Post by Kaemi on Oct 5, 2010 14:37:20 GMT -5
Who: Lialla, Meta, Relian, [open]
What: chores
Warnings: angry Lialla. Who doesn't like chores.
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Her brother had nailed it when he said she was uptight, and when he said she didn't have much fun... even when he said that she was a 'goody-two-shoes'. Which wasn't an expression, by the way, which made much sense. But that was fine, she wouldn't correct him, he was correct in the connotation of the phrase. Lialla wasn't very outgoing, nor was she vivacious, nor was she rebellious. Even all of that, however, did not mean that she enjoyed chores, and so she did not appreciate it when L'mar tacked that on the end. Especially not chores as boring as changing the glows. Who likes that? Who enjoys that?
No one. Not even her.
But she was all of the things that he had so presumptuously labeled her as, in that charming, brotherly way that made her annoyed, while not actually making her angry. And so she was here. First one to arrive, for the first day, of changing glows. It was such a dull chore! There was no change, no modicum of intellectual spark, unless someone was REALLY dumb and mixed up the buckets. Well, then there could be some spark, but it'd most likely be from Lialla's spontaneous combustion simply due to her frustration. Doesn't that mean you'll explode? Cryth asked.
A little too annoyed (already! imagine how she'd be after the month was up!!) to detect the worry in her green's mindvoice, she responded, If I ever did practice spontaneous combustion, I would burst into flames. Like exploding, but with.... fire. Less of the exploding principle. It was the best way she could describe it. Of course, Cryth began to worry immensely, terrified at the idea of her lovable mindmate bursting into flames. Thus, it took Lia a few minutes to calm the weyrling down, with assurance atop assurance, until she was fairly sure that the green had mostly forgotten why she was so worried. Soon after that point was reached, she began growing tired...
Which left Lialla alone with her thoughts, and the sharding glows. Her ire had cooled a little, but if left for an extended period of time, she could very well go insane. Or, at least, she could very well freak out anyone who came by once she starts talking to herself to pass the time.
What: chores
Warnings: angry Lialla. Who doesn't like chores.
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Her brother had nailed it when he said she was uptight, and when he said she didn't have much fun... even when he said that she was a 'goody-two-shoes'. Which wasn't an expression, by the way, which made much sense. But that was fine, she wouldn't correct him, he was correct in the connotation of the phrase. Lialla wasn't very outgoing, nor was she vivacious, nor was she rebellious. Even all of that, however, did not mean that she enjoyed chores, and so she did not appreciate it when L'mar tacked that on the end. Especially not chores as boring as changing the glows. Who likes that? Who enjoys that?
No one. Not even her.
But she was all of the things that he had so presumptuously labeled her as, in that charming, brotherly way that made her annoyed, while not actually making her angry. And so she was here. First one to arrive, for the first day, of changing glows. It was such a dull chore! There was no change, no modicum of intellectual spark, unless someone was REALLY dumb and mixed up the buckets. Well, then there could be some spark, but it'd most likely be from Lialla's spontaneous combustion simply due to her frustration. Doesn't that mean you'll explode? Cryth asked.
A little too annoyed (already! imagine how she'd be after the month was up!!) to detect the worry in her green's mindvoice, she responded, If I ever did practice spontaneous combustion, I would burst into flames. Like exploding, but with.... fire. Less of the exploding principle. It was the best way she could describe it. Of course, Cryth began to worry immensely, terrified at the idea of her lovable mindmate bursting into flames. Thus, it took Lia a few minutes to calm the weyrling down, with assurance atop assurance, until she was fairly sure that the green had mostly forgotten why she was so worried. Soon after that point was reached, she began growing tired...
Which left Lialla alone with her thoughts, and the sharding glows. Her ire had cooled a little, but if left for an extended period of time, she could very well go insane. Or, at least, she could very well freak out anyone who came by once she starts talking to herself to pass the time.
