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24.Jun.13, 01:41 PM
Most of her bruises had faded in the last week and she no longer walked with tiny, mincing steps. All but one was nothing more than a spattering of color on her arms and legs. A sharp hug from Rislan no longer elicited a painful wince and the boy was home instead of staying at the creche. She should've just lied or at least lied better anyway but apparently she hadn't. He never used to be like that. Never once, in all the years she'd been alive, had he laid a hand on her, never shouted in anger. Until the failed rebellion attempt, the one that had gotten him lashed for his troubles. It seemed Ameris would pay for his failure for the rest of her life. At least until she impressed - if she impressed - anyway.
Mud crooned softly at her from where he lay on the ground. The little brown had nearly lost his life that day, trying to protect her. A tear in his wing sail was all he'd gotten for his trouble. Ameris knew it could've been worse if she hadn't rolled the firelizard beneath her and sheltered him with her body, taking even more of the blows. Luckily she'd gotten him to someone who was adept at sewing up the thin membranes of dragon wings. Firelizard's and dragon wings were much the same, she'd been told and he'd have a small scar but would eventually have full range of his wing. She was glad for that. She couldn't imagine what the busy brown would do if he couldn't fly properly.
She leaned back against her hands as the rush of the river lulled her into relaxing. Her face was tilted up soaking in the rays of the sun before it got to hot in the day for such things. The dark coloration along her jaw was stark in the unforgiving glare of the midmorning sun and Ameris was thankful not many were out and about. Too many people meant too many questions. Questions she had no desire to answer and was afraid she wasn't clever enough to excuse. The same questions her son had asked last night when he'd finally come home, questions she'd cleverly evaded. Of course evading a question from a toddler didn't take much cleverness but she'd properly diverted his attention anyway.
She could've simply fallen asleep in the warmth had her thoughts not been jumbled and frantic. Busy trying to think of excuses and clever lies to cover the bruising on her clear skin just in case someone did find the time to stop and ask. There were only so many times the excuse, "I fell into the door" would work. That lie got old fast and twisting it into a new one took too much effort. Her chaotic thoughts shut down as an indignant squawk from Mud broke through. Leaning her head to the side, Ameris glanced over as the little brown tried valiantly to struggle into the air. The shadow beside her went unnoticed as she reached out to hold the brown firelizard down with a sigh, "I really wish you'd stop trying to fly. I have no desire to take you back to the healer to resew your wing."
Mud crooned softly at her from where he lay on the ground. The little brown had nearly lost his life that day, trying to protect her. A tear in his wing sail was all he'd gotten for his trouble. Ameris knew it could've been worse if she hadn't rolled the firelizard beneath her and sheltered him with her body, taking even more of the blows. Luckily she'd gotten him to someone who was adept at sewing up the thin membranes of dragon wings. Firelizard's and dragon wings were much the same, she'd been told and he'd have a small scar but would eventually have full range of his wing. She was glad for that. She couldn't imagine what the busy brown would do if he couldn't fly properly.
She leaned back against her hands as the rush of the river lulled her into relaxing. Her face was tilted up soaking in the rays of the sun before it got to hot in the day for such things. The dark coloration along her jaw was stark in the unforgiving glare of the midmorning sun and Ameris was thankful not many were out and about. Too many people meant too many questions. Questions she had no desire to answer and was afraid she wasn't clever enough to excuse. The same questions her son had asked last night when he'd finally come home, questions she'd cleverly evaded. Of course evading a question from a toddler didn't take much cleverness but she'd properly diverted his attention anyway.
She could've simply fallen asleep in the warmth had her thoughts not been jumbled and frantic. Busy trying to think of excuses and clever lies to cover the bruising on her clear skin just in case someone did find the time to stop and ask. There were only so many times the excuse, "I fell into the door" would work. That lie got old fast and twisting it into a new one took too much effort. Her chaotic thoughts shut down as an indignant squawk from Mud broke through. Leaning her head to the side, Ameris glanced over as the little brown tried valiantly to struggle into the air. The shadow beside her went unnoticed as she reached out to hold the brown firelizard down with a sigh, "I really wish you'd stop trying to fly. I have no desire to take you back to the healer to resew your wing."
