Post by Jaryn Frostwing on Aug 2, 2011 21:17:58 GMT -5
"I'll have mine plain thanks," Aylarra said. She was somewhat relieved to see Davy. A grin spread across her face at the sight of him in the captain's hat. She wondered for a moment if he was, in fact, the captain, or if this was just an act. She was very glad for the drink, even if just to have something to hold in her hands. One less thing to worry about. The drink was sweet, tart, and best of all, given to her by Davy.
"Yes, I'm Aylarra," she said, managing a stiff, uncomfortable bow. "I'm uh... new..." she added. Fiddling nervously with her drink she looked first to Richard, and then Zuberi for approval. Zuberi definitely struck her as someone worthy of respect, honor even, perhaps, and Aylarra suddenly found herself starkly unaware of how to show either to such a person. She took another quick sip of her drink, trying to hide her embarassment.
For the moment, she thought it best to leave the business to Richard. After all she was just brought along to do little odd-jobs and be the token Selkie right? Regardless of the true nature of her job, the avian seemed to be more than adequately agitated for now.
She couldn't help but give him a quick glance of disapproval when he guzzled his drink. Aylarra dearly, dearly hoped that Richard was not a mean drunk, lest the night go poorly and in a hurry.
"Yes, I'm Aylarra," she said, managing a stiff, uncomfortable bow. "I'm uh... new..." she added. Fiddling nervously with her drink she looked first to Richard, and then Zuberi for approval. Zuberi definitely struck her as someone worthy of respect, honor even, perhaps, and Aylarra suddenly found herself starkly unaware of how to show either to such a person. She took another quick sip of her drink, trying to hide her embarassment.
For the moment, she thought it best to leave the business to Richard. After all she was just brought along to do little odd-jobs and be the token Selkie right? Regardless of the true nature of her job, the avian seemed to be more than adequately agitated for now.
She couldn't help but give him a quick glance of disapproval when he guzzled his drink. Aylarra dearly, dearly hoped that Richard was not a mean drunk, lest the night go poorly and in a hurry.
