<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"> <span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sari, Terran hold: early morning at A'drew's table.</strong></span><br/> <br/>Sari’s eyes grew wide at A’drew’s words. "Wow, being chosen to train the weyrlings is a wonderful compliment my friend. I can also image it eats up a lot of time." Sari looks down as she picks at a meat roll with the edge of her dagger. "Sorry I accused you of avoiding me," she intoned. Those old feelings of inadequacy can still get the best of me from time to time, even if the other person is you. "Anyway," she sighed. "I will get someone else to help me with the new leathers I need for Ronith." <br/><br/>Sari noticed the slight distracted look that crossed A’drew’s face, and couldn’t help laugh when he passed her Zeranth’s message. <br/>"Give the big brute my best too," she smiles. "Tell me about it!" She grins at A’drew’s mock dismay, "I just fed Ronith this morning. I was on my way to check on her, I can rub some hide oil into Zeranth while I’m there. You are looking a bit done in." Sari flipped a sweet role into her mouth, and giving A’drew a wink, she headed for another table. </span>