18.Mar.12, 12:36 PM
Far was giving Lym big eyes. He knew she would help him. He hurt, so much he could barely keep breathing; The Beastcrafter could feel it twisting his mouth, could feel the perspiration dripping down his face, and the twisting of his stomach. Shards, he could feel the bones moving, but thankfully not grinding against each other. If he was a Runner- oh, the man he'd trained under would probably put him down! His knee was jutting out of his... Far grabbed to Lym, trying to focus on her. He needed her, desperately, to keep him up. "Please." he said again desperately. Surely she understood. He knew she would. He was still a valid possibility. Logically, though, no one would ever risk him on the Sands. He was in too much pain, it was too clearly obvious that he was not right. And if another dragonet wandered his way, he would be in a lot of trouble, with one leg. Lym could not be expected to protect him. He was endangering them both with his selfishness.
So when O'wain grabbed him. slinging one arm up on a shoulder, Farlint didn't protest. He did take a deep breath, focusing on the shiver in the sound. His eyes were wet- with perspiration, he told himself. "O'wain..." he couldn't think of a biting, funny comment to give the other man, so obviously Far wasn't right in the head right now. He could always think of something to say to tease O'wain. "He's right, Lym." Far reached out with a hand in her direction. "Get yourself a dragon. Promise me I'll get to meet her. Or him. Okay? After all, I'm not going to have much else to do but keep people company for a while." Farlint was 23 turns, and while it might be about four more until she Rose again, there would be another chance for him.
Or so he hoped.
"I am breathing." he snapped at the healer, head lolling- where had she come from? Was he that "far" gone that he was... finding that joke funny... blacking out? "He's also... younger than you am." That's right. Insult the Healer. He would apologize la...
He was sputtering, choking on something bitter. "Talian?" he asked. What was a Tal...
Far screamed, begging for the hands to stop, stop, it hurt! This time, when the blackness swallowed him, he didn't come out again for a while.
So when O'wain grabbed him. slinging one arm up on a shoulder, Farlint didn't protest. He did take a deep breath, focusing on the shiver in the sound. His eyes were wet- with perspiration, he told himself. "O'wain..." he couldn't think of a biting, funny comment to give the other man, so obviously Far wasn't right in the head right now. He could always think of something to say to tease O'wain. "He's right, Lym." Far reached out with a hand in her direction. "Get yourself a dragon. Promise me I'll get to meet her. Or him. Okay? After all, I'm not going to have much else to do but keep people company for a while." Farlint was 23 turns, and while it might be about four more until she Rose again, there would be another chance for him.
Or so he hoped.
"I am breathing." he snapped at the healer, head lolling- where had she come from? Was he that "far" gone that he was... finding that joke funny... blacking out? "He's also... younger than you am." That's right. Insult the Healer. He would apologize la...
He was sputtering, choking on something bitter. "Talian?" he asked. What was a Tal...
Far screamed, begging for the hands to stop, stop, it hurt! This time, when the blackness swallowed him, he didn't come out again for a while.