The door was open, the rider laying on her bed, her hands thrown behind her head, one leg crossed over the other that was propped up, looking at the ceiling. She had a few scrapes, some cuts, some bandages, and one hand was wrapped as she raised it. The skin had been burned pretty well. She was a good soldier, or she fancied herself as such, but she wasn't particularly good at making friends. And even her friends were often left to their own devices as she was not good at knowing how to interact with them. She never really had.
[smear:000000]Are we really going to stay up here all day?[/smear:CCCCCC] her dragon asked her almsot sounding annoyed by the prospect of beign stuck inside for the rest of the day.
She smiled slightly and gave a slight shrug. Maybe... that was all she said, sitting up slowly, putting her feet on the floor. "We'll see what we can do." She wasn't sure what to do, but she started towards the door. "Meet you down b'low," she said to the black-white, jamming her cold feet into boots and her arms into the sleeves of her coat before trotting to the door and opening it, entering the hallway and nearly walking right into someone.
"Excuse you," Saith's startled words came through Mae's mouth. They had been taking a walk together since it was, once again, very cold out. The spooky Grey had been missing these halls he could no longer fit into, so he had taken a visit through Mae's eyes.
"Sorry, Raevin. You going out like that?" Mae apologized for her Grey without context, which could be further misinterpreted. She pointed at the bandages the Rider had on her.
Raevin was about to say something in reaponse to the first when Mar qent on to apologize and ask a question and she blinked, curtailing her rather cutting temark. "Errr... yeah. Not much for it. Ain't gotta good glove for't as it twere." She drawled lazily, blinking at the other again. Obviously off guard. She could feel Yanth quietly interested in the back of her mind.
That's the kind of attitude that loses fingers. Saith chimed in. He sounded upset, but his thoughts wandered into the few spooky advantages of being short a finger tip or two.
"You should ask after one. Cold here is like as not to take your fingers," Mae filtered Saith's comment. "I think I know someone who might have a spare set if you've got time now." Mae offered. What had she been up to anyhow?
Letter report before dinner. Boring as usual. Nothing of note.
Be a dear and pass that along, will you, Saith?
I protest being left all the tasks in this partnership. So you are aware.
Do it and we'll get you an extra long bath this week.