"Scylla! i have a bone to pick with you! How dare you put me in that position!"
Niniel jumped, nearly dropping the plate which she had just been given. The source of the voice marched over to their table, gesticulating wildly. She briefly said hello to Niniel and Chrestienne, then resumed arguing with Scylla. Chrestienne smiled, then stood.
"I'm afraid that I must go. Shall I see you again when I return, Niniel?" she asked.
"I--I have n-no plans t-t-to leave," Niniel responded, a little out of sorts that Chrestienne was leaving. She had almost gotten comfortable with the other g.irl, and it would mean that she had to get comfortable with two more new people. Not that she disliked Scylla and Yebasian, she just didn't want to have to lead conversation and display her stutter.
She looked over at the table where sat Soronume and the lady-elf, fervently wishing that she dared leave this table and these loudly bantering cousins for his and his quiet acceptance of others. And him.
She shook her head at her folly and looked away, blushing. The cousins were still at it.
"Ex-excuse me," she softly interrupted. "Th-there is d-d-dinner being served. Do--do you w-want any, Y-Yebasian, Scylla?"
[ July 20, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]
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