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21.Mar.13, 03:16 PM
He tried to keep up with what the woman was saying, but it was difficult. He felt as if she were not saying everything aloud that she was attempting to convey. And this confused him. He was a man, not a mind-reader. How was he supposed to -
"Ohhhh. You're afraid of being raped?", he asked, trying to put one and one together, and possibly getting two. Or three. Or maybe twelve. "Lashings only hurt for a little while. They're supposed to be a punishment, not a way to break your spirit. I have lashings....", he wasn't making much sense, and it didn't seem to relate to anything that R'ana was saying. He slowly began to remember what he had intended to say to bring it around to relate what R'ana had said. "They shouldn't lash you if you don't want to have sex because your dragon mated with theirs. That's not right. You're a person, not an object."
It felt like her grip was slipping, and it alarmed him. He reached as far out as he could to take her hand more firmly. He wouldn't let go. He couldn't. He felt as if keeping her hand safe was the one good thing he could do, some redeeming act for his folly. His one will to stay awake and not succumb to whatever head injuries he might have.
"Dragons don't eat people...", he repeated. He invisioned firelizards messing with bubbly pies on a windowsil. And then crawling inside the bubbly pies to take a bubbly pie bath. And then a great big green dragon stepping inside the bubbly pie to also take a bubbly pie bath. No, she was too big, only her paw would fit. "Shanith's paw takes a bubbly bath...", he murmured aloud.
"You just knew.... It sounds like falling in love.", he thought about her story. "If it felt like finding a piece of yourself not missing any more, I wonder what that means for normal folk who don't have dragons. They wander around their whole lives being unwhole and never even know it? Can they even be happy....no, no, there are happy unbonded folk. Who don't even know they have a hole? R'ana? Does everyone have a dragon-shaped hole in their heart? ", he felt a sense of urgency. He felt he definitely did not have a dragon-shaped hole in his heart.
She was talking about a waterskin now. What did that have to do with anything? Come to think of it, he was rather thirsty... "Is there any left?", he inquired.
"My dad did it. I always watched as a kid. It's like... I feel like I was born, made to do it. I make things from just heaps of dirty clumps of ore. Beautiful, inticate things. From something ugly and useless, I make something useful. You do it by making it very hot. Very, very hot. The fire is so hot that if you get too close to it, you feel your face melting off. You could burn a human body in that furnace and no one would ever know. And then the metal melts into red goo, where you can work with it. When it cools, its metal again. No one ever thinks about how much metal is used, how important we are. All of your hooks and clasps are metal. Your belt buckle. Your knives and forks, and the pots and pans that made your food, and the pipes that bring you water and make your sewage magically go away. It's all hidden, it's all metal. "
"What do you do as a dragon rider? On an average day? What's the hardest thing you learned? What's the most important thing?"
The man that had come to rescue them was here, and telling them comforting things. "I'm alright, I think!", he shouted back. He didn't feel just okay, but he was too afraid to say anything else. He didn't know what hurt anymore other than everything, and he didn't want to scare R'ana, who surely needed medical help first. "R'ana, are you hurt?", he called to her, for I'shan. I'shan wanted them all to hold still while they were trapped and pinned under rubble. "We can't do anything else BUT hold still!", he shouted back, in more of a joking tone than anything else. Heh, he'd made a joke.
"I can see you!", he called as he saw a face above him. He thought the man looked rather dirty. But then again, who was he to be picky.
"Ohhhh. You're afraid of being raped?", he asked, trying to put one and one together, and possibly getting two. Or three. Or maybe twelve. "Lashings only hurt for a little while. They're supposed to be a punishment, not a way to break your spirit. I have lashings....", he wasn't making much sense, and it didn't seem to relate to anything that R'ana was saying. He slowly began to remember what he had intended to say to bring it around to relate what R'ana had said. "They shouldn't lash you if you don't want to have sex because your dragon mated with theirs. That's not right. You're a person, not an object."
It felt like her grip was slipping, and it alarmed him. He reached as far out as he could to take her hand more firmly. He wouldn't let go. He couldn't. He felt as if keeping her hand safe was the one good thing he could do, some redeeming act for his folly. His one will to stay awake and not succumb to whatever head injuries he might have.
"Dragons don't eat people...", he repeated. He invisioned firelizards messing with bubbly pies on a windowsil. And then crawling inside the bubbly pies to take a bubbly pie bath. And then a great big green dragon stepping inside the bubbly pie to also take a bubbly pie bath. No, she was too big, only her paw would fit. "Shanith's paw takes a bubbly bath...", he murmured aloud.
"You just knew.... It sounds like falling in love.", he thought about her story. "If it felt like finding a piece of yourself not missing any more, I wonder what that means for normal folk who don't have dragons. They wander around their whole lives being unwhole and never even know it? Can they even be happy....no, no, there are happy unbonded folk. Who don't even know they have a hole? R'ana? Does everyone have a dragon-shaped hole in their heart? ", he felt a sense of urgency. He felt he definitely did not have a dragon-shaped hole in his heart.
She was talking about a waterskin now. What did that have to do with anything? Come to think of it, he was rather thirsty... "Is there any left?", he inquired.
"My dad did it. I always watched as a kid. It's like... I feel like I was born, made to do it. I make things from just heaps of dirty clumps of ore. Beautiful, inticate things. From something ugly and useless, I make something useful. You do it by making it very hot. Very, very hot. The fire is so hot that if you get too close to it, you feel your face melting off. You could burn a human body in that furnace and no one would ever know. And then the metal melts into red goo, where you can work with it. When it cools, its metal again. No one ever thinks about how much metal is used, how important we are. All of your hooks and clasps are metal. Your belt buckle. Your knives and forks, and the pots and pans that made your food, and the pipes that bring you water and make your sewage magically go away. It's all hidden, it's all metal. "
"What do you do as a dragon rider? On an average day? What's the hardest thing you learned? What's the most important thing?"
The man that had come to rescue them was here, and telling them comforting things. "I'm alright, I think!", he shouted back. He didn't feel just okay, but he was too afraid to say anything else. He didn't know what hurt anymore other than everything, and he didn't want to scare R'ana, who surely needed medical help first. "R'ana, are you hurt?", he called to her, for I'shan. I'shan wanted them all to hold still while they were trapped and pinned under rubble. "We can't do anything else BUT hold still!", he shouted back, in more of a joking tone than anything else. Heh, he'd made a joke.
"I can see you!", he called as he saw a face above him. He thought the man looked rather dirty. But then again, who was he to be picky.
