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18.Aug.12, 07:44 AM
The group finally left, the smell of roasted wild Wherry finally too much for their growing stomach as it wafted from the kitchens with promises of better entertainment. What was left at the corner of that hut might have first appeared to be a pile of rags that the Weyrbrat’s often use to create their ragballs for various games. That is, until the pile coughed and a soft moan escaped past a painful, bloody lip.
Forcing himself to sit up, Bordtai leaned his back against the stone of the hut and let his head fall backwards against its firm presence as well as he sat there, eyes closed and praying wistfully that his head would stop making the solid ground beneath him stop spinning. It was still solid wasn’t it? They hadn’t moved him onto some boat in the middle of the lake while he was cowering like a fool, had they? Moving a hand from his lap to the ground next to him, he confirmed that it was in fact solid and not the wood of a boat or raft.
Oh, thank you Faranth. he thought to himself as he opened his eyes and brought his hand back up to gingerly feel his lower lip gingerly. It was split open and he could feel it already beginning to swell. A quick wipe with the back of his hand told him his nose was still bleeding too and he pulled a sleeve over his fist to hold it against his nose for a moment as he looked silently over the roof of the next hut at the evening sky.
Could ‘ave been worse. Nothing feels broken. Blood’d nose ain’t so bad. Again Bordtai spoke to himself silently. He was too well aware of the looks and names whispered when he spoke to himself out loud and speaking to other people? Well… that was generally over rated anyways.
Forcing himself to sit up, Bordtai leaned his back against the stone of the hut and let his head fall backwards against its firm presence as well as he sat there, eyes closed and praying wistfully that his head would stop making the solid ground beneath him stop spinning. It was still solid wasn’t it? They hadn’t moved him onto some boat in the middle of the lake while he was cowering like a fool, had they? Moving a hand from his lap to the ground next to him, he confirmed that it was in fact solid and not the wood of a boat or raft.
Oh, thank you Faranth. he thought to himself as he opened his eyes and brought his hand back up to gingerly feel his lower lip gingerly. It was split open and he could feel it already beginning to swell. A quick wipe with the back of his hand told him his nose was still bleeding too and he pulled a sleeve over his fist to hold it against his nose for a moment as he looked silently over the roof of the next hut at the evening sky.
Could ‘ave been worse. Nothing feels broken. Blood’d nose ain’t so bad. Again Bordtai spoke to himself silently. He was too well aware of the looks and names whispered when he spoke to himself out loud and speaking to other people? Well… that was generally over rated anyways.
