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19.Aug.12, 11:43 AM
Lymsleia breathed. The moment Ronath and D'ren had appeared she felt some what relaxed. She strangely wasn't scared or nervous or, fearful. "Yes sir." was all she managed to say. Someone had come with some sense int othis chaotic fray. She wanted to hug D'ren. She really did but she held back. He was probably pissed at her- scratch that. He was like a volcano and one little nudge could set him off.
After a few moments she followed Sanderon and D'ren towards the infirmary. She was a Healer dammit and she was not going to hang back. "I do appologise, D'ren. I wanted to stop the lashing and I just said what I felt, but it came out... poorly. I was trying to drive what you said so well, home and I failed at it." she admited it. "And I appologise for my actions, they were stupid and childish." She exhaled. Katila had made her less restraine apparently. The confines of the Healer hall had kept in check- she realized. the bullying and constant heirarchy of the hall had been perhaps her once strength. She'd taken strength in it, and followed the rules.
Katila one the on the other hand was trying to build itself up from nothing and it'd begun to get worse before it'd gotten better. These lashings perhaps were just the culmination of the sickness, maybe this made fever would break over all of them. She kept pace with D'ren, silent and in her own thoughts as she moved. He'd probably relegate her to-- she blinked and nearly stopped in her tracks. D'ren wouldn't do that would he? She'd be removed from standing, and forced to have a least one kid... that thought churned her stomach. It made her skin crawl... in the worst possible way. D'ren was not that sort of man was he? Though he had implimented that edict just before Krypth and her siblings hatched. And that had sort of kept her busy -mostly. She'd helped way to many women give birth in the past year. Soo many little kids. She was going to do that. D'ren might .. command her too but she wouldn't.
No, D'ren would probably just forbid her from Standing she realized. There was always work to be done at the Weyr. He couldn't strip her of her knowledge of Healing. That at least brought some solace. " I wanted to break the tension. I wanted to... the lashings were insane, D'ren. I thought.. I could change things. But apparently one must be a rider to affect change..." she didn't snap at him, but she said it anyway. Because it was true, you needed a dragon- for all all se'd seen- to cause anything to change at Katila.
What could she do then? What could she do now?
After a few moments she followed Sanderon and D'ren towards the infirmary. She was a Healer dammit and she was not going to hang back. "I do appologise, D'ren. I wanted to stop the lashing and I just said what I felt, but it came out... poorly. I was trying to drive what you said so well, home and I failed at it." she admited it. "And I appologise for my actions, they were stupid and childish." She exhaled. Katila had made her less restraine apparently. The confines of the Healer hall had kept in check- she realized. the bullying and constant heirarchy of the hall had been perhaps her once strength. She'd taken strength in it, and followed the rules.
Katila one the on the other hand was trying to build itself up from nothing and it'd begun to get worse before it'd gotten better. These lashings perhaps were just the culmination of the sickness, maybe this made fever would break over all of them. She kept pace with D'ren, silent and in her own thoughts as she moved. He'd probably relegate her to-- she blinked and nearly stopped in her tracks. D'ren wouldn't do that would he? She'd be removed from standing, and forced to have a least one kid... that thought churned her stomach. It made her skin crawl... in the worst possible way. D'ren was not that sort of man was he? Though he had implimented that edict just before Krypth and her siblings hatched. And that had sort of kept her busy -mostly. She'd helped way to many women give birth in the past year. Soo many little kids. She was going to do that. D'ren might .. command her too but she wouldn't.
No, D'ren would probably just forbid her from Standing she realized. There was always work to be done at the Weyr. He couldn't strip her of her knowledge of Healing. That at least brought some solace. " I wanted to break the tension. I wanted to... the lashings were insane, D'ren. I thought.. I could change things. But apparently one must be a rider to affect change..." she didn't snap at him, but she said it anyway. Because it was true, you needed a dragon- for all all se'd seen- to cause anything to change at Katila.
What could she do then? What could she do now?
