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Post by raii on Jul 13, 2010 16:27:39 GMT -5
Perion was wandering semi-aimlessly through the jungle. He made sure to remember the way he had come, but seemed to meander in every direction. He was bored. Not surprising, coming from him. He just didn't care about anything. As the kind of person who could be mugged and not care, he was completely laid-back.
As a result, he didn't see the thick web of roots under his feet.
His foot caught the root with a surprising precision, and his face hit the ground. His head hit a large rock, his neck snapping loudly. Dots of grey colored the edges of his sight as his world went out of focus. His vision faded to black.
He opened his eyes a few minutes later, blinking in the bright light.
What was he doing on the ground? He was going to ruin his dress! Perion tried to lift his head, only to see that he was wearing slacks and a shirt. He frowned. Man clothes. Ick. He groaned and rubbed his--her--neck. Yes, he thought he was a girl. Was thoroughly convinced of it, in fact. When would someone come save him?
He was a lady after all. Ladies couldn't be expected to carry themselves to the infirmary.
He struggled to sit up, eventually giving up. "Uh, could someone help me? Please?" It was late afternoon, but the forest was dark. Did he hear a feline? Was it watching and waiting? Ready to eat him-her? He let out a soft cry, pathetic and similar to the mew of a young feline, coincidentally. He was so scared. The forest was deep and dark, no place for a lovely lady such as himself.
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Post by rii on Jul 13, 2010 19:24:38 GMT -5
That.. sound..
F'lix narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to try and hear a repeat of the whimper. The sound paired with the unskilled traversing of the jungle terrain. Heavy fall of boots, the crash of leaves being pushed aside. Someone was lost in the jungle – if the pitiful cry he heard was being translated properly to the other noises he heard. Not a threat, no, people who stumbled through the trees was no one to raise an alarm. Yes, true to his assumptions, there came the pleading words.
Should just let the idiot wander on, expire due to his own idiocy, but..
Rising from his watchful postion in the trees, F'lix slid his bow over his shoulder and made his way down the branches until he drop – landly lightly against the jungle floor with a faint crunches of dead leaves under his boots. With practiced ease F'lix approached the direction of the wanderer. A rather.. tall.. fellow. Golden eyes remaining narrowed, F'lix cocked his head to the side as he silently examined the gash on the side of Perion's head. The blood appeared to have clotted, making the wound recent but.. old. Such a strange expression on the giant's face as well..
"Lost?"
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Post by raii on Jul 13, 2010 21:27:44 GMT -5
Finally, his prayers were answered. A young man appeared out of no where, asking if he was lost. "Well, uh, not exactly." Perion grinned and pointed to his head. "I kind of fell..." He gave a sheepish smile. Such a smile would be rather endearing on a small woman, but on Perion it seemed rather misplaced. His usually deep voice was a tone higher, as if his mind wanted to make him sound like a female.
"Could you help me?" He blinked up at F'lix through what he assumed were sweet wide eyes. "I should probably get to the infirmary." His head did hurt. It made him think. How did he end up here? He'd been taking a walk...for some reason...and he fell? Maybe? He didn't quite remember yet.
Still, in the presence of someone else, Perion struggled to lift his head and upper body. With a delicate, ladylike motion, he swept the dirt off of his pants. How embarrassing. He was just an ordinary little lady, fallen on his head. He touched his hand to his head, a shocked expression covering his face.
It was going to scar. Ladies weren't supposed to scar. It just wasn't right. It was close enough to his hair line that he could hide it with enough effort, but still. It was ugly. He frowned. Why did he have to have an ugly scar?
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Post by rii on Jul 13, 2010 22:53:56 GMT -5
"Is that so.." F'lix toned softly, brows raising with the words. The bluerider couldn't help but blankly stare at the man nearly a head taller than himself. Each bizarre, seemingly naive, contortion of expression only served to make F'lix more and more speechless. Paired with the light, soft voice pitched up a couple of notches – the guy was putting on quite the farce or that bump to the head rattled a few screws loose in the process.
Now, normally F'lix might tug Perion down a few inches to get a better look at the gash. Yet, for some reason, Perion seemed too.. delicate .. to treat in such a manner. As if the tall youth would scramble away from him and call him a brute for treating him so roughly. F'lix managed a silent nod to Perion's request, pivoting on heel to head back in the direction of the weyr. Lilitu appeared on his shoulder to warily watch Perion.
"I didn't catch your name.."
F'lix half-watched him over his shoulder, wondering what the shocked expression meant. Sudden remembrance of something important? No, now he looked sad. Shards, wearing his heart on his sleeve. So bizarre. Giving into curiosity, F'lix gave a small sigh before putting voice to question. "Something wrong?"
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Post by raii on Jul 15, 2010 18:12:47 GMT -5
"Name..."
What was his name again? Perion drifted into his mind, but that couldn't be right. That was certainly not a ladylike name. His name would be something like...Kara...or Lira...something short and feminine. Why couldn't he remember his name? "I...don't remember. Something with four letters?" Four letter names were more elegant than long, obnoxious names, and yet not too short to feel butchered. Four letters.
He frowned. "This is going to scar, isn't it? It's going to be rather ugly, don't you think?" He touched it for a second, looking at the brownish blood on his hand. "A girl's worst nightmare, a scar on her face," he sighed. His expression was downcast, his desire to get to the infirmary gone. Even all the scar cream in the world wouldn't make a scar go away completely. If it did, it would be when he was at the end of his days, old and ugly and in his thirties. When he stopped being attractive.
It seemed the female version of Perion was quite vain. Perhaps the mixture of confidence in his looks, fright, and helplessness had made him believe he was a girl. Was Perion sexist? Not exactly. He simply had only known one woman. She was selfish, vain, frightened, and helpless. At least in his mind. He might be a vain woman, but he was also shy, especially when it came to men.
He wanted F'lix to carry him to the infirmary, of course. Little did he know, he was a tall man and nearly impossible to carry. No, he believed he was a delicate, petite young woman, an easy load to carry. So why didn't he offer? Perion had hinted that he needed to go to the infirmary, but F'lix just seemed confused.
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Post by rii on Jul 16, 2010 9:39:02 GMT -5
Loon.
F'lix had been leaning toward a wholly unoriginal 'weird guy' as a reference name, but if it had to have four letters who was the bluerider to say otherwise. He didn't realize how fitting the name was until Perion's following admission of words. It halted F'lix on the spot, the dragonrider pivoting sideways with puzzlement clear on his expression. "What?"
No, he didn't really need a repeating but still – what? F'lix's lips opened and closed a few times as he attempted to find the words to call Perion out on the ruse. That expression though, so innocent and helpless on Perion's face, was far too genuine. There were those men in Birta that liked to dress up as woman, even pitching their voices high – enjoying it as if it were a favored hobby. They didn't look anymore like women than the guy in front of F'lix.
Loon, definitely a loon.
F'lix fingers slid along the bowstring cutting diagonally across his chest. Saboth was mentally prodded as F'lix curiously regarded the candidate. "It is a bit unsightly.." F'lix ventured in a decidedly soft, sympathetic tone. A hand lifted, tracing a single finger along the claw marks starting near his left eyes and curling all the way down his neck and collar bone. "Not so bad as this." The same fingers turned to wiggle at Perion as if emphasizing some meaning.. or merely a run-off of his feelings that Perion was too bizarre to be real. A second opinion was needed. "I'm sure once it's cleaned up, no one will even notice yours."
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Post by raii on Jul 16, 2010 12:23:08 GMT -5
Perion blinked in confusion at the man's exclamation. What what? F'lix looked like he wanted to say it. "What, what is it?" His tone was frightened. Did he say something? Was his hair a mess? What was wrong? Of course, Perion was still too dazed to actually notice that his form was all wrong, too flat and tall. He had no idea what F'lix was seeing. He was temporarily female, as far as he was concerned.
F'lix's words filled him with panic. Unsightly? No, no, unsightly would not do. His eyes widened. He tried to tug his hair over it, but only ended up looking silly. He gave up with his hair over his eye before brushing it back. Bangs, he would need bangs. All this ran through his head surprisingly quick for someone who was, no doubt, suffering from a concussion. He heard the rest of F'lix's comment, his panic not fading.
"Not as bad? I can't have nearly as bad!" He looked up, afraid he had offended the man. "I mean...it doesn't look bad...but I can't...I can't have anything slightly visible...it's not..." He gave up, hoping the man understood what he meant. "Are you sure no one will notice it?" He frowned. "Not even a little?"
He was acutely aware of the throbbing in his head, and the sluggish lassitude creeping into his mind, but he forced himself to pay attention to the possible scarring. This was his priority. He bit his lip. His mind wasn't working right yet and there was so much to think about! Hurting the man's feelings...his scar...uh, his scar? Come to think of it, he didn't even know the name of his savior. "I'm sorry, I'm so rude! What is your name?"
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Post by rii on Jul 20, 2010 9:24:22 GMT -5
A mental shrug came down the bond from his dragon, drawing a twitching of a frown from the bluerider. F'lix quickly dismissed the matter in favor of attempting not to out right stare at Perion. He sounded so scandalized, and F'lix wasn't exactly sure what he had said to cause such a reaction. The quick, verbal backpedaling shed a sliver of light on the ordeal.
"Can't be offended by the truth," F'lix mused playfully. He knew the scars looked bad, didn't pretend otherwise. Use to hide them, but that was a turn or more past. He was quite fine with being some repulsive scarred up rider if that's what the tall lout saw.
Gesturing them to walk again, F'lix once more took the lead. As much as his curiosity burned to poke and prod at the stranger, it was probably best to get him to the infirmary. "Once it's cleaned up and healed, no, people probably won't notice your scar. Your eyes draw attention, at least, if there wasn't blood all down the side of your face.."
A name. F'lix wrinkled his nose, half-glancing at his company. "F'lix – just curious, you do know you are at Selenitas weyr.. right?"
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