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31.Jan.13, 12:40 PM
She looked around, startled more by what she didn't see. No sign that any of those she had heard D'ren called friend had shown up. Not even the Weyr second. Well she could understand him staying away, if he didn't want to face D'ren over S'kef becoming weyrleader.
She was quietly unhappy about that. On one hand, looking at it objectively, it wasn't the grand catastrophe she thought it could be but...Personally she disliked that man being in control. Especially with noone to temper him towards a more moderate leadership style...
If you're going to fret over politics can you do it another time? You're distracting me!
From What? Shanith was silent and R'ana jerked her attention to D'ren who looked...like he was trying to hide pain. She met his eyes a moment before her own skittered away. Shanith, can you pester a healer into coming and checking on D'ren? Any healer, and make yourself a pest until they come?
It was a little unfair siccing Shanith on a poor innocent healer, but D'ren hurting meant his dragon was hurting and though she barely knew the man, she worried. It was why she was here and seeing him alive and recovering eased her spirits a bit. She had liked D'ren, his thoughts of women riding fighting dragons aside.
Happily! Joy at being useful filtered into the link between dragon and rider, and R'ana spared a thought of sympathy for the poor soul that was about to come check on D'ren. Even though they probably didn't know it yet.
She sat down and absetly reached to grip his hand momentarily. Hugging the man didn't seem to be a good idea, even if she personally thought he needed it. She spoke quietly. "Hobbies keep a man sane. And maybe you can draw some pictures of your kid? They grow almsot as fast as dragons." She heard the grimness, had no clue how to adress it. "You know, I heard there was a sudden rise in the supply of headache meds recently."
As jokes went, it was a horrendous one. She winced in apology, and added, "Might not be entirely a bad thing. Seems you've been seeing alot of the worst in people, I was told the higher ups always did. It's why I'm glad I impressed Shanith and not a gold. She's a permanent upset to the nervous system, but at least I don't have to worry too much about politics." She bit her lip, trying to offer comfort and knowing she sucked mightily at it.
She was quietly unhappy about that. On one hand, looking at it objectively, it wasn't the grand catastrophe she thought it could be but...Personally she disliked that man being in control. Especially with noone to temper him towards a more moderate leadership style...
If you're going to fret over politics can you do it another time? You're distracting me!
From What? Shanith was silent and R'ana jerked her attention to D'ren who looked...like he was trying to hide pain. She met his eyes a moment before her own skittered away. Shanith, can you pester a healer into coming and checking on D'ren? Any healer, and make yourself a pest until they come?
It was a little unfair siccing Shanith on a poor innocent healer, but D'ren hurting meant his dragon was hurting and though she barely knew the man, she worried. It was why she was here and seeing him alive and recovering eased her spirits a bit. She had liked D'ren, his thoughts of women riding fighting dragons aside.
Happily! Joy at being useful filtered into the link between dragon and rider, and R'ana spared a thought of sympathy for the poor soul that was about to come check on D'ren. Even though they probably didn't know it yet.
She sat down and absetly reached to grip his hand momentarily. Hugging the man didn't seem to be a good idea, even if she personally thought he needed it. She spoke quietly. "Hobbies keep a man sane. And maybe you can draw some pictures of your kid? They grow almsot as fast as dragons." She heard the grimness, had no clue how to adress it. "You know, I heard there was a sudden rise in the supply of headache meds recently."
As jokes went, it was a horrendous one. She winced in apology, and added, "Might not be entirely a bad thing. Seems you've been seeing alot of the worst in people, I was told the higher ups always did. It's why I'm glad I impressed Shanith and not a gold. She's a permanent upset to the nervous system, but at least I don't have to worry too much about politics." She bit her lip, trying to offer comfort and knowing she sucked mightily at it.
