we live lives that are rich and blessed [Dorava]

[dragon]

Dorava smiled, and nodded. "It's kind of hard to lose a touch when you stay in practice." She assured him, with a grin. She wasn't very good at being funny herself, but she could appreciate others being funny. It was a nice change, for sure. A bit odd that he apparently didn't know that, but hey. Learn something new every day, no? "Personally, I think you're very talented, in many things." Dorava gave a small, singular nod. "You're a good wingleader, for one. You're a good rider. And I am sure there are many other things you are good at that I have not had the opportunity to see." She grinned, and shrugged.

Dorava sighed, and then nodded. "She'll get over it. Probably sooner than I like. Not saying I like her this way, mind you, but ... mrph." She paused for a moment, and then laughed again. "Seasons? Nice. Yeah, I guess so! Dragon seasons as good as any, eh?" Dorava giggled a bit, then suddenly took on a startled look as Mi'rah began to go down, fence creaking the whole way.

"Hold on!" She squeaked, diving off the rail herself. Landing square and solid on both feet though, she did her best to move faster than he stumbled. Dipping down, she caught him by wrapping an arm across his chest from one shoulder down to around the other side. Having a secure hold there that allowed her to keep him from smacking his face off the ground, she then lost her own footing on the leaves. Squeaking in surprise, Dorava managed to only barely break her own half-stumble by sticking her other arm out to catch herself. Once stable again, she inhaled a moment, realized what exactly had happened, and then laughed.

"Yeah ... sure. Walk sounds nifty." she agreed, releasing her hold on him when she saw he was secure in controlling which direction he was going.

[Lotty]

He was caught. Kind of. He at least didn't face plant into the dirt quite as hard as he expected and he did have the reassurance of arms wrapped around him. How sweet. Although it was slightly alarming that ever since arriving in this place he had been saved by women time and time again - his inner Bendenite sexist was so distraught - he was ever so thankful not to feel a total collision with the ground and was able to sink into the grass of his own volition rather than a true "fall". Exhaling and free from her secure grasps he was content with rolling himself onto his back and taking a little breather. More than anything he felt lucky to have not fallen victim to a heart attack or stroke.

Accordingly he draped a hand over his heart subconsciously and decided to take a moment to chill and reconsider the option of a walk, and although coaxing her into just laying there with him was very tempting, she did just agree to a walk, and he hardly was difficult enough to battle with that. It took only a few seconds for him to say, "Okie dokie," in his usual cutesy way, before pulling his upper body up ad glancing lamely at his bum leg. By this point in the day it was quite the struggle to expect the tired appendage to do much more than it really had to and some help had to come his way. Hopefully.

"I'd really love a hand. If you would," but who could really deny him when he always asked so nicely? He was something of a charmer too, even if he didn't know it. Canting his head to his side and offering out his hand expectantly he asked her, "I wonder how it is we never really met before. I mean we were both from Benden right?" or at least that is what he had heard, yet despite what had seemed like a lifetime there he didn't remember ever getting to know the woman, which he supposed was a personal loss for him.

[dragon]

Dorava sat down in the leaves and watched Mi'rah for a moment, before shaking her head with a grin. "That was so completely graceful of both of us." She commented, with a snicker. Yay ... falling off a fence. And then falling over the person falling trying to stop them from falling ... yeahhhh ... probably a good thing they didn't have any spectators, or there might have been some applause for that one.

However, seeing how Mi'rah landed on the ground and rolled over, it caused a bit of worry. "Are you alright? Nothing hurt?" But almost as soon as she said it, he was sitting up and asking for a hand up. Not hurt too terribly, then, though he did look ... like he'd rather not get up. But he'd asked. So Dorava levered her own self up off the ground, dusted the leaves off her bum, and then reached over to grab his forearm and haul him to his feet, too. Thankfully, she was not short, and neither was she lightly built. Yay youth of beastcrafting to give a lass a stout build!

She blinked once, at the question that followed, and she blushed just a bit again. "Well ... that's actually kind of simple. Really. Um ..." How to say it and not rankle any feathers? Well ... he had to be here in Selenitas for a reason. So ... "Yeah, I'm originally from Benden." She admitted. "I don't ... particularly ... like to remember that. Um. I kinda had two marks against me. I was female, and I rode green. So, yeah. I kinda spent a lot of my time keeping my head down, if you know what I mean. So ... I didn't go around meeting a lot of people. Much less anyone from your ... um ... caste. If you ... know what I mean." She colored again, but it was embarrassment that did it. These things weren't exactly nice to say. But how else to explain? "I ... I kinda left discreetly. People back there prolly thought I died. Um ... Yeah. We flew straight across the ocean." Mostly cause they had no idea where they were going, but that was a different matter.

Dorava could easily see how she'd never actually met Mi'rah. Too easily. In fact, she had so thoroughly not met him that she'd not known he was Benden...

[Lotty]

"Hmmm?" he asked before taking the hand and pulling himself (and his cane) up with her help. Up on his feet he was better able to assess his condition and after dusting himself off he found that Peccadillo was still clinging next to his neck, hissing and broadcasting the whole time, Clumsy...dopeymine. But she was just fine and she would most definitely survive. Stretching and feeling around he didn't notice anything wrong with him. His leg only hurt as much as it usually would, but generally the man was good at taking his share of punches and found himself with nothing more than a slightly bruised ego. All in all, nothing new.

"I'm ok I think," looked at himself again as if he wasn't exactly sure before glancing up at Dorava and smoothing down a renegade patch of hair, "we were going to go walking yes?" He subtly tried to find a spot near her side, intending to let her decide what way she wished to go. After all, Mi'rah felt like he was tagging along on her walk anyway...he was like a hitch-hiker, probably one of those weird ones nobody really wanted around at that. That didn't stop him from being a little antsy about their excursion, little did most people know, he did like little hikes. Running was a definite no, but a leisurely stroll was something he was more than happy to do.

A wrench was thrown into his plans however. He didn't really expect her to be so...hurt was it? All because he made a little comment, it was just a passing thought to him, "Oh I see," but not really. He never thought himself so high and mighty to be in another "caste", though perhaps he had spent so much time looking up that he had ever seen what was below? No, he refused to think himself as ignorant, "I....well I had a few strikes against myself..." elaboration was hard to come by from the bronzerider, which definitely was part of his issue with conversation, "though I imagine...I mean," well he wasn't even going to try to put himself in the shoes of another. Time to lighten it up?

He gave her a punch in the arm and laughed a little, "Hey, they probably think I'm dead too...fallen down a well or off the side of a cliff you know? Although I didn't have to fly straight across the ocean. I guess a bronzerider priviledge?" Or he knew the coordinates from the siege, though that would hardly be apropos to mention. Maybe it would be better to keep things vague for now, it would hardly earn him any points with her if he lost all sense of mystery.

[dragon]

Dorava smiled slightly as Mi'rah managed to get up and found little to nothing wrong with his person other than a pissed off mandyr. Which ... was normal, for most mandyrs. She tucked her hands into her pockets once he no longer needed her, and waited for him to get situated. Once he was ready, Dorava started off on a slow walk that she hoped was a good pace for his gimpy self to keep.

Now that she thought about it, she couldn't say as she'd seen Mi'rah walk much of anywhere. This was probably why. He may or may not have been ignorant about things in Benden, but Dorava was undeniably too wrapped up in what she was doing to not be ignorant about things at Selenitas. She honestly hadn't known that Mi'rah was in such a bad way when it came to getting around. A cane! And he was her wingleader. That was pretty bad, if she didn't even know her own wingleader couldn't walk real easily. Or get on and off a fence without falling. She chewed her lip for a moment, thinking that she really needed to get her head out of the sharding sand.

What else didn't she know, that she ought?

He fumbled and flailed over the whole Benden thing. Dorava shook her head, dismissing it. "Don't worry about it. That's in the past." She shrugged. "Nothing for it. We both lived through it." She flashed him a smile, trying to apologize for making him so uncomfortable. Shards, but she needed to learn to keep her mouth shut. She was pretty convinced it was why most people didn't like her. She either said the wrong thing, said too much, said too little, or didn't talk when she was supposed to. She was so inept it wasn't even funny anymore.

Sigh. She was better with animals.

She did smile at his attempt to lighten things up, and didn't bother to tell him that he was probably right. Aonith had flown straight because Dorava couldn't find coordinates for the Weyr. They'd had to hunt for it on gut instinct and stubbornness. All while the green was fighting a raging infection from a battlewound gone bad. But, maybe wisely, she didn't tell him that. Some things were best left unsaid. It was a sad time, a stressful time, and she'd left for a reason. Dredging it up wasn't going to do anyone any good. She had a hard time imagining Benden thinking that one of the bronzeriders was dead, though. "Yeah. I guess. Were you really that prone to falling off of stuff?" She asked, teasingly, making a light jab at his recent spill off the fence.

[Lotty]

"Prone?" He asked slightly incredulously as he walked by her side. Apparently she didn't know the half of it. He was coordination inept. He was notably better from F'ur's regular ass-handing beatdown sessions, but that didn't change the fact that Mi'rah was the least graceful person he had ever met, and it really was some kind of other worldly providence that had kept him from falling off the side of his weyrledge many a time, and the bronzerider would be the first to admit this fault of his. One must admit their weakness, one must say they are bad at somethings lest you lose credibility in your actual area of expertise.

In other words: nobody liked a braggart and Mi'rah was the number one champion of this fact, swiftly picking out the right words to explain his atrocious motor skills, but ironically spitting them out too fast leaving him stuttering and stammering again, "I just - well um. Yes. I am like....uh. I just to be told I was kind of like a big, dumb, blundering, herdbeast," he smiled unafraid to say something so negative about himself, "My mother told me it was because I learned to walk before I crawled. Now I'm all mixed up. I don't know how truthful that is. Sounds a little like a wive's tale."

Having recoiled his hand back from his friendly little tap on her arm, he nervously sought for a place to put it as the other was occupied with the cane and it felt only fair for it to do something as well. His sights slid over to the greenrider and though a more confident and suave man would have reached his arm out to link with hers, this was Mi'rah, and he was too busy contemplating all of the horrible possible outcomes that the risk seemed too great. Besides, he reassured himself, she was just a friend, and they had only started talking today. It very much wasn't appropriate.

"But I mean..." he had finally settled on hiding his hand in a jacket pocket, "you know some healing stuff right? If I do get hurt you'll be able to save me right? Oh and!" The idea occurred to him before, but now that the opportunity had arisen he was a tad more excited, "Maybe you can teach the wing a little bit of first aid? Not a lot, but....stuff we might need should we take a long sort of camping trip in the jungle..." He wasn't going to elaborate on that since it was a fleeting idea. A dangerous fleeting idea, but that was how the majority of the thoughts in Mi'rah's head worked.

He looked forward to the horizon again, while Kierjaarth behind them lifted his head from the grass and snorted as he lazily tried to get up to his own bronzen feet. Of course the man would just run off without him, tisk tisk. The dragon didn't truly mind though, it was good he thought that the man was actually socializing. With females. Very important factor. Will you be back at the weyr later? Of course. Mi'rah bit his lip briefly and turned to Dorava and lightly teased, "You have any idea where we are headed?"

[dragon]

Dorava just looked at Mi'rah a moment, before laughing softly. "You'd be surprised how quick and fast those 'big lumbering' herd beasts can be, Mi'rah." There had been quite a few of them that had scared the snot out of her, at various stages of her life. Going from being the slow plodding creatures everyone knew, to suddenly faster than blazes, agile, and very very powerful. It was especially alarming when they got so up in arms they started chunking clods of earth in all directions. Scary indeed. "I have a healthy respect for them critters." She admitted. "As for the learning to walk before learning to crawl ... I think that is an exaggeration, yeah." Dorava grinned a bit, thinking on that. "I kinda hate to go around suggesting things when I'm so very terrible at life myself, but ... have you tried any of the slow exercises?" Dorava could say she wasn't clumsy, though. One couldn't be clumsy, leap off cliffs, and expect to survive the experience. So, no. She wasn't clumsy.

Dorava was silent for a few minutes as she considered his question. Did she dare? Kalierre might kill her for it. After a moment, she heaved a slow sigh. "That depends on who you ask. I like to think I have some healing knowledge, yes. I certainly did a lot of studying. Read everything I could get my hands on. Did everything I was allowed to do. Some people are of the opinion that you can't learn anything from reading, though." She looked at him. "I'm confident enough in my ability to treat my own dragon, if that is worth anything."

Wait. Teach the others? She paled a bit at that. "Teach the wing?" Dorava asked, uncertainly. "I ... I ... um. I don't think ... Kali would have my head." She explained. "Or R'wign would. One. They don't consider me having any skill at all, see. And if I tried to teach anyone ... they'd have my head. If I taught someone, who then went on, got hurt, tried to patch it up ... or patch up someone else that got hurt ... they'd really have my head. Do you see?" She tried to explain. "Faranth forbid if anyone died..."

"I'd like to be able to help like that ... but maybe teaching the wing should be left to an actual Healer. I'm not even an apprentice anymore. I was ... evicted. If you will." Dorava shrugged. Partly by walking out, partly by being thrown out. Both ends had had enough of the situation. She was a failure, and knew it.

She blinked at the question of where they were going. She grinned a moment, and looked over at him again, before searching out ahead of them with her gaze. Lifting one hand and waving it vaguely in that direction, she said. "Somewhere that way, I guess."

[Lotty]

He was totally taking it as a compliment. The whole herdbeast thing. He also was going to go ahead and take the fondness for the creatures comment as being code for the fact that she was fond of him. Not in any other way than a friendly one of course, but he did want to feed his ego every once and a while, so it didn't really hurt too much to make some vague connections between his ox-like coordination and her good humored laughs. He was pondering on the subject when and about to ask her about where the respect she had for the livestock all came from when she asked him something about exercises.

He didn't really know what to say because frankly he had no idea what a slow exercise was? Like stretching or something? He didn't want to admit his ignorance because he was supposed to be leading a fighting wing and he was already so self conscious about the fact that F'ur was kicking his ass on a regular basis that he wouldn't know what to do if he was a complete dunce about some other physical type thing. Certainly there was a polite way of saving his own face and he replied with a, "Pardon, I missed that, what about exercises?" Smooth.

Just when he thought that he would be out of woods with everything and that the conversation would begin to take flight she...more or less denied his request, leaving him baffled. Wait! What? No. He had posed it as a question for etiquette's sake - politeness theory was alive and well in this one - but he was realizing now that he simply needed to make commands. He slowed in his pace again, "I wasn't asking Kalierre or R'wign. I was asking you," he paused. The truth was he probably wouldn't ask R'wign for much of anything unless he was in the most dire of situations. He'd have to have his guts sprawled out on the floor before resorting to that man after how horrible of a jackass the healer made him out to be.

"What could you have done to get evicted. Wait. I don't want to know. The point is, that this is my wing, not Kali's and not R'wign's and I wouldn't tell them how to run the infirmary so they can't tell what to do with those under me..." a moment of pride perhaps? Had he started to collect some sense of self? Was his inner bronzer showing? "I'm not going to make you do it. All I asked for was some first aid lessons. No need to conduct surgery."

[dragon]

Dorava looked at him for a moment, before grinning slightly. "Slow exercises, I said." She repeated. Surely one word didn't get lost that easily? Or was she mumbling? Maybe she was mumbling. Not used to talking to ranking riders and all that jargon. Oh shards, was she making a fool of herself? And he'd been being so nice, too. It never occurred to her that he might not know what those were.

She blanched again at being reprimanded for her answer. "Yes, sir." She answered, simply. "I'll do my best." So. Now she was really in for it. Shard if she didn't shard if she did. Trapped between a rock and a cliff. Sigh. Oh well, it wasn't really anything new. But wait ... maybe if she went to Kali first about it, before the first lesson she was supposed to teach. Got some pointers from the dragonhealer. Hopefully she wouldn't flip out if Dorava explained she didn't exactly have a choice in the matter, that Mi'rah ordered her to give the instruction? She chewed her bottom lip in thought, trying to find any crack to wiggle through and not get her head removed for the effort.

Dorava looked up again, though, determined to not walk around like a cowed mutt faced with two displeased masters giving conflicting orders. It was hard, though. To figure out what was the right thing to do. She would have to talk to Aonith about it. The old green tended to have some fascinatingly well developed insight into matters, usually being the wise one of the pair. That sure didn't say a whole lot for Dorava, but the woman had accepted it a long time ago. "I'll need a little time to get some materials together for it, and get some plan sorted out. I should be able to give a basic run down in about a week?" She offered, hoping that would appease her wingleader.

[Lotty]

He was...strangely proud of himself for a moment as he realized that asserting himself had worked. The bronzerider had just actually told someone to do something any they were complying and he would have just continued to feel damn good about it if it had been anybody other than greenrider Dorava. Sure, it was important to start small but it seemed too easy to boss around women and just look at her.... He took a moment away from being impressed with himself to notice her face lose color. Mi'rah just couldn't win now could he?

Instantly he softened his face and loosened his stance and sympathetically offered his understanding as if he could somehow fix this situation. He thought that he had asked her nicely enough the first time, but perhaps he had messed up somewhere along the way, "I mean," he briefly touched her shoulder, "I didn't mean to tell you what to do. I just wanted you to deny me because you didn't want to...I don't really like hearing that you won't do something because of what everyone tells you," especially since those people weren't in charge of her anymore, "just take your time. I'm not in any rush."

Now that he had effectively un did all those strides he had made in be authoritative for the sake of being liked - because Faranth forbid a girl didn't like him - he decided to cover it all up and forget about it. Resorting to his safe and comfortable smile, the bronzerider took another step forward to encourage them to continue to walk before they lost anymore light and awkwardly continued polite conversation, "S-so what is all of this business you were speaking of slow exercises. I think you need to.....enlighten me."

[dragon]

Dorava shook her head. "No, it's not that. Really. I mean ... I'd love to share that with the wing. I'm even, actually, honored that you even asked me, instead of ... you know. Going to an actual healer in the infirmary for that. Really. But it's just ..." She trailed off, and winced, before making an effort to go on. "I don't like making anyone mad. And I fear that this will. But there may yet be a way around that, if I am careful." She shrugged. "I'll give it my best shot."

First aid was easy. There was not a whole lot to first aid, really. Emergency first response wound care, stopping people from bleeding to death ... thread scores, bites and stings, things of that nature. She could cover it easily. It wasn't like she was trying to teach a bunch of barbarians brain surgery or anything.

She offered a small smile to Mi'rah, trying to ease the strain she was apparently putting on him, by having problems with something he wanted done. "Don't worry. I'll get it done."

For a little while she was quiet again, as she walked alongside Mi'rah, gathering her thoughts. "Slow exercises are the ones that build fine motor control, strength, and stamina. The fast exercises only built strength minimally, with most of their focus on, obviously, speed. Watch. When you swing your arm fast, you swing it, and bam, it's there." She demonstrated, lashing one arm out across the air in front of her as she walked. "It takes a certain amount of energy. But if you make the same motion slowly;" Again she demonstrated, moving the same arm the same way, only slowly, and more fluid. "It takes more energy, but it doesn't feel like it. It is also building strength and stamina from that. For you have to hold the arm out there longer, keep it steady, and all that. But also, the slower motion allows you to get some finer motorfunction going. So you go from ..." She paused a moment, and tried to not wince. She should have thought about her wording before she started. Cause this was going to sound like an insult, when it wasn't. "... clumsy, to graceful. Instead of just jerky, wonky flailing around, you get the powerful balance and grace." She shrugged.

"With practice, you can add speed if you wish, but a hold is only as stable as its foundation. Like so." Dorava was suddenly all movement, moving away out in front of where Mi'rah was walking, keeping up with his walking pace but also doing a workout that used every muscle in her body. It was slow in that it was not the flash-bang that people like F'ur tended to demonstrate, but not so slow as that she was left behind by the walking wingleader. It was very reminiscent of a walking Taichi, the fluid motions blending one into the next. After a few yards of that, however, she stopped, flowing right back into walking again.

She grinned at him. "Don't be fooled, though. It's just as much of a workout as anything else." If not more so, if one wasn't used to working on those aspects.

[Lotty]

"Good," he smiled and nodded before reaffirming his comment again, "very good," and retreated back into his mind into a safe place where the wingleader could attend to some housekeeping type matters and fill in his blanks in his weekly drill regimen. As horrible as it would sound, he would just be distraught if the woman had said no, the man was becoming exhausted with ideas for new tasks and lessons for his wingmembers and first aid made for the perfect transition into their coming activities. After that little mission he had in mind the man had the craziest idea of them all: a sevenday reprieve. Vacation for the entire wing as a reward for being such good sports through all of the hell he had been giving them.

After that though, it was right back to the grind, and he would have them all training for this rumored inter-wing capture the flag game that had been thrown around. While everyone else might have been joking, Mi'rah didn't quite pick up on humor all the time and this was taking the proposed event very seriously.

"Clumsy to graceful?" He wasn't offended, he was just doubtful that at his age he could ever achieve such a state. Mi'rah was quick to put himself down, and couldn't imagine himself not knocking over people's drinks or falling over his own feet. Maybe it was just him being too stubborn and not wanting to admit that walking in slow motion would do anything but make him look silly, "I don't know about this, I think I might be better off practicing that in the privacy of my own weyr..." although he did give her the benefit of the doubt and displayed for a moment his own attempts.

Picking up his cane and holding it out to his side for balance, he slowly put one foot in front of the other, while carefully holding the poses just long enough. It made him too wobbly and he promptly stuck his crutch out in front of him and returned to his normal gait, "I'll be better for you next time we meet," he laughed a little bit, "Can you believe that a bronzerider would be too prideful to be caught failing at something in public?" He looked at their surroundings for clues of the time and mentioned to the woman, "We should start working our way back to the Weyr proper shouldn't we? I'd hate to be caught out here with all of the felines coming so close these days..." and he was sorry but he'd be little help should the creatures attack. Well other than falling over and being the easy, juicy, tasty prey.

[dragon]

Dorava watched with some humor as Mi'rah took the slow workout idea and tried to apply it to walking. Why anyone would want to walk slowly, she had no idea. But ... at least he was being a sport. When he abruptly decided to quit that, she couldn't help but laugh a little, in agreement with the choice to quit while he was ahead. "That wasn't quite what I meant." She told him, with a shrug. "Just ... whatever you attempt, be careful about it."

"I can." Dorava remarked, truthfully. For in her experience, Bronzeriders were the most prideful lot, and really, honestly - no one liked to be witnessed failing at something. That was only magnified for prideful people. "I can't blame you thought. I find failure rather embarrassing my self, too." She added, trying to keep from being insulting.

"Back?" She paused and looked around, then up at the sky. "I suppose so. I guess we walked further than I thought." She didn't normally wander this far ... nevermind it wasn't all that far. Usually she turned around at the pens. Dorava especially didn't walk off at any distance by herself. Not that she was by herself, but there wasn't exactly a green dragon towering over her either. Dorava shrugged, and stopped, pausing long enough for Mi'rah to turn around, before picking up his pace again to walk back with him.

"Won't the next time we meet be tomorrow morning at drills?" Dorava asked, thoughtfully, somewhat poking fun at a comment he had made, all in good fun. Overnight was a might short time for anyone to improve at anything. She grinned at him a little bit, to make sure he knew that she was just poking at him and deliberately being absurd.

[Lotty]

"Well of course I'll see you tomorrow morning..." he reassured the woman as he turned and headed back to the Weyr in somewhat synchronized steps with the greenrider. Their paces would never be perfectly in line, not with the way Mi'rah favored the left leg, but he could at least match her speed, "I'm not counting drills though..." Because he wouldn't dare try those exercises in front of the wing. First of all F'ur would probably feel undermined or at very least ticked that he was taking diversions from his training routine, and the rest of the wing such as K'thay or T'san would most likely feel some intense second-hand embarrassment .

Yeah, he was going to keep this all between Dorava himself, "I meant like...next time we run into each other?" He cocked his head and looked at the woman for some kind of confirmation. The bronzerider wasn't exactly confident that he could ever arrange a meeting with her, but statistically there was a high probability that some time they would bump into each other and he was going to take great comfort in this fact before biting his lip and pressing on in their path back past the feeding pens.

Kierjaarth was gone by now. The bronze wasn't likely to stick around anyway, he was liked to pick and choose when to coddle and when to punish his rider, and today the dragon thought it was proper for Mi'rah to have to go through the extra trouble and walk himself across the bridge and up the stairs to the room. The dragon began to reason to the rider from his ledge, that it was that much more time with Aonith's and if anything he should be thanked for his brilliance. That was debatable, "Shall I walk you to your weyr or should I leave you here?" The man asked when the choice presented itself.

[dragon]

((jsyk, since I fail at describing these things, she was trying to demonstrate something similar to tai chi or another such slow art that builds strength and coordination <3 ))

Dorava nodded in agreement. Of course they would. They had drills and what not. Oh ... he wasn't counting drills. She looked over at him again, her attention effectively captured. "Oh. Well ... I don't know when I'd randomly run into you again. I mean ... well ... " this was difficult. " ... I mean ... unless I started stalking you or something. And that's not exactly ... randomly running into you. Not to mention it would be downright weird. But, all that aside, I know I am rambling again ... If you want to see me for whatever reason, Mir'ah, I'm just a call away." She smiled slightly. Surely her own wingleader knew that he could call on his wingmembers any time he wanted?

She was careful to not walk too fast, upon realizing that he was trying to match her pace. When she wasn't thinking about it, Dorava could really cover some ground when just walking ... between a long stride and having grown up keeping up with stock that walked faster than most people ... she had a pretty fast walk on her. So in noting what he was doing, and aware he had difficulty with walking, she made sure to keep her stride short and slower. More normal for most folk, even if even that might be a touch more than Mir'ah strictly should be attempting, with that bad leg. She couldn't help but admire him, though, for putting forth so much of an effort despite the injury. Some people just didin't bother, instead playing up their problem. But then - he was a bronzerider. Bronzes didn't choose their lifemates lightly. Nevermind how much Mir'ah thought he wasn't really the type for it, Dorava disagreed. He showed his mettle in other ways that were just as if not more admirable.

Case in point: offering to walk her to her place, despite everything. "Well ... that's mighty kind of you, really." Dorava answered. She'd actually been planning to go to the hall and get some hot klah, but she wasn't going to tell him that. "Are you sure you're up to a trek of that many stairs, though?" She asked, hoping that didn't come out sounding insulting. She didn't mean to insinuate that he couldn't or shouldn't or anything like that .... but they were kinda pretty low. Like ... all the way at the bottom. And her weyr was all the way at the top. That was a lot of stairs, for someone who was gimpy, had a hard time walking normally, and had difficulty managing a fence. No, she wasn't trying to insult him. Just look out for his well being. "You can if you like, but please don't feel obligated." Dorava offered. "I think I have some tea." only after she said it did it occur to her that not everyone liked tea. Most liked klah ... that beverage she didn't have any of in her weyr. Mostly because she liked it too and had already drank it all! "Or ... um. I don't know."

Shards. She was as clumsy with words as he was with climbing fences!