Dizzy
Ordered Chaos
Black Between... All is Naught... Save for fragile Dragonwing
Lead, Follow, or get the Fall outta the Way.
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Post by Dizzy on May 26, 2006 0:15:01 GMT -5
“It’s Lord R’lan now is it?” R’lan put his hands over hers, “Don’t apologize, I didn’t mind. ” The man leaned back against her. He wanted something clever to say, but he was tired or at least he could blame his lack of witticism on that. It had been sometime since he had come that close to death, it had him thinking. “Are you going to the healer or do I carry you?”
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Post by Memorie on May 26, 2006 0:27:42 GMT -5
He leaned back against her. It was a comfortable weight. "I'd really rather take care of you, R'lan," she said, dropping the title. It didn't seem like he'd liked her usage of it. "I mean, this is just a couple little scratches, but you could have really done yourself some mischeif, if it's not to bold to say." She leaned forward a little, locking her hands under his on his chest, and enjoying the closeness of his company. He really was a decent fellow, though good at trickery and manipulation he was.
But she was too. She grinned. "Maybe I'll go to the healer if you do. Maybe."
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Dizzy
Ordered Chaos
Black Between... All is Naught... Save for fragile Dragonwing
Lead, Follow, or get the Fall outta the Way.
Posts: 928
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Post by Dizzy on May 26, 2006 0:44:23 GMT -5
The brown rider took her left hand and pulled it forward, bringing it to his lips he kissed her thumb softly before turning her hand over and letting his mouth rest on her pulse. “As much as I like hearing it, I am fine darlin’. Just fine.” He liked the smell of her, even after a day of combing the Lateo beaches she still had a smell of sweetsands, sandalwood, and fresh salt air… and something that was indescribably Shereae. “You’ll go to the healer and that’s final. Either that or you‘ll let me look at them, I think I have redwort. I know I have numbweed.” R’lan couldn’t go to the Healer, if he did E’mion would find out about his equipment failure and he would get one fall of a chewing and worse. It was a mistake weyrlings made, not a seasoned rider. “I can’t go to the healer Shereae.”
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Post by Memorie on May 26, 2006 0:53:49 GMT -5
"Fine, you get to look at them. If you're not going, I'm not either. And why can't you go?" she asked, not in the tone of someone debating a point, but more of a tone of curiosity. He had kissed her thumb...and now his mouth still rested on his hand...did that mean he liked her? Because her emotions for him had overfilled, now, with her down in his ear like some common girl.
She pursed her lips. "You are not 'just fine, darlin'," She muttered to herself, though she was no doubt close enough for him to hear. "There's no way you crush your ribcage on a dragon ridge and are just fine."
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Dizzy
Ordered Chaos
Black Between... All is Naught... Save for fragile Dragonwing
Lead, Follow, or get the Fall outta the Way.
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Post by Dizzy on May 26, 2006 1:07:00 GMT -5
“E’mion. If I go to the healer, he will know. Helios doesn’t make mistakes like I made today and get by with it.” He let her hand go and turned, “I have done worse, woman, than burse some ribs. The only thing the healer can do is put numbweed on it. At least he could give you proper stitches if need be.” R’lan picked up his glass of wine and drained it. “Lets go.” Picking up the wine skin he placed it over his shoulder and grabbed up his gauntlets and riding jacket.
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Post by Memorie on May 26, 2006 1:22:10 GMT -5
"Hold on, let me grab Nyl," she said, putting emphasis on the name. She placed the tiny, sleeping firelizard back in her sidebag and followed R'lan obediantly. "Why is Lord E'mion so harsh on you? You were just practicing," she said, with all the innocence of a young woman who'd never flown practice in her life. "And I don't need any stitches, really I don't," she told him. She didn't want him to worry.
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Dizzy
Ordered Chaos
Black Between... All is Naught... Save for fragile Dragonwing
Lead, Follow, or get the Fall outta the Way.
Posts: 928
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Post by Dizzy on May 26, 2006 1:32:32 GMT -5
“Because when we fly pattern we put our lives in each others hands. There is no room for a mistake. People die when you make mistakes and one of these days it won‘t be just practice.” R’lan waited for her, slipping his hand over her shoulder when she caught up.
“If you insist on being alright I won’t say another word.” He walked beside her, leading her through the Hall’s doors. Instead though of turning toward the infirmary he went toward the Helios weyrs.
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Post by Memorie on May 26, 2006 1:39:48 GMT -5
"Oh." She fell silent, not really sure of what to say to that. His arm around her was a reassuring force, and though he guided them to where she knew Helios weyrs were, she did not put up a rejection or fight. What harm could come from a little sitting in his room? Briefly, she wondered if he was planning on getting something from her. But she had her strong beliefs, and her morals would not be compromised. She would prove it. Nyl chirruped from the side bag. Shereae smiled, reassured by the firelizard's love and affection for her. They might not be as intelligent as their larger components, but they were every bit as kind and cheerful, it seemed. Ah, and this was her gold.
The whole thing was still very surreal to Shereae, and the cuts and scrapes she had sustained on her face, head, shoulders, and lower back didn't even sting yet, though she knew they ought to, and soon. Maybe the redwort would prevent it. She hoped she'd been telling the truth when she said she didn't need stitches.
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