17.Dec.13, 03:17 PM
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.
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.