04.Feb.13, 05:17 AM
Shanith's shriek was a sound that R'ana prayed was mental rather than physical, the dragon backpedaling mentally and physically so fast that she tripped over her tail.
I'm sorry he's hurting and it's hurting R'ana to see it and be able to do nothing and we wanted to help and make him happy and I'm sorry, Ronarth, I'm sorry I won't do it again, I promise, please please don't be mad.
On her back she thrashed a moment, until R'ana forced a projection of reassurances to her dragon, going for forceful strength rather than subtlty. R'ana stood by the closest window, half in, half out of it when her dragon stopped thrashing, and simply trembled. She got her to come to her and stroked the elbow that was the only part of dragon she could reach.
It took moments for Shanith to calm, and R'ana took a breath once she did, resting her head agaisnt the wall. Her composure shattered, the fear of everything going on that she was trying to hide evident until R'ana slammed the pieces of her composure back together.
It would have been better had anyone but her paid this visit. She faced the knowledge head on and shook herself. Stupid stupid stupid...
Shanith broke in, calmer now, and letting out a croon to her rider. R'ana whispered, "I'm okay. Why don't you pick a good spot for us to camp tonight, away from the weyr. I'll let you know when I'm done here, baby girl."
Shanith pulled away and gave a soft croon. The healer you asked me to find?
"I'll look if he gets any worse. I'm sure the commotion will bring someone along. Go on! Make sure there are no felines around!" Shanith stepped away, gave one last apology and flew off, hopping between.
She came back to Dren quietly, sitting and looking for her beads then pulling another set from her pocket. She spoke quietly. "Maybe he didn't think he could handle it?" She offered the words quietly.
She was trembling lightly but did not want to talk about it, she could see she had caused more harm than good. and if she lingered on that Shanith could come back. Really what had she been thinking? "Noone that hasn't been cleared that I know of, but I've been away from the weyr mostly. Cowardice I know, but...It helps keep Shanith calm not to be around stressed dragons."
She took a breath, cast around for a bit of conversation and offered up, "Do you know how many ceiling tiles there are yet? I never did get an count that was the same each time I counted." She heard some noise then and looked to the door hoping it was a healer.
I'm sorry he's hurting and it's hurting R'ana to see it and be able to do nothing and we wanted to help and make him happy and I'm sorry, Ronarth, I'm sorry I won't do it again, I promise, please please don't be mad.
On her back she thrashed a moment, until R'ana forced a projection of reassurances to her dragon, going for forceful strength rather than subtlty. R'ana stood by the closest window, half in, half out of it when her dragon stopped thrashing, and simply trembled. She got her to come to her and stroked the elbow that was the only part of dragon she could reach.
It took moments for Shanith to calm, and R'ana took a breath once she did, resting her head agaisnt the wall. Her composure shattered, the fear of everything going on that she was trying to hide evident until R'ana slammed the pieces of her composure back together.
It would have been better had anyone but her paid this visit. She faced the knowledge head on and shook herself. Stupid stupid stupid...
Shanith broke in, calmer now, and letting out a croon to her rider. R'ana whispered, "I'm okay. Why don't you pick a good spot for us to camp tonight, away from the weyr. I'll let you know when I'm done here, baby girl."
Shanith pulled away and gave a soft croon. The healer you asked me to find?
"I'll look if he gets any worse. I'm sure the commotion will bring someone along. Go on! Make sure there are no felines around!" Shanith stepped away, gave one last apology and flew off, hopping between.
She came back to Dren quietly, sitting and looking for her beads then pulling another set from her pocket. She spoke quietly. "Maybe he didn't think he could handle it?" She offered the words quietly.
She was trembling lightly but did not want to talk about it, she could see she had caused more harm than good. and if she lingered on that Shanith could come back. Really what had she been thinking? "Noone that hasn't been cleared that I know of, but I've been away from the weyr mostly. Cowardice I know, but...It helps keep Shanith calm not to be around stressed dragons."
She took a breath, cast around for a bit of conversation and offered up, "Do you know how many ceiling tiles there are yet? I never did get an count that was the same each time I counted." She heard some noise then and looked to the door hoping it was a healer.