Time - Evening
Location - Atricis Weyr | Dining Hall - 72nd Hatching Feast
@Ainokesshou | Al'ster
"I meant. . . I know being pretty isn't important. I wasn't trying to say that you being pretty was more important than your intelligence, or your craft, or anything. I just meant. . . that you are pretty. Your face is nice to look at. . ."
The more he said, the more her own golden complexion brightened with a blush. Why did he say such things? What did he mean when he said them? And did she want it to mean anything?
"I can't be the first person to tell you that."
Eyes averted his own, hesitant to answer that last part, if only because Angela began to suspect it might actually make things worse if she did. But he did kind of present a question that needed to be answered. "Ummm... actually yeah." People always said that sort of thing about her sister, but never herself, and honestly, Angela was all right by that. Emalia liked that sort of attention, revelled in it even, but Angela preferred to keep to herself and avoid that sort of recognition. It was why she actually felt so out of place in the dress she wore. The way the silver gilt fabric cinched about her waist fanned about her chest asked for those in attendance to regard her. And regard it seemed they had.
"Sorry," she quickly apologised. "I'm not really good at this sort of thing..." eyes widened when she realised how that could have been taken. "The compliment, I mean!" Angela would never imply that he liked her, or that she even liked him. He was a friend. "I just... I don't know..." eyes buried once more to the floor, not really knowing how to explain how she felt at the moment.