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16.Aug.12, 01:29 AM
His leg was still stiff, but Farlint had stolen an eagle eye view. He'd heard about the troublemaker, and heard about the lashing, and it would be interesting to see how this lashing compared to the last that he had been to. S'kef had hardly been a kind whipmaster, and he'd heard N'gelt was just as hard- though not quite as pleased by causing pain for pain's sake. Still, the Beastcrafter didn't envy the lad who would be getting lashed. (Especially with the way the man was fondling his whip. He may not be a sadist, but he was certainly one wherry short of a flock.)
After Hoth had knocked his knee off- almost literally- Far had found it a wee bit hard to get his act back together. It was hard to entertain the thought of running when one could barely walk. Still, with the help of his dragonrider friends, he had discovered that swimming in the lake was amazing physical therapy, and today he had discovered that he barely needed his walking stick at all. It was slow going, but he really only had used it for support for his wounded knee. With luck, he would be able to Stand on his own for this clutch. The thought of having to wait again for another was a terrible one, though it would probably be for the best.
He leaned heavily against his stick, brushing his auburn hair from his eyes. This N'gelt fellow was the one that I'shan was... no, Farlint didn't like to think about that aspect of his brother's life. Especially with how disconnected he had been from it lately. He missed the man, even though they still saw each other, it just wasn't the same. Maybe when he got his dragon... a nice Blue, just as sweet as Ilveriath.
Shards, would they ever just beat this little twat already so he could go sit? He didn't dare get on the ground, for fear he'd make an ass of himself getting back up.
After Hoth had knocked his knee off- almost literally- Far had found it a wee bit hard to get his act back together. It was hard to entertain the thought of running when one could barely walk. Still, with the help of his dragonrider friends, he had discovered that swimming in the lake was amazing physical therapy, and today he had discovered that he barely needed his walking stick at all. It was slow going, but he really only had used it for support for his wounded knee. With luck, he would be able to Stand on his own for this clutch. The thought of having to wait again for another was a terrible one, though it would probably be for the best.
He leaned heavily against his stick, brushing his auburn hair from his eyes. This N'gelt fellow was the one that I'shan was... no, Farlint didn't like to think about that aspect of his brother's life. Especially with how disconnected he had been from it lately. He missed the man, even though they still saw each other, it just wasn't the same. Maybe when he got his dragon... a nice Blue, just as sweet as Ilveriath.
Shards, would they ever just beat this little twat already so he could go sit? He didn't dare get on the ground, for fear he'd make an ass of himself getting back up.
