27.Aug.12, 12:46 AM
Krypth had been informed of what was going in the Healer Hall by some methods which Jada had not yet been advised of. She supposed it had to do with their mind-communication- but sometimes it was better not to ask. Jada had been at the Sands at the time, when the Gold had (smugly) advised her that the wherry she had found herself attached to was squawking and pecking out eyeballs. Oh, and he'd tried to choke/maim/kill that midwife. The gossip chain was a bit vague on that.
Of all the things to be vague on-!!!
The dragon had warned Jada to watch herself, and not trip anyone, and to enjoy her visit, then settled around her eggs for a nap. Sharding useless golden- Jada would, one day, wear her hide for boots. Probably not literally. Definitely not literally, actually. Still, her threats had been little more than an amusing moment for the Gold, before the Harper was darting her way through the Weyr, ducking around a few obstacles on her way to Healer Hall.
Which was in an uproar. Screaming, and fighting, and more than one person in her way, telling her to stay back 'it is too dangerous, Miss Jada' and all sorts of utter nonsense.
It was funny, in a sick way, that medics had so rudely interrupted that nice cathartic rage-moment he had been having with her, yet no one could seem to get in there and drug him now. She pushed in behind a tall mahogany-haired man, taking in Lymsleia on the floor and Sanderon on his belly, arm outstretched, T'shiro kneeling on him. "Sand!" She caught herself in a firm yelp, then squawked as a Healer grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back out of the room. "Sanderon, STOP!"
Not that her yelling would so anything, but shard it, he was going to get himself hurt!
Of all the things to be vague on-!!!
The dragon had warned Jada to watch herself, and not trip anyone, and to enjoy her visit, then settled around her eggs for a nap. Sharding useless golden- Jada would, one day, wear her hide for boots. Probably not literally. Definitely not literally, actually. Still, her threats had been little more than an amusing moment for the Gold, before the Harper was darting her way through the Weyr, ducking around a few obstacles on her way to Healer Hall.
Which was in an uproar. Screaming, and fighting, and more than one person in her way, telling her to stay back 'it is too dangerous, Miss Jada' and all sorts of utter nonsense.
It was funny, in a sick way, that medics had so rudely interrupted that nice cathartic rage-moment he had been having with her, yet no one could seem to get in there and drug him now. She pushed in behind a tall mahogany-haired man, taking in Lymsleia on the floor and Sanderon on his belly, arm outstretched, T'shiro kneeling on him. "Sand!" She caught herself in a firm yelp, then squawked as a Healer grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back out of the room. "Sanderon, STOP!"
Not that her yelling would so anything, but shard it, he was going to get himself hurt!