Jessmina shook her head. "Sad, that is. We've dragonrider blood in our family, so we know it's no blemish on us. Besides, I've two other sons to carry on here at the hold." She finished her cup of klah and refilled it partway, quirking a brow at the rider to ask if she would like a fill-up as well. The motion looked remarkably like one of L'mur's, making it clear where the greenrider's features and mannerisms had come from.
With her bag over one shoulder, Jessmet clattered down the wide stone steps to the great hall. Glancing around franticly, as if Siran would have gone without her, she spotted her mother and their guest. "I'm ready!" she called cheerfully, face flushed with excitement.
