Fashion or politics? Elyna chuckled at the thought, legs kicking back and forth on the stool. She then examined her own nails, clean for once but cut short to prevent injury to herself or anyone else by accident. He was sweet, in his way. But the idea of being in either of those professions made her shudder, as did the idea of marriage. She couldn’t picture it, sharing her life with someone so completely? Not seeing Malcolm… she swallowed the lump in her throat and looked up.
“I’ve a few copper nels if you’ll add an extra nose?” She suggested with a playful smile, “Maybe a silver one, if you give me scales?” The smile turned into a grin. Her Mother would have her head. She’d know that Elyna’s influence was behind the young man’s sabotage and the blame would be correctly apportioned. There was no escape.
Elyna returned to study the clay model and the stone lump again, “thank you …most of my work as a Skyrider is spent in the stables really, and I should be getting back. Something always needs feeding, or cleaning, or walking…” she lifted her shoulders in a good-natured shrug, “I’ll make sure to return though in a few trials? It’ll be interesting to see it when it’s done. I’m sure it’s going to look wonderful,” it was a bit creepy to remember that it was her, but still.
“Have a good day Tristan,” the Skyrider smiled after he had collected his gear and she escorted him from the house before stepping outside herself. They went their separate ways to carry on the events of the trial.
“I’ve a few copper nels if you’ll add an extra nose?” She suggested with a playful smile, “Maybe a silver one, if you give me scales?” The smile turned into a grin. Her Mother would have her head. She’d know that Elyna’s influence was behind the young man’s sabotage and the blame would be correctly apportioned. There was no escape.
Elyna returned to study the clay model and the stone lump again, “thank you …most of my work as a Skyrider is spent in the stables really, and I should be getting back. Something always needs feeding, or cleaning, or walking…” she lifted her shoulders in a good-natured shrug, “I’ll make sure to return though in a few trials? It’ll be interesting to see it when it’s done. I’m sure it’s going to look wonderful,” it was a bit creepy to remember that it was her, but still.
“Have a good day Tristan,” the Skyrider smiled after he had collected his gear and she escorted him from the house before stepping outside herself. They went their separate ways to carry on the events of the trial.
Fin
