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Post by hrsegrl245 on Jun 27, 2007 11:56:03 GMT -5
Z'rion, though having no idea what was going on, knew that he had no control over this situation. When Merda told him to, he let go of Amoare. He didn't much enjoy being called a dimglow, for he was anything but stupid. He had no knowledge of healing, it was true and he knew nothing of losing a dragon. The girl immediately calmed down some, it seemed to him, before passing out. He looked from one person to another. Why couldn't they just take the girl Between?
If anything were to happen to Viderieth, he'd much rather suicide. Being from a Hold, it was hard to admit that. People at the Weyr generally viewed suicide as more acceptable than the rest of Pern. He looked down at Amoare once more. He felt pity, something he had not felt before. It was enough to make him rethink some things about his life. For the first time in a long while, there was no smile behind his brown eyes.
He picked the girl up and caried her to the bed as he thought was apropriate for her. "Is anything else needed here?" Z'rion was trying to be of help but it seemed a man with limited Healing knowledge would be of little to no help here.
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Post by Memorie on Jul 6, 2007 12:04:00 GMT -5
"No, I don't believe so, Z'rion. Thank you for your help. If you want to follow me, I do believe we'd better take her to my weyr." The unspoken words insinuated that Amoare's own weyr might not be the best idea for the girl at that time. She turned to guide the boy, even though all the riders knew the way to the weyrleaders' quarters. Merda had not missed the absence of humor and light in Z'rion's gaze, and her stomach twisted in knots. It was never pleasant when a rider realized that another's fate could have been his own, and especially when one lost a dragon. She was determined to get through this day though, and with all the riders she could bring with her, so she patted the boy's shoulder. More of a man now, I think, she thought, privately. Aloud, "It's alright, Z'rion." She hoped those words would provide some comfort to the bronze-rider.
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Post by hrsegrl245 on Jul 6, 2007 21:17:58 GMT -5
The young man did as he was told. Merda was Weyrwoman and he would obey her judgement and orders. "Yes. I imagine it will be more quiet and comfortable there than here." He took the limp sleeping form of Amoare in his arms again. Z'rion, for all his lightness and play was a very strong man, both physically and emotionally. He had no trouble carrying the weight of things expected of him.
For now, he did need to deal with this. Even if he did lack a certain upbeatness that he usually had. Things needed to be learned in life or the loss of life would be a complete waste. He followed Merda without speaking. Not his chatty self at the moment. Viderieth was concerned but not so much to cause anyone else any distress. Though Merda insisted it was alright, Z'rion couldn't justify that, not while holding the now dragonless woman.
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Dizzy
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Post by Dizzy on Jul 8, 2007 17:40:49 GMT -5
Briac gathered up his few things and followed behind the Weyrwoman and Bronze rider. He wanted to monitor her breathing for awhile... only a dimglow would have given her that much fellis. It appeared that his Journeyman was correct in his suggestion... restraint would be the only safe alternitive, though it might have been kind if they had overdosed her.
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