23.Apr.12, 09:06 PM
Tyrrisath touched down outside the healer hall, eyes red in agitation.
You are not well. You should ask D'ren to give you a break the brown advised. He rarely said anything to his rider with any force behind it, but this was an exception. S'kef hadn't been feeling well the past few days, and it was becoming increasingly noticeable to Tyrrisath. The brown had been able to ignore it gracefully, but even he had to express concern eventually.
S'kef didn't need to be told to know the worry was there. Drop it he ordered, aggravated at the mere suggestion. He dismounted and walked away from Tyrrisath without a second glance, leaving the dragon alone in the gather square.
I have a job to do. I can't sit out because I have the sharing sniffles! he growled to himself. He was loud enough for Tyrrisath to overhear - or was it actually meant for Tyrrisath all along?
S'kef could not let the Weyrleader down.
You never have said the faintest voice in the back of S'kef's mind. It gave him strength to walk forward with his head held high.
He walked into the hall, storming past the larger woman who kept watch over the front desk. S'kef was there for a very particular reason, and in spite of his splitting headache, he would find her.
It didn't take long. He found Lymsleia almost immediately, slumped against the hall's door. The brownrider
paused and crossed his arms. "You," he said in his usual militant fashion. "The Weyrleader has come to a decision. I need you to come with me."
You are not well. You should ask D'ren to give you a break the brown advised. He rarely said anything to his rider with any force behind it, but this was an exception. S'kef hadn't been feeling well the past few days, and it was becoming increasingly noticeable to Tyrrisath. The brown had been able to ignore it gracefully, but even he had to express concern eventually.
S'kef didn't need to be told to know the worry was there. Drop it he ordered, aggravated at the mere suggestion. He dismounted and walked away from Tyrrisath without a second glance, leaving the dragon alone in the gather square.
I have a job to do. I can't sit out because I have the sharing sniffles! he growled to himself. He was loud enough for Tyrrisath to overhear - or was it actually meant for Tyrrisath all along?
S'kef could not let the Weyrleader down.
You never have said the faintest voice in the back of S'kef's mind. It gave him strength to walk forward with his head held high.
He walked into the hall, storming past the larger woman who kept watch over the front desk. S'kef was there for a very particular reason, and in spite of his splitting headache, he would find her.
It didn't take long. He found Lymsleia almost immediately, slumped against the hall's door. The brownrider
paused and crossed his arms. "You," he said in his usual militant fashion. "The Weyrleader has come to a decision. I need you to come with me."