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17.Jun.13, 12:30 AM
Shanith raised her head and seriously debating ignoring the call. Ravana had finally given in and taken a sleep aid a few hours ago, and was snoozing away, peacefully asleep for the first time in weeks. In the end, Olemuth had to convince her to wake her rider and go.
Ravana was woken and fumbled her way into her leathers, resulting in a disheveled appearance. Shanith waited patiently, trying to help clear the fog from her rider's mind, then blinked as Ravana looked up at her.
It'll be fastest to fly but you feel so odd...I don't know if I can keep you on. Can you ride and I'll stay on the ground? Ravana climbed up then clung to her green as Shanith ran to the gather square with the ungainly grace of a dragon on the ground. She pulled up on the far side of the weyrbowl, making sure Ravana dismounted and walked beside her, crooning over the woman each time she stumbled. Ravana made it to where the wing gathered, running on sheer stubbornness.
Fatalisticly, Shanith thought to herself that at least the green rider was anal about tending her leathers. She would have looked perfectly turned out if it wasn't for the way her hair stuck out all over the place in the messy braid Ravana had put it in, or the fact that her tunic was inside out. Deciding that the whole lot of them could go screw themselves, the green settled.
Reaching for Zeianth, she paused then decided.Zeianth? Mine hasn't been sleeping, so three hours ago, I convinced her to take a sleep aid the healers had given her as a last resort. She can't seem to shake it entirely. Can yours make sure she doesn't get herself seriously damaged?
Looking at T'rel, Shanith felt her lip curl in a soft growl, barely keeping herself from issuing a challenge. Berruth couldn't order her around, he didn't have to will to control her, but others could. Ravana reached up and murmured, "Behave. We don't need his eyes on us today." Even half awake and trying too hard to stay that way, Ravana knew that.
Ravana was woken and fumbled her way into her leathers, resulting in a disheveled appearance. Shanith waited patiently, trying to help clear the fog from her rider's mind, then blinked as Ravana looked up at her.
Fatalisticly, Shanith thought to herself that at least the green rider was anal about tending her leathers. She would have looked perfectly turned out if it wasn't for the way her hair stuck out all over the place in the messy braid Ravana had put it in, or the fact that her tunic was inside out. Deciding that the whole lot of them could go screw themselves, the green settled.
Reaching for Zeianth, she paused then decided.
Looking at T'rel, Shanith felt her lip curl in a soft growl, barely keeping herself from issuing a challenge. Berruth couldn't order her around, he didn't have to will to control her, but others could. Ravana reached up and murmured, "Behave. We don't need his eyes on us today." Even half awake and trying too hard to stay that way, Ravana knew that.
