03.Feb.14, 06:42 AM
Casa had been at a lost after the landslide. For two days, she lie there, drugged to the gills and recovering, struggling awake only long enough to feed or oil the dragonet who sat by her side in constant protective fear. She couldn't bring herself to think about anything that had happened, instead focusing on the few things she did know: she had Impressed. She had her Gold, even if she couldn't bring herself to forgive her yet. She was not dead.
But she tried not to think of the dead. She had found out that not only had she lost Quenym - her heart still ached now - she had lost her father as well. Everyone she had loved was gone except Thallyath...who wanted her to move on and live her life. In time, Casa came to begrudingly forgive the Gold, though she was still frosty and unsure of what to say for the most part. Over the last month, they had come to an agreement on civility and teamwork, though it was limited in what Casa could do for her beyond sloppy oiling and messy food. Her left collarbone had shattered in three places, and there was a huge gouge in the same shoulder from a claw.
She had spent the month focusing on doing what she could with recovery, taking the limited lessons into account while focusing purely on what she was doing at any given time. She was still not ready to face what had happened; she could barely face Thallyath, though she loved the fierce Queen with every inch of her heart, afraid that she too would die and leave her alone.
Get up and stop those thoughts. It's not going to happen. It's time to go see the Healer, not to sit around and wallow. The dragon's frank voice was like a bucket of ice water over her, and she slowly stood, throwing Thallyath a sidelong look. She still couldn't bring herself to say she adored the little creature, not yet, but she knew that she was unerringly right in most things. Shuffling along, they cut through the many rooms that had been set up, all temporary housing and learning areas established since the weyr had been all but wiped up. Trudging into a room set aside for T'lian, she gently knocked at the frame, soft eyes trying to be bright against the hollows below them.
But she tried not to think of the dead. She had found out that not only had she lost Quenym - her heart still ached now - she had lost her father as well. Everyone she had loved was gone except Thallyath...who wanted her to move on and live her life. In time, Casa came to begrudingly forgive the Gold, though she was still frosty and unsure of what to say for the most part. Over the last month, they had come to an agreement on civility and teamwork, though it was limited in what Casa could do for her beyond sloppy oiling and messy food. Her left collarbone had shattered in three places, and there was a huge gouge in the same shoulder from a claw.
She had spent the month focusing on doing what she could with recovery, taking the limited lessons into account while focusing purely on what she was doing at any given time. She was still not ready to face what had happened; she could barely face Thallyath, though she loved the fierce Queen with every inch of her heart, afraid that she too would die and leave her alone.