..., "Have you." Then he pulls a breath, looks warily at the parasol offered from one woman to the other-- it's a trap!-- and tries for a conversational tone, little wide of the mark. "We'll have to Weaverhall then, pity. Have a name we might ask for?" Persie is rather afraid to so much as reach a finger to touch the parasol, offered or not, but she will lean in to peer more closely at it. "Oh, look...
...her head. "I do not envy you that." Aoriya chuckles. "My father offered to foster after they're one. My sister Kagora offered to Foster when they're 5. She's apprenticemaster at the Weaverhall, so she's pretty busy getting her weaver hat straightened for now." Aoriya explains. "oooooh, but I wish the Masters would go over my Journeyman project." Kathryn titls her head inquisitively. "And what is...
... a moment, he looks back to Kole, nodding "Yea, just working up a letter home." A'dre pours the wine, not bothering to hide his surprise at Lacey's admission. "Truly? He should go to the Weaverhall then, if he doesn't impress. Waste of talent otherwise." He dares to get a closer look, bending to finger a bit of the fabric down lower on the hem. "Nice stitching, yes." He straightens and loads up a...
... on the sunny grasses of the field. Fraya giggles softly, smiling at Sionath. "Thank you, Sionath." She waves at both the rider and dragon before trotting out and back into the Weaverhall rather quickly. Fraya returns moments later, a bag drapped over her shoulder and somewhat cleaner. Her clothes have changed to something warmer and her hair is slightly more groomed than before, a quick ...
... hall. It is a fall noon. The air is moist and warm. There is no breeze. You see Leslie, Enlander Camp Entrance, and Rhyolith here. Veronika is here. Obvious exits: Beach Crossroads Weaverhall Front Porch Stables Woodshop Rhyolith suddenly occupies a high wedge of sky having traveled the routes of Between. His wings are bronze-sized while he remains confined to a small brown's dynamics and they ...