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27.Jan.12, 04:08 PM
Fruit Juice, Thank Farnath.
Farnath-- she mused on this a moment. The name of the /first/ gold dragon, the name of a being who had helped saved Pern. One of the progenitors of the dragons here. That had now hidden themselves away from the rest of the world.
Farnath. Who had she been? Who had her rider been... somthing with an 'S', Lymsleia was aware of that. But no songs or stories were sung about her- not that her mother's ever taught her. Maybe she'd have to write some....
Lymlseia took the cup from the girl. "Indi, thank you." she said in a tired voice as she walked towards the the dark haired child. Lymsleia had to fight back the urge to chug the cold juice down with all of her will power.
The sun was hot and she didn't want to burn through the cool life giving liquid too quickly. She had been at Ista, and that alone had taught her the dangerous of heat exaustion. An Istan-child didn't work in the midday sun, not without proper refresh ment.
Turning her fingers Lymselia shook her head. "Not a lot, but then, I've been using rope, to move the logs, mud-plaster to to make them stick, with stone and gravel and leaves to fill the gaps.
Noticing Volfetti, Lymsleia brighted. "Vol!" she didn't bark at the pregnant woman but she was more cautious. She'd seen Volfetti on many occasions, most the regular pregnancy checkups that came with the woman. But Lymsleia enjoyed her. A little snippy, but that was out of the ordinary, pregnancy did weird weird things to a woman. She did wonder though what Volfetti was naturally like. "How are you today? And how's the little one?" The dark skinned woman and moved closer, leaving Indivara to her desk to food distribution.
Her heterochromia was more prominent in the sun light now, though it was hard to say whether her eyes where truely both blue, or was one grey? It was hard to say, but in the sunlight the grey are was somewhat more pronounced in a muted shade. "Here." she said handing the the woman a second cup. "Drink up," On her arm were balanced two plates of food. "Hungry, we can go find some shade and sit, and talk. I wanted to just to talk. I mean..." Lymsleia seemed a bit flustered for a moment.
"I want to be more than just your healer, during the time your pregant, Volfetti." she said those words quickly as if speaking them were painful. But a small smile crossed her face, "I want to be your friend if that's ok, but for the moment I'll be your healer..." she got up a moment and spoke with another one of the workers. Who returned a few moments later with a container and some water. "Soak your feet." it was a command. She gestured to the woman's feet. "I could tell the way you were walking, take a little bit of load off of them. the waters not Telgar-cold, but it'll do,probably to take the edge off, if they're throbbing." Lymselia set the container of water down, near a down-and unsured log that hadn't been moved yet. "We can sit here,eat, and talk."
Farnath-- she mused on this a moment. The name of the /first/ gold dragon, the name of a being who had helped saved Pern. One of the progenitors of the dragons here. That had now hidden themselves away from the rest of the world.
Farnath. Who had she been? Who had her rider been... somthing with an 'S', Lymsleia was aware of that. But no songs or stories were sung about her- not that her mother's ever taught her. Maybe she'd have to write some....
Lymlseia took the cup from the girl. "Indi, thank you." she said in a tired voice as she walked towards the the dark haired child. Lymsleia had to fight back the urge to chug the cold juice down with all of her will power.
The sun was hot and she didn't want to burn through the cool life giving liquid too quickly. She had been at Ista, and that alone had taught her the dangerous of heat exaustion. An Istan-child didn't work in the midday sun, not without proper refresh ment.
Turning her fingers Lymselia shook her head. "Not a lot, but then, I've been using rope, to move the logs, mud-plaster to to make them stick, with stone and gravel and leaves to fill the gaps.
Noticing Volfetti, Lymsleia brighted. "Vol!" she didn't bark at the pregnant woman but she was more cautious. She'd seen Volfetti on many occasions, most the regular pregnancy checkups that came with the woman. But Lymsleia enjoyed her. A little snippy, but that was out of the ordinary, pregnancy did weird weird things to a woman. She did wonder though what Volfetti was naturally like. "How are you today? And how's the little one?" The dark skinned woman and moved closer, leaving Indivara to her desk to food distribution.
Her heterochromia was more prominent in the sun light now, though it was hard to say whether her eyes where truely both blue, or was one grey? It was hard to say, but in the sunlight the grey are was somewhat more pronounced in a muted shade. "Here." she said handing the the woman a second cup. "Drink up," On her arm were balanced two plates of food. "Hungry, we can go find some shade and sit, and talk. I wanted to just to talk. I mean..." Lymsleia seemed a bit flustered for a moment.
"I want to be more than just your healer, during the time your pregant, Volfetti." she said those words quickly as if speaking them were painful. But a small smile crossed her face, "I want to be your friend if that's ok, but for the moment I'll be your healer..." she got up a moment and spoke with another one of the workers. Who returned a few moments later with a container and some water. "Soak your feet." it was a command. She gestured to the woman's feet. "I could tell the way you were walking, take a little bit of load off of them. the waters not Telgar-cold, but it'll do,probably to take the edge off, if they're throbbing." Lymselia set the container of water down, near a down-and unsured log that hadn't been moved yet. "We can sit here,eat, and talk."
