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05.Feb.13, 12:24 PM
Shanith nosed Ronarth gently, mute understanding passing from her to the male dragon. I'll come back and stay with you until you want me to go away.
We won't be allowed to spend the night here.
You don't have to. I will if it helps. Ronarth's my friend.
You call everyone friend.
R'ana felt her pop between, wondering what the heck her dragon was up to this time. She didn't have long to wonder, D'ren interrupting her thought train.
She spoke quietly. "I am sorry too. I should have asked." She looked down and away. "Leaping before looking is more Shanith's style, not mine. I don't know why I..." She did know though. She was spending too much time in Shanith's head and not enough time in her own.
She added, "And don't worry about it. She'll forget it by the time the sun sets. For Shanith...things aren't good or bad. They are either the worst thing to ever happen, or the best. I'm usually better at buffering her a bit, enough so that she doesn't react like that to a simple reprimand."
She saw the healer come in with relief. Teh woman glared at her a moment, a glare that was matched. Evidently Shanith had pestered her a lot. She wasn't in the mood to be sympathetic. The silent battle of wills was broken by R'ana being distracted when Shanith came back, her most battered ball in her jaws. She nudged it through the open window. It thunked as it hit the floor and rolled a bit.
R'ana fetched it, confusion showing on her features. The green padded to Ronarth, crooning to him and settling to lay down in the sun. R'ana turned the ball in her hands over and over, trying to work out what the hell her dragon wanted.
"You do realize Ronarth's a bronze right?" Her dragon just kept pestering at her until she gave in, talking aloud. "You get to explain to him why I'm making him a toy at a time like this, then." She spoke with no real heat, shaking her head at her own folly in doing this.
She dug in her pocket for her sewing kit. She kept it for emergency touchups of her leathers, or other people's. She looked around, seeing a pile of dirty laundry. An offer to pick up a chore of her choosing next time she had one she didn't like to the healer in exchange for one of dirty sheets was enough to net her one, the healer confused by the request. R'ana pawed through the pile a moment and pulled out one of D'ren's used sheets. She began to tear it into strips when she sat down.
"When I was getting ready to have 'Rani, I remembered how frantic Shanith was, and how she attempted to tear the building down to get to me. It's stupid, but I made her something with some of my old clothes, and the object helped her a bit, reminded her I was always close even if she couldn't feel me..." She trailed off. She had gotten the idea from Terken, who had used something similar with puppies he was weaning.
"I'm stepping out of line here, but why aren't you closer to a window? Maybe if Ronarth could see you, he'd settle a bit, because he'd know you're still there even when you're asleep. I know gawkers are a bad thing, but wouldn't he make sure noone looks into the window if you ask him?" And it would give him something ongoing and useful to do.
Give her something useful to do and she's happy. Shanith's words were soft, meant for Ronarth only, but R'ana growled, "I heard that, Shanith."
We won't be allowed to spend the night here.
You don't have to. I will if it helps. Ronarth's my friend.
You call everyone friend.
R'ana felt her pop between, wondering what the heck her dragon was up to this time. She didn't have long to wonder, D'ren interrupting her thought train.
She spoke quietly. "I am sorry too. I should have asked." She looked down and away. "Leaping before looking is more Shanith's style, not mine. I don't know why I..." She did know though. She was spending too much time in Shanith's head and not enough time in her own.
She added, "And don't worry about it. She'll forget it by the time the sun sets. For Shanith...things aren't good or bad. They are either the worst thing to ever happen, or the best. I'm usually better at buffering her a bit, enough so that she doesn't react like that to a simple reprimand."
She saw the healer come in with relief. Teh woman glared at her a moment, a glare that was matched. Evidently Shanith had pestered her a lot. She wasn't in the mood to be sympathetic. The silent battle of wills was broken by R'ana being distracted when Shanith came back, her most battered ball in her jaws. She nudged it through the open window. It thunked as it hit the floor and rolled a bit.
R'ana fetched it, confusion showing on her features. The green padded to Ronarth, crooning to him and settling to lay down in the sun. R'ana turned the ball in her hands over and over, trying to work out what the hell her dragon wanted.
"You do realize Ronarth's a bronze right?" Her dragon just kept pestering at her until she gave in, talking aloud. "You get to explain to him why I'm making him a toy at a time like this, then." She spoke with no real heat, shaking her head at her own folly in doing this.
She dug in her pocket for her sewing kit. She kept it for emergency touchups of her leathers, or other people's. She looked around, seeing a pile of dirty laundry. An offer to pick up a chore of her choosing next time she had one she didn't like to the healer in exchange for one of dirty sheets was enough to net her one, the healer confused by the request. R'ana pawed through the pile a moment and pulled out one of D'ren's used sheets. She began to tear it into strips when she sat down.
"When I was getting ready to have 'Rani, I remembered how frantic Shanith was, and how she attempted to tear the building down to get to me. It's stupid, but I made her something with some of my old clothes, and the object helped her a bit, reminded her I was always close even if she couldn't feel me..." She trailed off. She had gotten the idea from Terken, who had used something similar with puppies he was weaning.
"I'm stepping out of line here, but why aren't you closer to a window? Maybe if Ronarth could see you, he'd settle a bit, because he'd know you're still there even when you're asleep. I know gawkers are a bad thing, but wouldn't he make sure noone looks into the window if you ask him?" And it would give him something ongoing and useful to do.
Give her something useful to do and she's happy. Shanith's words were soft, meant for Ronarth only, but R'ana growled, "I heard that, Shanith."
