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29.Mar.12, 09:06 PM
"You're going to get thicktail, you greedy little thing." Jada chided her bonded gently. Her cheek pressed to Indi's dark hair, quietly offering support to the girl. What could she say that someone else hadn't told her already? That Indivara wasn't (most certainly) keenly aware of by this point in time, well before she had even made the decision to approach the barracks. Jada had to give her approval on that- in the girl's position, Jada wasn't sure she could have risked coming face-to-face with the creature that had almost killed her. Then again, Jada was also something that Indivara was not.
Cowardly.
'That was foolish.' 'You could have died.' 'I was so worried.' So many things Jada wanted to say to the Weyrbrat, so many things that she simply wouldn't say.
No, Indivara was probably getting more than enough of that, and while Jada could give all the false pleasantries of 'It's not that bad', 'It could be worse' or 'I barely noticed it', she felt that her student deserved better than that. Not to mention the lie would blare like a klaxon to the child in front of her. Jada reached onto the table, pulling off a clean piece of linen, one that she would have been using at a later point on her bandaged arms. "Wipe. Don't get any extra oil. on your face. No crying, no fingers." The skin of that pretty face was blotched a sickly brown-and-yellow, with bruises of a pale green and still-darker colors. Red slashes, sewn together, stark symbols of Indivara's lack of caution and over-abundance of confidence.
Jada watched as her friend straightened, and Krypth's golden head tilted, eyes whirling. Wherries! Krypth's voice was joyous.
"What?" the Harper asked, and glanced at the girl next to her as the blanket was tucked around them. Indivara seemed miffed, and Krypth's tummy was threatening to rumble. As the fur tucked under Jada's legs, she leaned against the wall; The dragonet moved onto the bed, sliding her head into Indivara's lap. "Go ahead and tell me." Jada said at last. "Have you heard anything from the top? How long til you heal?"
Cowardly.
'That was foolish.' 'You could have died.' 'I was so worried.' So many things Jada wanted to say to the Weyrbrat, so many things that she simply wouldn't say.
No, Indivara was probably getting more than enough of that, and while Jada could give all the false pleasantries of 'It's not that bad', 'It could be worse' or 'I barely noticed it', she felt that her student deserved better than that. Not to mention the lie would blare like a klaxon to the child in front of her. Jada reached onto the table, pulling off a clean piece of linen, one that she would have been using at a later point on her bandaged arms. "Wipe. Don't get any extra oil. on your face. No crying, no fingers." The skin of that pretty face was blotched a sickly brown-and-yellow, with bruises of a pale green and still-darker colors. Red slashes, sewn together, stark symbols of Indivara's lack of caution and over-abundance of confidence.
Jada watched as her friend straightened, and Krypth's golden head tilted, eyes whirling. Wherries! Krypth's voice was joyous.
"What?" the Harper asked, and glanced at the girl next to her as the blanket was tucked around them. Indivara seemed miffed, and Krypth's tummy was threatening to rumble. As the fur tucked under Jada's legs, she leaned against the wall; The dragonet moved onto the bed, sliding her head into Indivara's lap. "Go ahead and tell me." Jada said at last. "Have you heard anything from the top? How long til you heal?"
