09.Jul.13, 02:01 PM
Aparicus stared at him with her mouth open in shock as he said that he was fine and that the blood wasn’t something to worry about. Was he really being serious? Did he really just smile after the statement? As if the green rider A’lian hadn’t been confusing enough in his easy-going nature with her, this unknown rider had her completely baffled. How was he not angry with her? How was he not upset at the pain she’d caused him?
M’din. She recognized the name and stuffed it away with his face in the back of her mind as she continued to watch him, trying to stutter out another sentence as he asked about his dragon. She had been about to tell him that she had no right to approve or disapprove him or his dragon in any way when he fell face-down into the grass while muttering about his brown’s color.
She shook for a moment, working her mouth like a fish unable to breath before she found her voice again. “M-M’din?” she asked softly, staring. “M-Mdin?” The panic that was already in her voice was rising further as he didn’t answer back. The third time she said his name it came out a shriek as she looked around in complete terror.
“Somebody HELP!” she screamed, but she knew nobody was going to be close – or at least the chances of that were very slim. Dropping the basket, she crawled within arms reach and extended an arm, shaking so violently that she had to pull it back with a sob. She tried to calm her breathing, but her panicked body and mind were having none of it. Finally she reached out to poke at the man’s shoulder, her trembling actually turning what was supposed to be a light poke into a stronger jab as she couldn’t keep her hand steady.
It was the first time she’d actually reached out to touch someone in turns. “Oh my god, his dragon’s going to eat me…” she muttered, as she laid a shaking, gnarled hand on his shoulder and let her own trembling shake him as her voice still stuttered and cracked. “Please don’t be d-dead. Oh… W-w-wake up! W-wake u-u-up! P-please!”
M’din. She recognized the name and stuffed it away with his face in the back of her mind as she continued to watch him, trying to stutter out another sentence as he asked about his dragon. She had been about to tell him that she had no right to approve or disapprove him or his dragon in any way when he fell face-down into the grass while muttering about his brown’s color.
She shook for a moment, working her mouth like a fish unable to breath before she found her voice again. “M-M’din?” she asked softly, staring. “M-Mdin?” The panic that was already in her voice was rising further as he didn’t answer back. The third time she said his name it came out a shriek as she looked around in complete terror.
“Somebody HELP!” she screamed, but she knew nobody was going to be close – or at least the chances of that were very slim. Dropping the basket, she crawled within arms reach and extended an arm, shaking so violently that she had to pull it back with a sob. She tried to calm her breathing, but her panicked body and mind were having none of it. Finally she reached out to poke at the man’s shoulder, her trembling actually turning what was supposed to be a light poke into a stronger jab as she couldn’t keep her hand steady.
It was the first time she’d actually reached out to touch someone in turns. “Oh my god, his dragon’s going to eat me…” she muttered, as she laid a shaking, gnarled hand on his shoulder and let her own trembling shake him as her voice still stuttered and cracked. “Please don’t be d-dead. Oh… W-w-wake up! W-wake u-u-up! P-please!”