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04.Jan.13, 01:36 AM
As Talian leaned forward to take the food, instead of the brown, Jada relinquished it with a sigh. Eventually, perhaps! He really was a precious little thing. "Maybe next time he'll get to meet Klah. That might put him a little more at ease." She leaned back with a smile, and considered the way that the two of them has named their lizards. "Fellis. A Healer's very good friend, and Klah- a Harper's good friend, especially when she has a deadline." Not that Jada seemed to have those anymore. It was both good and bad. And tedious.
She reached out to Talian, patting his hand as she heard the note of malcontent in his voice. There was nothing she could say to his loss. She couldn't judge him, and she couldn't explain. The Harper might not be... her brow furrowed, and she considered her thought carefully. She might not be happy here, but she was not miserable either. It wasn't as fulfilling in some ways as she had envisioned a brilliant future in Harpercraft, but she had gained the acquaintance of such interesting people. As a Harper, she may never have met Indivara, or gotten to know Valerian as more than that pretty boy she'd had a crush on when she was a child. She would have never gotten to amuse herself by listening to Erisi's griping in class, or met R'nd, and the gentle lunkhead B'jin. And she never would have gotten to meet D'ren, a father-like figure to her. Never met Krypth, who brought out the best and the worst in her.
When the Healer spoke at last, his mouth curved in a frown, she found herself hanging on his words. D'ren was going to live? It was one of the best things that she had heard all day. All sevenday. Yet as his words sank in, she felt herself stiffen, gut twisting. "Chronic problems?" Stomach? Throat lining? "What could that mean, exactly? No running and jumping for a long time, obviously." She was trying to make light of it, but she knew her voice was shaking, that her face was pale. Chronic problems could mean that D'ren would be unable to continue... that S'kef would remain Weyrleader. Not necessarily a terrible thing, but with the way he paraded his- oh. Oh dear, she was getting as bad as Krypth, getting ready to shoot daggers at someone who had done her no harm.
"It's not like you can do any more harm than has already been done." She shoved to her feet, picking up the warm pot of klah with nerveless fingers. "you're the Master Healer. They should let you." Her voice was fierce and helpless. "And you are the only one who will tell me anything." she confessed, setting the pot back down. She had lifted it- to do something. To keep her hands busy. "I'm the next best thing to useless. And it is miserable."
She reached out to Talian, patting his hand as she heard the note of malcontent in his voice. There was nothing she could say to his loss. She couldn't judge him, and she couldn't explain. The Harper might not be... her brow furrowed, and she considered her thought carefully. She might not be happy here, but she was not miserable either. It wasn't as fulfilling in some ways as she had envisioned a brilliant future in Harpercraft, but she had gained the acquaintance of such interesting people. As a Harper, she may never have met Indivara, or gotten to know Valerian as more than that pretty boy she'd had a crush on when she was a child. She would have never gotten to amuse herself by listening to Erisi's griping in class, or met R'nd, and the gentle lunkhead B'jin. And she never would have gotten to meet D'ren, a father-like figure to her. Never met Krypth, who brought out the best and the worst in her.
When the Healer spoke at last, his mouth curved in a frown, she found herself hanging on his words. D'ren was going to live? It was one of the best things that she had heard all day. All sevenday. Yet as his words sank in, she felt herself stiffen, gut twisting. "Chronic problems?" Stomach? Throat lining? "What could that mean, exactly? No running and jumping for a long time, obviously." She was trying to make light of it, but she knew her voice was shaking, that her face was pale. Chronic problems could mean that D'ren would be unable to continue... that S'kef would remain Weyrleader. Not necessarily a terrible thing, but with the way he paraded his- oh. Oh dear, she was getting as bad as Krypth, getting ready to shoot daggers at someone who had done her no harm.
"It's not like you can do any more harm than has already been done." She shoved to her feet, picking up the warm pot of klah with nerveless fingers. "you're the Master Healer. They should let you." Her voice was fierce and helpless. "And you are the only one who will tell me anything." she confessed, setting the pot back down. She had lifted it- to do something. To keep her hands busy. "I'm the next best thing to useless. And it is miserable."
