21.Mar.13, 02:41 PM
Ryvian felt pretty worthless in that moment. He stood frozen in fear when S’kef came storming in their direction and only gaped when he pulled Indivara away to punch her. Weyrleaders didn’t punch young women! He didn’t say that though, didn’t even move as he stared at the angry brownrider and his injured friend. How he would have loved to jump on S’kef and fight him or even speak up and say he was the one that hit Isscer but Ryvian failed in every way as a friend right then and only thought of all of that as Indivara grabbed his hand and dragged him away.
In a moment of clarity Ryvian sought out Nyvian and waved at his brother. “Everything’s fine, Nyvian! You better Touch every egg and tell me about them later!” Contrary to popular belief, the twins couldn’t communicate like dragons could and he still had to use actual words with a clear voice that carried over the Sands. His brother would worry about him and Indivara as well but it wouldn’t do to have a pile of people in the room while the Healer checked her over. Actually, Indivara would likely be better off with Nyvian, the one that had a clearer and calmer head – not the twin that couldn’t even stand up when his female friend was being smacked around.
Still, he allowed himself to be dragged away since he still didn’t want to leave Indivara’s side. “Sorry I didn’t step in against him,” Ryvian murmured when they did stop for a moment that seemed designed for Indivara’s colourful and creative cursing. That was one thing no one could dispute; she had quite a mouth on her! Ryvian himself wasn’t known for swearing too much since he hardly even got upset but again, sometimes a situation called for it. “Isscer is a fucking douche. He deserves a broken nose or worse.” It likely wouldn’t come from him though even with Ryvian’s decision to stay close to his friend in case the Northerner tried to retaliate while in the Healing Hall. What better location and time than when your target was drugged up or napping on an uncomfortable exam table?
This time Ryvian took the lead, keeping Indivara’s hand in his as he continued their walk to the Hall and medical attention for both her face and hand. He hadn’t missed how she cradled it against his body after swinging at isscer and he’d make sure the Healer tended to it as well.
In a moment of clarity Ryvian sought out Nyvian and waved at his brother. “Everything’s fine, Nyvian! You better Touch every egg and tell me about them later!” Contrary to popular belief, the twins couldn’t communicate like dragons could and he still had to use actual words with a clear voice that carried over the Sands. His brother would worry about him and Indivara as well but it wouldn’t do to have a pile of people in the room while the Healer checked her over. Actually, Indivara would likely be better off with Nyvian, the one that had a clearer and calmer head – not the twin that couldn’t even stand up when his female friend was being smacked around.
Still, he allowed himself to be dragged away since he still didn’t want to leave Indivara’s side. “Sorry I didn’t step in against him,” Ryvian murmured when they did stop for a moment that seemed designed for Indivara’s colourful and creative cursing. That was one thing no one could dispute; she had quite a mouth on her! Ryvian himself wasn’t known for swearing too much since he hardly even got upset but again, sometimes a situation called for it. “Isscer is a fucking douche. He deserves a broken nose or worse.” It likely wouldn’t come from him though even with Ryvian’s decision to stay close to his friend in case the Northerner tried to retaliate while in the Healing Hall. What better location and time than when your target was drugged up or napping on an uncomfortable exam table?
This time Ryvian took the lead, keeping Indivara’s hand in his as he continued their walk to the Hall and medical attention for both her face and hand. He hadn’t missed how she cradled it against his body after swinging at isscer and he’d make sure the Healer tended to it as well.