26.Feb.12, 11:54 PM
A fist connected with his temple, and Far grunted, biting his lip so that he wouldn't holler. He'd been kicked a lot worse by a sevenday-old Runner, but shards! Right in the temple? “OW.” he growled the words, and shoved up, digging his fingers into her thighs fiercely. Miss Shadowy-face, the little wherry, might not have even known where she hit him.
There could have been some kind of trauma to his brain! Admittedly, some of these people may have had the idea that he was damaged already, but he didn't need it to be the truth. There were little dragons hardening in their shells on the Sands, and he sharding well needed to be in his best shape if he didn't want to go begging for a ride from I'shan or O'wain. “What was that for?”
There could have been some kind of trauma to his brain! Admittedly, some of these people may have had the idea that he was damaged already, but he didn't need it to be the truth. There were little dragons hardening in their shells on the Sands, and he sharding well needed to be in his best shape if he didn't want to go begging for a ride from I'shan or O'wain. “What was that for?”