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30.Mar.12, 08:39 AM
When the three of them stepped into the darkness of the night, Jada's fingers were secure in Krypth's mouth. How else could she hold her hand? The girl was unconscious, limp, mostly unresponsive. Jada's mind came and went, brushing across Krypth's like a butterfly. But it was there, which was the most important thing for the dragonet's instincts. To help, to stay with her Jada, to try and keep her here; that was an ability in the realm of the Healers, not Krypth, but in a way it was just as important. To Talian's purposes, the loss of the dragon would be a terrible blow to the spirit of an already-wounded physical body. "There's nothing you can do." the Healer told Krypth, and she crooned miserably, the nose muffled by the digits between her lips. There had to be something she could do; Krypth couldn't believe that she would be impotent in such an important matter!
Krypth. Krypth, come to me child. Nirinath stepped to the side as the three stepped out of the Weyrling Barracks. Dipping her head to the Healer, she spoke to the dragonet, whose eyes were white from worry and fear. Come, your girl will be fine, but the Healer will need to be able to move without accidentally stepping on you. I will keep you company until he says you can see her, which shouldn't be long at all.
But could she prove that it wouldn't be long? What if th- No! Krypth creeled, reluctantly letting Jada's fingers slip from between her lips, watching Talian move forward step-by-step without her. Jada! she cried after her bonded, but her body stayed where it was, wings outstretched, short and small next to her Senior. Jada was not aware or awake enough to try and countermand the quiet order.
If something happened to the Harper, Krypth would never forgive Nirinath for not letting her stay with Talian and Jada.
Then again, if something happened, Krypth would never have the chance to forgive her.
As Jada and Talian vanished into the darkness, Jada's eyelids fluttered. What had he said? Why was he talking? She was trying-
Each step was jarring for her, and she could feel-
"I kno oo rr." her response was very belated (and not at all as coherent when mumbled as she pieced together in her head.) "Nonjur." she mumbled a while later. "Jussa scrrrch." Consciousness was coming and going, and her limbs were on fire. "Assdnt. Sans."
Krypth. Krypth, come to me child. Nirinath stepped to the side as the three stepped out of the Weyrling Barracks. Dipping her head to the Healer, she spoke to the dragonet, whose eyes were white from worry and fear. Come, your girl will be fine, but the Healer will need to be able to move without accidentally stepping on you. I will keep you company until he says you can see her, which shouldn't be long at all.
But could she prove that it wouldn't be long? What if th- No! Krypth creeled, reluctantly letting Jada's fingers slip from between her lips, watching Talian move forward step-by-step without her. Jada! she cried after her bonded, but her body stayed where it was, wings outstretched, short and small next to her Senior. Jada was not aware or awake enough to try and countermand the quiet order.
If something happened to the Harper, Krypth would never forgive Nirinath for not letting her stay with Talian and Jada.
Then again, if something happened, Krypth would never have the chance to forgive her.
As Jada and Talian vanished into the darkness, Jada's eyelids fluttered. What had he said? Why was he talking? She was trying-
Each step was jarring for her, and she could feel-
"I kno oo rr." her response was very belated (and not at all as coherent when mumbled as she pieced together in her head.) "Nonjur." she mumbled a while later. "Jussa scrrrch." Consciousness was coming and going, and her limbs were on fire. "Assdnt. Sans."
