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Need to do Something [A'liran] - T'ken - 17.Dec.13 Ravana lay on a bed, wrapped in a blanket, her tiny gold flit curled up on her chest.  Like this, she looked a lot smaller than she had before, and involuntarily, T'ken's gaze slid down to look at her leg.  Even if by some miracle she kept it, she would never be a true dragonrider again.  He was mad at her, mad at her damn green, mad at everyone, including himself.  Well he'd known she'd been injured the night of the landslide.  Equally well he'd known that Ravana had said it wasn't that serious and medical care could wait when the healers were running themselves ragged tending to more serious injuries and there were things to be done.  It had been Stubborn that had alerted him to the infection that had started raging through Ravana's system.  The brownrider finally stood, pacing outdoors and leaving Ravana to sleep.  Rage still prickled his senses, and he knew better than to sit and stew.  He wanted to rip Ravana a new one over this, but he wanted to let her wake up.  Then he would yell at her about delaying so long that she could need her leg amputated to save her life.  And for shutting her dragon out over an argument.  And whatever else came to mind at the moment.  If he just sat there, he would wake her up to yell at her.  He suspected if he did, T'lian would have a thing or ten to say about that.  Not to mention it wouldn't be as satisfying as it would have been if Ravana couldn't yell back.  It isn't your fault greenriders are idiots!  And that their dragons are bigger ones!  The man reached up to pat his dragon's neck, the sun on his shoulders and his body relaxing once he was outside again.  He looked around then saw a very familiar silhouette.  He was beside his friend quickly, offering him a grim smile.  "A'liran."  He paused, then said, "Do you need help with whatever you're doing?"  He reached down to pet Kela, realized she wasn't there because he'd left her at his hut, and fidgeted.  He hoped A'liran did need help.  He needed to move, to act instead of just sitting and feeling stuff. Re: Need to do Something [A'liran] - A'liran - 23.Dec.13 It was a grim day, and A'liran was in a grim mood. He never thought he'd live to see a time where talk of going home excited him so little, or when he wasn't even sure if he wanted to anymore. Surrounded by death and destruction as they all were, the battered greenrider found himself wondering if it was worth it to even try. Pern herself had it out for them, and at this rate, he wasn't sure how many of them would manage to crawl out of the wreckage and actually spread their wings and fly. Astoreth hated seeing him so dour. She was silently reassuring, but in the back of her mind, she festered with resentment. Like T'ken, she was filled with accusation. She blamed the leaders, she blamed the Weyr, she blamed  Pern...she even blamed A'liran. She wanted to see him happy again, to know that she hadn't pulled him from the landslide only to see him waste away. He was a fighter, just like her. Why, then, did he not bounce back like he always did? What was different this time? Distantly aware of her concerns, the greenrider's angry internal musings gave her a half answer. Against a moral enemy, Ali could strike back. But against the earth itself? He was truly helpless. Ali was luckier than some, though. He took little comfort in it, but least his cracked ribs allowed him to hobble about on crutches. He probably shouldn't have been, especially since the makeshift crutches were hastily made and generally unstable, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. The longer he languished, the more it would eat at him. He was so focused on being grumpy that he didn't notice T'ken right away. Ali didn't have a location or a goal in mind, he just had to be out. The young brownrider gave him a good excuse, though. The greenrider's head shot towards T'ken and he gave a promp, curt nod. "What's up, kid?" he asked, trying his best not to sound impatient or, more accurately, in pain. Time for some more numbweed. "You holding up...?" He'd completely ignored T'ken's generic offer of help. He wasn't really sure what to say. Sure! Help me stand up so I don't bust my stupid ass, which should be in bed, but isn't because I'm a stubborn asshole didn't sound very constructive.