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Post by glamourie on Dec 7, 2007 7:55:29 GMT -5
To sleep Rawign drifted, fading away into the total blackness that came with his utter exhaustion. Wound up around Marra as he was, his arms draped around her body so possessively, he was completely oblivious to everything around him. Seconds faded into minutes and then into hours, until it was well into the morning, with the Infirmary bustling with activity as it often did. Beggar and Roxie were long gone, having flown off to beg for food from someone who was awake since their pet was not. Healers checked in and out as always, and a few apprentices scurried past where Marra and Rawign lay sleeping, though all were wise enough to leave the two of them alone. And though it was only for a relatively short time, those few hours, Rawign slept better than he had the entire previous day. There was a lot that could be said for being well and truly comfortable somewhere.
But all good things must come to an end, and so it was that the sound of footsteps and soft whispering (indistinct) roused the dark-haired boy from his sleep. He woke slowly, taking in the sounds of movement around him and the light against his eyelids, though it was dimmed by the fact that he was completely snuggled up against Marra. Recognition drew him from his sleep and he stirred slowly before sliding back on the cot, as best he could, to untangle himself. He didn't want to wake Marra if it could be avoided, but considering how wound together they were, it was unlikely that he could keep from doing so. Nevertheless, he did make an active effort, going so far as to casually move his legs first, then his arms and last his face. The movements stung, reminding him that he would need his bandages changed relatively soon, along with something to deal with his pain, since the numbweed had most efficiently worn off in the hours while he slept. How he could rest through such pain was beyond him, but then, he really was comfortable.
Rawign carefully sat up, one hand moving to his face to rest his palm over his left eye. His right hand moved to tug the furs back up to Marra's shoulders; even if she was waking up, he didn't want to risk her accidentally flashing everyone. It didn't look as though he'd managed to wake her up, though, which surprised him a little. His gaze flicked to her and he ignored the slight movement of weight on his ankles; Li was scurrying around and he could tell that Mona was still there, the two firelizards most likely having slept curled together the entire morning. From the slight flash of hunger he received, Li hadn't gone with his clutchsister or Beggar to get food. And he was not the only one who was half-starved. Rawign himself hadn't eaten in who knew how long, and even when he went to sleep he'd been hungry. And what of Marra? Had she eaten yet? She needed to, too...
The Healer bit his tongue and then gingerly placed one hand on Marra's shoulder to shake her just slightly. It wasn't rough, in fact the contact was exactly the opposite, intended to wake her gently. He just hoped Marra woke better than most people he knew, as a lot of his friends had a tendency to wake up in foul moods. In his experience, she seemed generally calm at waking, though. Funny how often he got to find that one out, especially considering that he'd only known Marra for a rather short time - he'd arrived only days before the Senior Queen flew and he met Marra about a sevenday later.
"Marra...? Marra, wake up, please. It's morning." The words were quiet, but the last part was added for Marra's benefit, as if to remind her of her state of dress. (Or, rather, the lack thereof. If he could have, he no doubt would have reached around to grab her shirt for her, but the bending and twisting would have undoubtedly pulled his barely-healed side. Not a good idea, to be sure.
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Post by Administrator on Dec 8, 2007 10:15:48 GMT -5
Marra's sleep, for once, had actually been very restful. Not once in the night had she woken up in some anxious state of mind like she usually did. So peaceful was she that not even Rawign woke her up as he slid from her side to sit up. Instead, Marra just curled up more to where he sat, resting her head against his body. Without a doubt, she would have stayed in this position all day. A long tendril of hair fell in front of her face, its mild curl the only thing that seperated Marra's face from Rawign's leg. In her sleep, the state of her undress did not bother her, not even the fact that any healers that had bent behind their veil would have noticed her bared shoulders beneath the furs. Probably not the best thing to keep a clean reputation here at the Weyr, but Marra had nothing to worry about now. The blissful expression on her sleeping face was a testament to that.
Giving a sleepy groan as she felt a firm hand shaking her shoulder, she opened her eyes blearily, immediately pulling out her arms to stretch, but stopped herself just in time to keep the furs from sliding off her body. She remembered now, and she felt it. She was -still- not wearing a shirt. Yawning, she clasped a hand over her mouth as she tucked the stray curl behind her ear. "Morning," she muttered, more of a statement than a greeting. She rubbed her eyes regretfully. She didn't want to move, but a pang of hunger gripped her. This must be how Desdemona felt when she hatched, she thought with amusement. They could always lie back down again, but for now, they needed some type of nourishment.
Speaking of the little green, she had been awake for some time. She even had the time to shyly beg for some food from a kindly old drudge. Presently, she was munching on a long strip of meet, while a couple other pieces lay a few inches away. However, mid-crunch, she paused, looking over to Li. Chattering anxiously, she nudged a meatstrip in his direction. Was he hungry, too? His had only just woken up, and Mona felt bad, just lying here eating when the bronze was starving, no doubt.
Clutching the furs over her chest just enough to cover her breasts, she reached down to the side of the bed where her shirt, the infirmary gown, and Rawign's shirt lay. Picking up Rawign's shirt, she looked over her shoulder at him. "Do you want your shirt?" she asked him, cocking a sleepy eyebrow at him. She had this odd desire to wear his shirt again, but she resisted the urge. If he wanted his shirt, he could wear it. Grabbing her own, and dry, shirt, she tossed it onto the bed. Then the infirmary gown. Seeing nobody was around (at least from where she sat on the bed), she stood daringly, grabbing the infirmary gown, and returned it back to the drawers beside Rawign's bed.
Giddily, she sat back down in the furs. The healers must not be immediately close by, and Marra wanted to test to see if sleeping with Rawign that night had gradually taken away her awkwardness at being half-naked. Experimentally, she didn't cover herself up this time. He hadn't minded last night, had he? It was more of her being a prude than anything else. He was a boy. Of course he hadn't minded.
Remembering their decision, to give this a try, she leaned in closer to him, hopefully managing to still look graceful even when still half-asleep. "How'd you sleep?" she asked, her voice low with her sleepiness. Curiously, she kissed him slowly and gently, hoping he didn't change his mind. If he had, this would only be so awkward. She was taking a lot of chances with this, with not only kissing him, but delaying in putting a shirt back on. Fervently hoping she wouldn't chase him away, she scanned his eyes, trying to look for a sign into his thoughts.
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Post by glamourie on Dec 8, 2007 12:02:41 GMT -5
Rawign was amused, as evidenced by the smile on his face. Why was it that he couldn't stop smiling? And it wasn't the half-smile that he wore most of the time or the false smiles he'd practiced for dealing with other people - it was a real smile, slightly more vulnerable than the false ones that meant nothing and everything at once. Was she always so adorable in the morning? He'd seen her wake up before, and even then she'd been cute, although he'd never admit to having thought it at the time. He lifted one hand to tuck another stray curl away from her face, watching her yawn; a little voice in the back of his mind felt guilty for waking her, although he really hadn't had much choice in the matter, if only because he didn't want Marra to be put into an awkward position when the Healers swept around to change his bandages. Oh, did he hurt, too. The pains were more like little flashes with each movement on the side where the gash was, but he was definitely hurting.
A quiet chirp was Li's response to the offered meat and he gingerly took it before winging over to perch right next to Mona. Unlike Beggar or Roxie, who would have snapped it up roughly and demanded more, Li took his time, pulling the strip apart as though to savor the meat. It would take more than just one strip to fill him up but he wasn't going to take more. He was content as he was, eyes whirling. Most of his person's general peacefulness had washed over onto the little bronze. Good moods were contagious.
Raising an eyebrow back at her, Rawign shook his head. "It's a little pointless anymore. I'll have to keep taking it off, putting it on, taking it off, putting it on, every time they come to check the bandages and to clean the cuts, due to where they're at. Moving like that isn't all that comfortable," he admitted softly, his eyes following Marra's movements intently. He narrowly managed to avoid staring at her again, though he did let his eyes roam down her chest appreciatively; he couldn't stop that even if he wanted to. But hungry, groggy and slightly hurting as he was, it was easier to keep his attention focused on her face. Just because he liked what he saw didn't mean he had to focus on nothing else. Or so he told himself, though the truth was, the only thing stopping him from staring was a little voice in his head reminding him that Marra probably wouldn't appreciate being sized up like some kind of piece of meat.
Rawign smiled as she sat back down and tilted his head just slightly. "Better than I ever have before." Ironically, the answer was completely honest. He didn't even have to lie, though the wording was intended to be flattering to some degree. In his experiences with her, Marra seemed to react badly to open flattery; he had to be careful just how he worded it if he didn't want to risk offending her, which was truly the last thing on his mind. Her lips against his made him smile and he raised one hand to pull her closer and return her kiss whole heartedly; there could be no denying that he definitely liked the attention. It was funny. If someone had asked him a sevenday ago if he liked Marra, he'd have vehemently responded no, scowled, and probably stomped off in a fury. (Which, really, was clear indication that the answer was, in fact, yes, though Rawign was loathe to admit that his denials made the truth all that much more obvious.) Yet there he was, more comfortable with her than anyone he'd ever been in his life, and... quite enjoying the view.
Unfortunately, said view had to end soon, unless Marra wanted to flash several apprentices who probably weren't as good at avoiding staring as Rawign was, and he simply wasn't well enough to murder them all in a jealous rage just yet. Besides, Metrol topped his hitlist. "How did you sleep?" he asked softly, then glanced toward the veils before adding, "Not to put a damper on the early-morning euphoria but any moment now one of the apprentices or journeymen will be coming over here to check on us." Well, him, but she was in the furs with him, so it counted as 'us' in his mind. He didn't add that she might have wanted to pull on a shirt; that was her decision, though if she didn't, he'd be making a private list of people he needed to drown before the month was out. Apparently, he was more jealous than he realized, though not enough to try and tell Marra what to do in any way.
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Post by Administrator on Dec 8, 2007 16:04:12 GMT -5
Marra, too, became a smiling fool as Rawign tucked the hair behind her ear. Her smile, like Rawign's, was a real one, flashing the barest hint of white teeth. She regarded Rawign's own. She liked when she smiled. It was able to both look cute and handsome at the same time, as she pointed out the former before they slept. Reaching up to Rawign's own hair, she ran her fingers through it again, enjoying the softness of it against her fingers. She wasn't sure why she kept playing with his hair. She was just drawn to it for some reason. Moving her other hand to the side of his head, she raised herself up to meet him at eye level. Massaging his head with her fingers, she leaned to him so her entire body was pressed against his as she kissed him, getting the most out of this before she would pull a shirt back on. Tearing herself away after a moment of this, she smiled her true smile again before reaching for Rawign's shirt.
Mona didn't reply to Li, instead daintily nibbling on her meatstrip. It was good that Li wasn't one of those flitters who would eat not only the offered food, but her own food as well. Mona was quite hungry, and a greedy flitter was never good. If Li had been greedy, Mona probably would have been unable to be strong enough to turn them down. Giving a mild chirp to Li, she curled around her piece.
Marra pulled Rawign's shirt over her head, deciding that she would use it since he didn't. However, she did so slowly, so he could look without her 'knowing' if he wanted to. However, the shirt was thin enough so she could see his silhouette, and watched curiously if he did so before she covered her breasts completely. Pulling her head through the neck hole, she blushed a little at him before running a hand through her own hair to get rid of as many tangles as she could. "Don't worry, no prepubescent boy is going to be allowed to see them and live to tell the tale," she replied lazily. She paused, then smiled shyly. "Only one person's allowed to see them. Upon request," she added with a small, hesitant, flirtatious smirk.
She was pleased to hear that he had slept well. She, too, had slept extremely well. However, she wasn't bold enough to suggest they should do so again, particularly after her previous comment. Marra was horrible when it came to this sort of thing. But if Rawign wanted to sleep with her again sometime, she would have no objection whatsoever- in fact, she just might even jump at the chance. She also liked the subtlety of his statement. It wasn't outright flattery, but she could tell how he meant it.
"Do you want me to get us some food as they change your bandages?" she inquired curiously. She, for one, was hungry. Was Rawign the same? He would have to be... Did he not eat since he was attacked? That could be worrying. A mother-hen attitude coming over her again, she untangled herself from the furs, standing up. It wasn't until then she noticed how enormous this shirt was on her- not that she minded. It smelled like a mixture of soap and medicines, but also had the vaguest hint of Rawign's scent in it. That alone made it absolutely perfect her book.
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Post by glamourie on Dec 8, 2007 23:15:45 GMT -5
If there was a fine line between being innocent and evil, Marra had officially crossed it for Rawign; there was just no way she could not know that the feeling of her pressed so close against him, her fingers tangled in his hair, her body so close to his, and her lips against his own was enough to test what self-control he did possess. Not that he would have ever complained. He liked the attention far too much to make even the slightest complaint, even though in the back of his mind he was well-aware that he was pushing what he should be doing, given the nature of his injuries. The fact that his chest was scratched up was not lost on him, for no matter how gentle, brushing those still-tender wounds was enough to keep his head on his shoulders and not off in fantasy-land somewhere. The better part of his mind was grateful for that, for it was not easy for Rawign to actually resist where his hands were wanting to stray and he barely managed to keep them to himself - or rather, one curled in her hand and the other sliding down the side of her arm, but it counted as keeping to himself due to the fact that he wasn't fondling her. Points for him.
As she pulled away to put her shirt on, Rawign glanced over at the two firelizards and raised an eyebrow at Li. The little bronze looked back at him as he tore another small, neatly bite-sized peace off of his meat strip, though he otherwise did not react to his person's acknowledgment. The fact that Li was actually sitting next to Mona was strange, since the bronze normally kept to himself. As far as other flitters went, Rawign could think of very few that Li liked. He tended to.. ignore other firelizards, unfortunately.
Rawign turned back to Marra, just in time to catch a glimpse of a considerable amount of flesh. He didn't stare, though it took a conscious effort to tear his eyes away. It was easier when she didn't acknowledge that he was looking, because then he could pretend he wasn't. Why was he so embarrassed? It didn't seem as though she was. Maybe that was it, though. She seemed relatively comfortable and he was just staring like a ninny. He couldn't help it, though. He found Marra attractive, even if he'd spent most of the time he knew her denying it, or trying to pretend that it was more in the way one might regard a particularly hostile animal as opposed to a member of the opposite sex. He'd known from the start that wasn't it, but he kept trying to avoid accepting the idea... But he couldn't deny it anymore, or rather, wouldn't. Why did he have to stare, though? He had all the tact and self-control of a child!
When he turned back, she was wearing his shirt, which actually made him tilt his head and smile. Said smile became a playful grin and he couldn't help but reply with a light lilt to his voice, "Oh good, I was worried I might have to lure someone out to the river and then drown them. Bit unfortunate, that would be." His smile widened a little before he batted at one of her curls. "Be careful what you offer, Marra. I think I enjoy the view entirely too much. And that shirt looks better on you than it does on me..."
After his words trailed off, Rawign glanced around the infirmary before leaning over to whisper to her. "If you could sneak real food in here, that would be grand. I happen to know what they serve here." He made a vague motion toward his neck, rather like throat slitting, then glanced around sheepishly. "But I don't expect the apprentices and whoever's running about giving them orders would appreciate real food being sneaked into here." Most of the food served at the infirmary was actually catered to avoid making the patients sick and also to help boost their healing - as a result, most of it was high in natural vitamins and things the human body needed, and lacking in the fine seasonings that made food genuinely good. Everything that tasted good was bad for you, it was a known fact.
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Post by Administrator on Dec 9, 2007 0:50:26 GMT -5
Marra smiled knowingly at Rawign. She had seen that for at least a moment, his eyes had been on her as she pulled his shirt on. It gave her a great swell of ego, and also of odd power. It just wasn't her on him, either- she wanted, she felt that she must do this. It wasn't grudging- she simply wanted to... share this with him? "I know what I'm offering," she told him in amusement. She winked. "As I said. Upon request." She was actually regretful he hadn't let his hands stray, but she firmly told herself it was all for the best. No need to rush into anything. Yet she still couldn't hold back that wave of regret... The first time she felt comfortable being this intimate with a guy, and he hadn't even tried touching. Still, she had to give kudos for Rawign being able to resist his boyish instincts. It proved he had respect. Nevertheless, it would have to be he who made the first move, the first touch. Marra could never be bold enough to walk him through the steps.
It was odd for Desdemona to be sitting, uncomplaining, next to another flitter, but Marra wasn't as preoccupied with this knowledge as she was with Rawign. Mona finished off her meat nonchalantly, then cautiously looked over to Li to figure out what he was up to. She was rather curious, but she was fine with just watching from a distance. Moving onto her last strip of meat, she chewed through the middle as neatly as she could, but still managed to litter crumbs across the furs. Daintily picking up one half of the meat strip, she offered it to Li with a peep. It was only polite to share.
At being told she looked better in his shirt, Marra raised an eyebrow. "I look good in a shirt that is about a million sizes to big?" she asked drolly. Well, it was much more comfortable, she had to give it that. Even if it did completely drown her. Grabbing the sides, she wrapped it across her stomach absently, the excess shirt truly noticeable as she did this.
Smiling at his whispering, she nodded. "So, you want me to skip off and grab some human food?" she asked mildly. Stretching herself out lazily, she asked, "What did you have in mind?" Pulling the furs up as far as she could on Rawign, she slipped from the bed. Frowning, she looked around. She had come here in bare feet. She couldn't go to the dining hall like that. "Have any shoes I could wear?" she asked irritably. "Else we'll all starve."
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Post by glamourie on Dec 9, 2007 5:07:21 GMT -5
The corners of Rawign's lips twitched, as if to suppress quiet laughter. If she knew what she was offering, then hopefully it would come as no surprise to her if he did ask... or, otherwise make his desire to remove her top known. (Actually, he wanted to do that right then but that was rather pointless seeing as she'd just put it on.) He did let a playful smile linger on his face, but there was a hint of self-doubt somewhere in the back of his mind. He'd never actually tried a relationship before, and he didn't want to rush Marra in any way. At the same time, he didn't want to seem too shy, either. He'd have to stop thinking so much, he was sure, though for the moment, he was content to keep things moving slowly. Any faster than they already were and he was bound to be uncomfortably reminded of his own pain along with the fact that any moment, he would likely be scolded by one of the apprentices for not letting them know he was awake. No part of him liked the idea of being interrupted. He might do something hostile like... break one of the apprentice's faces. Or maybe smash a bed pan over their heads. A used one. Not used by him, of course, since he didn't have one. (Lucky him.)
As for the shirt? "That is precisely why it looks better on you," he replied, quirking an eyebrow before lifting one hand to smooth the shirt down over her shoulders, along her collar bone, down her sides in much the same fashion as she had done only seconds previous to emphasize the size of the cloth. His hands rested at her waist before he leaned forward to press another gentle kiss to her lips. "Makes you look more innocent, if you must know."
His hands dropped down into his lap as she stood up. Li used that moment to finish the last of his strip of meat, only to have another bit offered to him by Mona. Fluting sweetly, the bronze firelizard actually nudged the green before taking the meat from her. Like before, he took to daintily eating it, obviously grateful for her sharing. He was reluctant to leave his pet for even the amount of time it took him to go retrieve food. Firelizard or not, Li was very protective of his person, and he could feel his pain. He could no longer remember why, the felines and the terror Rawign had felt during the attack on the group quite far gone from his mind, but he knew enough that something was wrong. Li would not leave his until he was okay.
Rawign clucked his tongue for a moment before glancing around again. His expression was smug, as he flashed on the day he'd spent the night at Marra's apartment. She didn't eat meat - or not much of it. At the time, he hadn't told her how amusing that was to him, but it seemed that the perfect opportunity for him to do so had finally arose. "Fruit. I don't like most meats. So.. fruit and grains. Redfruit's my favourite, after bubbly pies with the blueberries, as far as food goes." Was it strange that they had similar eating habits? Maybe. The only reason he didn't like meats much was because he'd practically survived on fish as a child. There was only so much that a man could take before growing tired of it, sadly.
"Shoes...? I... don't think so. I mean, there are some in the barracks, but I don't really know if I have any in here." He'd been so out of it that he didn't know much about where what he was wearing during the attack went, and it was likely that his boots were taken to have the blood removed, since the stains of brown-red could be extremely bad reminders. "There might be my boots, but they'll never fit you. If they're not still being cleaned, they'd be in the trunk at the end of the bed. But -- Li might be able to go get your shoes, if he takes Beggar, Mona and Roxie with him..." Turning to the flitter, Rawign looked thoughtful. Li chirped back, as if to say that he could. "If Mona knows how, anyway. Roxie follows Li's example. So does Beggar..."
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Post by Administrator on Dec 9, 2007 21:08:24 GMT -5
Marra cocked a suggestive eyebrow as Rawign's hand started at her shoulder to run downwards. She closed her eyes, enjoying this simplistic touch as she felt the enormous shirt slide slightly down her shoulder with his hand, revealing a bare shoulder that Marra didn't even bother to fix. She smiled as the hand came to rest, a oft-hid, mischievous twinkle in her blue-gray eyes. "Am I really innocent, though?" she asked teasingly. "It could all just be a lie, you know. I may be the least innocent person you've ever met." Which was also a lie. But still, keeping him on his toes about it was horribly fun. He would find out her true innocence one day, if things worked well. She could let it be a surprise, though. Keeping a flirtatious smile plastered to her features, she had to admit his kiss was very much appreciated. She returned to his lips, letting her own linger there for another all-too-brief moment. When she returned, they could get back to this.
She chuckled, looking down at him. Desdemona looked up, and gave an anxious chirp. Abandoning her strip of meat, she spread her wings nervously before pushing herself off. Landing on Marra's shoulder, she wrapped a possessive tail around it before giving a plaintive croon. She didn't want to be seperated from Hers any longer! Marra rolled her eyes at the little green.
"You don't eat meat, either?" Marra asked, surprised. Did she know this already? She couldn't remember if he'd told her this before. This made her opinion of him rise even further. She didn't like eating meat because she had visited the Beastcraft Hall once, and had been upset over how the little hogs and herdbeasts were being raised for death. Ironically, the only meat she ate was fish-- but only when she had to.
Waving her hand in dismissal, Marra shook her head. "Never mind. I'll just try avoid getting yelled at. I can always blame you and your stomach," she offered with a smirk. She paused, then added in a low voice, "I'll be back, and I can fix up another veil so that I won't get stared at." Winking, and ultimately pleased with this much flirting stuff, she darted beyond the veil and off to the dining hall.
It was very sunny, she thought cheerfully, untying one of the boats. Odd how good of a mood she was in. Climbing in, she paddled lightly over to the Main Hall. She would pick up as much food as she could carry to return to Rawign. Even though she hoped he wouldn't be in the infirmary long, she probably was better off bringing enough good food to last a brief stay. She would stay with him, of course. Even if those healers tried chasing her off with a broom, she would stay with Rawign.
Humming a merry little tune to herself, she pulled up to the Main Hall. Hoping her bare feet wouldn't be noticed, she ascended the stairs of the enormous tree into the the Dining Hall. However, a mopey figure caught her eye. "Robika?" she asked with a frown, distracted for a minute to approach her friend. "You all right?"
The greenrider was looking distantly into space. "Yeah," the blonde woman replied vaguely. Seeing Marra's state of dress, Robika now frowned. "Found someone, have you?"
Marra blushed. She had almost forgotten Robika had tried to set her up with someone what seemed like long ago. "Yeah," she replied, a small smile at her lips. Robika nodded slowly, resuming her stare at the wall.
"Don't let him hurt you," she responded in a monotone. Marra frowned. Robika would have normally tried shoving Marra in hard into a relationship- but now the greenrider seemed almost as thought a relationship was more of a burden than anything else.
"How are things going with Zadari?" she asked gently. Robika blinked, then nodded.
"Splendid," she replied distantly. Marra's eyebrows contracted. Something obviously was wrong, but Marra was terrible at making people feel better when people wouldn't admit the problem. Awkwardly patting Robika on the shoulder, she said, "Let me know if there's something wrong. Haven't seen you in a while."
Robika sighed, but didn't reply. Distraught, Marra left, unsure of what to do. Her friend hadn't been herself lately, and Marra felt slightly guilty. Since she had grudgingly allowed Rawign into her comfort circle, Robika had voluntarily removed herself out.
Summoning a drudge and ordering her food, Marra pondered her relationship. Look at her. She was in Rawign's shirt when she probably would have declared it nothing more than a rag the day prior. Then she had kissed him! It was also evident that she liked his kisses more than Metrol or her other relationship, but she would never give him the satisfaction of knowing this. Smiling a little to herself, she found it amusing how she had worried so. She didn't regret this at all...
But Robika's words still stung in her ears. Rawign couldn't hurt her. Hell, he was physically incapable of hurting a bug.
Taking the food, and being relieved that she hadn't been caught without shoes, she retreated from the hall back to her boat. She hoped Rawign's bandages were being changed... Then they could go without interruption. Marra also had this odd curiosity to see if she could catch a glimpse of his wounds. It was with odd possessiveness, not unlike Mona's possessiveness over her, that she wanted to care for Rawign. She could figure out how to change his bandages. She was smart.
Silently entering the infirmary, she didn't even pause as she went straight to Rawign's cot. Setting the food beside him, she sat down. "Got some food," she told him with a small smile.
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Post by glamourie on Dec 10, 2007 6:42:23 GMT -5
Not innocent? Hmm. Rawign smiled, though it was more because he genuinely believed she wasn't. She'd put that idea into his head herself with her behavior at the Gather and though she'd implied that nothing really happened, Rawign did not yet let the idea go. He couldn't really wrap his mind around the idea of Marra not really being interested in Metrol and though he'd never have said as much aloud, he did intend to huddle around her at the next Selenitas Hold Gather. He wanted to make sure that Metrol did not get any ideas and try to touch his Marra. His, hiss hiss. He was being ridiculous, and that much he knew to be fact, but could anyone blame him? From the way the other Harper hung all over her at the Gather, it was obvious he liked her, and Rawign didn't share very well. Maybe he could set his firelizards to spy on Metrol during the next Gather. The entire time. Just to make sure he didn't get any shady ideas.
Once she was out of sight, Rawign glanced around and bit his tongue. Soon enough, one of the Healer apprentices moved over to him and took to unwinding the bandages from around his chest, with careful practiced hands. If he noticed that the shirt Rawign wore was missing, he gave no clear indication, going so far as to ignore the fact that a girl had just left from Rawign's cot area. Anyone else and the boy (who couldn't have been much older than twelve or thirteen himself) would likely have scolded them but Rawign was a journeyman and they knew each other. He wouldn't risk angering a ranking Healer by pointing out the obvious fact that he shouldn't have had a girl in his cot at all, let alone when he was injured. Were candidates even allowed to do that?
"You should be more careful," the little boy commented as he dropped the top layer of the bandages onto a tray to be carried away. What was left were the ones used to suspend the padding to his chest, over the injuries, along with the extra bandaging on his side and back. "Don't you know that felines are dangerous...?"
"Yes. We were all lucky. They use their claws to swipe, you know, then go for the throat when their prey is down. Claws to hold down, teeth at throat. That's standard hunting procedure. There were enough of us that we managed to buy ourselves time. How are Z'hin and Paryal doing, Orelin? Do you know?" Rawign cringed as one of the bandages was removed from his chest, the under side of it stained red-brown with blood, from the amount of time that it was on his chest and the fact that the injuries had bled some time after that. They were going to have to be cleaned from the sheer smell of the bandages and that made his stomach turn over unpleasantly. Rawign didn't fancy the idea of having redwort rubbed all over his skin, as that meant numbweed would be out of the question. He'd be stuck with meadowsweet tea in hopes of the pain being killed. Lovely, just lovely. Almost as an after thought, he added, "And the dragons...?"
Orelin, the young Healer, frowned and removed another of the bandages on Rawign's side, tossing it onto the pile that was forming. "The weyrling queenrider has a bad fever and has not fully regained consciousness yet. The weyrling brownrider is also not conscious, and he's rather badly hurt. Of the two, the brownrider's injuries are more severe. You got off lucky. Neither of the dragons were severely injured. They will all survive, although once Brownrider Z'hin awakens, he will have to be here at the infirmary for probably a month." He removed the last of the bandages to reveal the long gashes along Rawign's chest. Three angry claw marks formed long lines over the right side of his chest, with two much shorter claw marks to one side, from the farthest of the retractable claws. The other side of his chest faired even worse, for the cuts moved from his collar diagonally downward. The boy then moved to remove the rest of the outer layers of bandages around his side, then looked up. "I didn't know felines went to hold down. That's what your chest injuries came from. And your side...?"
"One of them surprised me, knocked me off of Jessereth. That's teeth and claws, I was on my other side when she did it," Rawign explained as he toyed, privately, with how badly injured the other two were. An overwhelming feeling of guilt washed over him, almost completely as a result of how little concern he'd had for them when he immediately woke up. Marra was the first thing on his mind, and she shouldn't have been - he should have thought far more about the others who were hurt with him. He felt cruel, and he was never cruel if he could help it.
Orelin nodded, then gingerly reached over to remove the last of the bandages covering the swipes on Rawign's side, which were by far the more severe. Trailing from just under his naval, they swept up and around his side. Five deadly slashes, twisting up, across his side enough to leave dark marks and ooze blood as the bandages were removed from over them. The marks ended halfway up his back, at just about his spine, abruptly cutting off as though the cat was moving as it jumped him - and it was, or rather, he was moving at the time. The swipes no doubt had to be cleaned thanks to the shirt he'd worn along with the dirt that rose up into the cuts themselves. They'd hurt at the time - they hurt even worse in the aftermath, and they looked almost as bad as they stung.
"I need you to move to the stool while I get the redwort wash, some water and cloths," the apprentice explained, then he spun on his heel and walked off to retrieve the aforementioned supplies, though he took the tray of bloody, used bandages with him to be disposed of. The sound left in his wake was the tell-tale jingling of pans and bowls designed for the purpose of holding medicinal washes and other liquids. It was an ominous sound.
Rawign shook his head as Orelin left and carefully stood up, his eyes going to look himself over. With the injuries cleaned, they didn't look quite as bad as he'd thought they were. He remembered so much blood, and the thought unnerved him. He took a deep breath, so as to steel himself, and then sat down on the stool with his hands coming up to his face. Movement was harder than he'd realized if only because he wasn't used to his sides being pulled that way. No doubt the injury on his back had something to do with it. The ironic thing was that he completely remembered exactly how he attained his own injuries, though he couldn't remember much past that. He had some bruising around his chest, and back, that he couldn't account for along with blisters on his hands that he also had no explanation for where they came from. But all in all, it was really strange that he knew where the cuts themselves came from without a shadow of a doubt.
A few moments later, Orelin returned with a tray of rags, and two bowls, one of redwort wash and one of water. The apprentice then sat down on the edge of the cot, turning his head to the side slightly in confusion as he noted the two firelizards still perched there. "That's not your green..."
"She's looks to her," Rawign explained as Marra returned, indicating the Healer with a sheepish smile, though he instantly wanted to recoil. The last thing he wanted was for her to see the jagged swipes up his side and across his chest, though it seemed he couldn't avoid that anymore. His stomach tightened into knots, though the fact that she brought food was slightly reassuring. At least he wouldn't be hungry while he died of embarrassment. He wasn't even so much bothered as being without his shirt (Contrary to popular belief, he was not that desperate to cling to it all the time!) as he was by having his wounds exposed to open air, and anyone coming by to see them. "Hi Marra. This is Orelin. He's helping clean these..." He bit his tongue, then glanced at Orelin.
"Food?" The apprentice raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. "The less I know, the less I have to lie. Hi, Marra. Your firelizard is pretty. Rawign will be done in just a moment." Then the young boy turned back to the bowls and retrieved one of the rags, covering it with redwort, before moving to tend to Rawign's injuries. The cloth moved with a red stain over the seventeen-turn-old's skin, causing the injuries to foam slightly. They hurt less, though, since they were relatively well cared for and it wasn't all that long since the bandages were last changed. True enough was it that Rawign would need them checked more often since he was awake, but Orelin was pleased by how little work he had to actually do. "We're going to give you some meadowsweet-flower tea. It's not as flavourful as other teas, but --"
"-- but it helps to relieve pain. Yes, I learned that a Healerhall, same as you," Rawign commented softly. "Since numbweed is not an option thanks to the redwort..."
[ Omfg, it turned into a monster D: I'm so sorry. It's huge T_T; Also, meadowsweet is used to make Bayer. </random know it all> Hope the random apprentice is okay xD;; I wanted to gush. o.o ]
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Post by Administrator on Dec 10, 2007 14:13:08 GMT -5
Marra smiled awkwardly at Orelin. How old was he? He hardly looked older than nine! He couldn't be much older than her younger brother Berellon... That little boy was about eleven right now. She should visit him sometime, she thought curiously. She knew Materin was now fifteen turns, and was almost a journeyman in the fishing craft. Berellon, last she heard, was to become a harper. That pleased her- he always had had such a nice voice. But would she ever trust Berellon with taking care of Rawign? Unlikely! Although, Rawign's wounds did look... horrible. Clucking her tongue sympathetically, she tucked some of his hair behind his ear. "Looks like you'll have a few nice scars," she told him gently, smiling a little. She hoped he would get better soon, though, she thought with frown. She didn't want him in this stupid infirmary any more.
Looking over at Orelin, she shrugged. "Thanks," she mumbled at Desdemona's compliment. She was never good at this sort of thing. "Are you sure he can't have numbweed?" she demanded, scowling. "Look, kid, if you were ripped to pieces by a feline who's bigger than you will ever be, wouldn't you want just a little numbweed?" Back to hostility. Though Rawign had slipped into her good graces by some random chance, not everyone could say that much, even if it was just a little apprentice lad. "Does this tea work well?" she asked suspiciously. She didn't want Rawign to be in pain all day.
Ignoring the obvious fact that food was not allowed, she defiantly thrust a redfruit at Rawign. "Eat," she said firmly, jumping up. Darting to an unused bed (or maybe it was used? She didn't stop to look.), she grabbed one of the veils, moving it back over to block Rawign from being seen. She didn't want him getting in trouble for eating. Sure, Orelin was little and wouldn't say anything-- or at least he better not-- but if a journeyman were to come over, she didn't want to get forced out. Not that it would be possible to force her out.
Taking a redfruit for herself, she nibbled it as she watched Rawign curiously. Mona, with a peep, rejoined Li. Hers was getting distracted again. Picking up her bit of meat that remained, she unhappily tore into it, feeling lonely. Hers was always doing other things. Cheeping out a complaint to Li, she proceeded to eat her feelings. Marra, on the other hand, reached a hand up into Rawign's hair, kissing the side of his head gently. "Does it hurt really badly, or should I force him to give you numbweed anyway?" she inquired with a slight smirk.
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Post by glamourie on Dec 10, 2007 14:36:41 GMT -5
Rawign smiled slightly. "Battle scars, yeah." At least she didn't gawk. He wasn't sure he could have managed to avoid falling apart if she'd gawked. It would be hard enough to deal with the knowledge that he was going to have at least a handful of wicked scars down on his side, not counting the ones that would remain on his chest. To think of people finding him hard to look at was... well, not something he was prepared to fully stomach. Maybe they wouldn't scar that badly? He could hope, right? A man could keep his dreams? He knew, though, from looking at them that even if the wounds scarred lightly, the white marks would always be imperfections against his tan. He wouldn't ever be able to hide them when he wasn't wearing a shirt, and the one on his collar would be visible even then. Lovely, just lovely. Stupid felines. He hoped the dragons had hurt them, and he was not normally the type of person to wish ill on any individual.
The Harper's words drew him out of his musings as Orelin actually flinched at being, what he perceived, as scolded. He glanced half-desperately between Rawign and Marra, but the Journeyman intervened, "It isn't his fault, Marra. Redwort is necessary to clean the wounds and prevent them from growing infected but it has an unfortunate side effect: it nullifies the effect of numbweed completely. He could slab enough of it on to knock me out and I wouldn't go numb," he explained with a shrug. "He could give me fellis, but we tend to choose it as a last alternative. Meadowsweet's not as strong as numbweed, but it's a better alternative than fellis to me, since numbweed is completely out of the question."
Orelin, looking thoroughly shaken up, went back to his work without a second of hesitation or response to Marra, though he did cast Rawign a grateful look. He hadn't meant to sound so scolding! If he could have given him numbweed, he would. He lightly ran the cloth over the cuts on Rawign's chest before moving to clean his side. He'd have let Rawign do it himself (and he was surprised he hadn't demanded it, actually) but he was going to eat and getting redwort all over his hands right before eating wasn't very bright.
Taking the offered redfruit with a smile, Rawign offered Orelin a glance. "When you're through, maybe you could explain to Marra how to wrap them?" The question had a purpose: if Marra had already seen the injuries, then he didn't have to put up with the infirmary anymore or strange apprentices he hardly knew coming to tsk at him for getting himself hurt and blah blah blah a Healer should know better, that sort of thing. He was fairly sure she would lecture him, too, but he preferred being lectured by someone he knew than strangers. The washes weren't hard, and Marra was likely to be able to understand how they were done just watching Orelin's actions. That was how he'd first learned. Treating flesh wounds was easy.
"If she would like me to." He didn't know Marra's rank or craft, being relatively new, and she wasn't wearing her own knots since she had on Rawign's shirt. As far as he knew, she was a Healer, though her bringing food to Rawign did suggest otherwise. He distinctly did not look, instead making himself distracted by moving the rags up to leave red stains along Rawign's side and back. He was being as gentle as he humanly could, given the amount and severity of his injuries, though.
Back at the end of the cot, Li trilled to Mona and nudged her with his head, as if to reassure her. His eyes whirled and he looked at Rawign again, worry clearly evident in their color. But Rawign was oblivious to the little bronze, as Marra being so close made him smile as he nibbled on his red fruit lightly. He was being careful in how much he ate. It tasted wonderful and he really wanted to just scarf all of it down in one or two bites, but that would surely make him sick. The amount of herbs being used to deal with the injuries, combined with his own physical state, suggested that it would be wiser for him to take it slowly and savor the taste, rather than try to gobble. No need to make himself sick.
"It hurts badly enough that I do want something to dull the pain... but meadowsweet will work." He glanced at Orelin, then decided not to speak to him for the moment, instead regarding Marra. "If he shows you how to wrap them, will you do it?" He wouldn't explain why right in front of the little apprentice, as that was rude, but he really, truly hoped she'd say yes.
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Post by Administrator on Dec 11, 2007 11:35:50 GMT -5
Marra chuckled. "Battle scars," she repeated in amusement. "It proves you're brave-- and perhaps stupid-- enough to go in to fight the felines. It's something to tell your grandchildren," she added with a laugh. "Tell them how you smashed the numbweed in one's face and saved the day. As I said, it's ballad-worthy." Winking, she paused for a moment. "You could always lie about it, though. Though anything lower than that would look stupid. I think just sticking with how you got mauled by felines is more heroic sounding. Just make sure you don't show off about it to other girls." She made a face, displeased with that idea. Like hell she'd let him flaunt off his scars in front of swooning girls. Perhaps she should scar up his face to make him less attractive... Not that he was to begin with. Oh, look, now she was turning scarlet. Shard it, couldn't she ever mask herself any more? She was a true girl now! Why did she always have to pull the girl thing at the most inopportune times?
Sighing, she shrugged. "You won't get infected," she replied in exasperation. "Therefore, numbweed should be first priority." As if it were common sense, she frowned not just at Orelin, but at Rawign, as well. They were healers, shouldn't they know this? The fact that she was outnumbered on this thought didn't bother her. She just thought it was their own ignorance. Finally, she grunted, folding her arms. "Fine. Get him the tea. Not much we can do about the numbweed now, I s'pose." Good thing Marra wasn't a healer, one might have thought, or else everyone would have been dead. At least they would have enough numbweed on to not feel their own passing.
Marra raised an eyebrow at Rawign's request. Teach her how to change bandages? Did Rawign really trust her to do something like this? Not that Marra objected, of course. She didn't like other people caring for Rawign, even if they were little boys. Her eyes flickered back over to the journeyman, smiling a little. At least her food wasn't going to waste. Telling herself to concentrate, she watched Orelin's movements with the cloth curiously. It almost made her smile grow wider. Running a cloth along Rawign's torso... No. Bad Marra. Weren't boys the ones who were supposed to think lusty thoughts? Girls were supposed to flirt and go along with it. They weren't supposed to have these dirty thoughts themselves!
“Of course I’ll do it,” she told Rawign firmly, banishing all other thoughts from her mind. That would mean this boy would be around less often, and there would be fewer interruptions… “Does that mean you’ll be able to leave the infirmary if I do?” she asked enthusiastically, sitting cross-legged as she looked at Rawign. “Because then they won’t need to do much for you. You can leave the nursing to me.” She smirked at this. Oh, she’d make a fine healer. At least, for Rawign, anyway. This was something she did not mind at all. “Just a fair warning,” she told him in a sing-song voice, “this might be my chance to pay you back for getting injured. I might just make this painful for you.” She chuckled, knowing she’d never do that, but the evilness in that chuckle leaving her words up to interpretation.
Mona crooned, slightly reassured by her bronze brother. In return, she nuzzled him gently as she saw the worry in his small, multi-faceted eyes. They could keep each other company when they were being ignored by Theirs. Their bondeds weren’t beating each other up, so she presumed it was a good thing. Nothing to be worried about, right? Anxiously, she peeped, wanting a confirmation of this guess from Li.
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Post by glamourie on Dec 11, 2007 13:57:38 GMT -5
Somehow, that had the funniest ring in his head: Fearless Rawign, clobbering all the unsuspecting felines with numbweed to the face! Unfortunately, in retrospect, he almost felt sorry for the poor creature -- or he had, until he saw the swipes up his side and across his chest. Hard to feel bad for the feline when it had done quite a number on his upper body. Still, numbweed wasn't exactly pleasant. Cooking it was worse, but in salve form it was just a reminder of the foul smell it had when it was boiling, and that was enough to make him think he may well have done worse to the dreaded cat than it did to him. The sound of the creature yelping flashed through his mind, but it was soon replaced by the half-deafening shriek that Jessereth had offered in his pain when the numerous felines attacked him. That was a sound Rawign never wished to hear again, one that would linger in the back of his mind forever... The felines had scarred him on the outside, but that sound scarred him in places no human eyes could ever see. He would never, ever forget that day at the river and it would be a long time before he felt safe there again.
"There's a chance," Rawign replied with a light nod, while Orelin worked soundlessly. The apprentice seemed convinced that Marra might turn around and yell at him or something of that nature, and Orelin responded badly to yelling. "Feline claws are dangerous, and I was in the dirt afterwards. Cleaning them is good, but they have to be checked for infection regularly due to the nature of the injuries. He's doing nothing no Journeyman wouldn't have done, and I would rather be in pain than run the risk of getting sick. He was just telling me that Paryal has wound-fever, too, when you came in. I don't want to end up like her." He'd have to spend even more time in the infirmary if that were the case and Rawign would not spend any extra time there if it could be helped. He hated being a patient. Just because he was a good one didn't mean he fancied the idea of being bedridden. He didn't.
When she suggested to get him the tea, Orelin almost shyly looked up. "If you want to continue cleaning these, I can go prepare the tea now..." It wasn't meant to sound like back-talk, and his tone implied it was meant as a compromise. He wouldn't tell her to make the tea, because it was hard to measure it right to be effective. But Orelin was still young enough that he didn't know that asking someone who wasn't a Healer to help with the injuries was probably not the best of ideas either. And Rawign did not correct him.
Instead, the Candidate gave a curt nod. "If you can help me change them, I should be free to go by the end of the day." He glanced at Orelin, who looked uncomfortable, as if not sure how to reply, and Rawign did not inquire to whether or not he knew. Odds were, the young boy didn't, and he probably thought it was a bad idea to let anyone else mess with the bandages to begin with. But Rawign didn't really care what he thought. He knew how to wrap the bandages and that part wasn't hard. His only problem was that he couldn't bandage himself due to where the injuries were. If he could, he'd have gotten up and walked right out without any hesitation or thought. He took another bite of the redfruit, savoring its taste. Shards, he'd been hungry. And she was threatening him? Pfft. "Well, if you're going to be hurting me..." He left the 'threat' open-ended, but he didn't mean it; he didn't think Marra would really hurt him. She'd had plenty of opportunities and never jumped on them. He trusted her.
Looking at the green next to him, Li cocked his head to the side and looked from her to their pets and then back again. He bounced back and forth on the end of the bed before giving a sweet flute that clearly implied there was no concern needed. His hurt, but he was happy, and even though he hurt, the happiness mattered more. Since his was happy, he didn't worry too much and it didn't look like Mona's pet was too unhappy either, so they didn't need to worry. However, Li was actually rather used to not being the center of attention, and he welcomed it as that gave him a chance to listen and observe more. He wasn't like Roxie, who always wanted attention, or Beggar who always wanted food, after all. He did, however, curl up next to Mona and focus all of his attention on her, as if to reassure her since their people were very busy. Would his attention be good enough?
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Post by Administrator on Dec 13, 2007 6:49:22 GMT -5
Rolling her eyes, Marra shook her head. “Nope,” she replied with forced cheer. “No infection would dare try and take over you on my watch.” Smiling grimly, she tried not to imagine Rawign with infections. Little stuff was probably all right- if she had an infected cut on her finger, she’d go to the infirmary for ointment and be fine. Yet for enormous wounds like Rawign’s, he might need a whole lot more ointment. “I’ll just keep you clean,” she told him, a smile brushing across her features. “Infections will think you are too clean for them to inhabit.” Ooh, goody, bathing… Or… NO. Blast the shell, why did these horrible thoughts keep inserting themselves slyly into the harper’s mind?!
Wound fever? A shadow crossed over her face. She didn’t want Rawign to suffer the stupid girl’s fate. “I’ll make sure you don’t get sick,” she told him firmly. Despite her self-confident exterior, she was in torment on the inside for fear of what could have happened to Rawign. He truly had gotten out lucky.
Nodding firmly at Orelin, she grabbed the rag from him and busied herself with running the rag down his side, her harper fingers gentle. She would let the boy make the tea so she could stay here with Rawign. “Make sure it’s as strong as you can make it,” she told him sternly, as if she were the healer and Orelin her mere underling.
She smiled. “Good. I want you out of this infirmary,” she told him bluntly, not realizing her tone might make her statement sound like an insult to the infirmary. “However, you’ll stay in my apartment instead of the candidate barracks,” she added, moving on to now speaking as though she were prescribing medicine. Being a healer was hard work! “I don’t want you to get busy goofing off with the candidates and hurt yourself more. Besides, I need to be nearby so I can change your bandages.” Marra was quite pleased with herself, for her reasoning was actually true for her, rather than resorting to a little white lie to get him to stay in her apartment. Now she had a legitimate excuse to watch over him.
Rolling her eyes at Rawign, she replied mildly, “As if you’re capable of getting back at me if I hurt you.” She paused, then grinned. “Unless, of course, you have a jar of numbweed. Then I’m doomed!” Chuckling, she pecked his cheek lightly. “Wouldn’t want to end up like your poor feline.”
Slightly reassured by Li’s light sounds, she curled up into the furs, still wishing she could sit on Hers’ shoulder. Unfortunately, Hers would probably tell her to get off, which Mona just did not want to do. At Li’s reassurance and how he curled beside her, she snuggled against him, relieved at the feeling of body heat beside her. It may only be a small little bundle of warmth, but it was big enough to swoop around her little green body. Cheeping gratefully, she rested her head on his leg, and closed her eyes, just enjoying the warmth.
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Post by glamourie on Dec 13, 2007 13:56:00 GMT -5
Keep him clean? ... Those words wrought far more thoughts than they should have, starting with the idea of Marra running her hands down his naked chest, lathering soap and -- no. No, no, no. He silently scolded himself for letting his mind go down that path, as it was bound to end badly. He'd been trying so hard to keep his mind off of anything that couldn't be considered acceptable for audiences and then she had to go and say things like that. Well, fine, it was all her fault that his thoughts were rapidly spiraling away from being 'proper'. He refused to take responsibility for the fact that he was wishing that Orelin would hurry up and go away so he could pull Marra into his lap and run his hands over all of her body. How was he supposed to avoid doing so with her cleaning the wounds, anyway? He'd have to ... focus on the pain. And not on her hands on him. Right, like he was very good at that. He forced himself to latch onto something - anything - else. Shards, why was he suddenly having so much trouble focusing? He'd never been so flustered around Marra before. Then again, she'd also never come to the infirmary just to stay with him because he was hurt before. Nor had they ever kissed before. And he'd never been ripped open by felines before. They seemed to be setting a lot of precedents.
Eyes of the richest, deepest, darkest green followed Orelin as he walked away, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Rawign almost, almost wished he'd stayed. It was hard for him to focus with Orelin there. Without him, he didn't trust himself not to act on all of the temptations he was feeling. But soon enough, the boy was gone, leaving Rawign alone with Marra and he didn't complain, didn't even consider calling the young boy back. His eyes lifted up to Marra, and a slight smile twitched on his face as she launched into what he felt was a tirade. But... stay? At her apartment? With her? Alone? Was he even allowed to do that? Wasn't there some rule about candidates staying in the candidate barracks? Then again, he was fairly sure he fell under special circumstances and he didn't care enough about the rules to question her if it meant that he would get to spend more time with her. If the choices he had were between Marra, and a bunch of noisy male candidates, he thought it was pretty obvious which he'd pick. She wasn't usually noisy. And she was his... friend? Was that the right term?
"Are you sure you're okay with me spending what could be several sevendays in your apartment?" he inquired, almost casually. He didn't mind it, as he happened to like Marra's apartment, but... people were finicky about their space. He didn't think Marra would have offered unless she was sure, but raised as he was, Rawign couldn't bring himself to not at least confirm. Ligna and Rawn never raised no fools, and both of his parents were quite firm about their children being polite. Just because they weren't the children of Holders didn't mean they shouldn't know their place. And their place was to speak with dignity and propriety at all times, to regard others with consideration and to behave respectfully. Rawign had grown up some in that he wasn't quite as completely polite at all times, but he did try to treat people with respect. "You make it sound like the infirmary is such a bad place. You do know that as soon as I can move some, I'll be coming back here anyway?" He tried to spend quite a bit of free time in the infirmary with patients. While he wasn't around as often as Kalierre, he did consider it very important to be there as often as he could.
A slender eyebrow raised as he regarded Marra, a slight smile ghosting over his features. The black-haired boy leaned forward just slightly. "I'm fairly sure I could get you back anytime I wanted," he murmured, but his tone was just slightly suggestive, and he wasn't even entirely sure what prompted that response, except that he was betting there were far better ways to make Marra pay for 'hurting' him than numbweed. He'd never thought about such things before, but... Marra seemed to have a talent for erasing many things on his list of 'never having done.' He didn't point that out to her, though. He instead indicated the redwort, as he heard Orelin on the other side of the infirmary fussing to make the tea. All else aside, he really did need help with cleaning the injuries. "Orelin only managed to finish cleaning the cuts on my chest. The ones on my side and back are left -- oh, look at them."
Rawign glanced down at the end of the bed, where Li trilled quietly to Mona before letting his eyes fall closed. He looked, for all the world, as if he was going to sleep, and Rawign actually blinked. "He never lets other firelizards near him. Thinks he's too good for them, I expect. Roxie won't even perch next to him unless she has to, because he ignores her... he must like Desdemona a lot."
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