Post by Memorie on Feb 10, 2006 14:44:03 GMT -5
H'mei stifflegged into the Weyrhall, willing his legs to carry him. Keep this up, he thought bitterly, and J'ren won't let you fly Thread when it comes. You'll be stuck here with the candidates you tutor. Longing for the pain to subside, he glanced around, and upon spotting the Headwoman, ambled in her direction, wielding his blue goblet made especially for him by order. He had known older riders that had grown addicted to the homeopathic remedy's healing, and though he did not wish to follow in their example, something had to ease his pain. He was a bit fearful of growing an addiction of his own, as he has seen riders drink fellis to their deaths.
I'll keep you safe, Sarith told him. H'mei smiled, and the blue's warm assurances flowed over him. H'mei knew the dragon shared in his pain with him, and that reassured him as well. The two had been best of friends for turns upon turns now, and H'mei knew the dragon was telling the truth as he knew it.
I know you will, old friend, he said back. They were both getting old and tired, H'mei entering his fiftieth turn soon and his dragon coming up on thirty-six. He came up to the Headwoman, and brandished his goblet. "Fellis-wine, Headwoman. It would seem that the current rainy weather is affecting my knees more than we thought," he told her, gesturing to the wineskin she had slung over her shoulder. The cooks had a tendency to take a swig to relieve stress, and the woman thought to prevent this.
The Headwoman turned a thoughtful, almost critical eye upon the Candidate Master. "Maybe yeh oughrt ter go see ther Weyrhealer again, H'mei," she said. Her carefully chosen words irritated H'mei.
"Woman, fill my glass and say no more. I know the proper warnings of fellis overuse, and I have dealt with it. I do not have a pain management problem, I have a pain problem. If you don't give me the wine, I shall steal it from you later," he said indignantly. Outside, Sarith rumbled loudly at his rider's displeasure. The Headwoman filled the cup almost to overrun, and stalked off. H'mei shook his head in true old man fashion, and walked slowly over to the BloodChar Wing table. "That woman has some mouth on her," he muttered, taking his ranking seat and gesturing a drudge over to bring him a bowl of the midday stew.
I'll keep you safe, Sarith told him. H'mei smiled, and the blue's warm assurances flowed over him. H'mei knew the dragon shared in his pain with him, and that reassured him as well. The two had been best of friends for turns upon turns now, and H'mei knew the dragon was telling the truth as he knew it.
I know you will, old friend, he said back. They were both getting old and tired, H'mei entering his fiftieth turn soon and his dragon coming up on thirty-six. He came up to the Headwoman, and brandished his goblet. "Fellis-wine, Headwoman. It would seem that the current rainy weather is affecting my knees more than we thought," he told her, gesturing to the wineskin she had slung over her shoulder. The cooks had a tendency to take a swig to relieve stress, and the woman thought to prevent this.
The Headwoman turned a thoughtful, almost critical eye upon the Candidate Master. "Maybe yeh oughrt ter go see ther Weyrhealer again, H'mei," she said. Her carefully chosen words irritated H'mei.
"Woman, fill my glass and say no more. I know the proper warnings of fellis overuse, and I have dealt with it. I do not have a pain management problem, I have a pain problem. If you don't give me the wine, I shall steal it from you later," he said indignantly. Outside, Sarith rumbled loudly at his rider's displeasure. The Headwoman filled the cup almost to overrun, and stalked off. H'mei shook his head in true old man fashion, and walked slowly over to the BloodChar Wing table. "That woman has some mouth on her," he muttered, taking his ranking seat and gesturing a drudge over to bring him a bowl of the midday stew.