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Post by Tashe on Nov 9, 2007 23:21:28 GMT -5
She hang on for dear life.
Being hundreds of feet up in the air was not a normal thing that this teen would do, in fact at the moment, the girl would give anything to be on Terra firma. How the hell did people enjoy flying!? It was absolutely insane! And if her flight from her Hold to the Main hall wasn't bad enough, she now had to fly to her new home. Shuddering slightly, Gina berried her face into the shoulder blade off the man she who was escorting her. Normally the raven headed female wouldn't allow herself to be afraid of anything, but this was a whole new experience for the newly searched candidate. Quietly looking up at the back of the man's head, Gina watched quietly as he turned to give her a reassuring smile. Grunting slightly she risked releasing one of her vice grip like arms to hit the Bluerider in annoyance.
Normally it would have been considered rude to hit a dragonrider, but in Gina's case it certainly wasn't. Her cousin was being very, very annoying. "F'con! I'm going to hurt you when... when we LAND." As the pair hit a small gust of turbulence, the female squeaked indignantly before returning her arm to its position around her relative's waist. Why did she have to be searched by her cousin!? Growling and muttering unhappily until she felt Jackreth land smoothly at their destination. The vice grip Gina had applied on F'con loosened slightly before letting her arms fall to her side, reaching down to her cousin so he could help her down, the female felt herself slid out of the saddle and guided to the ground.
"I thought you were a Fort rider... Like S'yn. Now that you're here, maybe S'yn will transfer too." Stumbling forward slightly as something hard nudged into her back, Gina whipped around to see that Jackreth had her bag in his jaws. "CAREFUL. Shards Jackreth, Argyle is in there!" Gently taking her canvas bags from the large blue, the blue eyed girl slung the larger one over her shoulders while clinging the smaller one to her chest. Flipping open the bag's flap, Gina fished around until her hand brushed against something soft and warm. Swiftly digging out her large green flit, she then swung the smaller bag over her shoulder. Raising her free hand up to pet her Flits larger cousin with a squawk of protest, Gina happily thanked Jackreth for the ride.
"Alright F'con... where do we go?"
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Post by Requiem on Nov 10, 2007 14:38:11 GMT -5
He had, well, climbed higher into the branches of one of the trees, the small boy able to reach an altitude that those of a larger mass would never be able to. Of course, the branches weren't all that stable up here. Normally that wouldn't be a concern to him; he'd run across the rooftops and done far riskier things before. Of course, he hadn't expected the blue dragon and its passengers to pass so low over his particular tree, which wasn't far at all from the candidate barracks.
Mutasim's eyes widened as he felt the branch giving way under the air pressure, everything seeming to slow down. He'd picked a large tree. Far too large to suffer a fall without risking serious injury. Sliding from the branch, the small candidate found himself in a half-fall, his reaction times phenomenal but still not enough. The higher branches might have supported him as he was climbing up, but with the added impetus of the fall, they were snapping under his weight. It became a matter of swinging himself from limb to limb - missing a few times and suffering scratches and plenty of bumps along the way - the boy just a bit out of control, though handling the pressure surprisingly well. Or not so surprisingly, if one knew of his past.
It meant he didn't break every bone in his body when he hit the ground.
Still, the small candidate did strike the ground pretty hard, grunting as he rolled to a stop, halted rather painfully by one of the tree's roots. His dark eyes staring straight up at the height from which he'd fallen, Mutasim just lay there for a long moment, stunned. The annoyance began to flare up. Yes, it was a little dangerous to climb that high, but the sharding blue shouldn't be flying so low, either! He slowly sat up, hissing at the pain that came with each breath. Great. He'd cracked a rib, at least, though it didn't feel like he'd punctured a lung. Mutasim was sure he'd find out soon enough if he had, though.
His olive-toned skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, the candidate climbed to his feet, only to let out a sharp yelp before he could contain himself, crumpling to one knee. His foot. Mutasim glanced at it, then cursed softly. A slender, jagged piece of bone was actually protruding from the top, maybe half an inch from where his foot met his ankle. There'd be no walking on that any time soon. At least before the bone was forced back in. With the practicality of a boy who'd lived on his own all his life, Mutasim gritted his teeth, pushing at the bone even as it cut his hands. Growling at the pain - it might have been a whine, if the sound hadn't contained so much anger in it - the boy forced himself to finish.
He sat, gasping, his hands covering his foot and colored in his blood. Just a moment to catch his breath. Then he'd have to bind it. Mutasim couldn't lose much more blood; he was small and knew how poorly blood loss affected him. When he got his hands on that deadglow...
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Post by Tashe on Nov 15, 2007 1:51:41 GMT -5
Not only did the loud crack of a branch breaking alert Gina that something was wrong, the grisly thud made the girl spin around to face the tree they had passed dangerously low over. "Sharding shell pieces..." Dropping her traveling bag but keeping her knitting things with her, the newly made candidate paced her way over to the foreboding tree, leaving F'con and Jackreth in her dust. It wasn't long before the raven headed girl discovered the boy that had caused the sickening thud, but it wasn't just he that she found, it was also his blood. Scrunching her sensitive nose at the salty smell that attacked her smell, Gina stepped around the roots of the large tree and placed herself in front of the younger boy.
Surprisingly enough, this was not the first time the young woman had to deal heavily bleeding wounds until a healer could look at it. Having a large family and half of them dealing with Runners, there were always accidents at least once a week. From falling from trees to getting bitten by a Runner, Gina had always had to deal with temporary bandages. Horribly glad that she had brought her knitting supplies with her, the female quietly withdrew a yarn scarf and two lengths of twining wood before speaking to the boy.
"Hey there. I need you to stay awake, I don't care if you don't speak to me but its a better option then slapping yourself." Pausing to tear the extra ends of the scarf off, Gina began to speak again. "You might not trust me but I really... really don't give a sharding damn if you do. I'd rather not have someone die because I arrived with a reckless searchrider. There will be pain as I set and wrap your ankle. If you loose much more blood then... well then I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen. So I suggest you suck in any misgivings or pride you might have and don't try and stop me as I work on your ankle." Pausing to glance sternly at the boy, the former Queen or the knitting empire scooted forward and reached out gently for the broad shouldered boy's leg so that she could gain access to his foot. "If it makes you feel any better... I've done this before."
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Post by Requiem on Nov 15, 2007 2:20:15 GMT -5
His vision was already blurring? Too early for that. Mutasim bit his lip, attempting to use that sharp pain to clear his mind, which just proved how very unclear it was, considering how much pain he already had as a distraction. If it had a hope of working, he wouldn't be fading right now. Shardit. He'd probably nicked the one artery in his foot. Just his luck. Here he was at the base of a tree, with no one around and no one likely to look for him in the near future, and he was about a minute away from passing out. Fumbling with the fabric of his trousers, Muta's fingers clutched at it, trying to tear the material and hopefully staunch the bleeding, if just a little. After everything he'd gone through, this was a ridiculous way to end it all. A broken bone in his foot. It was just plain apropos, wasn't it?
And of course he couldn't seem to get a good hold on his trouser leg.
A figure drew his gaze, the outline muddied, and for a moment a thrill of fear erupted inside him. An old habit, this fear. People were not welcome. People only wanted to hurt you. Or scorn you. Vaguely, he realized this was a woman, and that put him a little more at ease. His gaze was distant as he met her straightforward blues. He hadn't moved his hands from where they rested atop his foot, coated in crimson. Her words slowly filtered through his mind.
Mutasim was not exactly the prideful sort, but he knew he was more intelligent than most everyone around him. Couple that with his cynical view of the world and...well, he did tend to radiate arrogance, even if he was particularly tiny. That arrogance did not extend to preventing someone from helping him when he knew he was more or less screwed on his own. Despite his inherent distrust of strangers - the prospect of likely bleeding out without her help did a lot to put things into perspective - Mutasim slowly removed his hands. He'd managed to push most of the bone back underneath the skin, but the very end still stuck out through the rent in the top of his foot.
And there certainly was a lot of blood still. Hissing softly, he informed her curtly, "Must have nicked a blood vessel. The bleeding...too strong...won't stop." His eyes flashed. Even though the boy was obviously struggling to keep from fainting, there was still a certain sharpness to his mind. "Searchrider. Sharding deadglow is more like it." He didn't turn his anger toward her. Muta was, if nothing else, a rather fairminded person; she could hardly control the dragon she'd come into the weyr on.
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Post by Tashe on Nov 18, 2007 19:41:02 GMT -5
"Could could say that again buddy. My cousin doesn't take the time to look where he's going, he's rather rash like that.... This is going to hurt." Carefully Situating the twining rods on either side of the boy's foot as she continued to talk with him, Gina firmly pushed the rest of the bone back into it original position. Quickly moving from the bleeding wound to the scarf she as withdrawn previously, the older candidate began to wrap the injured area. "So anyways, my name is Gina... let see. I do believe you did knick a blood vessel, but not a major one, all foot injuries bleed a fair amount." Pausing to finish off the wrapping of the make shift splint, the blue eyed girl used her sleeve to itch her nose, for her hands were smeared with the boy's blood.
"Alright. Do you feel like you can hop along with my help or and F'con's help, or would you rather be carried. Either I'd be willing to do, though the carrying will be done by the searchrider."
(Sorry for the short post. D: )
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Post by Requiem on Nov 20, 2007 9:45:09 GMT -5
Mutasim was about to mutter something scathing about rash men when she warned him – and yes, it certainly did hurt. Despite himself, he found his hand had come up, digging into her shoulder as she bent over him. He made no sound. It was a certain stubbornness, a refusal to show more weakness than he absolutely had to, a mindset bred into him from his time on the streets. Only the utter pastiness of his face and the tension in his grip betrayed the level of agony he was in. Fortunately, he seemed to have done much of the work earlier, as it was over quickly, leaving him with a lingering, dull pain. That pain escalated again as she wrapped it. He seriously wanted to slip a dagger into the bluerider’s ribs. That thought brought a tight smile to his lips. Or at least cut up his foot nice and good with it.
Cocking his head curiously at the girl – was she a healer, or just familiar with this type of injury? – the boy nodded slowly. “Mutasim.” It was, after all, expected to return a name after you were given someone else’s. He really had no reason not to give her his name. His old mindset still warred with giving away such personal information so freely, but he was gradually fighting that mindset, and while he still had a long way to go, things were beginning to come a little easier.
In response to her question, however, the candidate climbed shakily to his feet, using the protruding root that had stopped his rolling earlier to help lever himself up. Ever so carefully, the boy tested how much weight he could put on the bad foot. Not much. Touching it to the ground was enough to be distinctly uncomfortable, and any more pressure than that would begin to test his pain tolerance. Putting his full weight on it was out of the question. The boy’s eyes came up to meet hers.
“I don’t want that deadglow near me.” It wasn’t really anger, so much as knowledge of himself, that sparked that remark. He would seriously be tempted to use the dagger that lay in the small of his back should the bluerider come within striking range. And, considering just how accurate he was with throwing knives, striking range was probably within eyesight, at least amidst the trees. Relenting, if only slightly, “Unless it will be too much for you?” She was bigger than him, and he hardly weighed anything, even for his height, but some women simply didn’t have the strength to support another human being.
After a long moment, he added, “And thanks.” Mutasim was still feeling a bit woozy. He had no doubt whatsoever that, had he been left to his own devices, he probably would have bled to death. Gina may never fully understand what she had done, but she’d always have a silent protector in this boy. He didn’t like to leave a debt unpaid.
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Post by Tashe on Nov 20, 2007 16:06:52 GMT -5
"Nice to meecha Mutasim. If this can is some way be considered a nice meeting." Trying not to think of all the blood that she was about to wipe off onto her pants, Gina freed her hands of the red liquid for the most part. Stuffing everything she had taken out of her bag and not used back into her bag, the knitting empress swiftly swung it onto her back before standing near the boy as he tested his weight. It looked as bad as she had first assessed it to be, little to no weight could be used on the broken foot.
"Huh... Well I don't think I can carry you. But I sure can support your weight if you can hop... We have to get to a boat anyways, since you don't want to spend quality time with my cousin." Looking up from the ground and switching her gaze to the younger boy, Gina continued. "And your welcome."
Moving around Mutasim to the side where his broken foot was housed, Gina patted her opposite shoulder. "Put your arm around my shoulder and I'll help support your weight." Using her other arm, the one closest to Muta, the female candidate moved a little closer to the boy before slipping it around his waist.
The boy reminded her of green runner, one that hasn't been tamed yet by any handler that he's been past to. His eyes gave off an odd feeling whenever she checked to see if he was holding up under the intense pain that the brake had to be causing. Mentally shrugging, Gina sighed as her mind reverted back to the task at hand. "Well lets go shall we Mutasim?"
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Post by Requiem on Nov 20, 2007 17:52:06 GMT -5
A brow rose mildly at that little piece of polite language that he'd never quite understood. Then the barest of ironic smiles touched his lips as she seemed to realize that the response didn't exactly apply. Not a healer. He could tell by the fleeting expression of disgust on her features as she removed his blood from her hands. To a healer, blood would be completely commonplace. Negligible. Even if the expression had more to do with staining her clothes than the reality of what it was, again, that would be too commonplace for a healer to react to. Mutasim had ever been perceptive. Well, then...she really was just helping him, and not out of a sense of duty, which was intriguing, and she seemed comfortable around younger children. Gina dressed and carried herself too well to be from the world he'd come from, though. Still, it seemed that she was no stranger to leading.
The candidate found himself curious. Oh, but he was often curious. That did not require him to bombard her with questions, as some might have; he was content to wait and see if the answers would reveal themselves in time. One small corner of his mind wondered at these - friendships? - he seemed to be making purely by accident. Z'hin. Narna. Now Gina. His dark eyes searched her face warily as she returned everything to that bag of hers. He'd always been distrustful of bags. And, truly, concentrating on something other than the throbbing of his foot was welcome.
Obedience. It was a word that carried such a wide range of emotions for him. Still, he knew sense when he heard it, snaking an arm up to her shoulder, though he had to readjust and pass it beneath her bag. She was, of course, taller than he. He found his hip pressed into her thigh, and vaguely wondered if that was uncomfortable for her, as he didn't have much in the way of padding - well, anywhere - but if it did bother her she didn't mention it. Then he was concentrating more on the matter of moving and keeping his foot clear of rocks, roots and Gina.
It was agonizingly slow going. His mind drifted back over the words she'd said. Her cousin? The searchrider? Apparently her opinion of him wasn't too great, or else she just didn't care if someone else decided to insult the bluerider. Mutasim decided not to apologize. He had meant every word he said, after all, and as it hadn't seemed to anger her, there was no need for false sympathies. Shard it all, but this one-legged hopping thing was not an easy task. The boy was fit, or as fit as a former street urchin was likely to be, but it was a strange group of muscles required for this work, and even moving at a steady pace soon had him breathing harder than he was used to.
His head had dropped awhile back to focus his concentration on his footing. Now, it came up, scanning the trees, but he neither saw nor heard the water yet. Still, he did not regret the decision he'd made, though Gina might; Mutasim was not going to be carried by a strange man. Or a familiar one, if he had anything to say about it. "You come...from where?" the boy asked, more out of an attempt to distract himself and perhaps make the older girl feel more comfortable than anything else. It seemed they had a ways to go yet.
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Post by Tashe on Nov 20, 2007 19:58:05 GMT -5
"I come from Selenitas Hold, but I was originally from Lighttower Hold. My family moved their business from Lighttower to Selenitas, for you see my Father is a small time Runner breeder." Pausing a moment to shift the boys arm slightly, Gina continued. "Though he's small time breeder he produces very fine Runners."
Quietly stepping over a root, Gina tried to concentrate on finding the path she had traversed to get to the boy. Watching as the fallen leaves passed under her feet as the pair took their time getting to the river, the young woman was regaled by memories of her siblings.
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"GIIINNAA!" Looking up startled from her knitting, the fifteen and a half turn old version of Gina sought out the source of the yell. Meticulous blue eyes settled onto the vibrant amber ones of her oldest younger brother.
"Gina come quickly! Gio fell out of a tree and is hurt bad! Moma and Dady aren't here and Richard and Fraya are gone!"
Putting aside her scarf, the young woman picked her self up and quickly made her way after her younger brother. It took the pair only a few minutes to reach her youngest brother and the tree the boy had fallen out of. Wrestling Casper out of his shirt, Gina had been able to wrap and stabilize her brother's arm. Yelling at her brother.... ---
Snapping out of her memory that only took a few seconds of her time, the female candidate twitched her nose as the familiar rush of water reached her ears. Remembering what she had been talking to Mutasim about earlier, Gina took up the topic again. "So yeah. The oddest thing was, I'm afraid of Runners. I'm the only one in all of my family, immediate and non, that is... it was like a curse when I was younger. I grew up being a large trouble maker, still am most of the time."
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Post by Requiem on Nov 20, 2007 22:11:28 GMT -5
Selenitas. Lighttower. He'd never seen them, though he'd taken a peek at the maps in the archives. Okay, it was a rather long peek, spanning several days in which the lad had committed a great deal to memory about the southern continent of which he was not familiar. It would probably have been shorter if he'd ever learned to read...Though the archivist was helpful enough, and Mutasim was soon discerning enough patterns to fall into letters, such that, by the last day, he found that he could haltingly stumble through most anything in the archives. It had always been like that with Muta, though. He was quick.
The candidate wondered what it would be like, to raise runners. Those things were dangerous to small orphans on the streets. Mutasim, for once, didn't notice Gina's distraction, sufficiently lost in his own musings and imaginings. He was not so much the fool not to recognize that his mind was wandering more than usual, and chalked it up to pain and bloodloss and the endephrines released when muscles were broken down. Kind of nice, though, just to walk - well, hop - through the woods without worrying about what might happen next, how this girl would betray him.
Running water. The sound seemed to draw the pair out of their respective musings, Mutasim's eyes flicking to her face as she resumed speaking where she'd left off. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "You're not the only one." Hard to tell, really, if he meant that he was also afraid of runners, or that he was something of a troublemaker. Both were true enough. Most people feared what they didn't understand, and those beasts were so huge. It didn't help that he'd seen people trampled beneath their hooves. The troublemaker bit, though...it wasn't so much that he made trouble, as trouble seemed to follow him. His life would probably be of great interest to anyone exploring matters of fortune. From one perspective he was amazingly fortunate, surviving all manner of things he shouldn't, but the fact that he was ever in those situations at all seemed to beg a different story.
The river was coming into view up ahead. Now all they needed was a boat. If memory served, there should be a dock not far upriver. Quietly, he murmured, "Some welcome, huh?" This first few minutes at the weyr must seem immensely odd to Gina. Mutasim naturally started hopping toward the direction of the dock, not bothering to speak of it to the girl, apparently confident that she'd know to follow his lead. "When I first got here, with all the trees and the water, it was kind of like waking up and seeing the world around me for the first time."
Then he smiled a dark, bitter smile. "That sounds strange, doesn't it?"
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Post by Tashe on Nov 25, 2007 17:57:25 GMT -5
"Oh some welcome indeed. First I got searched by my cousin who I thought was a Fort rider until recently, then I actually had to fly with him. And then I finally arrive and find out we nearly killed a boy! Fun." The feeling behind her response held mostly a joking manner, but a small hint guiltiness was berried quietly, hoping to hide itself in the relaxed feelings. Not really caring how she sounded, Gina only then remembered after a few moments of thought that she had Argyle quietly resting against the nape of her neck. Mentally slapping her head in ignorance, the female woke her large green with her free hand. "Argyle, go tell F'con I'm heading to the infirmary. And tell him after he's done putting my stuff away in my room I'm going to have a bone to pick with him." Tossing the sleepy flitter into the air, Gina watched as she winked 'between' before returning her attention back to the boy.
Letting him lead her up the river, because he undoubtedly knew the terrain much better than she, the female candidate listened to the silence after he finished speaking. It took her a moment to register what he had said because of the mental kicking she had been giving herself, but her response didn't come to late after.
"Nah. I think thats perfectly fine, I mean were you lived it had to have sucked up all of your attention. Just like me, but not so much. Nature and the overall calmness of being would probably have given me a wake up call if we didn't knock you flat out of the tree." Grinning as the dock slowly came into view, the knitting empress sighed gratefully. "Look, there she is, and look there's a boat."
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Post by Requiem on Nov 26, 2007 23:02:24 GMT -5
Mutasim's eyes flicked toward Gina at mention of the infirmary. That made sense. It was logical. Yet, still, he felt himself on the verge of panic, even though his face didn't register the emotion. The candidate continued to hop along at the earlier pace. He couldn't go to the infirmary. They'd see his scars, and they'd know what those scars meant. Only a little bit of digging...he couldn't go back to Bitra. It was death. Emotionally. Spiritually. If he was fortunate, physically. Mutasim never wished to test that particular run of fortune.
A boat. The dock. His keen eyes sought out any escape, mind flying at a whirlwind pace. The bleeding would stop. He'd be fine now. There was nothing to prevent him from scurrying away. Nothing, that is, but his foot, which would not support him. He either had to find another to take him to the barracks, or somehow convince Gina that was the best way to go. How was he going to pull that off?
There was, perhaps, one other alternative. Kalierre. She was Z'hin's friend, wasn't she? He didn't know her, but he'd helped Z'hin watch Phremath on occasion. "Let's not bother the entire weyr," Mutasim panted, his tone as even as he could make it. "There's a journeyman healer in the weyrling barracks." They'd still have to cross the river, but at least he might have a chance of escaping the dangerous questions. Maybe. Hopefully they'd run into Z'hin first, and Gina could go on her way. Sharding foot. Cousin or no, he had half a mind to put the bluerider out of everyone's misery permanently.
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Post by Tashe on Dec 3, 2007 23:58:27 GMT -5
"Alright, alright. I guess the Weyrling barracks would be closer than the infirmary anyways." It was an odd request, but if the Mutasim wanted to go to the Journeyman so be it for Gina to judge him. As long as she got him to a healer and got his wound sewn, it wasn't her place to say were he should go to get patched up, especially since she was rather new to the Weyr. The pace was slow, but they finally made it to the dock upon which the boat was tied to. Shifting the boy's weight slightly so it would make it easier for him to climb into the water craft, the young woman smiled as she felt him began to move. It seemed that both of the candidates were well versed in the simple movements and guidance that the body could show, but that normal unobservant people couldn't see.
Quietly climbing into the boat herself after Mutasim no loner needed her help to get himself into his seat, Gina rested one of her hands on the tie off rope and the other on one of the oars before speaking. "Alright then. Which way to the Weyrling barracks Mutasim?"
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