Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman
booct[M:-425]
Shirath: THOSE aren't spirit fingers... THESE ARE SPIRIT FINGERS!!!
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Post by Boo on Aug 25, 2011 0:27:33 GMT -5
All things considered it was actually rather sad that Fel found herself rather adept to wandering around on one leg. Lucky it was the same leg she had broken those few turns before. Dhanuth was still in their room but would no doubt join her in the Weyrbowl shortly. She had just gone for a check up in the infirmary and was now heading out to take something of a walk. Well, it was more to just get some strength back into her leg after having spent quite some time off it. Her whole leg had been practically shredded and she had stitches all over it. Well at least she’d have some great scars to show off…
Hobbling out into the Weyrbowl Fel looked about for her black dragon and eventually spotted Dhanuth lying in the snow, watching some of the younger Weyrbrats running past. He turned his eyes back to Fel and raised his head as she made her slow way over to him through the snow. It was certainly rather tough to drag her leg but she was getting there. Do you want help? No. I need to get my leg working again.
A soft chittering made her aware of the three firelizards flying over to her. The stranger calls of Megatron making her smile ever so slightly. Moss crooned happily and landed on her shoulder whilst Coral performed a showy display of tricks. It took only a moment of walking before Fel was aware of the pain again. She readjusted her crutches and started on her way again.
A particularly slippery patch of snow caused Fel’s good leg to slip out from under her and soon she was on the ground. Dhanuth had keened softly and started his way over to her, concern flowing through their bond whilst the two pinks and green were flitting about above her, flying in tight circles around her head. FelMine! Are you all right? I… I think so…
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Ruin
Wingrider
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We build the worlds we wouldn't mind living in
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Post by Ruin on Aug 27, 2011 23:03:25 GMT -5
Before leaving the Dining Hall he checked his satchel carefully, and the sack within that had been carefully prepared by the kitchenfolk. Everything was there, even a taut skin of win—Benden by the smell—and none of it was for him. Which he didn’t mind in the least. Over the past few sevenday he’d spent every night in the Stands for at least an hour, occasionally he had even stolen time during the day, sometimes he’d stolen more than just an hour, and his attentions had not gone unnoticed by the Weyrwoman whose Queen guarded her eggs. Sebolaren wasn’t certain if he could be in trouble for spending time there, but Rayna had promised not to chase him off if he agreed to bring her food and drink when he had the chance—a pact which he made willingly.
Hadn’t Delilah told him that he’d be as bad a brooder himself if his dragon lay on the Sands around a clutch? In that way, at least, he could find an empathetic connection with the young woman and Couineth’s first clutch. It had to be incredibly stressful, but joyous. Striding out into the harsh winter chill did nothing to dampen his mood, in face he reveled in the cold. Tucking his rust-brown and cream scarf around his ears and neck, and following that by folding up the worn wherhide collar (reminding himself that he’d be purchasing better at the Gather), he strode out into the Rukbatlight and the ankle-high snow, with a sense of purpose. Direction. Footfalls crunching as he went.
That all changed, however, when he caught sight of the young girl wallowing uncomfortably through the slushy mess on a bad leg, and he hurried to her without fail when she slipped and went down. Sigard detached himself from his bonded’s shoulder and winged over to the nervous trio of firelizards that circled the girl, his warbles were a calming baritone as he landed in the snow beside the crumpled form even as Sebol drew alongside her, offering her one strong arm and a bright smile. ”There now, let’s get you back on your feet.”
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Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman
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Post by Boo on Aug 29, 2011 7:29:04 GMT -5
Fel was rather embarrassed not to mention cold and wet. That was more her problem at the moment. The pain was practically numb due to the cold anyway. She could feel her face redden more when she noticed the blue firelizard to land before her. He was calming she supposed… It was then that she noticed the male before her. She now knew how a firelizard must feel looking at a dragon. This man was huge! As big as a hatchling Gold no doubt and they were pretty big. Any thought she had of stubbornly refusing help was pushed from her mind by the height of the man before her.
So fascinated was she by his size that she took a moment to realise he was offering her an arm. Taking hold, she put her weight on the arm and slowly got herself back onto her feet. It took some time to pull her feet underneath her again but at least she wasn’t lying in the snow anymore. Dhanuth would have helped her eventually. She opened her mouth to say something scathing but decided against it. “Uh… Thanks. I slipped.” She finished lamely,
Dhanuth had come up behind the man and now stood there watching with something of an edge. He did not begrudge the male for helping His but he also did not want to look like a neglectful dragon. Well, he supposed he should thank the candidate. He seemed a good sort after all. Normally he bespoke only a few people but this was a different circumstance entirely.
Thank you. FelMine was having some trouble. She was injured in the fire.
Now Dhanuth, not being a silly dragon, surveyed and observed the man before him. This one was strong to be sure and also familiar. Sebolaran. The black had seen the giant with the boy bonded to his sister Tigreath, His’ brother. Well, at least the relationship between FelHis and Tigreath’s was somewhat repaired since the injury…
“It was the explosion actually…” Fel corrected quietly.
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