Post by dragon on Dec 15, 2010 21:37:39 GMT -5
Just as soon as Ximera's hand landed in Orena's, the weyrling was hauling the wher handler away at a brisk pace, silent for part of the way and making random comments about disjointed sounding things. It was clear that the entire idea wasn't getting actually spoken when she did speak, her mind leaping along faster than her mouth could keep up. Thankfully she didn't set a pace so blistering that Ximera was being towed along in any kind of unkind or stumbling manner.
The weyrling barrancks weren't too far away, and once she reached the entrance, Orena let go of Ximera's hand to dash through the main chamber, down one of the halls, and into her own room where she had left Riavorth. The green lifted her head and blinked at Orena as she scrambled around the room, snatching up ribbons, pins, clips, ties, and other such and sundry items for doing up hair. "Don't mind me!" She told the green, snatching up a comb for sorting, and a decorative comb for actually wearing as well. Whirling around she dashed back out to where Ximera was. "What color do you like?" she asked, eyes shining bright with excitement. This was something she had loved to do, had usually done with her twin, and had not done in a very long time.
"Once we get your hair done all nice, we'll go see what clothes I've got that you like." Orena promised. "Tishtosh, you can wear clothes and still get dirty. I can give you something that will work well for what you do, but I also want to give you something nice. Just 'cause I want to. Anything you like of the lot of what I have. Or if you don't like anything I can make you something. Isori and I used to make a lot of clothes, see, and as a result ... well ... we had lots. And now? I've got hers, too... I can't possibly wear it all and I hate to see it all just sit there ...." Orena talked, sorting out the items in her hands, trying to show it to Ximera. "This one is pretty." She commented, on a floral pin.
The weyrling barrancks weren't too far away, and once she reached the entrance, Orena let go of Ximera's hand to dash through the main chamber, down one of the halls, and into her own room where she had left Riavorth. The green lifted her head and blinked at Orena as she scrambled around the room, snatching up ribbons, pins, clips, ties, and other such and sundry items for doing up hair. "Don't mind me!" She told the green, snatching up a comb for sorting, and a decorative comb for actually wearing as well. Whirling around she dashed back out to where Ximera was. "What color do you like?" she asked, eyes shining bright with excitement. This was something she had loved to do, had usually done with her twin, and had not done in a very long time.
"Once we get your hair done all nice, we'll go see what clothes I've got that you like." Orena promised. "Tishtosh, you can wear clothes and still get dirty. I can give you something that will work well for what you do, but I also want to give you something nice. Just 'cause I want to. Anything you like of the lot of what I have. Or if you don't like anything I can make you something. Isori and I used to make a lot of clothes, see, and as a result ... well ... we had lots. And now? I've got hers, too... I can't possibly wear it all and I hate to see it all just sit there ...." Orena talked, sorting out the items in her hands, trying to show it to Ximera. "This one is pretty." She commented, on a floral pin.