November 30th, 2009
Jezebel was grateful for not having to be escorted by the guards to breakfast, but for some reason felt shy and a little nervous around this stringy half-man who was obviously unsure how to act around her. She was used to adoration and praise now, but all Azariah seemed to be was uncomfortable, disguised only slightly in gentleman-like behavior.
“Um, well, thanks for getting the guards away.” Jezebel attempted to start a conversation.
“Er, you’re welcome.” A short reply was all Azariah could manage.
“Have you ever had fresh bread first thing in the morning? I usually get mostly fresh bread at a reasonable time, but maybe it is better at sunrise.” Another attempt to start a different conversation, and another flop.
“I haven’t, and I doubt it’s any better.” Another short answer from Azariah.
The two walked in awkward silence for a while, and it seemed to Jezebel that she could literally hear the wheels in his brain trying to turn this weird situation into a genteel event. Maybe this was progress. “Um, what’s weapons training…” Azariah finally began.
And of course, as soon as he asked it, he was interrupted by the guard. “Took you two long enough. It’s almost sunrise now. Get in here for your bread.” Another failed conversation. This was not going to be easy.
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