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Post by Rii on Jul 16, 2011 20:55:12 GMT -5
I felt this way before I fell right through the floor And I am certain I've become Broken, bruised, and numb Would you restate your opinion And hold back your investigation Do you see the sins you're making Cause I've made them all before The infirmary was cool and quiet - two things that G'dan, still prone to headaches and the need for additional rest after his fall, appreciated more than ever. A sevenday had passed since the tinkerer had taken an afternoon of rest to test out his model glider outside of Dalibor Weyr. That had ended poorly; his glider had worked, there was no denying it, but Gess certainly couldn't fly without Prith's wings. So when the rocks had broken from under him, he'd taken the fall. And all the Lord's runners and all the Hold's guards came to try and put me together again, he thought with a wry sense of chagrin. He'd ended up making more of a fuss than he would have by dragging the most ornery of riders along with him - a matter of almost as sharp a regret as the extent of his injuries. The journeyman - Tedaon - had informed him he had broken and cracked bones all over, and Delilah had been firm in reinforcing that he was to stay in bed and rest. His friends would take care of Prith. They weren't even supposed to visit in those first few days, but that restriction was now cleared. G'dan normally had more than his fair share of nervous energy, but this past sevenday had passed quietly - as far as he could recall, he slept through most of it. But now he was awake, laying half-propped up by a stack of pillows, and engaged in another session of wall-watching. On the far side of the bed from the room, twelve feet of green dragonet curled tightly. Prith was less than inclined to let Hers out of her sight any longer than necessary. As calm and wise as she was, she'd received a bad scare; although all it had changed was she was even more protective of G'dan now. Like now - her head lifted - with someone outside coming in. I will now rise from the ashes Don't call me pretentious I'm sitting here making my own rules And if I fall from the ceiling You'll be down there waiting And my only hope Is falling down
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Post by Ruin on Jul 18, 2011 13:53:10 GMT -5
He reminded himself that immediately demanding answers wouldn’t help any of the involved members; nor would it earn him any sort of respect from the healers for causing their patient undue stress. Still, those were hard words to swallow into the back of his throat as he stalked into the room—a motion which was due more to his two burdens than an actual maliciousness in his spirit. Of course he thought the man had showed himself as particularly dim, but perhaps there was a reason for it—there sharding well better be. As he moved across the stone floor of the infirmary, one hand lodged over his shoulder by the flank of herdbeast that cascaded down his back, he felt an unfamiliar twinge across his ribs—though the sutures from Xiro’el’s knife accident had come out long ago, his scar tissue was still remembering how to bend with his body.
It didn’t help that his other arm was overflowing from shoulder to fingertips with the object of G’dan’s obsession—one that nearly was his death, and probably nearly that of Prith’s. It was amazing to him that they were taught having relations with one another in a sexual fashion would send their dragonets between, but here the little ones proved themselves capable of enduring something much worse. Certainly the sharing of love was not comparable to agony, darkness, and terror—which Sebolaren had been told Prith expressed in the way she broadcast her mind to any of those dragons she knew. Well; that was in the past now, was it not? As he gained ground on the bed he arched a querying brow at the Greenweyrling; placing the contraption on the end of the bed away from his feet where its tattered wings could stretch into open air. ”I rescued this from a tree, and next time you use it, I expect it to be done from flat ground.”
His tone requested no response for words that bordered on command, and, regardless, before he could properly give his attentions to the man he had to hand off his other present—bloody present. He walked over to that curled Green form and released the long flank from his back as if uncurling a bandage from his body, releasing the meathook imbedded in it once it was on the floor: It had given him grip, and leverage, but was not needed now. With a trademark grin he chuckled jovially, ”and for you, dear guardian, but I cannot claim all of the credit—Tigreath brought him down for me. A lovely young bullock and full of blood—or as much would stay in on my trek over here.”
Bidding her eat with a bob of his head, he turned; meathook bouncing off his empty hand as he meandered his way back to the Greenrider’s bedside. Stormy grey eyes locked on that battered and bandaged face and he sighed softly: Pausing long enough to hook one of the nearby chairs with his feet, he then sprawled into it; hands clasping across his chest after placing the hook safely beneath his seat—gaze never faltering. ”I suppose Xiro’el will be along shortly, once Tigs has finished her own meal, and I asked him to bring oil for Prith; though if he forgets the twins can fetch it easily enough. How are you feeling?” Questions must always start with a firm foundation.
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Post by Rii on Jul 18, 2011 15:08:51 GMT -5
Death by Thread might be preferable to the emotions dancing in Sebolaren's eyes; G'dan lowered his head, focusing on listening. Oh yes. He was in even more trouble from his friends than from the Weyrlingmasters - and they hadn't been particularly pleased, to be sure. His eyes fixed on his model glider, feeling a spark of glee beneath the shame - it had made it all the way to the treeline - it had been caught in a tree, it could have made it further! Gess itched to ask questions, but Sebol's tone forestalled it. That was an order - and an implied shut up and listen.
Prith bumped Sebol's hand with her fast-growing wedge of a head in gratitude, expressing her thanks through her rider. "She says thank you, to you and Tigreath. She's been coaxed out a couple times, but she won't leave long enough to eat her fill." He paused, looking down at his dragon.
I will keep you safe. I have enough to eat.[/color] Still she worked to devour the meat hungrily.
You know I'm safe here. It had been an argument they'd already had before. Prith always won; the greenweyrling had no stamina for fighting even with words.
Now he fidgeted with the blanket covering him up to his chest - his left forearm was splinted and wrapped, to protect a fractured radius, but the fingers would still move. "Better," he flicked his gaze sideways, catching the steadily watching eyes of the herder. "I've been able to stay awake longer." The day of the accident was blurry to him, especially after the fall - everything was still a jumble of pain and voices and dizziness. It had taken him time to actually be able to think more at speed again.
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Post by Ruin on Jul 18, 2011 18:10:34 GMT -5
He nodded quietly to those spoken words; of course this was why they’d all been kept away; to allow the man to sleep and give time for his brain to heal against whatever damage it had sustained. Still, healing was well underway, if it wasn’t Delilah would have chased him out already—he was sure. So he did his best to maintain a calm expression even though he was quite tempted to demand answers at the top of his lungs—Shaffit but Gess knew better! He cleared his throat deeply and then leaned forward, his clasped hands stretching as his elbows pressed deeply onto the arms of the chair. ”So,” he began and once started did not stop. ”How is it you came to the idea that tossing your inventions off a shale ledge far from the Weyr was more intelligent an idea than using a weyrledge, staircase, friendly dragon, or—shards, even one of the bridges that reside within the safety of the Bowl?”
He leaned back against the chair with a disgruntled set to his mouth, head shaking slightly. ”Any of us would have gladly helped you, Gess, any of us would’ve rather fallen down that incline than you. I would have been a better choice for this exercise in stupidity; if life has proven anything it’s that I’m expendable in many ways—and not likely to send a dragon between when I dash myself senseless on some rocks. On top of which, what good will you be for these creations of yours when your fingers can no longer piece them together, and you’ve rattled every brilliant thought loose in your head?” His eyes had never left G’dan’s while he spoke, though he didn’t strive to capture them within his gaze—his words would do that; at least they would if the Greenweyrling had sense enough to listen.
”I don’t want you going and thinking I’m saying the idea you had was stupid, personally I find it brilliant: I was the one who nearly died rescuing it from the top of a tree—though why you’d want something that flies on its own when we have dragons is beyond me. I suppose you can give flight to Holderfolk. Regardless, I expect you to continue bringing these ideas you have to life; my only demand is that you don’t remain so closed off from your friends regarding them; and for the love of Faranth let us help you!” He didn’t bother to hide the ironic mirth that seeped into his eyes washing away that concern and gentle reproach; the situation was rather funny—aside from the damage sustained and the very real danger to Prith: Neither of which deserved blatant chiding.
”Your Prith performed admirably, I’m not sure if you’ve been awake enough for any to tell you. She set up a call that echoed across the Weyr: It even managed to touch me in the form of the twins through Xiro’el. She kept her head, and informed the Healers of your wounds bravely, and she never abandoned you to give in to her fear—you two will be the envy of any Wing.” Not only that, but should Thread manage to score them; he had no doubt that they would be a pair prepared—though G’dan had yet to experience the trauma of Prith being wounded, he was certain they would manage admirably.
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Post by Rii on Jul 18, 2011 19:36:17 GMT -5
The neatly sewed edge of the blanket over him flicked back and forth under those clever fingers, back and forth. Gess couldn't bear to meet those grey eyes full on yet, not while that deep voice chided him gently. He was grateful for the quiet tone - it would still be a few sevendays until he was fully recovered - but the words stung. Still he waited through them all. He didn't try to interrupt, each word sinking through his ears and into his heart. As dim as he could be in any other's eyes, as rattled as his brain had been, he wouldn't forget this any time too soon.
When Sebol finally fell silent, G'dan lowered his eyes to his hands, brows furrowing softly. This was difficult. He didn't talk about himself, shard it. To open himself and be vulnerable, admitting what produced the layers and layers of shells he kept around himself. And worse, to risk hurting his beloved friend by admitting that those shells had come between Sebol and him. What, you don't trust him?
He did. He trusted Sebolaren with his life, with his heart and soul. But Turns of withdrawing from others and shielding himself from the blades and barbs of their negative reactions. G'dan struggled internally. To overcome that uncertainty was a daily battle, sometimes won, sometimes lost. To let the blossoms of his ingenuity be shared, to risk the wounds of scorn and belittlement - or flee and nurse it until he was confident enough to share the fruits with another.
He trusted Sebol. Did he have the courage to say so?
The weyrling lifted his gaze, and latched his eyes with the Ruathan's. He inhaled. "I... I know. I... let me explain." I have to have the courage to tell him what I am.
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Post by Ruin on Jul 24, 2011 22:06:03 GMT -5
He watched the man squirm, and really his heart did go out to the Greenrider; there was certainly no malice in his heart, and hopefully Gess would understand that. Still, the words had to be spoken between them; he had been genuinely concerned—worried even—for the Rider’s safety. This habit would not be one which Sebolaren allowed him to grow accustom. He had friends now damnit, he wasn’t slaving away in some Crafthall in competition with everyone else, and what’s more he had dangerous friends: Or at least friends with danger-loving dragons. Certainly any of them would have been better suited for this task.
Considering Prith had not lept across the room to disembowel him like a herdbeast, he assumed that even if his words stung they were understood to be meaningfully affectionate; probably as affectionate as Sebol would manage when such a mixture of absolute concern and confusion. Yet the Greenrider seemed completely willing to explain himself, which pleased Sebol above all else; he wasn’t going to be chased from the room by a protective dragon or summarily ignored by a headstrong Rider. When those eyes finally came to rest within his, he fed them with warmth and strength, and he slipped easily from the chair to the bedside.
Carefully scooping up one of those Smithcraft hands, so close in size to his own, and gave a gentle squeeze; his smile echoing the encouragement and affection he felt for his dear—if somewhat infuriating—friend.
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Post by Rii on Jul 24, 2011 22:29:10 GMT -5
Primary in the dreamer’s dark eyes was trepidation; a lurking, miserable vulnerability at having to explain why he acted like he did. It was just... so sharding stupid. It showed him up at his utter weakest. Yes, he was shy, nervous, and belittled himself normally – but that ran deeper than he let on. Deep down, tucked at the base of his purest dreams and ideals, Gess hated himself, for all of the things he wasn’t – for the things he couldn’t achieve.
He hated himself, but he would not deny Sebol this after he’d begun. Not when Sebol was sitting there at his side looking so – so Sebol. “I was always the dreamer. As a child – that was alright. My family put up with it, to an extent. But I apprenticed early... they knew it would take me longer to achieve anything that another would measure.” There was a sadness that passed through his eyes. “I learned a lot about people in those years. I learned that no one likes a dreamer – and too many dislike, or fear change. New things, things they don’t know. For every one person that would accept an idea, four would happily crush it.”
G’dan licked his lips. “It’s not that everyone was like that. It’s that too many were. I learned to hide all but the most plain, the most useful – I just... I couldn’t stand it when my projects were attacked – destroyed – ruined when others said something was impossible, worthless...” There was real pain in the depths of his gaze; his ideas, the inspiration and the ideals of making things better were a part of him. To Gess, an assault on one of his projects hurt worse than any fall, cut, or score could, and he had taken those wounds far too many times.
“It’s not that you’re them. The problem... it’s me. To show my designs... was hard. But for someone to watch when I tested, maybe failed...” the weyrling faltered, closing his eyes for a moment. “I didn’t think I could, Sebolaren. So... I went alone. Prith and I. Where no one could see us, where there was plenty of space to try. Ten Turns of hiding are not so easily overturned, and... I’m sorry.”
His eyes snapped open suddenly and he added in an unexpectedly fierce tone, “And you. Are not the least bit expendable, and never will be whether you ride a dragon or not.” Ever.
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Post by Ruin on Jul 25, 2011 0:23:28 GMT -5
He chuckled softly and nodded, though all at once he became serious again. ”Fine. I will agree that I am not expendable, but only because you know I’m not going to trample your dreams like an overgrown herdbeast.” A smile crooked at the corners of his lips as he tapped the glider that lay across the bed behind him with his fingers. Of course the vehemence of G’dan’s words had caught him off guard, but he appreciated the emotion behind them.
”None of us become what our parents expect, and now you are a Dragonrider. Surrounded by individuals who will rise with you against Thread, and bonded to a creature who loves you more deeply than words can express. I understand, of course, the hard reality of overcoming years of doubt, but all challenges are best met head on. Now you know that there people willing here. Besides; I’ve some marks to burn, and I’ve heard whispers of a Gather in the future.” Of course there had to be a Gather at some point, but he’d use anything to help cheer the Greenrider even a bit.
”We can see you mended, and then we can return to testing your inventions safely, and you never know,” his words trailed in a quiet contemplation as his fingertips again lifted up one large winged side of the glider. ”One day perhaps you’ll make aerial rescues a thing of certainty.” He was right though; many people did not take kindly to change, but the coming moons would show enormous change—Thread would once again fall from the skies. "So why not dream? Even dragon’s wings are more fragile than the thoughts of a man."
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Post by Rii on Jul 30, 2011 18:58:58 GMT -5
G'dan exhaled slowly, releasing his gaze from Sebol's as he rolled his head gingerly to the side to check Prith. A tenderness that it was unlikely any other had drawn from him glittered in the depths of his brown eyes as he looked her over from tip to tail. Only once he was perfectly sure she was safe - if perhaps in need of oiling - did he return to the conversation. He shifted awkwardly in the bed, his breath catching in his chest at the various reports of pain from his battered body.
Immediately Prith's head lifted from the tail end of her meal, swinging to view him in concern. G'dan was not going to get away with trying to say he was fine with her listening in. He tried anyway. "S'normal, Prith... I didn't hurt anything new. I promise." The green huffed a soft sigh, her eyes whirling in concern.
I do not like feeling you in pain. This was not right at all.[/color] That was what had disturbed her the most; it had jarred the feeling of the whole world around her. It had been wrong for Hers to fall, and fall alone.
"Yes... now I am G'dan, of green Prith," the weyrling agreed softly. He reached out to brush his fingertips against the offered head, wincing at the stretch but doing it anyway. That arm wasn't hurt beyond bruising and cuts, at least. His dreamer's eyes were focused for once, intent on the thought of flying Thread with Prith. "Protecting the lives of Hall and Hold." Prith gave a quiet, approving croon.
He turned his attention to the glider. Sebol had said it had been up a tree... perhaps controlling the air when no dragon's wings were available was not so impossible. "I will. One day, lacking a dragon beneath you won't mean sure death in the air," he vowed softly. Though perhaps thoughts were more fragile than Sebol considered them; perhaps, it depended on the thought.
The herder had offered safer ground for discussion, and Gess took to commenting with a shy smile. "A Gather would be fun; I hope I'm up and about in time to go. I need to barter for some more metals to work into - my projects."
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Post by Sakoru on Aug 8, 2011 16:22:31 GMT -5
I AM READY TO GO, MINE!
Xiro'el winced at the sheer force of his dragon's mental shout, looking up at her with an exasperated look on his face. "You do know you don't need to yell when I'm ten feet away and connected to your mind, right?" He shook his head and plucked the jar of oil up off the ground. Avsiran, on his shoulder, trilled and then vanished between, returning moments later with Prith's oiling brush in his talons. Pleased, the cyanrider accepted it and gave the blue a perfunctory scratch on the chin before turning towards the infirmary.
All right. Off we go, Tigs! he informed her, and broke into a lope, knowing his dragon would be following behind. She was, and if he hadn't figured it out from the sound of her feet hitting the ground it certainly would have been made obvious by the cyan's bugle of excitement. Xiro hoped that she wouldn't be so vocal in the infirmary. Not only would G'dan probably not want a headache, but he was certain that no other injured people would appreciate having an extremely loud dragon around, either. They probably also wouldn't appreciate the herdbeast haunches hanging out of her mouth, but she insisted that Prith would need more than that measly flank. Even Tallperson couldn't carry an entire herdbeast.
It took very little time to reach the infirmary, and less to find G'dan, Prith, and Sebol. Xiro, although he'd been concerned for the greenweyrling ever since the accident, suspected that his blood brother had already taken care of reprimanding him properly, so the trader didn't bother. Instead, he trotted up to the edge of the bed to join his two friends. As it happened, he was right on time to hear the mention of the impending Gather. "Bartering?" He perked up instantly. "Leave it to me, m'dear greenrider. I can get you more marks for metal than you can." A broad grin appeared on his face, and the trader cheerily shoved the bottle of oil and the brush into Sebol's hands. "Oil and brush, as requested. G'dan, you're coming to that Gather whether or not you're healed properly. You'll be close to full health by the time it rolls around, I imagine, and if necessary I'll bribe some full rider to get you out of the infirmary and take you there."
Tigreath, though she amazingly entered the infirmary in relative quiet, bounded right up to Prith and slapped the herdbeast's hindquarters down right in front of the green, eyes whirling with excitement. Look what I brought you, Prith! Delicious herdbeast! You should eat it! Dangerously. You should try and eat the entire thing in one bite, or as much of it as you can. That might be dangerous. But even if it's not dangerous it would be FUN!
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Post by Ruin on Aug 8, 2011 18:33:44 GMT -5
”Yes, and soon G’dan, Dragonrider, Greenrider, and fighting pair of Prith,” his smile had become bright, and genuine, and he was going to follow up his Gather speech with more, but his blood-brother took that moment to make his own bounding entrance: Along with a meat-carrying Tigreath. None of the Healers, or patients, seemed pleased with the new pair to join their midst; and those who were not Dragonriders seemed less than thrilled to share a space with a bleeding corpse, but where they might have been displeased—Sebol was thrilled. Xiro’el did have something that he wanted. Plucking the oil jar and brush from the Cyanweyrlings hands before Gess could even think about reaching for them unconsciously and hurting himself, the ex-Herder lumbered to his feet and offered up a trademark grin to the pair.
”You,” a large finger stuck out from the jar in his hand to poke Xiro’el in the chest, ”sit, and visit. Gess; would you ask Prith if she would mind if I oiled her? I know she needs it, and you certainly are not going to wound yourself further: Delilah would have my head. If she doesn’t want me to touch her I’m sure we can teach Tigreath how to handle a brush.” The smile on his face became somewhat wicked at that; of course he would be the only option, but he didn’t think the Green would have a problem with him doing it anyway: He was a trusted member of her family, and probably had been since that long-ago day when Gess had agreed to teach him Drafting.
Still; there was no harm in asking. When the twins arrived in the wake of the Cyanpair he sorted them out by sending them to perch beside G’dan’s head, their claws digging into the stone of the bed board. Helpful though they were, they’d not hesitate to find some form to trouble to get into, or they’d try to steal food from Prith and end up accidentally eaten: He had heard from Xiro’el that it had nearly happened with Tigreath. Vacating the space by the chair and bed for his blood-brother, he placed the oil pot and brush on the nearest table so Prith could at least finish her meal before he took care of her itching.
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Post by Rii on Aug 10, 2011 21:52:49 GMT -5
Thank you, Tigreath. I will eat it. Not in one bite, though; it would not fit.[/color] Prith started eating again. She had made short work of the flank Sebol had brought, although she would deny any hint that she was being neglected; she simply hadn't had the chance to stuff herself silly with meat in the past few days. Tell Sebolaren that I will let him oil me. He should be careful of my head while I eat; the oil smells pleasant, but it is not good in the mouth.[/color] Prith's mindvoice was tinged with humor as she ate, and G'dan grinned with amusement.
"Thanks, Xiro'el, and Tigreath. She really does need oiling." The shy greenweyrling gave a look of pure and simple gratitude at his fellow weyrling and the cyan - left unspoken was that she really did need to eat too. "Sebol, Prith says you can oil her but to take care it doesn't get in her mouth," he translated faithfully, deep brown eyes twinkling with whimsy, "as it smells better than it tastes." He did pass a quiet look to Sebol - I trust you.
Gess resettled his splinted arm and looked to Xiro. "So what trouble have you been getting into? I won't believe it if you say none," he joked shyly.
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Post by Sakoru on Aug 17, 2011 5:12:21 GMT -5
Tigreath crooned in disappointment when Prith disagreed to eat the herdbeast haunches in one bite, and heaved a massive sigh. But that's the point, she argued, fluttering her wings before folding them and settling on her haunches. Do you want more? I can get more! I like hunting! I'm the best hunter EVER! I just wish it were more dangerous. I'll find out some way to make it positively perilous, and then it'll be even MORE fun!
While he wasn't one for following orders, sitting and visiting a friend was hardly something to be categorized as unpleasant. Xiro flopped into the chair as soon as he was poked, just as if his blood brother had knocked him over, and grinned up at the larger man. "Yes, sir!" Eyes glittering with amusement, he left Sebol to his own devices and turned his attention on G'dan. It was still hard to believe how badly the man had injured himself just by going out alone. Xiro'el was quite sure that Sebol had had a lot to say on that particular subject, so he left it, and everything injury-related, aside.
"No problem. We're happy to help." The cyanweyrling brushed off his friend's thanks with a wave of the hand and grinned. G'dan's grateful look made him smile, and he shrugged a shoulder easily before raising dark brows at his friend. "Oh, not trouble precisely... at least, none I've gotten caught for." Winking, the trader leaned forward to rest his elbows on the edge of the greenweyrling's bed and considered for a moment. "I hosted a bonfire, which unfortunately not a lot of people showed up to... I'll have to try it again some other time and see what happens. And of course I've been raiding the kitchens, banned or no. If you want anything special to eat, let me know and I'll grab it for you. Drudges haven't managed to broom me yet." Chortling, Xiro glanced towards the two dragons and Sebol and raised a brow. "And, of course, there's Tigreath." The dragon was pretty much self-explanatory; it wouldn't require much imagination to figure out what sort of trouble she entailed. "Anything interesting happen in here or are you stuck watching the wall all day, G'dan?"
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Post by Ruin on Aug 18, 2011 3:04:58 GMT -5
Sebol was a good guy, and he’d be very careful with Prith and her mouth—no reason to ruin the delicious food she’d been brought. So he started at her tail first and began his work. For the duration of his task he would be entirely focused on her green hide; he would only hear the Weyrlings speaking as an automatic response to process information around him—everything else was ensuring he missed not a square inch of Prith’s hide in his work. Fork and ever ridged spine, every curve of her tail and rippling muscle; when she helped by coiling it around him he laughed and worked all the harder.
He worked beneath her wings first, her ribs, her legs, her clawed toes, the webbing between. Even the exposed flank and belly as she laid half-cocked to the side like a ship listing in the sea. He would do one half, and then the other half and he would make a project of it as he did with all of Requias’ care. For now, he treated her as if she was his—he could not hear her, but he didn’t need to: Only care for her. When he began work on the underside of her wing membranes she complied by stretching them open; even at a half-grown state her expanse of wing was Impressive. This, for now, was how he amused and entertained himself, and how he helped his recovering friend.
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Post by Rii on Aug 19, 2011 0:12:28 GMT -5
If there was one advantage to mindspeaking, it was that you could eat and talk at the same time. Prith did both with her usual aplomb. Thank you, Tigreath. This is a big meal.[/color] Maybe not dangerously big, but it would fully sate her, and her G'dan wouldn't fuss - which was good. G'dan needed to rest, not to fuss. She was being taken care of quite well. Sebolaren was a very careful worker and she was content to allow him to oil her - and even enjoy it. Her tail curled gently around the tall man as she worked on the second half of her meal. Perhaps when we can all fly well, you will find newer and more impressive ways to hunt.[/color] She really oughtn't say such things to Tigreath, but it was nothing the cyan hadn't thought before, the green was sure.
"Nothing interesting - I watch the wall. They won't give me anything to do... not that I've been awake as much as usual," G'dan muttered the last bit to himself, embarrassed at his weakness. He winced as he pushed himself to sit up a bit and stretched his unbroken arm, snagging the wingtip of the model glider and dragging it up into his lap. It hurt - and Prith immediately paused to look at him as she cleaned her mouth of the last of the herdbeast - but he ignored it in favor of feeling less helpless. She offered a low hum, but no other comment, unfolding her wing for Sebol's oiling.
His eyes traveled over the machine along with his fingertips - assessing the damage (minimal) and trying to remember the flight (disappointingly fuzzy). "Sebol said it reached the treeline," the tinkerer spoke quietly, his attention more on his thoughts than his words. How he wished he could remember it.
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