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18.Mar.12, 12:50 PM
"Dim glow." she scrowled at him. "It hurts, its the adreneline. You'll feel it in time, though if give you a bit of Felis it'll make it less annyoing." she whispered. She held him up a moment, finding her balance with his extra weight on her body. She kept a wary looking out, angry baby dragons were scary. She could hear the other healers caring for Indivra.
"We'll do this together." she said firmly confirming that she would containue to help him stand. "But we need to get that at least cleaned up and assessed, banaged." She paused in thought. "They can't give you felis... if you do Impress, what is a baby dragon to make of a felis-laced mind?" she warned him. "What is something so young going to think.. what if it causes... I don't know.." she hugged him, it a brief hug, using it mostly to adjust her arms around his body. She felt a littly tingly this close to someone who was five years her senior but she cleared her head.
No time for giddy girlish thoughts. She had a patient and there were baby dragons, they needed riders and these candidates had been hand picked.
As the other healer yelled at Lymsleia. "I am a midwife when I need to be, " she shot back. "But I can heal jsut about anything else given time." she countered. Eggs and hatchlings broke and moved and Lymsliea turned as O'wain grabbed Farlint. "O'wain.. he's hurt please..." she let him go, and for a moment she clung tothe other candidates hand. "I'll try.. if she picks me.." she said firmly. "If she chooses me." she tried to keep her voice calm. She hated to see him such pain.
She's left her fellow healers to their job, wringing her hands on the candidate robes as she returned to the field of battle.
Lymsleia let the voices play over and over in her mind as she walked out on to the sands again. She'd done well. She told herself, that she must impress. She took a breath slow and deep. The world was at her finger tips, wasn't it? It was just-- did she have a choice? She ran her hands through her black hair. It was dry she realised and sub consciously she began to braid it.
"We'll do this together." she said firmly confirming that she would containue to help him stand. "But we need to get that at least cleaned up and assessed, banaged." She paused in thought. "They can't give you felis... if you do Impress, what is a baby dragon to make of a felis-laced mind?" she warned him. "What is something so young going to think.. what if it causes... I don't know.." she hugged him, it a brief hug, using it mostly to adjust her arms around his body. She felt a littly tingly this close to someone who was five years her senior but she cleared her head.
No time for giddy girlish thoughts. She had a patient and there were baby dragons, they needed riders and these candidates had been hand picked.
As the other healer yelled at Lymsleia. "I am a midwife when I need to be, " she shot back. "But I can heal jsut about anything else given time." she countered. Eggs and hatchlings broke and moved and Lymsliea turned as O'wain grabbed Farlint. "O'wain.. he's hurt please..." she let him go, and for a moment she clung tothe other candidates hand. "I'll try.. if she picks me.." she said firmly. "If she chooses me." she tried to keep her voice calm. She hated to see him such pain.
She's left her fellow healers to their job, wringing her hands on the candidate robes as she returned to the field of battle.
Quote: "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.
Lymsleia let the voices play over and over in her mind as she walked out on to the sands again. She'd done well. She told herself, that she must impress. She took a breath slow and deep. The world was at her finger tips, wasn't it? It was just-- did she have a choice? She ran her hands through her black hair. It was dry she realised and sub consciously she began to braid it.
