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Post by ferret on Aug 13, 2011 18:25:56 GMT -5
Taavetti couldn’t remember a time when the world seemed fluffier. No, that wasn’t the right word. Focusing his mental acuity, the Baker-turned-Candidate attempted to find the correct word. Flurf… fler… well, the world seemed a lot different, which may or may not have been due to the fellis-dosed wine he drank, but… actually, no. That was exactly what was responsible for it.
Shards, was this how Cassia felt all the time? No wonder the little green flit was so happy all the time. It was very, very difficult to be upset in a world like this. It was just so amazing. From his bed, Taavi looked over the Infirmary with apparent----if slightly dull-eyed----interest. Other patients----other victims from the fire, he assumed----had Healers hovering over them, carefully looking over their injuries. It was a hive of activity, each Healer buzzing around and doing their duty.
After being in the Infirmary for three days, Taavi’s sense of timing was terribly off, but he felt fairly certain it was… daylight? Yes, it was probably daylight outside. That was why there were people around; they generally slept at night, at least that was his own personal experience. Night was for… for sleeping. And other things, he admitted. But mostly for sleeping.
A gentle jingle called the easily-distracted man’s attention to Cassia. “Chrp?” the little green flit stretched out on the boy’s pillow, quite happy to take up any space that he abandoned as he sat up. Running around with the other flits had been a lot of fun, but it left her completely tuckered out! With a little yawn, Cassia curled up once more, careful to keep her prized possession close at hand. No one was going to steal her fluffy ball on her watch, no siree!
Thankfully, Taavi had no interest in balls today. Nope, he was going to try just standing up first. Kicking his legs over the side of the bed, the Baker got up and, not for the first time, found himself sitting back down rather abruptly with a downright bemused look on his face and a terrible cough in his throat. O… k… so that was out of the question for now, he decided. But that was fine. All the activity in the Infirmary was enough to keep him amused for some time. Oh, and coughing.
Spasmodic coughs wracked Taavi and he groped vaguely for the tea set up nearby. Unfortunately, his clumsy hands only upset the cup and sent it crashing and spilling to the ground instead. “Shit.” Well, now this was a puzzle. Once again, the Candidate was reduced to a slightly blank stare as he tried to figure out what to do about a spill. Clean it up, obviously, but… what do?
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Post by Ruin on Aug 13, 2011 18:40:50 GMT -5
”Worry not, I’m here to do something stupidly heroic!” The smile on his face was bright and did not at all match the sluggish rumble that accompanied his words; no longer did he seem eloquent or even broodingly sultry—more like a hissing tunnelsnake caught in a wherry’s mouth. The rag in his bandaged hands dropped to the floor at his direction and he used one of his booted feet to mop up at the water—the lacerations across his back were still too tight for him to easily kneel or bend over. ”Need more water? Speaking of things we say when half-conscious after almost being blown to pieces—I hear you find Xiro’el quite pretty.”
The glass may well have stayed there save for Sigard; the little creature had damn near clung to him inseparably since the fire: Those few heartbeats he had spent inside the inferno above his bonded had shaken him—although he had found some comfort with Avsiran as his brother sat by Xiro’el. ”How are you feeling? Coming along well—I don’t suppose you’re trying to make good your escape. Do you know what they’ll do if they see one of their injured Candidates attempting to flee?” Sebol gave a soft smile to Cassia and then returned his chiding gaze to Taavetti. ”You need more rest, need to heal so you can stand for your dragon.”
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Post by ferret on Aug 13, 2011 19:02:47 GMT -5
“Aww, Sebs! Just the man I’d call for if there were stupidly heroic things that need doing!” In this case, that involved trying to break out of the Infirmary. That sounded just stupidly heroic enough for Sebol to get interested. Unfortunately, the ‘stupidly heroic’ thing Sebol was more interested in was poking fun at his injured friend. With a groan, Taavi dropped his head into his hands. “I called him kind of pretty, kind of! And that means nothing at all beyond the fact that I was concerned for my friend, you ass, and trying to give a good description of him. And so what if I did call him ‘pretty’? Girls can call their female friends pretty all the time and no one says anything about it, but if a guy does it, he’s suddenly gay? That’s just a double standard, Seb, a total double-standard. And you have to admit, he is kind of pretty. Is it hot in here? I feel like it’s really warm suddenly…”
Abruptly, it also occurred to Taavi that this dialogue had become more of a running-ramble, which was not helping anything at all. Never mind how the herdcrafter had even heard about Taavi’s words from the fire; that wasn’t overly important. The important part was… The Candidate sighed and ran a hand through his hair, briefly getting it tangled since brushing his hair hadn’t really been high up on his list of priorities. “Look, please don’t tell him I said that, ok?”
It wasn’t that he didn’t think Xiro was pretty or anything. It was just that following this line of thought led to a very scary pit of tunnelsnakes that Taavi did not want to deal with, not now or ever. Plus, he distinctly remembered Xiro getting stab-happy over a simple present. Speaking of that, he narrowed his unfocused eyes on his friend once more. “And you’re alright, yeah? I always say, if you’re going to do something stupidly heroic, be sure to do it on a day right after you get stabbed. And I’m not going to try to escape now.”
Clearly, he had no choice but to wait until Sebol was gone. The distinct inflection on the last word clearly demonstrated that Taavi wasn’t going to give up that easily.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 13, 2011 19:12:03 GMT -5
Accepting the cup back from Sigard as the flit delivered it to his hands, Sebolaren refilled it with water from the chilled pitcher—how did they do that anyway? While he did this the Baker was losing himself into a stumbling ramble that made the ex-Herder wonder if he’d hit a nerve more sensitive than he had expected—what had become a silly word now seemed to ring with some honest truth. Well that was certainly sweet, and he couldn’t help but smile stupidly down at the young Dragon Candidate. ”Too late, I’ve already told him, but I don’t think you’ll have much to worry about—he now thinks I am the gay one. Not that there’s anything wrong with loving men of course,” those words followed a sedate but serious pace, he wasn’t entirely sure if it was drugs, stress, or more that caused the Baker to ramble on, but whatever it was—it was curious.
Sitting wearily beside his friend, as the man wasn’t exactly using his entire bed at the moment, Sebol offered up the cool glass of water with what he hoped was a comforting smile; the best he could muster under circumstances. ”I’ve been better, got a few scrapes and burns for the cause, but—“ trailing off he allowed himself to just smile. The boy was recuperating, there wasn’t any reason to bring up the depressing bits now was there? The dead, the child he had carried out, those transferring in terror, the destruction that he was working his wounded hands raw to help clean, and fix. No, for now there could just be fun, and comfort. ”I wouldn’t escape if I were you. They’ve set up fire pits down by the beach; awful long walk—not all that fun. “
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Post by ferret on Aug 13, 2011 19:35:02 GMT -5
Taavi eyed Sebol suspiciously, as though just noticing that the man was there. Ohshit, he’d already told Xiro’el? “Fine, but when he stabs me, you have to take care of Cassia,” he muttered darkly, half-convinced that he totally would get shanked for this. Faranth, why did he make friends like this again? There was Sebol, who decided that health was for other people, Xiro’el, who was kind of pretty and smiling and then paranoid as a wher in sunshine, and Edison, who decided that the only way to handle life was to be completely and totally random at it, presumably to try and convince it that he was just too much trouble to bother. “Just remember that! When I’m gone, you’re taking Cassia,” he repeated, poking Sebol in the chest to make sure he got the point.
At the sound of her name, Cassia chirped again. Ohhh, hi! Hihihi! She knew this man! He was friends! He had a blue!flit! Most of Cassia’s thoughts ended in exclamation points. Sleepily, she sauntered over to Sebol and nudged his hand. Pets, yes?
The glass of water was accepted with a grateful smile. Now that they were moving away from certain dangerous topics, the Candidate was able to relax a little and think on more positive things. “You know how you’re supposed to be convincing me not to stage a break-out from the Infirmary? You’re horrible at that. We need to practice that. Some sort of… not… escapologycraft…” Now that definitely fell apart at the end there, but Taavi didn’t particularly care.
Again, he stared hard at his friend, trying to guess whether or not he was injured. Well, Sebol looked ok, he had to grudgingly admit. Nothing looked broken or damaged, so he supposed he had to accept Sebol’s word for it. “You win this round. But there will always be another,” he warned his friend, waving a finger under the herder’s nose.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 13, 2011 19:42:24 GMT -5
The finger in his chest had caught a spot sore enough to make him wince and hiss through his teeth, but he brushed off the pain as he did the others. ”I’ve declined all drugs save for the ones—” biting back his words he covered up his falter with a cough. He was going to say that he only used useful drugs, but he didn’t want to make his friend feel weak for using something to dull the pain—especially what with everything he’d been through. ”The ones I’m used to. Never know if I’d have a bad reaction to something, and I need to be fit to stand—as do you, so no running away.”
Scooping up the Green and her little ball he cradled Cassia in his lap; Sigard, amused by this, landed on his shoulder and then scuttled down his arm (also causing tightness to pass across his bonded’s face). For one moment longer the ex-Herder smiled down on the firelizards—one Blue, one Green—as Sigard greeted the ever-growing addition to Taavi’s life. ”He wouldn’t stab you, he’s far too vain a creature—I’m sure he would be flattered. Besides, he’s like a shipfish.”
Those words of promise, and challenge, caused him to lay a lovely grin out on his wounded friend. ”I always win, you’ll find that out very soon—even when it seems I’ve lost, if you take a moment to tabulate you’ll find I’ve won. S’alright though, I know it can be hard to see past the clumsy luckless man you see before you. Never fear, Taavi dear, there will always be another—and I shall win it.”
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Post by ferret on Aug 13, 2011 20:25:56 GMT -5
Again, there was a decidedly suspicious edge in Taavi’s eyes. The whole world was very fuzzy right now, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t mentioned drugs at all, and the sudden mention of them made him wonder… but he quickly got distracted by Cassia, who was being just too sharding adorable to ignore for very long. “Yeah, well… if he stabs me in the stungs, it will be your fault. Stungs. That’s like lungs, only they hurt more when they’re stabbed, Sebol. I’m full of easily stabbable organs like that. And… uhh… sti…cker? That’s like a liver, only not.”
Ok, now even Taavetti himself had to recognize that this conversation took a turn for the strange somewhere along the line, although he would have been hard-pressed to say exactly where that place had been.
Patiently, Taavi waited for Sebol to complete the metaphor. When he didn’t, the Baker felt pressed to say, “What? Like a shipfish he blows water out of his hole? He squeaks occasionally? Come on, Seb, don’t drop a metaphor like that and then run! Don’t go spilling allegory all over your shirt either.” Hm. Speaking of spilling things… when the coughs came back, Taavi hurriedly drank the water, trying to keep things as under control as possible. His rubs still ached a little whenever he so much as breathed, but it could have been worse. Shards, it had been worse before the fellis.
His bark of laughter certainly stung his ribs, but he ignored it. “That’s what you think. I’m just letting you think that for now. But my war will continue. Especially my war against the wherries. I don’t trust their fowl cackles, Sebol. Never trust a wherry.”
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Post by Ruin on Aug 13, 2011 20:35:58 GMT -5
”I know you are, but the man has been at the Weyr for a few moons short of a turn and the only person he’s managed to stab—twice mind you—is me. So you’re quite safe, I assure you.” His blood-brother had given no indication that he found being pretty a slight against his person, in fact he’d actually liked it, he’d just assumed the wrong thing about all of it. Hopefully once the drug wore of he’d have quite forgotten the experience and would not in fact be under the impression that Sebolaren loved him and found him—of all things—pretty. Troublesome was more like it.
”Ah, well, you see. I was attempting to dissuade Edison from leveling Daymar’s face one day and attempted to distract him by asking if he was a shipfish—by that I mean indiscriminate, because you know shipfish will have sex with each other for the fun of it, males and females. They don’t form any lasting bonds. Free sex for everyone.” It probably would have been funny to him; explaining this for the second time, but the fire still weighed heavily in his heart, and only the faintest smile crossed his face in the speaking of the description. Shipfish indeed.
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Post by ferret on Aug 13, 2011 20:58:13 GMT -5
“Xiro’el is a few moons short of a turn,” Taavi muttered, although he wasn’t quite certain if it was an insult or not. It was true anyway; the ex-trader was paranoid as a Red around her eggs if he couldn’t even trust a friend with a blindfold. Or maybe it was the baker who was just too sharding trusting. Either way, he lost interest in the topic as sex was abruptly pulled up. Normally, he would have jumped on that topic like a wher on a piece of meat, but today was different.
“Daymar? What, what did he do?” Taavi had only just met the poor lad at the party but he seemed pretty inoffensive. Then again, Edison was the man with the entirely unwarranted hatred of Felines. He probably didn’t need a reason, but rather an excuse. Ah well, everyone had their faults… speaking of faults, Taavi was, once again, wondering just what Sebolaren suspected here; why was he bringing up the specific fact that shipfish had indiscriminate sex? Was he trying to bring the topic back to the fact that Taavi called Xiro ‘pretty’, because that still meant nothing at all, shaffit.
“No, no. See, shipfish have fins. Edison doesn’t have fins. See, that’s how you can tell the difference. And if you’re going to talk about free sex for everyone, that’s pretty much what Weyrlife is supposed to be like, isn’t it?” He paused for a moment, just to tabulate a few things. “Well, from what I always heard,” he added on with a bit of a shrug. Not that it really mattered right now. “Is everyone else ok?”
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Post by Ruin on Aug 13, 2011 21:13:43 GMT -5
Half laughing, half coughing, he had caught the quick quip from the Baker and it amused him, but he sobered up quickly enough under serious questions. ”Daymar is a bit of a frightened feline, and threw a mug at Puff the Pink firelizard—Edison’s—which ended up hitting Xiro’el in the face. He’s actually attacked Xiro with quite a few mugs, but you get used to it.” Finding that he was parched himself, he flicked Sigard into the air casually earning a soft chirp in return—unfortunately the creature was too small to pour him a mug of something and bring it to him, but he did bring the cup. Into this Sebol poured more of the chilled pitcher’s contents and then brought it to his lips to ease some of the ache in his throat.
”I suppose that is enough of a difference, isn’t it? If by ‘okay’ you mean ‘alive’ well; there are some dead. Candidate Pen is one of them. Four Dragonriders, one of the children for certain, many of the Kitchenfolk including the head cook. Some of the bodies are beyond recognition, but numbers will tell once things calm down.” They were sorry words, but they needed to be said, and it was better they were spoken by a friend than someone using the cold authority of a death tally.
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Post by ferret on Aug 13, 2011 21:39:17 GMT -5
Oh, Puff! Yeah, Taavi had personal experience with Puff and Edison’s overprotective nature of his prized firelizard. But if Daymar got away with throwing mugs at Xiro, then surely he’d allow Taavi to get away with an ill-advised compliment? Yeah, that sounded about right, at least in the Candidate’s slightly drug-addled mind. At least this reassured him enough to stop blabbering about he was going to get stabbed in his stabbable organs, especially the stungs.
Once Sebol was done with the pitcher, Taavi took it and poured himself another glass of water. Suddenly, he was feeling extremely thirsty. Plus, the cool water made him feel just a bit more alert, which he clearly needed to be if he was going to plan a great escape. With or without Sebol’s help. It would be a grand adventure, full of slinking around and sneaking and…
And…
Sebol’s words deflated Taavi, who needed to sit back a little in order to take in the news. Like most Pernese, he was no stranger to loss, but this was somehow different. ‘Loss’ before had been some vague term, something he attached to people he didn’t really know. ‘Oh, Liira down the street lost her aunt last week…’ or something like that. But this was very different; he actually worked alongside those people, had talked and joked to them. Shards. He was lucky to be alive at all. He had been walking right by when that explosion happened and his skin still bore the marks of the shrapnel. “I… actually meant Xir and the others,” he clarified, trying to regain some of his bluster back.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 13, 2011 22:32:32 GMT -5
Sebol chose to handle Taavi’s obvious difficulty with the scope of the loss by simply forging ahead; the deaths had struck everyone, not a one person would be free of it, so this reaction was expected. It was better to discuss and talk rather than avoid. ”Xiro'el is fine. I’ll be looking for him after this. Khemres and Khesk are fine—as they gave me word about stupid heroism and prettiness. Who else were you interested in by name? Adaline, Osine, and Ridley were some of the other Candidates wounded. I’m sure I could get a more complete list from one of the healers concerning your current roommates”
He did turn his head to seek out a healer, but was certain Taavi wasn’t ready for a compiled list just yet; shards the man had only wanted to chase the opportunity of a dragon, not get himself half destroyed in the process. It wasn’t such a shock for Sebol where so much ill luck seemed to befall not only him but the Weyr, however Taavi didn’t seem a man down on his luck—or jaded. ”It could have been a lot worse, but some of those wounded will be recovering for quite a while. Some may never.”
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Post by ferret on Aug 13, 2011 22:57:21 GMT -5
Right, right. This wasn’t a good time to go wallow around in self-sadness or mourn for those who had been lost. It was time to just… move ahead. Remember the losses, of course, but always move ahead. Still, the losses shook Taavi a little, especially in his slightly addled state. “Ridley, yeah. I know him. Small kid, wears glasses. He helped out with Comfortopia. Tried to drag chairs all on his own.” Who else had been there? He closed his eyes and swept a hand through his hair once more, lightly finger-combing it as he tried to figure this out. “Traepsie. Seemed like a sweet girl… what about Saia and Reylia? Have you heard anything about them? And Edison?”
Shaffit, now Taavi was getting a bit distressed. Logically, he knew that the oven hadn’t been his fault; he’d been complaining about that sharding thing ever since he arrived at the Weyr, but he should have done something more than just complain about it. How many days, now, had he been working next to the sharding thing? Almost an entire season! The Candidate shifted uneasily and avoided eye contact, trying to find anything else to look at besides the Healers or Sebol.
Yeah… the Baker had practically come off lucky in the explosion, he realized. There were a lot of people out there who wouldn’t be Standing at the next clutch or even just plain old standing. “Mind getting me some hide and a quill? And some… writing… stuff… you know, like water only darker?” he asked, waggling his fingers in the air.
Cassia’s head snapped up at the sight of the wriggling fingers. Ohh, playtime? Yes? She loved playtime! “Clrk?” she clicked curiously at Sigard, wondering if he wanted to play too. This seemed like a perfect game for Tackle the Hand!
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Post by Ruin on Aug 13, 2011 23:28:06 GMT -5
”Yes,” came the dry retort; Sebolaren remembered this so-called ‘comfortopia’; what he really remembered was seeing all apparent signs of it and turning tail back to the stables for a good night’s rest that wouldn’t be punctuated by his ruining Taavi’s fun by sending for K’var. To each their own. ”Saia pulled some folks from the fire, the girl is a dragon; give her a flamethrower or firestone and she’ll take care of thread all by herself. Edison slept his way through it in the wherhold, and Daymar—though you didn’t directly ask—missed it and is now completely crazy assuming there was a plot.”
Pausing to come up for air he lifted a finger and tapped the boy on the shoulder to regain his attention. ”Though all the rumors of bucket stealing aside, the one thing that is known—from metal shrapnel dug out of your body and from the wreckage of the Dining Hall—is that there was a flamethrower left carelessly on the table. That is what exploded. Otherwise the fire could have been handled easily, but the liquid stuck to everything in flames and—“ Trailing off he gave a delicate shrug. There had been one dangerous moment, alone with Delilah, where he allowed himself to feel the brutality of the day, but now he was coping as he did—by taking care of others.
Hide and quill, he could do that. Tapping Sigard on the head to regain his attention from the Green, who was wandering off of Sebol’s lap to maul her bonded, the ex-Herder gave the Blue precise instructions and then gave him a toss into the free-air between their heads and the infirmary ceiling. While he was gone Sebol instead watched the Baker with a quite consideration. The moments may have stretched for the boy—being that he was under scrutiny—but it felt like mere seconds before the firelizard was delivering one item after another in quick succession. Hide, quill, inkwell. ”Daymar teaches me scrollwork, and G’dan drafting—plenty of supplies in my room.”
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Post by ferret on Aug 13, 2011 23:48:41 GMT -5
Well, that was good. Once news of this friends had been delivered, Taavi felt able to relax. Presumably, Xir was ok; even though he wasn’t quite sure what time it was or even how long it had been since he last ate, Tavai was certain that he would have remembered the Cyanrider being brought in. For one thing, Tigreath would have kicked up a fuss and even that would have been small compared to Xiro’el’s drama. Now that he thought about it… Taavi frowned a little, vague memories bobbing to the surface of his mind, like redfruit just floating in water. “I vaguely remember hearing Xir at some point, I think,” he said slowly, jerked back into the land of the living by Sebol’s taps.
Naaah. Probably just some sort of fevered fellis dream or something he decided with a shake of his head. “Guess it doesn’t really matter.” So long as everyone was fine, then it was fine. Er. Except for the people who were dead, of course, but sometimes you had to pick and choose who to protect. “The agenothree. Yeah, that explains some of the burns I’ve got,” he said, pulling up his sleeve to point out the odd splash-like burn patterns on them. “Gotta admit, ‘oh, these scars? I was just blown up by a flamethrower’ is a lot more interesting than ‘I burned myself while taking cookies out of the oven’.”
“Eeep!” Cassia was astonished-----absolutely astonished-----as Sigard suddenly vanished into thin air. Abruptly forgetting about her game of Tackle the Hand, she focused on Finding Sigard Before He Vanished forever. Apparently, her memory was improving slightly; she no longer thought that people and animals stopped existing just because she couldn’t see them, but rather accepted that they still existed, but only for a limited amount of time. And it was all up to her to save them and it was vitally important and ballballballball!
Taavi flicked the bell ball away with a jingle, sending Cassia after it with enthusiasm.
“Thanks, Seb. I should write home to tell them what’s happened,” he said, feeling like he owed the other Candidate some sort of explanation as he accepted the items. “Speaking of which, what baked good best says, ‘thanks for saving my ass from a fire’? The obvious answer is ‘hot cross buns’, but do I really want to be that predictable?” Welp! Introspective and guilt-filled Taavi was clearly over for now, although a bit of hardness around the man’s eyes and shoulders hinted that a lot of this was just a show.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 14, 2011 1:38:18 GMT -5
”You’ll be a catch for everyone in the Weyr, Taavi-dear. You flash those scars wherever you go—I promise—you survived the great fire of 200.” Of course he was joking, but only mildly—women did like scars, right? Besides, anything to keep him from feeling too horrible, and anything to help him as well. ”I’m sorry I left you behind, Taavi. I should have grabbed you up and forced you out with me. I didn’t realize I had outpaced you to the door when I was going to get water.” Somewhere, he knew the man wouldn’t exactly accept an apology for that, but it was something that Sebolaren still needed to say—if not for the Baker than for himself. He had been warned away from forcing his ‘stupid heroism’ onto other people, but for once he genuinely felt as if he’d made the wrong decision and could have saved the boy some pain.
The mention of writing home reminded Sebolaren that he did not have that option; more in point it reminded him that he no longer cared, because it hadn’t occurred to him until Taavi mentioned it. It was an interesting realization: He neither had the option, nor cared enough to recall his loss—he was healing, or at least moving on. Settling in. ”Khem has something of a sweet-tooth, not sure about Khesk but you could always stage a wild hunt of wherries for him to frolic into and destroy.”
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Post by ferret on Aug 14, 2011 1:58:48 GMT -5
“Only if they’re all shipfish, Seb,” Taavi shot back. Although, in retrospect, it didn’t really make any sense, did it? Oh well. Things didn’t have to make sense right now, as far as the doped-up Candidate was concerned. It was a little bit like being inside of a dream; things just didn’t seem quite so real right now. On some level, he knew he was sitting here, talking to his friend, but, at the same time, it felt so very far away. Maybe if he went to sleep, none of this would have happened and no one would be dead.
“Hm? Shards, you ass. You’re lucky that I’m too lazy to sit up and smack you. It’s not your fault. Unless you’re the one who set the stove on fire and then let it spread to the dining room, none of this is your fault. And it’s definitely not your fault that I couldn’t keep up. Things happen.” Well, shards, of course Taavi didn’t forgive Sebol for leaving him behind. That was because he didn’t see anything that needed forgiving.
Alright, so something sweet for the handler and something… what? Raw and bloody for the wher, by the sound of it. Taavi wasn’t much of a butcher, but he was pretty sure he could finagle something for the bronze wher to keep him happy. Keeping a large and aggressive predator happy sounded like a very good idea in the long-run.
Another jingle told Taavi that Cassia had returned with the ball, proudly displaying it. Look! Look at what she did! She found it all by herself! Wasn’t that just amazing? “Trlll!” she trilled around the mouthful before crawling up back onto the bed once more, as happy as any firelizard could be.
“Any ideas on how to get a flock of wherries? You know I don’t like them to begin with.” Shaffit, but this was starting to sound expensive. Taavi didn’t like expensive, not one bit…
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Post by Ruin on Aug 14, 2011 2:05:38 GMT -5
With a smile he accepted his forgiveness—or rather as much of a shake to his senses as the lad could give while down for the count. ”Fine then, I won’t allow myself to be eaten alive by guilt for your exploded state—next time, however, don’t be surprised when I pick you up and carry you with me. Just to be safe. You know. Need to protect you in case you find someone pretty.” Cruel, but entertaining, there was certainly something about that story which set the Baker to squirming, and they all needed amused and distracted by things other than the fire.
Sigard was amazed with how stupid the Green was. Really, she was stupid, but regardless of her stupidity he adored her—in his own way. He wouldn’t fly her, ball of light forbid he clutched stupid children, but at least she was entertaining what with her pink fuzzy ball and need-to-please attitude. Perhaps he could coerce her into fun time with Avsiran; that might make her less stupid. Snorting, the Blue doubted it, and regained his perch on Sebol’s shoulder to watch Cassia intently.
”Bunches here, I more meant you should gather some up live and set them loose like a game where he can catch them. He seemed to need a bit of loosening up.” Probably like other people that Sebolaren would never admit was him—nope; no fun here.
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Post by ferret on Aug 14, 2011 2:25:27 GMT -5
“And thus your reputation for doing stupidly heroic deeds continues,” Taavi said, his voice so laden with sarcasm that it was a miracle that it didn’t leave little acrid spots all over the blankets. At the mention of ‘someone pretty’, the Baker blanched. Despite his earlier words, now he did sit up to gently smack Sebol on the back of the head, just enough to let him know that certain things were definitely Not To Be Spoken Of. Just like that, in all caps too. Of course, a moment after he did this, he realized that Sebol hadn’t really specified who the ‘pretty person’ would be.
But the point still stood. For once, Taavi didn’t want to talk about sex, pretty girls, or anything like that. It was practically a calendar event. Soon enough, the Candidate was sitting back against his pillows and flicking the little jingle-ball away once more. “Alright, sure. Going wherry-hunting sounds like a great idea. Tell you what, once I get out of here, we’ll grab Xir and whoever else feels like tagging along and go wherry hunting, the whole lot of us.”
In fact, that sounded like quite an adventure! Some of the old spark and fire returned to the Candidate’s eyes now. Ha! As though Taavetti would let something like being exploded keep him down! Personally, he thought that ‘once I get out’ was a fine touch too; just ambiguous enough that Sebolaren might think he wouldn’t break out of the Infirmary at the earliest opportunity. He offered the other boy his most charming and innocent smile, which almost certainly meant he was planning something devious.
Cassia, gleefully and completely oblivious to Sigard’s thoughts, cheeped at him to join her in a rousing game of Chase the Ball. It was really, really fun! Sometimes, the ball went really, really far and sometimes it did not! But it always sang so prettily, and just for her! Wasn’t that lovely?!
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Post by Ruin on Aug 14, 2011 2:42:19 GMT -5
His smile was bright, unrepentant, and probably wouldn’t have been either if there hadn’t been a privacy screen shielding him from view—nothing like laughing around people in too much pain to see any sort of silver lining. Not something Sebol wanted to rub the wrong way; of course that smile was wiped away by the gentle—but serious—smack to the back of his head. He’d never actually been smacked before—it was rather…feminine…but even the women hadn’t slapped him. Curious. Of course he wasn’t angry, just surprised, and interested—why oh why did Taavi hate the pretty comment so much? It would probably be a mystery for the time being as the boy was diving off into conversation again, and Sebol followed willingly.
”Sounds like a plan, I’m sure Xiro would love to lead an expedition onto the Island. Maybe it’ll even be snowing; some of these folks haven’t seen what real snow can look like on the Northern Continent—which Xiro and I have both experienced. Plus, hunting, and friends.” Hopefully nothing more than that, though Sebol doubted it—Xiro meant trouble, and so did Taavi if their original meeting had shown him anything. Couldn’t trust those two to co-mingle without disaster. Sigard, for his part, was quite content to not join in on the game, and he was fairly certain that Cassia wouldn’t notice. She’d probably forget she’d even offered once her two-legger tossed the pinkball away again. Silly females.
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Post by ferret on Aug 14, 2011 2:55:14 GMT -5
Ok… so… sitting up abruptly had definitely been a huge sharding mistake, Taavi realized just a moment too late. Apparently his ribs operated a little bit like Cassia logic; unless they hurt or did something all the time, they were worried that Taavi would forget about them and they would stop existing. Well, they were certainly reminding him of their existence now. Their oh-so-pain filled existence. Still, he kept up a smile, refusing to let Sebol know what was going on. It was better for him not to know anyway. Besides, he’d probably go off on an, ‘ohh, no, you need to rest!’ or some nonsense like that.
That was the problem with Healers, Taavi decided. They didn’t seem to understand that, every moment that the Candidate lay there in bed was a moment that he lay in bed. And that was a moment that he wasn’t doing anything else.
Planning an expedition to the island sounded far more interesting than sleep, especially now. “Has it already started snowing?” Taavi asked wistfully, with a glance towards the door that was very reminiscent of the way a runnerbeast looked towards an open pasture; he didn’t want to be all cooped up. He wanted to run, to be free.
Sad as it was, Sigard’s guess was completely and utterly correct. As soon as the ball was flicked away again, Cassia forgot all about her determination to include the big!blue in her game and gamboled off after the jingle.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 14, 2011 3:02:18 GMT -5
”No, not yet; probably still a little ways off as well, but I look forward to it—I miss the snow. You, I’m sure, simply miss the outside. Won’t be getting yourself hurt for some time after this, will you.” Taavi better not, anyway, not with the Hatching in the next few moons and other sorts of things, like Threadfall, and hunts, and all things that were good and right with the world—as few as those things existed. Or at least existed in the manner with which they were intended free of shanking and maulings.
Sigard was pleased to find he had been correct about the silly female—she really was silly. He was entertained by her antics, but he wasn’t entirely ready to give in to them. Still; somewhere in the back of his Blue mind, he was considering how to involve her in something he wanted to do. Which was more to say that it was something Avsiran would need to plan; his darker brother was the firelizard of plots. He was simply the firelizard of logic.
”How is Cassia working out for you anyway, haven’t had much time to interact with her; what with the craziness of the party, and then the fire.” Hopefully the Green wasn’t too much of a handful, he’d feel badly.
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Post by ferret on Aug 14, 2011 3:13:34 GMT -5
“Shards, yes!” Taavi replied with enough force that it just made his ribs hurt again. With an uneasy wriggle, he forced himself to keep his voice low. It was an unnatural situation for a guy who had no indoor voice. With a sigh, he brushed his hair from his eyes once more. Although some of it had gotten seared by the heat, he hadn’t found the time to get a proper haircut yet. “I just miss doing things. I don’t even like sitting still for extended periods of time, you know that. Being in here makes me feel useless.” Oh, joy! Apparently it was ‘treat Sebol like a mindhealer day’ and no ne had even told the Candidate. Lucky boy got a surprise. Taavi clamped his teeth shut before he could say anything else; it wasn’t like it was really important anyway. More importantly, there was nothing that could be done.
Ribs took time to heal and, sadly, there really wasn’t anything that could make the process go faster. It just took time and there was no speeding that up. “No, I’ve learned my lesson. No more getting myself hurt unless it’s completely unavoidable. I need to get healthy in time for a good mauling on the Sands, don’t I?” Yeah, alright. So the Baker was more than a little uneasy about the idea of going out onto the Sands with large and frightened predators, but the Healers reassured him that he would be healed up in time for that.
“Cassia? Aww, she’s great,” he said, all wide smiles and delight at the little green. “I used to think she was broken when she was first hatched. Just… ok, watch this. Cassi! Cassia! Look over here!” he wiggled his fingers at her, calling the firelizard’s attention to him.
“Eeeee!” the hatchling squeaked in pleasure and skittered closer, her mouth full of fluff. Bright blue eyes focused on Taavi, all interest and excitement. What game did he want to play?
Taavi lifted his hands over his face and hid.
This simple gesture had an immediate effect on the flit. “EEEEE!” now her squeak had a definite shrill element to it as she desperately tried to find her Taavi before he disappeared forever. Just where was he? Where was that silly boy? “Prff?” she asked, poking her head under the blankets in an attempt to find him. Maybe he was over here then? Ignoring Sebol, she climbed right over him and looked pleasantly surprised to see Sigard there. Oh, hello, big!blue! She hadn’t seen him there! But wait! There was no time for pleasantries. Her Taavi was missing! Yellow started to overtake the usual blue and green swirls in her eyes.
“Cassi…” Taavi let his hands fall once more.
“Eee!” There he was! There was her Taavi! Oh, she was so worried! Once again, her eyes returned to their usual deep blue.
“See what I mean? But, the thing is, she’s not broken at all. Sure, she’s dumber than a bag of hammers, but… I think she’s perfect anyway,” the Candidate said, tentatively sitting up just long enough to pluck Cassia from Sebol’s shoulder.
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Post by Ruin on Aug 14, 2011 3:27:46 GMT -5
”Never useless,” he hadn’t missed that word, nor it’s context. ”There are plenty of Weyrfolk laid up here inside the infirmary, Dragonriders, Candidates, a Master Harper—none of you are useless.” Perhaps Q’sis had wandered in and paid the Candidate a visit; that would be fitting considering the Tanrider’s treatment of G’dan. In the very least Taavi had been legitimately wounded in an event that was outside his control; whereas G’dan had caused his own injuries—even the overbearing Weyrling could see that. Should see that, at any rate. ”You’ll be back on your feet and Baking before you know it, or hunting with Khem and Khesk.”
It was certain, in his mind, but he didn’t press it further; instead he chose to watch as Taavi showed the ex-Herder exactly how Cassia was the best firelizard in the Weyr. The best, and the stupidest. Without even realizing it, Sebolaren echoed Sigard’s previous thoughts as he watched—and felt—the Green flit crawling all over attempting to find her bonded; shards but it was adorable. If silly. Poor dear would probably worry herself to death if Taavi did manage to kill himself off. ”I see now why you’ve decided I should care for her in your stead—it’s like a curse but so much better because she’s too adorable to abandon. Like a perpetual child. Mouthy too.”
Sigard was not impressed, but when was he ever?
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Post by ferret on Aug 14, 2011 4:01:53 GMT -5
“Right now, I might as well as be,” Taavi whined, but not very vehemently. Low self-esteem didn’t suit the confident Baker very well, and it was quite unsettling to suddenly be saddled with it. Value? What was that supposed to be anyway? No one really knew anyway; all Taavi had to do was convince others that he had it and bingo. It was there! But…
It was just a little bit more difficult to do that when he couldn’t do much of anything beyond whine, drink more fellis-laced wine, and fall back into painless oblivion once more. In fact, he was definitely approaching that point, but determined not to show it in front of his friend. Once Sebol realized, the herdcrafter would leave and then what? Taavi would be alone in the Infirmary. Well, except for the other patients and healers, but they didn’t really count. They weren’t exactly the sorts to stop for a chat.
But that wasn’t something to worry about now, the Candidate decided as he scratched Cassia’s head and made the usual stupid kissy noises. If he felt like a fool, he sure didn’t show it. “Yeah, I hope so. I want to be back to actually doing something instead of sleeping away the days. Plus, I’m certain that I’m missing some sort of vital Candidate lesson here. Like How to Avoid Being Mauled by a Hungry Dragonet 101.”
“Eeeep?” Cassia wasn’t certain what was going on, but that was ok. It was, more or less, her usual frame of mind. She had her Taavi and her ball. What else did she need in the world?
“Yeah. I doubt she’ll actually be able to carry any of my letters home. Shards, I’m a little worried to even give it a try.” But that was ok. There were always other ways to make things work. It just took a creative mind.
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