Post by dr3amwe4ver on Jul 30, 2018 17:18:13 GMT -8
78.11.27 | Night | Kitchen
The Weyrlingmaster had told them the hatching would happen any day now, and Aislin wanted to be prepared. After the other candidates went to bed, their soft snores filling the barracks, Aislin changed into a simple brown dress - to bring out the color of her eyes - and slipped out. She'd decided not to wear make-up since she planned to be alone. Other girls might have felt self-conscious about that, but Aislin didn't mind. In fact, she'd decided long ago it was better to be plain than beautiful. The beautiful ones didn't know if men or women liked them for their personality or their looks. With her dull features that didn't stand out, she knew someone would have to see past her appearance and truly get to know her, at least in her mind.
Once she reached the kitchens, Aislin poured herself a pot of klah and set it by the roaring hearth. She glanced around to make sure no one else was around - it was the middle of the night, who would be? - and lifted her skirts, dropping into a curtsy.
"Oh glorious gold, thank you for allowing me to attend your clutch," she said. Clicking her tongue, she straightened. It felt too...ingratiating. She wanted to seem confident, not groveling.
Aislin curtsied again, practicing her form. "Dear Archith, thank you for letting me stand at your clutch." Hmmm. Would Dear seem too familiar to the gold? She knew the queens were proud, and didn't want to offend her.
She curtsied. "Queen Arcith, I thank you for allowing me to impress at your clutch." Too formal. And it might be a little arrogant to assume she'd Impress. Straightening, Aislin sipped at her klah and placed a hand on her hip, thinking.
