This poor man. His poor clothes. By the twelve did she have to be so incompetent? She was comparable to a large buffalo in a glass stall. Anything that could go wrong, would, by her own hands, which continued to pat him dry frantically, hoping he wasn't about rage at her clumsy nature.
His larger hand had a hold of hers to cease the clean up process. And the realization crashed down upon her small dome. He was staring at her patchwork neck because they were eye to eye while he was seated. He even mumbled something pertaining to the gnarled flesh and her cheeks started to burn with embarrassment. Right... the scarf was a cover up, not a drying towel. To hide the flawed skin. Not just because she became easily chilled.
The question was an easy one to answer. No, her ability to speak was lost. She turned her head away after denying with a shake, avoiding eye contact with the Elezen. She felt exposed and slightly vulnerable so her free hand lifted to cover her throat protectively, while he maintained a grip on the other.Â
And there was yet another communication issue. He assumed she was literate because she had spelled her own name into the palm of his large hand. That was about the only word she could write out properly. She understood sounds. What with the Seeker alphabet and pronunciation. But forget correct grammar. Her spelling was sub par.
She took up the now moist scarf and grimaced. But how could she mentally complain when Ampere had been drenched in the alcohol? Loosely wrapping the material back around to once again conceal her flaws.Â
From across the room, a large towel of questionable sanitation landed atop her crown and she immediately pulled the thing off and narrowed her eyes at the barkeep. Pointing to her, and then the mess, meaning clean it up, woman. It was her fault after all, so she began wiping as the elf pulled a parchment and quill from his satchel of requirement.
With the table acceptably damp now, she took a deep breath and slid her seat in closer to the parchment laid before them and to his side. Shakily taking up the quill in her left hand and she shot him a nervous look. Not even certain she clutched it right.
Her wide eyes lifted to the sound of another voice, following the perk of her ears. A little melodious, matching the lanky female Elezen. Another? For a race that didn't find her socially engaging, they were coming out of the wood work to ask questions and possibly favors.
A couple blinks more before she turned her gaze to Ampere, and slowly lifted her shoulders in an 'I don't know, don't really mind, whatever you want' suggestion.
His larger hand had a hold of hers to cease the clean up process. And the realization crashed down upon her small dome. He was staring at her patchwork neck because they were eye to eye while he was seated. He even mumbled something pertaining to the gnarled flesh and her cheeks started to burn with embarrassment. Right... the scarf was a cover up, not a drying towel. To hide the flawed skin. Not just because she became easily chilled.
The question was an easy one to answer. No, her ability to speak was lost. She turned her head away after denying with a shake, avoiding eye contact with the Elezen. She felt exposed and slightly vulnerable so her free hand lifted to cover her throat protectively, while he maintained a grip on the other.Â
And there was yet another communication issue. He assumed she was literate because she had spelled her own name into the palm of his large hand. That was about the only word she could write out properly. She understood sounds. What with the Seeker alphabet and pronunciation. But forget correct grammar. Her spelling was sub par.
She took up the now moist scarf and grimaced. But how could she mentally complain when Ampere had been drenched in the alcohol? Loosely wrapping the material back around to once again conceal her flaws.Â
From across the room, a large towel of questionable sanitation landed atop her crown and she immediately pulled the thing off and narrowed her eyes at the barkeep. Pointing to her, and then the mess, meaning clean it up, woman. It was her fault after all, so she began wiping as the elf pulled a parchment and quill from his satchel of requirement.
With the table acceptably damp now, she took a deep breath and slid her seat in closer to the parchment laid before them and to his side. Shakily taking up the quill in her left hand and she shot him a nervous look. Not even certain she clutched it right.
Her wide eyes lifted to the sound of another voice, following the perk of her ears. A little melodious, matching the lanky female Elezen. Another? For a race that didn't find her socially engaging, they were coming out of the wood work to ask questions and possibly favors.
A couple blinks more before she turned her gaze to Ampere, and slowly lifted her shoulders in an 'I don't know, don't really mind, whatever you want' suggestion.
