28.Feb.12, 05:39 AM
Tsuen watched carefully as the used grease slid sloppily down the deep green hide of Grith's shoulders and urped. She leaned forward, resting her forehead, which was newly beaded with sweat, against the shining golden hide. What was with this strange illness of hers!? Nirinath rumbled in agreement at Par'a's observation of Grith's pain; it was high time she was out. The gold kept a watchful eye on the proceedings since the oil was apparently going to make Tsu sick at her stomach, and as soon as she thought there was enough grease the butternut began to pull against the rope, shimmying slightly from side to side to aid in Grith's removal.
Finally the green began to budge, slowly and surely, till with a bit of a pop, she came unwedged from the frame of the doors. Nirinath dropped the rope and moved forward to nuzzle her. Are you alright? Has your wing been hurt further? Tsuen, however, made her way to the ground, her face paler than its normal Katilan tan. She avoided the grease bucket like it might bite her, but mustered a smile for Par'a. For Kerrin, she simply said, "I will let you know when I'm feeling better, and I can answer any questions you might have and maybe show you a few techniques as well." Surely the weyrbrat would see she didn't feel well.
Finally the green began to budge, slowly and surely, till with a bit of a pop, she came unwedged from the frame of the doors. Nirinath dropped the rope and moved forward to nuzzle her. Are you alright? Has your wing been hurt further? Tsuen, however, made her way to the ground, her face paler than its normal Katilan tan. She avoided the grease bucket like it might bite her, but mustered a smile for Par'a. For Kerrin, she simply said, "I will let you know when I'm feeling better, and I can answer any questions you might have and maybe show you a few techniques as well." Surely the weyrbrat would see she didn't feel well.
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[span style="background-color:#FFCF5B;"][color=#DD6206]Nirinath's Speech[/color][/span]