Post by Avu on Jan 31, 2012 21:59:17 GMT -5
She lifted her chin with the appropriate hauteur, slipping from her typical barely-graceful shuffle-step to a deliberate poised grace, doing her best to look down her nose at the hallway they proceeded down, made difficult by the fact that she was just not tall enough for that. Still Sena mimicked a stilted accent—the heavy Northern-Glasscraft accent still prominent but twisted into something more determinedly Istan aristocratic, “Well since you asked so nicely, sir, shall we proceed to…” A rather unladylike pause as she considered, automatically crinkling her nose in thought, “…the, um, Observatory? Oh, I give up, Weyr Bowl, unless there’s an actual observatory somewhere I don’t know about yet.”
Sena grinned at Asshat—her disapproval of his name didn’t mean she disapproved of him, after all, and she liked Salamandyrs—King was always lovely and Rhino…had been. “Hey. I gotta rename you,” tilting her head at an angle that pretty much ruined the whole ladylike thing to watch Asshat curiously; as far as she could tell no Salamandyr was quite without a quirk or some kind of weirdness, and it was really sort of endearing. “There’s gotta be some name you like better’n ‘Asshat.’ Ain’t proper for a Lord’s pet to be named a cuss,” she explained with a grin at R’men.
“Oh, we can go out here, right?” Belatedly grateful for her grasp on R’men’s arm (even if her entire façade had essentially slipped right down the drain), Sena tugged, turning towards the archway in a roundabout loop to go around a harried-looking Drudge, preemptively wrapping her other arm around herself to brace for the inevitable chill. Even if she was used to Northern winters, January was never really all that warm. Something about being underground or up near the mountains or whatever. “Guess it ain’t all that pretty right now, but least there’s sunlight. In, y’know, patches.”
Sena grinned at Asshat—her disapproval of his name didn’t mean she disapproved of him, after all, and she liked Salamandyrs—King was always lovely and Rhino…had been. “Hey. I gotta rename you,” tilting her head at an angle that pretty much ruined the whole ladylike thing to watch Asshat curiously; as far as she could tell no Salamandyr was quite without a quirk or some kind of weirdness, and it was really sort of endearing. “There’s gotta be some name you like better’n ‘Asshat.’ Ain’t proper for a Lord’s pet to be named a cuss,” she explained with a grin at R’men.
“Oh, we can go out here, right?” Belatedly grateful for her grasp on R’men’s arm (even if her entire façade had essentially slipped right down the drain), Sena tugged, turning towards the archway in a roundabout loop to go around a harried-looking Drudge, preemptively wrapping her other arm around herself to brace for the inevitable chill. Even if she was used to Northern winters, January was never really all that warm. Something about being underground or up near the mountains or whatever. “Guess it ain’t all that pretty right now, but least there’s sunlight. In, y’know, patches.”
