Celebrations (1st Hatching Feast)
Jan 7, 2015 20:59:59 GMT -8
Post by Persephone on Jan 7, 2015 20:59:59 GMT -8
♦|♦Praxidedra♦|♦
Tag: Seryn, Jenesys
Tag: Seryn, Jenesys
"Water under the bridge friend," Prax assured Seryn, regarding their failure to make acquaintance, "I'm sure we can make up for lost time."
She smiled a took a sip of the sparkling juice she had picked up along with her plate of food, appreciating the delicate flavors dancing over her tongue. Her eyes darted around the room momentarily, but she focused back on Seryn as not to be intentionally nor overtly rude.
Prax pursed her lips which were upturning in a bemused expression, thinking Eriseth would consider doing much the same as they had a lot of work to do though an expression she had heard 'round the weyr came to mind.
"A weyr is where a dragon is so I've heard. Maybe Biorth wouldn't turn down a nice, warm and sandy beach," and Prax allowed a rare smile though dropped her volume slightly, doubting that anyone was trying to listen in while the festivities were going on.
Praxidera shrugged her smile only fading a shade though the warm feelings associated with Eriseth bubbled up inside unbidden, it made her want to hug herself and spin around though she'd never let that out in front of anyone else. Eriseth made the hardship worth it, but it didn't excuse it.
"The weyr itself has yet to treat me poorly except the rider who wouldn't take no for an answer and brought me here, but I haven't found fault with anyone's courtesies since. I won't be forgetting the principle of the matter I assure you. Eriseth and I will make a splash on that front, he is certainly worth the trouble but not at the expense of anyone else's personal autonomy. Don't feel as if you have to agree of course, but there is nothing gained by subterfuge I'm not without my scruples you might say..." Praxidera lounged comfortably, picking at the food wishing her juice was wine, thinking about sneaking it. Wine was like juice... it was more intense juice.
Praxidera whipped her head around, assessing Jenesys intensely one moment and then was seemingly satisfied or indifferent the next. She was a quick study.
"Lady's choice," she nodded to Seryn, "but I promise not to bite."