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Post by nightingale on May 7, 2009 20:11:57 GMT -5
While it would be difficult to explain just how the sound was projected into C’oar’s mind, Cherilith’s snort of indignation was quite audible. Oooooh, you are not even TRYING to use your imagination! He whined, obviously displeased by the fact that the brownrider was less than keen on playing his game. His Saeo was right –he really could be boring when he put his mind to it. I think that you would be very lonely if you were a female C’oar. He sighed disappointedly. You are very indecisive. If you cannot even decide what you want, then how are you going to get it?
His presence quickly turned questioning as Calistoth was brought back into the conversation. Why of course I have met her! He crooned happily, making it clear that he thought the question was a very silly one. How else would I know how beautiful and gracious she is? She helped to keep us all dry when she and Hers and Saeo and I were out watching the rain when it came last summer. We also see her when we are out flying occasionally. Oh C’oar, she has the prettiest hide you could ever imagine! Prettier even, because you are very bad at imagining…but it does not matter if she is cuddly. Lots of nice things are not cuddly, like you and pies and flowers and crabs... A brief pause as something caught his attention. Oh, I am sorry. Could you please watch Mine for a little while? Mine has asked that I keep an eye on Jaymith, and he seems to by trying to sneak away.
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Post by dragon on May 8, 2009 19:35:15 GMT -5
C'oar listened to the little blue's ranting, and pulled a face. He was boring? Said who? Was that what Saeo thought of him? Of little imagination?! He had plenty! He also did not think he had a decision making problem. He knew what he wanted, and went about getting it. He just ... didn't do the morphing idea really well. He'd never explored those routes of the mind. He rather thought doing that sort of thing was what led to people being weirdos like ... like ...
Well, he couldn't think of any names of anyone specifically. But there were weirdos out there. And he knew he didn't want to be one of them. Especially the sort that were guys but truely thought they were gals... that was just plain weird.
I decide what I want, and then I go about getting it easily enough. I just don't ... daydream uselessly. Not quite true, but the closest he could get while being distracted... Cherilith had to have gotten those ideas about him from somewhere. He wasn't old enough to have come to that conclusion on his own... did Saeo really think him a bumbling oaf with not a wit about him?
C'oar looked over at the sleeping girl for a moment, and furrowed his brow. Sometimes, it was a shock to find out what people really thought of one ... and he sort of understood why it might be better to not know. Sure, Cherilith. I'll keep an eye on her.[/b] He promised, before picking up the plain bread roll and taking a bite out of it and looking out on the Weyr again.
It was nice to be outside. And he was quite happy to spend a few candlemarks just sitting there with Saeo leaning on him. Though he had to prop her up a few times to keep her from slumping to the ground in a heap. But he was always gentle with her, doing his level best to not wake her. She so badly needed the sleep.
Though he knew he was going to be in for a reaming once she woke ... sleep she needed. But once she had her rest? She'd definitely have the energy to yell and holler again. In actuality, as that was normal for her, that would be a good thing. He could handle being yelled at. So long as she didn't knife him.
How many candlemarks passed, he had no idea. But he noticed immediately when she started to move a little on her own. Aware that an awakening was immenent, he watched her quietly. Here came the dawning of the storm.
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Post by nightingale on May 8, 2009 23:56:17 GMT -5
A small murmur whispered between the bluerider’s dry lips. This was followed soon after by a deep breath and a long, sighing yawn that hummed across her ribcage and caused moisture to bead in the corners of her eyes. Her room was too bright...and it smelled strange. Not altogether unpleasant, but…strange…and her neck was terribly stiff. Somewhere between the points where her eyelids fluttered open and she recognized the strange smell as a mixture of numbweed, iodine and C’oar, Saeo realized that she had fallen asleep. Her mind was still hazy, and so the indignation she normally would have felt toward Cherilith for breaking his promise didn't register in the way it should have. What did factor into her thought process was how long the shadows were, and how the sunlight was rapidly becoming a shade of coppery gold.
“Shells…” She sighed, pressing her face miserably against the young brownider’s ribcage. “How long have we been out here? I should have been back to work…scorch it, I never should have left work." But she had, and as the final layers of the dream she had been enjoying fell away she began to wish she had never left it behind. She closed her eyes, trying to pull the fragments of light together again. She was on the riverbank, and someone was laughing. Raylin? Maybe Pasine. Baby had found a large jungle flower, and he and Tille were using it as a boat. C’oar was there…somewhere. Somewhere important she was sure, but as wakefulness came more and more fully upon her, she found herself losing even those precious details to the darkness behind her eyes.
The corners of her eyes burned, and she ground her teeth together to keep them from giving birth to proper tears. She didn’t want to go back into the infirmary, where there was nothing but death and pain waiting for her. She wanted to stay on the riverbank, with C’oar and the jungle flower boat. The fervency of the desire was impossible to ignore, and even when laced with exhaustion it made her feel as if her chest might implode. She took a few deep breaths, reminding herself that this was no time to be feeling selfish. People were counting on her, and she needed to get moving. “Is your leg bothering you?” She murmured, hoping her tone would pass as simple tiredness when analyzed. It had been early afternoon when she’d been dismissed form her shift, so he was probably due for another dose of felis by now…had he really been sitting out here with her the entire afternoon? Even though she knew there was a chance that her gratitude was unfounded, she couldn't help but be touched by the sentiment.
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Post by dragon on May 9, 2009 17:25:39 GMT -5
"Good morning." C'oar answered her, with a light tone. She wasn't yelling yet, so she apparently wasn't fully rested despite her long nap. Oh well... at least she'd gotten that much sleep. "How long? I dunno. A few candlemarks. I'm not sure." He gave her a breif one-armed hug as she tried to hide her face. "Don't worry about it. You needed the sleep like nothing I've ever seen before. It did you a world of good." C'oar assured her.
Her next comment derailed him for a moment. His leg? Actually, he'd been ignoring it so well what with the enjoying of sitting outside in the sun with a friend of his... "Now that you mention it ... I think it went dead. I should have moved it some, somewhere along there. Standing is gonna be lovely fun." He commented, wryly. "Roll?" picking up the meatroll which was warm again from sitting so long in the sun, he offered it to her.
No, he wasn't looking forward to moving at all, even if he was a tad warm where he was. It was still infinitely better than inside the makeshift infirmary. And skads better than putting up with the pins and needles that would come with waking up his legs. Not to mention the aches and pains and such that would also come along with the awakening limbs.
"Cherilith kept company for awhile." C'oar said, for lack of anything else to say.
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Post by nightingale on May 11, 2009 11:43:18 GMT -5
‘A few candlemarks’ was a less than ideal answer when her life was running on a schedule, and so Saeo brushed against Cherilith’s mind to request the time. Six marks after midday. Came the blue’s reply, feeling something like a giggle fluttering against her thoughts. You’re a horrid little brat. She told him fiercely, giving his encroaching good will a shove. You promised to wake me. just looked so at peace my Saeo. I could not bear the thought of waking you when you needed sleep so badly. She said nothing –what could she say after all- and checked in with Freckle. Things seemed to have been getting on well enough without her…she wasn’t sure whether to be pleased about that or not.
The bluerider’s eyebrow twitched ever so slightly as another voice entered her thoughts, and she leaned back far enough to bring C’oar into view. “Shardit C’oar, I tell you these things for a reason.” She growled, freckles gathering over the bridge of her nose. “If that felis wears off completely because of your stubbornness or negligence, I’m not going to be the one to hold your hand when you do finally decide to take care of yourself and have to wait for the painkillers to kick in.” And then there was something warm and pleasant smelling in front of her nose. Meatroll? Food. Food goes in mouth. She accepted it with the dim realization that she really should eat something, and made a great show of jamming the entire thing into her mouth at once.
She wasn’t entirely sure how she managed to keep from gagging on the huge mouthful, but it took a full two minutes of careful chewing before she managed to swallow it. She winced, knowing she would probably be able to feel the lump in her chest for a long time to come. That chore complete she stood, looking only a little off balance as a shift in her muscles reminded her about the stab wound in her leg. “Okay, time to go inside. No complaining.” She bent one knee and offered both her arms and shoulder for the brownrider to use as leverage. “Was he telling you he poem he wrote about Kindreth? He’s been thinking up a lot of them lately. I think he wants to make sure that no one gets forgotten.”
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Post by dragon on May 11, 2009 19:41:04 GMT -5
C'oar watched in amazement as she stuffed the whole roll in her mouth. Shards, but her mouth was a lot bigger than he thought it was!! He grinned slightly, with some amusement as she struggled to actually chew all that and get it swallowed. But at least she had eaten. "A little food with your air, Saeo?" He teased. From beside him, Storm chirped his own comment, but C'oar's frown quickly silenced that sort of thing.
When she offered to help him up, he gave her a skeptical look for a number of reasons. Partly because she couldn't stop him from falling if she tried... she just wasn't big enough. And partly because he knew there was no way in all dragon fires he'd be able to stand directly. Not with his legs completely numb from lack of bloodflow. "Are you sure that's a good idea, that?" he asked, her, with a dubious expression on his face. "It might be best if I just sat here a spell longer, until the blood got flowing again." He shifted how he was sitting, and repositioned his feet, so that whatever vessel was pinched might open up and start moving again.
It happened sooner than he aniticipated, as the pins and needles sensation started crawling irreversibly toward his toes. His face twitched for a moment, but otherwise nothing betrayed the discomfort.
"Cherilith is composing a poem? About Kindrith? Why?" C'oar asked, with curiosity. And to stall her from just wandering off... he rather liked her company. "No, he didn't say a word about it, actually. How does a dragon write, anyway? Or does he have you write it for him?" C'oar asked, speculatively.
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Post by nightingale on May 13, 2009 18:20:15 GMT -5
Saeo’s face arranged itself in an displeased formation, and she folded her arms over her chest. Her first thought of course, was that he was stalling for time. She couldn’t blame him for that, half because she could empathize with his desire to stay outside in the sunshine and half because he made a decent point. He was unsteady enough with so much damage done to his legs, and with the circulation having been cut off there was a good chance that he would only end up hurting himself if he tried to walk too soon. Still...it was annoying! The girl sighed and remained standing, enjoying the brief moment she could spend being taller than him.
It was about that time that Freckle gave a squawk and began clambering up the leg of her hose. She leapt and latched onto the hem of her pale tunic as soon as it was within reach, but then having effectively marooned herself, she hung uselessly by her teeth and swayed back and forth. Mine mine mine mine miiiiiine! She crooned plaintively, scrabbling uselessly at the fabric. Saeo reached down to collect the little green and placed her on her shoulder. She wasted absolutely no time in wrapping herself possessively about the girl’s throat, and glared bitterly down at C’oar. Brownpest! Freckle MINE mineSaeo mine! No badpest mine Freckle maul badpest! It seemed that the green had decided that Hers had slept for quite long enough, and that the young rider no longer had any place being near her.
The bluerider seemed all but oblivious to the outburst –a likely side effect of having to listen to them day after day. “He says that he saw Kindrith during the battle. He was the one who created the distraction that helped everyone get inside safely, and the Benden dragons tore him up not long after that.” Her expression was bleak and tearless as she gave Freckle’s neck a gentle rub, but no less despairing because of it. “He’s writing poems for everyone who died at the barracks. I haven’t had time to write them down for him, but he has an astounding memory when it comes to stories. I imagine if he was a human he would become a harper.” She gave a small shrug, and left it to the boy to realize that she was no longer interested in discussing the topic.
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Post by dragon on May 13, 2009 23:45:41 GMT -5
C'oar rubbed his legs a little bit with the heels of his hands, though well away from his wounds. Somewhat to speed the return of feeling, and somewhat to lessen the feeling of pins and needles. Ouch! And when he felt he could stand, he shoved off of his seat and made a tottering debut toward the impromptu infirmary. "Well ... he's the right color for it." C'oar joked, lightly. The walls were too far away, though, and he soon had to reach for Saeo just to stay upright. Resting a hand lightly on her shoulder, he was glad she was there ... and had waited for him. Otherwise he might as well have gone splat on the floor just then.
Occassionally he had to apply pressure to remain upright, but for the most part he was able to not really lean on her too much as they made thier way back inside. It was slow going for him, just as it had been in getting outside. But once they arrived back at his prison cell of a cot amongst all the rest, he was actually glad for it ... it was a long trek when one's legs were all cut up.
C'oar just hoped that in the time it took him to heal, he wouldn't lose all of his strength. It sure was dibilitating, to just sit around and do ... nothing. But go crazy.
"Thanks." He smiled at her breifly. "It was nice to sit outside for a bit ... and to see you again. Try not to work too hard, alright? You won't do anyone any good by dropping dead yourself." He patted her lightly on the shoulder, before easing back down where he was 'supposed' to be. Storm flitted in from outside, and landed on the foot of the cot with narry a peep out of him.
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