Post by paryal on Dec 10, 2007 0:09:59 GMT -5
That gesture that was at once so innocent had at the same time a great deal of weight. Paryal hadn't meant to wipe Z'hin's hair from his eyes, but it had seemed the natural thing to do. But now it had created a silence that, while it was not awkward, certainly seemed to hold a degree of weight that didn't seem entirely comfortable. They weren't ready for that yet. You get the strange feelings again. You're too tired for that. You should go back to sleep. Aezanth mothered over her rider as much as any Queen dragon should have, even if it was from a distance. As much as the gold dragon wanted to be there, it was physically impossible. I know. Human feelings are just hard to explain though.Clearly.
"Let's just agree that I shan't be stupid again. I just didn't even consider a feline attack that close to the Weyr." Felines were utterly unfamiliar to Paryal. There were no such creatures in Keroon. The most dangerous thing were large tunnel snakes and the occasional wherry. None of those creatures had one ounce of the ferocity of the felines, though a tunnelsnake could pack a nasty venom. It still wasn't comparable though.
When Paryal looked back up from her own contemplations of Z'hin, Rawign had left the room, leaving her only with her guilt. Shards, she had made everything awkward. There was a world she went into when Z'hin was there that didn't seem to leave much room for anyone else. That would have to change. Not the feelings, but the total lack of noticing anything else. "I think we scared him off." Laughing weakly, Paryal gently took herself out of Z'hin's arms. "He'll be gone a few minutes. Would you like to yell at me now, or later?" Z'hin would yell- that was inevitable. Or if he didn't yell, he'd have silent anger, which was considerably worse. Either way, Paryal knew that she was in for some sort of verbal flaying, but she faced it with her head held high and defiance flashing in her eyes. There was very little you could do to beat Paryal down.
You should listen to him though. And you should go back to your own bed. That second part was true, at least. Paryal didn't want Z'hin catching any illness off her, though she doubted that a fever from her wounds was contagious. Unlike Rawign though, she wasn't a Healer. If she had known how eerily her thoughts reflected his, she would have been surprised, but at the moment, the Candidate had left Paryal's mind.
"And I should leave too, after you yell at me. I don't want to take the risk of you getting sick. You look fairly awful." Smiling and laughing weakly at Z'hin once more, Paryal absently tugged the furs up more against his body. The extent of his injuries were far greater than hers. What lasting damage did he have? Hopefully nothing too bad. What if he couldn't walk again? What if he bled slowly from the inside until he died? No, surely the Healers would have noticed that and fixed it by now if that was the case. And what of Rawign? He didn't look too bad, but his movements were stiff and it was clear he hadn't escaped unscathed. He may have come off lightest of the three, but that was 'lightest' was an arbitrary term. "And Jessereth. Tell me how Jessereth is. I haven't asked." The poor brave dragon! He and Aezanth had fought with an equal tenacity, but both had been injured. If Jessereth was in some way permanently damaged, Paryal wasn't sure how she would handle that guilt.
"Let's just agree that I shan't be stupid again. I just didn't even consider a feline attack that close to the Weyr." Felines were utterly unfamiliar to Paryal. There were no such creatures in Keroon. The most dangerous thing were large tunnel snakes and the occasional wherry. None of those creatures had one ounce of the ferocity of the felines, though a tunnelsnake could pack a nasty venom. It still wasn't comparable though.
When Paryal looked back up from her own contemplations of Z'hin, Rawign had left the room, leaving her only with her guilt. Shards, she had made everything awkward. There was a world she went into when Z'hin was there that didn't seem to leave much room for anyone else. That would have to change. Not the feelings, but the total lack of noticing anything else. "I think we scared him off." Laughing weakly, Paryal gently took herself out of Z'hin's arms. "He'll be gone a few minutes. Would you like to yell at me now, or later?" Z'hin would yell- that was inevitable. Or if he didn't yell, he'd have silent anger, which was considerably worse. Either way, Paryal knew that she was in for some sort of verbal flaying, but she faced it with her head held high and defiance flashing in her eyes. There was very little you could do to beat Paryal down.
You should listen to him though. And you should go back to your own bed. That second part was true, at least. Paryal didn't want Z'hin catching any illness off her, though she doubted that a fever from her wounds was contagious. Unlike Rawign though, she wasn't a Healer. If she had known how eerily her thoughts reflected his, she would have been surprised, but at the moment, the Candidate had left Paryal's mind.
"And I should leave too, after you yell at me. I don't want to take the risk of you getting sick. You look fairly awful." Smiling and laughing weakly at Z'hin once more, Paryal absently tugged the furs up more against his body. The extent of his injuries were far greater than hers. What lasting damage did he have? Hopefully nothing too bad. What if he couldn't walk again? What if he bled slowly from the inside until he died? No, surely the Healers would have noticed that and fixed it by now if that was the case. And what of Rawign? He didn't look too bad, but his movements were stiff and it was clear he hadn't escaped unscathed. He may have come off lightest of the three, but that was 'lightest' was an arbitrary term. "And Jessereth. Tell me how Jessereth is. I haven't asked." The poor brave dragon! He and Aezanth had fought with an equal tenacity, but both had been injured. If Jessereth was in some way permanently damaged, Paryal wasn't sure how she would handle that guilt.