Post by kevna on Mar 25, 2021 0:08:27 GMT -5
Siorreya - Green Amagetith
OOC: Feel free to grab her and start dragging her off and about.
She had almost stuck her tongue out at Podrell when he had given his amused smile and question, but instead just pretended apathy... Had he doubted her intentions all along? That smile and eyebrow raise had her wondering. The last thing she needed was for him to think she cared what he thought of her. She didn’t care… Right? Her dragon was celebrating the fact that she would be seeing dreamy man, and Siorreya wanted to roll her eyes.
Why don’t you go find Quilath, we will be seeking him out soon.
Oh good, oh good, oh good. Her dragon exclaimed, her feelings powerful and invasive. She felt her own sort of thrill and blamed her link to Ama. She could hear Amagetith calling out to the blue.
Quilath, oh Quilath? I’m coming, I’m coming, make room. I want to meet the dreamy man again too.
AMA DO NOT CALL HIM DREAMY MAN PLEASE!!! TO ANYONE. Shards. Her green was crazy and would be the death of her, she was sure.
Oh, I’m sorry mine. Quilath is in his weyr mine. I’ll see you soon, right? Do not take too long mine. I am sorry. She ignored the dragon, irritated.
“Well, if I was interrupting, you could have sent me away. I’m sure you’d have no issue doing so,”
“I do have some manners…” She scowled, her eyes drawn briefly to his strumming fingers on the table. They ended their restlessness almost as soon as they began. Had she hit a nerve? The thought pleased her more than is should have. Her scowl turned to an open smirk at him before turning to Maz’ru with her suggestion of having him over. She popped the last of the fruit on her tray into her mouth, and was handing Mimsy the last of the meat, when Mazru smiled at her and pulled her into a side hug. It seemed like a strange time to pull her in to a hug, but she had learned that Maz’ru was a touchy-feely person… Suddenly what he was getting at occurred to her, and she gave an amused smile as she responded in kind by putting her head on his shoulder. It felt foreign to her.
When his arm dropped and she lifted her head to look at him. Well, he was making up for his previous offer to Podrell. This little prank would give her the opportunity to play against whatever she may have touched on earlier when Podrell had strummed his fingers… She wondered if she could break the composure of the politician. She doubted it, but she always liked a challenge.
She chuckled in response to Maz’ru’s words, and shook her head, her hand coming up and stroking her brother’s arm. “Poor Quilath, I’m sure she drives him crazy when she doesn’t listen to a single admonition. I’m also positive he can’t get it out of his system.” She gave a lopsided grin, and then looped her arm through his. “So, shall we subject this lordling to my hooligan and your gentleman?” She squeezed the arm, and stood, unlooping her arm from him to tighten her long sleeve around her waist. “Mimsy, up to.” The green trilled, drunk on food. A picture of Siorreya’s bed popped into her mind, and Sio nodded to her, and the green lifted into the air, and then suddenly disappeared.
She looked to Podrell, an eyebrow raising, and then back to Maz’ru, her hand reaching out for her brother. “Shall we? Ama’s meeting up with Quilath in your weyr.”
OOC: Feel free to grab her and start dragging her off and about.