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08.Apr.12, 08:16 PM
S'kef rolled his head to the side as he heard someone else enter the room. He opened one sharp eye to inspect his caretaker, and was overcome with a brief stab of surprise when he realized just who it was. He considered laughing, but the sound caught in his throat and came forth as a cough instead, dampened by both his weak condition and perhaps the faintest bit of self-restraint.
Breccan. Smart girl. At least he hoped so, for both of their sakes.
He remembered her well. She'd been less than pleased at his appearance in the jungle that day, but at least she was less crazy than some of them were. She had a good reputation, so in a way he supposed he was glad. Of course, she was also a woman. Women were emotional and prone to poor decisions in stressful situations, but then again, that young Master was supposedly a headcase. So which was truly the better option?
Either way, S'kef still had no plans of dying.
"Hello," he said lightly, watching her movements with cautious interest. Her words came so sweetly and easily. He smiled back at her, biting back at his pain. His own expression was equally false.
"It is in your hands, isn't it?" he said softly. He closed his eyes and relaxed against his pillow. "I suppose it's a good thing that a girl so clever and ambitious as you wouldn't dare consider risking her life on a petty act of vengeance," he said dismissively. He added a mild chuckle on the end, brightly sincere in comparison to the rest of his words.
He wiped some sweat from his forehead. "So what do you think is wrong with me?" he asked, sounding far less interested than he actually was. Outside, he could feel Tyrrisath's presence. The dragon kept his consciousness close to that of his rider, ever vigilant of his rider's condition. The brown drifted into S'kef's mind and peeked out through his rider's eyes, inspecting the girl wordlessly. S'kef could feel a faint pulse of warning from the dragon. Tyrrisath didn't trust Breccan. Not by a long shot.
Noted
Breccan. Smart girl. At least he hoped so, for both of their sakes.
He remembered her well. She'd been less than pleased at his appearance in the jungle that day, but at least she was less crazy than some of them were. She had a good reputation, so in a way he supposed he was glad. Of course, she was also a woman. Women were emotional and prone to poor decisions in stressful situations, but then again, that young Master was supposedly a headcase. So which was truly the better option?
Either way, S'kef still had no plans of dying.
"Hello," he said lightly, watching her movements with cautious interest. Her words came so sweetly and easily. He smiled back at her, biting back at his pain. His own expression was equally false.
"It is in your hands, isn't it?" he said softly. He closed his eyes and relaxed against his pillow. "I suppose it's a good thing that a girl so clever and ambitious as you wouldn't dare consider risking her life on a petty act of vengeance," he said dismissively. He added a mild chuckle on the end, brightly sincere in comparison to the rest of his words.
He wiped some sweat from his forehead. "So what do you think is wrong with me?" he asked, sounding far less interested than he actually was. Outside, he could feel Tyrrisath's presence. The dragon kept his consciousness close to that of his rider, ever vigilant of his rider's condition. The brown drifted into S'kef's mind and peeked out through his rider's eyes, inspecting the girl wordlessly. S'kef could feel a faint pulse of warning from the dragon. Tyrrisath didn't trust Breccan. Not by a long shot.
Noted
