouth shut, Jisralna took half a step back, fingers interlaced and in front of her as she wrung her hands. The tone of the bluerider’s voice put her on edge and made her more than a little nervous. At any moment she was sure he would start yelling…she really did hate yelling.
Though, when the rider advanced on Sanderon, clearly intent—at least in Jisra’s opinion—on doing him harm, she pursed her lips and glanced over at Seijin, unsure what she was supposed to do. True, while she would love to smack Sanderon upside the head for shooting a dragon—and she probably never would because she wasn’t particularly violent—the boy had been lashed, and quite severely. Of course she agreed with D’hys’s sentiments but she rather thought his threats were a bit much. Still, his summation of her as meek was accurate and all she could do was clear her throat, hoping to distract the bluerider from beating Sanderon to within an inch of his life. He’d paid for his transgression and while she was upset that he’d caused harm to a dragon, she didn’t want to see the lad killed. Certainly not in front of her, that was for sure.
But something else distracted the rider and he left off with a warning, glancing briefly at the post on the board before scolding them for writing it…well of course they hadn’t written it! Her face, which had been pale a moment ago now flushed with color once more as D’hys stormed off leaving her staring after the blue dragon and rider pair. As she did she caught sight of a rather prominent member of the Weyr. Shards! The word, though only thought in her head caused the color to deepen and once more Jisralna began to fidget and fuss with her skirts in a compulsive manner, unable to keep her hands still. Despite Sanderon’s earlier snip and her own desire to bring the rather rude piece of literature—if it could be called that…which it couldn’t in her opinion—to the bronzerider’s attention, she was now terrified that he would accuse them as D’hys had.
When he finally came to a halt, Jisra dropped her gaze, finding a small dip in the ground beyond fascinating. She couldn’t look the man in the eye after the few raunchy lines she’d read on the board behind her. When he greeted her, she bobbed an awkward curtsy and her voice squeaked out a polite, if strained “Sir”. When he stepped around her, the young Weaver spun around, opening her mouth to protest, to say something to warn him but all that came out was a strangled squeak. Fingers twisted in fabric. Would he explode into a rage and blame them all because they happened to be there? Would he have them punished? Her breath caught in her throat and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the bronzerider as he turned around; she couldn’t even avoid his gaze as she would’ve preferred.
Sure that he was going to shout, despite his calm demeanor—that would make it so much worse—Jisralna flinched slightly, closing her eyes when R’nya opened his mouth to speak. When his calming tone and simple words washed over her, her eyes snapped open in surprise. No snarling or growling or threats? Blinking twice and then a third time for good measure, Jisralna shook her head slightly, averting her gaze once again. “I do not believe so, Sir.” Her voice was soft and wavered just a little from her frazzled nerves. By now she was ready to run all the way back to her room and stay there for the remainder of the week.
Eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open on a gasp. He had shot a dragon…with an arrow?! Indignation and something close to anger bubbled to the surface only to be expressed in a rather pathetic display involving a huff. He’d shot a dragon! A blue dragon! As she sputtered and once again managed to look like a startled fish hauled onto the shore, Seijin continued to speak though she barely heard him. True she understood the potential reasoning behind Sanderon’s attack, but nothing—nothing—excused an attack on dragons; especially since there were so few left!
So intent was she on making vaguely fish-like faces at Sanderon in her disbelief and indignation that the sudden arrival of one of the blueriders startled a squeak out of her. D’hys, rider of blue Zeianth. Had he heard what Sanderon had said? A second later it was confirmed as D’hys declared himself to be the rather upset rider of Zeianth. Snapping her mouth shut, Jisralna took half a step back, fingers interlaced and in front of her as she wrung her hands. The tone of the bluerider’s voice put her on edge and made her more than a little nervous. At any moment she was sure he would start yelling…she really did hate yelling.
Though, when the rider advanced on Sanderon, clearly intent—at least in Jisra’s opinion—on doing him harm, she pursed her lips and glanced over at Seijin, unsure what she was supposed to do. True, while she would love to smack Sanderon upside the head for shooting a dragon—and she probably never would because she wasn’t particularly violent—the boy had been lashed, and quite severely. Of course she agreed with D’hys’s sentiments but she rather thought his threats were a bit much. Still, his summation of her as meek was accurate and all she could do was clear her throat, hoping to distract the bluerider from beating Sanderon to within an inch of his life. He’d paid for his transgression and while she was upset that he’d caused harm to a dragon, she didn’t want to see the lad killed. Certainly not in front of her, that was for sure.
But something else distracted the rider and he left off with a warning, glancing briefly at the post on the board before scolding them for writing it…well of course they hadn’t written it! Her face, which had been pale a moment ago now flushed with color once more as D’hys stormed off leaving her staring after the blue dragon and rider pair. As she did she caught sight of a rather prominent member of the Weyr. Shards! The word, though only thought in her head caused the color to deepen and once more Jisralna began to fidget and fuss with her skirts in a compulsive manner, unable to keep her hands still. Despite Sanderon’s earlier snip and her own desire to bring the rather rude piece of literature—if it could be called that…which it couldn’t in her opinion—to the bronzerider’s attention, she was now terrified that he would accuse them as D’hys had.
When he finally came to a halt, Jisra dropped her gaze, finding a small dip in the ground beyond fascinating. She couldn’t look the man in the eye after the few raunchy lines she’d read on the board behind her. When he greeted her, she bobbed an awkward curtsy and her voice squeaked out a polite, if strained “Sir”. When he stepped around her, the young Weaver spun around, opening her mouth to protest, to say something to warn him but all that came out was a strangled squeak. Fingers twisted in fabric. Would he explode into a rage and blame them all because they happened to be there? Would he have them punished? Her breath caught in her throat and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the bronzerider as he turned around; she couldn’t even avoid his gaze as she would’ve preferred.
Sure that he was going to shout, despite his calm demeanor—that would make it so much worse—Jisralna flinched slightly, closing her eyes when R’nya opened his mouth to speak. When his calming tone and simple words washed over her, her eyes snapped open in surprise. No snarling or growling or threats? Blinking twice and then a third time for good measure, Jisralna shook her head slightly, averting her gaze once again. “I do not believe so, Sir.” Her voice was soft and wavered just a little from her frazzled nerves. By now she was ready to run all the way back to her room and stay there for the remainder of the week.
