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22.Mar.13, 06:55 AM
Shanith turned around in circles, wanting to help and being balked by her rider's insistence that she not help. The frustrated green fought her rider on it, creeling as she turned in frantic circles, and thrice she nearly broke away from R'ana.
The strain of keeping her in check was beginning to tell on R'ana, and she took a shaky breath. The dust made her cough twice and she was silent for a long moment.
Only when she was sure her green was under control for the moment, did she focus on other things.
She spoke quietly. "It's not because of the sex. Well it's partly why I fear the male riders but not the only reason. I'm clumsy. I trip over myself all the time and I'm a disaster to have in any wing."
R'ana snickered at his words then and said, "More likely her snout." She shook her head. "She's a fiend for bubbly pies." She closed her eyes drifting. "We get outta this, I'm feeding her all the pie she can hold."
She realized what he was talking of and sought to reassure him. "I think only those with the hole are those that impress. That's the way I like to think of it." She shrugged. "Or those that need a dragon for whatever reason."
She fumbled, released his hand and took her waterskin, passing it to him. It was still mostly full, and she had no idea how he would drink from it. But if he wanted to try he could.
She listened to him talking of his craft and smiled a bit. She spoke quietly. "It's easy to take metal and smiths for granted." Before she could say much more or answer his question, she heard I'shan, then saw I'shan.
She coughed again and spoke tiredly, though loudly enough to be heard. "Oahvakeen's leg is pinned, he said earlier it hurt. So is my arm." She tried to pull free, couldn't and added wryly, "Staying still's a good idea. I can see you, I'shan."
She just hoped that he never told anyone that she had been crying quietly, her face was wet from the tears, mostly of pain from the headache controlling Shanith gave her.
She answered Oahvakeen softly. "The easiest thing was to love Shanith. The hardest was drill. Had to work twice as hard as the other weyrlings in my class and graduated late anyway. You can imagine what people's reactions were like." She took a lungful of freshair, feeling Shanith relax once R'ana could see the light. "Shanith's relaxing, that's a good thing. Thank you, I'shan."
She tried to hide it from everyone but she was so scared, mostly that she would get Oahvakeen and Shanith killed. But partly that she wouldn't get out of here, that the trickling and pain she felt of her arm meant that she would lose use of that hand. She didn't want that.
The strain of keeping her in check was beginning to tell on R'ana, and she took a shaky breath. The dust made her cough twice and she was silent for a long moment.
Only when she was sure her green was under control for the moment, did she focus on other things.
She spoke quietly. "It's not because of the sex. Well it's partly why I fear the male riders but not the only reason. I'm clumsy. I trip over myself all the time and I'm a disaster to have in any wing."
R'ana snickered at his words then and said, "More likely her snout." She shook her head. "She's a fiend for bubbly pies." She closed her eyes drifting. "We get outta this, I'm feeding her all the pie she can hold."
She realized what he was talking of and sought to reassure him. "I think only those with the hole are those that impress. That's the way I like to think of it." She shrugged. "Or those that need a dragon for whatever reason."
She fumbled, released his hand and took her waterskin, passing it to him. It was still mostly full, and she had no idea how he would drink from it. But if he wanted to try he could.
She listened to him talking of his craft and smiled a bit. She spoke quietly. "It's easy to take metal and smiths for granted." Before she could say much more or answer his question, she heard I'shan, then saw I'shan.
She coughed again and spoke tiredly, though loudly enough to be heard. "Oahvakeen's leg is pinned, he said earlier it hurt. So is my arm." She tried to pull free, couldn't and added wryly, "Staying still's a good idea. I can see you, I'shan."
She just hoped that he never told anyone that she had been crying quietly, her face was wet from the tears, mostly of pain from the headache controlling Shanith gave her.
She answered Oahvakeen softly. "The easiest thing was to love Shanith. The hardest was drill. Had to work twice as hard as the other weyrlings in my class and graduated late anyway. You can imagine what people's reactions were like." She took a lungful of freshair, feeling Shanith relax once R'ana could see the light. "Shanith's relaxing, that's a good thing. Thank you, I'shan."
She tried to hide it from everyone but she was so scared, mostly that she would get Oahvakeen and Shanith killed. But partly that she wouldn't get out of here, that the trickling and pain she felt of her arm meant that she would lose use of that hand. She didn't want that.
