23.Jul.13, 09:50 PM
Ravana distrusted T'rel and found herself checking for a motive behind his kindness. Her mind was working slowly but it was working. Unusually for her, she would have given her right arm for some strong Klah then. She ignored the thought and took a breath, then started stretching out.
Thank you, Zeianth. Neither I or mine will forget this...well she won't once I tell her. The dragon shifted to hover over her bonded, flexing a wing to shade her and watching the goings on around them then her rider.
Berruth's words weren't acknowledged by the green, though she heard them. She wouldn't speak to him, she was still mad at him for...for...for something! She didn't remember what it was but she did remember she was pissed at the bronze!
Ravana winced as muscles gone stiff from chronic lack of sleep protested the action but moved through the first of the stretches, watching C'vir with foggy eyes. Shanith warned her an instant before T'rel came up behind her and corrected her stance. She made the adjustment, blushing at her own stupidity. She had been taught this in weyrling training and practised it often as she did all the exercises and drills. She should be getting them right after this long.
Refusing to acknowledge the emotions that stirred in her of the old inadequacy and fear she would always be this inadequate she followed C'vir's motions into the next stretch. T'rel corrected her again on his next passing of her, this time with a word about her lack of effort. She tuned him out, though made the corrections as best she could. Shanith's tail was beginning to twitch and her eyes beginning to show flashes of anger. We're not the only one's he's correcting. Cool it.
The stretches finally ended and Ravana resisted the urge to lean on her green. The dragon told her softly,Ayyonth's has noted your condition. Bully for him. I want to go back to bed. Her tone was harsher than intended and she sighed and made a note to assure him she was fine as soon as she could. She didn't want B'run accused of anything untoward. She wasn't feeling much better but grim determination to tough this out had settled in the greenrider and she was working hard to at least pretend she was halt and hearty though she still wove on her feet slightly, and her body just wouldn't respond right.
Berruth's words weren't acknowledged by the green, though she heard them. She wouldn't speak to him, she was still mad at him for...for...for something! She didn't remember what it was but she did remember she was pissed at the bronze!
Ravana winced as muscles gone stiff from chronic lack of sleep protested the action but moved through the first of the stretches, watching C'vir with foggy eyes. Shanith warned her an instant before T'rel came up behind her and corrected her stance. She made the adjustment, blushing at her own stupidity. She had been taught this in weyrling training and practised it often as she did all the exercises and drills. She should be getting them right after this long.
Refusing to acknowledge the emotions that stirred in her of the old inadequacy and fear she would always be this inadequate she followed C'vir's motions into the next stretch. T'rel corrected her again on his next passing of her, this time with a word about her lack of effort. She tuned him out, though made the corrections as best she could. Shanith's tail was beginning to twitch and her eyes beginning to show flashes of anger. We're not the only one's he's correcting. Cool it.
The stretches finally ended and Ravana resisted the urge to lean on her green. The dragon told her softly,