Post by Lotty on Nov 23, 2011 23:13:26 GMT -5
Ah, nobody that he knew of. Her fell back into their calm place cradled in her dainty fingers. It was oddly relieving to hear M'ta's words even though Raebeli was personally convinced that she wouldn't be offended if he answered otherwise. It wouldn't be fair or remotely rational to be mad about a passing fancy of the past, but then not all emotions made total sense. Subconscious elements and all of the like could throw the obvious right out the window. Maybe, just maybe, she'd be a little disheartened to hear she was one of many, but that would have to just remain another what-if, "He was so nervous that I wondered if he had been burned before... by a girl he liked," she offered the brownrider a short explanation, "I guess you confirmed my other suspicion though. He just isn't accustomed to girls and dates."
She shrugged, though it was hardly one of defeat, more so the casting off of doubts, and she even chuckled a bit along with the man, "You're right you know. Just the type to make the girls swoon," even his scars were dashing after all, "haven't a clue why I could ever imagine a girl denying him... but... then again. Us girls are very unusual things... hardly known to ever find a place in life and stay static." Sometimes that was a good thing, but when looking from the outside, she could understand the criticisms, "You probably know all about it. You're practically on the receiving end on half of it. Between here and the weyrlings."
Before she could drift off too far into another daydream - geeze E'rro really was taking his time - she was caught by M'ta's question, her instant reply being, "Anything..." and a hop off of her chair. Good thing he wasn't asking her to jump off a cliff. She apparently just agreed to it before ever hearing what it is exactly that he wanted. Accordingly she took the parchment and held it up to be read... slowly. No, it wasn't the best handwriting she had ever seen, but despite the aesthetics she could make out the forms of most of the letters. His "m"s might squiggle a bit too far and the "i"s were just short of "j"s but anyone with context clues could figure out the message. She turned the inventory list back to him, "No calligrapher, but it's legible.... sometimes the apprentices cherish being knuckleheads every once in a while..." This was as always said with a smile... hey, she was an apprentice once upon a time too.
She shrugged, though it was hardly one of defeat, more so the casting off of doubts, and she even chuckled a bit along with the man, "You're right you know. Just the type to make the girls swoon," even his scars were dashing after all, "haven't a clue why I could ever imagine a girl denying him... but... then again. Us girls are very unusual things... hardly known to ever find a place in life and stay static." Sometimes that was a good thing, but when looking from the outside, she could understand the criticisms, "You probably know all about it. You're practically on the receiving end on half of it. Between here and the weyrlings."
Before she could drift off too far into another daydream - geeze E'rro really was taking his time - she was caught by M'ta's question, her instant reply being, "Anything..." and a hop off of her chair. Good thing he wasn't asking her to jump off a cliff. She apparently just agreed to it before ever hearing what it is exactly that he wanted. Accordingly she took the parchment and held it up to be read... slowly. No, it wasn't the best handwriting she had ever seen, but despite the aesthetics she could make out the forms of most of the letters. His "m"s might squiggle a bit too far and the "i"s were just short of "j"s but anyone with context clues could figure out the message. She turned the inventory list back to him, "No calligrapher, but it's legible.... sometimes the apprentices cherish being knuckleheads every once in a while..." This was as always said with a smile... hey, she was an apprentice once upon a time too.