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26.Feb.14, 03:11 AM
J’ver gave a dainty yawn and then stretched with his arms reaching to the sky to help relieve a slight kink in his back. He had been lying around for far too long and it had long ago become tedious with the charm wearing off. At first it had been nice to be doted on like the Lordling he was but he soon grew restless with not being able to keep track of everyone as well as he liked.
Of course, he could have done without the pain as well.
Both of his legs had suffered breaks or bruises or whatever else the Healers had babbled to him in the early days when he was so wracked with pain or high on drugs that they could have said he was turning into a feline and it would have made sense to him. All J’ver knew was that his right leg was still entirely encased in wrappings and planks to keep it stiff while his left had taken less damage and only had the lower half bundled up now, though the nasty bruise on his thigh deserved to be covered up again.
The landslide had been horrible for multiple reasons but chief among it was the state he was in. His beautiful body had been badly damaged, his skin marred, and his beauty close to being snuffed out forever. As it was, bruises and cuts coated his body for days afterwards but J’ver had been too out of it to truly notice most of them.
What he did know was that while S’kef made sure they were both free of the hut they shared, it had been the perky bluerider he was sometimes tempted to call a friend that saved him from a horrible fate. Z’ia had been doing sweeps of the wreckage and found him soon after a building J’ver had been surveying and about to pass by had collapsed on him, pinning him down with debris on his legs. Who knew how long he could have been stuck there before someone found him? Rilaleeyth’s screeching likely would have ensured it wouldn’t be long but with pain consuming him and consciousness coming and going, J’ver had been a touch more dramatic than usual.
While he still couldn’t get around beyond his bed being pushed in and out of the tent he now currently called home to do a bit of proper spying and blackmailing, his mind and hands had become idle. Finally, cloth and supplies had been found and brought to him by his brownrider and J’ver took up making clothes once more as best as he could without his measurements and little models he had constructed long ago.
After the second shirt had been finished for his new wardrobe, the idea struck that he owed Z’ia something for pulling him to safety and J’ver had sent Vixen off to steal a shirt that belonged to the bluerider. It had taken some time to manage that since the gold firelizard didn’t like playing fetch though she was certainly smart enough to understand the order. J’ver had eventually convinced her it was beneficial to them both and she would be a sneaky little lady for doing it. When she returned with the shirt, it was fully scrutinized for the dimensions. Soon, J’ver was a happy greenrider with a purpose as he worked for days on creating the perfect shirt for Z’ia.
Now, it was completed and time to bestow the gift upon the man. Rilaleeyth had sent word to Aveleth that J’ver wanted to see Z’ia and that the dragons could spend some time together in the process. J’ver wasn’t blind to Tyrrisath’s protectiveness of Rilaleeyth but he also knew how much his girl liked the blue dragon as well and lifted her flagging spirits where he could with allowing little visits. If nothing else, J’ver was certain that Z’ia would see the benefit in allowing their dragons some time together even if he didn’t want to do a social call with him.
Of course, he could have done without the pain as well.
Both of his legs had suffered breaks or bruises or whatever else the Healers had babbled to him in the early days when he was so wracked with pain or high on drugs that they could have said he was turning into a feline and it would have made sense to him. All J’ver knew was that his right leg was still entirely encased in wrappings and planks to keep it stiff while his left had taken less damage and only had the lower half bundled up now, though the nasty bruise on his thigh deserved to be covered up again.
The landslide had been horrible for multiple reasons but chief among it was the state he was in. His beautiful body had been badly damaged, his skin marred, and his beauty close to being snuffed out forever. As it was, bruises and cuts coated his body for days afterwards but J’ver had been too out of it to truly notice most of them.
What he did know was that while S’kef made sure they were both free of the hut they shared, it had been the perky bluerider he was sometimes tempted to call a friend that saved him from a horrible fate. Z’ia had been doing sweeps of the wreckage and found him soon after a building J’ver had been surveying and about to pass by had collapsed on him, pinning him down with debris on his legs. Who knew how long he could have been stuck there before someone found him? Rilaleeyth’s screeching likely would have ensured it wouldn’t be long but with pain consuming him and consciousness coming and going, J’ver had been a touch more dramatic than usual.
While he still couldn’t get around beyond his bed being pushed in and out of the tent he now currently called home to do a bit of proper spying and blackmailing, his mind and hands had become idle. Finally, cloth and supplies had been found and brought to him by his brownrider and J’ver took up making clothes once more as best as he could without his measurements and little models he had constructed long ago.
After the second shirt had been finished for his new wardrobe, the idea struck that he owed Z’ia something for pulling him to safety and J’ver had sent Vixen off to steal a shirt that belonged to the bluerider. It had taken some time to manage that since the gold firelizard didn’t like playing fetch though she was certainly smart enough to understand the order. J’ver had eventually convinced her it was beneficial to them both and she would be a sneaky little lady for doing it. When she returned with the shirt, it was fully scrutinized for the dimensions. Soon, J’ver was a happy greenrider with a purpose as he worked for days on creating the perfect shirt for Z’ia.
Now, it was completed and time to bestow the gift upon the man. Rilaleeyth had sent word to Aveleth that J’ver wanted to see Z’ia and that the dragons could spend some time together in the process. J’ver wasn’t blind to Tyrrisath’s protectiveness of Rilaleeyth but he also knew how much his girl liked the blue dragon as well and lifted her flagging spirits where he could with allowing little visits. If nothing else, J’ver was certain that Z’ia would see the benefit in allowing their dragons some time together even if he didn’t want to do a social call with him.
