14.Mar.12, 07:58 PM
Lashings? Lymsleia still couldn't get over D'ren pronouncement of punishment. The Weyr was going to punish B'jin.
She had prepared herself, admitedly she knew this was much more Talian's field of study- he was a trauma specialist, but she stood ready to take up the slack. She knew they were close. And as she pushed herself towards the front of the crowd saying: "excuse me, healer coming through. Excuse me. Ahh sorry." she finally squeezed herself to the front. She scanned, Talian, where was he? She wanted to comfort him, but she could feel her body shaking. Anger and sadness driving her. "Talian, B'jin, D'ren..." she shook her heqad. This felt like madness.
She had prepared herself, admitedly she knew this was much more Talian's field of study- he was a trauma specialist, but she stood ready to take up the slack. She knew they were close. And as she pushed herself towards the front of the crowd saying: "excuse me, healer coming through. Excuse me. Ahh sorry." she finally squeezed herself to the front. She scanned, Talian, where was he? She wanted to comfort him, but she could feel her body shaking. Anger and sadness driving her. "Talian, B'jin, D'ren..." she shook her heqad. This felt like madness.