Apologies without Action [Sanderon]

Jada had risen with the sun. It was an action that grew increasingly easy as the light slid across the Sands, raising the temperatures beyond what was already hardly bearable. She had watched over the eggs, with Krypth's hesitant permission, and the Weyrling had gone out to go and get some food. While she was gone, the Harper had stared at the eggs with great intensity. She knew that Krypth had hardened on these very Sands- which is why Jada wondered if maybe the temperature was too much? Really, the Gold was a little hardboiled sometimes, if her meaning was understood. Moving around the eggs, she prodded at the sand near them, not daring to touch the eggs themselves. It had been an experience, getting to feel the creature inside- whatever it looked like- moving within the egg she had dubbed the Bongo. One of the smallest, it was also one of the most beautiful. Really, though, the colors of the Bass were also enchanting...

I am back, Beloved. Krypth interrupted the Harper's musing. I am well-fed. Thank yo- Jada! you moved this one, didn't you. The sand looks different! The Gold uttered a harsh noise from her throat, shifting her clutch around, glaring at Jada accusingly. I can't believe you did that. Do you know what you might have done? This was my thinking pattern, Jada. I was thinking very hard, and it helped me concentrate.

"Concentrate?"

You are banished from my Sands until lunch. Krypth nudged her rider away, humming under her breath, thinking. Go do something constructive. Bother Tsuen. She deserves it. Obediently, the Goldrider left the Sands, and stared up at the morning sky, considering. It was hot out, and her dress was sticking to her. A bath and a change of clothes was one thing the Healer would order... And then, of course, breakfast. And thinking of Tsuen led the Harper's mind to someone else who she should probably go and visit.

She took a long bath, scrubbing every inch of herself, pleased to note all of her bruises she had been acquiring from people were fading. She had been a piece of artwork as of late, really. Slipping into a serviceable pair of breeches and a white linen tunic, she left her wet hair down so that it could air dry and made her way back across the Weyr to the kitchens. People were staring at her, mingled hostility and genuine kindness. It warmed her heart to have so many of her Northern Stolen still smile at her, reaching out to her as that Harper girl that they knew, not just as a goldrider. Yet here and there she could see the occasional hostile glance, as if she were a traitor for being Chosen.

As if she'd been the one to make the choice.

Stepping into the kitchen, she pored over the selection of breakfast foods. Most of it was leftovers from the evening before, this early in the morning, so she grabbed a few bubbly pies and a few hunks of meat. It went into a small basket, and she pored over the selection of juices. Three cups, three plates, and a carafe of crisp, cool fruit juice ended her selection. With those items in hand, she made her way to the Healer hall.

It was surprisingly easy to gain entrance to where they were keeping the boy who had been lashed. Sanderon was still being lathered with numbweed and dosed with fellis. On the suggestion of the nurse in charge, Jada cut up the meat in advance, and left her knife at the front. They were not sure if he would be violent, and did not want him to have a weapon, in case he was...

She understood.

Knocking lightly on the door, she did not wait for a reply before she pushed it open and poked her head inside, trying to see if he was awake or not. "Sanderon?"