12.Apr.12, 12:32 AM
He had her there. Jada couldn't keep her nose from wrinkling, recognizing that her example had backfired. Oh well, she was new at this, after all. And she was used to her ideas being dismissed. The Harper had never been the pushy sort, more than happy to lay back and let other people pilot her life. Unfortunately, Krypth had pushed her into a position where that was not always going to be feasible. Still, she was new to this and D'ren and Tsuen were capable leaders; she could always put her thoughts on the back burner and listen. Learn.
She gave D'ren a crooked smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. "We have several promising Healers among the candidates. A shame that Talian is-" she stopped herself, biting fiercely down on her lip. "Troubled." she settled on. She didn't want to think about that nice young man with his tawny eyes doing- well... what he'd tried to do. She'd be dead now if Talian had succeeded in his attempt, and she might not have been the only one. Indivara could well have passed, or Farlint. Who knew what that beating would have done to B'jin, Lunkhead or not!
"I like to think I did a little more than flail." she said mildly. D'ren's comment about how The ones who disobeyed usually just flailed around, panicked, and made it worse pricked her, just a little- okay, a lot. Jada had disobeyed, but... had she made anything worse? She'd been trying to help a friend, and she hadn't known what to do. Panic? Check, she'd been panicked; but there hadn't been flailing. (She'd been too busy panicking.) "Luckily, then, that it turned out fairly well." Focus had nothing to do with her Impression; she would have had to go to the Healer anyway for her wounds. And if her five seconds of quick thinking had anything to do with preventing a worse injury, she didn't see why the Weyrleader seemed to very set against it! but one didn't go against twenty turns of conditioning after just a few sevendays of upheaval. She would have backed down gracefully at this point.
Unfortunately, Krypth came through D'ren's window, and Jada freaked out. Ronarth creeled, and Jada jumped to her feet, not sure what to do, what to do! "Are you alright?" she asked, searching the floor for any telltale signs of ichor. The faceted eyes were still calm, and Jada started to kneel, to try and get closer to her muddy little beast.
I'm quite alright. Krypth announced, checking herself for any ouchy places. D'ren's window didn't open the way our door does. Oh, the obvious. Jada was going to kill that little yellow wherry. Kill her to Between and back. Jada went heavily to her knees, barely responsive hands tryign to scoop some of the pieces together until Krypth stopped her sharply. Don't do that! You'll hurt yourself again.
"I have to clean up your mess! You should have stayed outside!"
I wanted to be in the conversation!
"Then you should have stayed clean!"
This wasn't how the conversation was supposed to happen at all. Krypth was ruining D'ren's hut, and Jada couldn't do anything about it.
She gave D'ren a crooked smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. "We have several promising Healers among the candidates. A shame that Talian is-" she stopped herself, biting fiercely down on her lip. "Troubled." she settled on. She didn't want to think about that nice young man with his tawny eyes doing- well... what he'd tried to do. She'd be dead now if Talian had succeeded in his attempt, and she might not have been the only one. Indivara could well have passed, or Farlint. Who knew what that beating would have done to B'jin, Lunkhead or not!
"I like to think I did a little more than flail." she said mildly. D'ren's comment about how The ones who disobeyed usually just flailed around, panicked, and made it worse pricked her, just a little- okay, a lot. Jada had disobeyed, but... had she made anything worse? She'd been trying to help a friend, and she hadn't known what to do. Panic? Check, she'd been panicked; but there hadn't been flailing. (She'd been too busy panicking.) "Luckily, then, that it turned out fairly well." Focus had nothing to do with her Impression; she would have had to go to the Healer anyway for her wounds. And if her five seconds of quick thinking had anything to do with preventing a worse injury, she didn't see why the Weyrleader seemed to very set against it! but one didn't go against twenty turns of conditioning after just a few sevendays of upheaval. She would have backed down gracefully at this point.
Unfortunately, Krypth came through D'ren's window, and Jada freaked out. Ronarth creeled, and Jada jumped to her feet, not sure what to do, what to do! "Are you alright?" she asked, searching the floor for any telltale signs of ichor. The faceted eyes were still calm, and Jada started to kneel, to try and get closer to her muddy little beast.
I'm quite alright. Krypth announced, checking herself for any ouchy places. D'ren's window didn't open the way our door does. Oh, the obvious. Jada was going to kill that little yellow wherry. Kill her to Between and back. Jada went heavily to her knees, barely responsive hands tryign to scoop some of the pieces together until Krypth stopped her sharply. Don't do that! You'll hurt yourself again.
"I have to clean up your mess! You should have stayed outside!"
I wanted to be in the conversation!
"Then you should have stayed clean!"
This wasn't how the conversation was supposed to happen at all. Krypth was ruining D'ren's hut, and Jada couldn't do anything about it.