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Post by Kira on Nov 4, 2010 1:25:24 GMT -5
Tess had given K'roi a careful smile as he spoke. "Going well, yes. That one was a bit, er...shy," she said with a cough, motioning to Miko. She was very obviously lying, but equally obviously amused by it. Especially with the urge to giggle at 'Miko' and 'shy' being put in the same sentence. Ever. Everything seemed to be going rather well, even when some Candidate asked to...caress...the egg. She had to swallow a laugh over that one. She was always amazed by the way the Candidates' eyes lit up as they touched the eggs - especially for the first time. She was beginning to finally relax again, a smile playing at her lips, when little Brillia flitted in - and all Fall broke loose. Some were sent off to defend the herds, then even more down to the Hall, and more again off to the cliffs. She felt the tremor as the boulders were dropped again. She took a sharp intake of breath, then turned to K'roi with a look of horror before making to rush off the Sands to go lend her aide. There were definitely going to be people that needed her down there! Her progress was halted, however, when the rogue Wing swept in overhead and dropped down in on them. They swirled so thick they almost blocked out the rays of the sun... Tess rushed forward as the others did, ready to take her place in defending her Weyr. In all honesty, while she could handle a bit of tussling and she knew some good techniques to get away from an attacker, she wasn't all that keen with actual fighting. She caught a slash from a whip on one of her arms, just barely breaking skin, but she just hissed out something that sounded suspiciously like a swear and ignored it for the moment being. Jaser had other ideas, calling a few of his brethren to assist him in making certain that stupiduglyMALE would never be able to hurt His again. Finally making it close enough to one of the men who was jerking a girl around by the wrist, she aimed a punch. He moved his head to the side to dodge and she gave a dark smile - she wasn't aiming for his head. He soon found himself gasping and letting go of the girl when Tess's fist collided with his windpipe. He fell down, but before Tess could decide on her next move the previously hindered girl had leapt forward with a snarl, clawing at the larger man and growling nonsense at him. Well, apparently she was angry. Quickly moving on so as not to get between the two, Tess saw another Candidate knocked away by a nasty blow. Barreling into the man and shoving, she just managed to stop him from getting a downward blow at the boy already writhing in pain. He reared back a fist and punched her, making her vision swim for a moment. While she had never been hit quite that hard before, she had been the victim of the limbs of flailing and defensive patients before and when she was focused it was easier to regain her senses. The next blow he aimed was with his club, hitting her in the ribs along one side. She quickly retaliated by grabbing onto his wrist before it could be retracted and pressing down on a joint there. ...Which did almost nothing. What the...? The move itself was very painful, and often would bring a grown man to his knees if enough pressure was applied. Fall, with enough pressure it could break the wrist...but the man simply tore his arm away as if he didn't feel it. That was when she truly took a moment to really see his face. It nearly made her vomit in apprehension. She'd seen eyes like that before. Wide, dilated, bloodshot...and completely and utterly mad. That was why they hit so hard, and fought so single-mindedly, and didn't react as well to pain... A voice sounded in her head, confirming the connection she had just made. The madness of Silver Cove Weyr had come back to haunt them. She knew she had frozen too long, and tried to prepare herself as he rushed again. Luckily, he was tackled by someone from Cerulean before he managed to get his hands on her. She pushed aside the thought of the pain she was going to be in later, adrenaline thankfully masking it for now, and dashed over to the fallen Candidate from before. Picking him up by the shoulders of his tunic, she quickly dragged him back away from the melee so that she might be able to tend him before she was really needed. .o0O0o. Tiieh had been sent to find safety by Hers, but...she couldn't seem to find it anywhere. After almost getting roasted in search of her golden mother, she instead reatreated over to little Selene, curling up in her neck and ignoring all the bigwingbaddies and the bigbignoisesthathurt and the bigscaryfuzzythings near Hers'slittletwoleg. Hers was her safe place, but if she couldn't be there...then here was second best. Shivering, she let out a small keening noise. .o0O0o. Brillia chirped imperiously at the assorted flitters, directing them this way and that. NO ONE hurt the bigeggs! She knew what Hers and Herbigwingbrown thought of the bigeggs, and she knew what she would have done if anyone had tried to steal HER preciouseggs. Snarling shrilly, she launched herself at one of the humans, scraping his scalp with her sharp little claws and grabbing onto a hank of hair and tugtugtugging! RAWR!
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Post by Kira on Nov 3, 2010 23:42:47 GMT -5
Feynth dropped lightly to the area meant for firestone-bagging. His was either going to love him or kill him later, but he didn't care. Well, mostly. He was sort of hoping that she'd heap praise on him, but, well...they were them; sarcasm was more their thing. Tearing into a pile, he managed to swallow a few mouthfuls of the rock. It would be enough to last for most of what he was going to do, he figured.
Winging back near the entrance to the Hall, he swept close to the cliff above it and latched in with his claws. This was going to be tricky. The mouth of the entrance was large enough to fit a small dragon, since in times of dire need injured ones could be housed there instead of the infirmary, but with all the people running out... Shaking his head to rid himself of doubt, as his was often doing, he dug his claws into the rock and tipped his serpentine body around the top portion of the entrance. It's just mind over matter, he told himself. He just had to concentrate on gripping the ceiling and he could wedge himself in and not fall on the last of those escaping. Unwittingly using a hint of his inherent telekinetic skill, he managed to creep his way into the mouth of the Hall. Quickly readjusting himself above the entryway, he glared down at the few who had stopped to stare. RUN, you idiots! he scolded with an accompanying hiss. The few left behind high-tailed it after that. He was about to set about his task when he felt a mental lurch from outside, knowing that one of his fellows had fallen. Goodbye, Reinth, he intoned to nothing, letting out a small keen.
S'ren split off from the group to take her own hallway. Approaching the entrance and seeing a few of the tunnelsnakes spilling out, she stopped to curse. She...wasn't entirely certain how to use this thing, really. Fiddling with a dial, she finally pulled the trigger as a few got a bit too close. A massive fireball turned them crispy as she let out an surprised squeak as she dropped the wand. Blushing and glad that no-one had heard that, she gingerly picked the wand back up. "Eheh...I think this needs to be...turned down..." She adjusted the knob again, and this time it was working right. Flaming her way slowly through the door into the Hall, she was quite pleased with herself. "HAH! I am a geniu- what the...?" 'Fey, what the heck are you doing up there!' Are there any humans left below me? 'Wha-? No...,' she replied sadly. Well, no living humans. She could see a couple bodies being crawled over spread around, and it made her shudder. Then I am doing THIS. And with that, Feynth turned his head and let out a gout of flame, torching the nearest tunnelsnakes quite well.
S'ren crowed. 'WE'RE geniuses! Getting back to her task, she worked the agenothree tank carefully and as precisely as possible. She could see some of the others coming in from the other hallways doing the same. They would get this handled fine, now.
There were still too many for Feynth to drop down to the floor yet, but he soon found that to be a good thing as a shot of flame leapt in through the door. HEY!, he called to the other dragons he knew were there. Watch it! I'm already in here! What if there had been humans there, you nimrod?! He received a quick apology from the green that had flamed, but brushed it off to speedily coordinate with the three crowded in the doorway to time their blasts. Soon, the tunnelsnakes were being withered away from every entrance, falling back to the middle of the Hall and along some of the enclosed walls.
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Post by Kira on Nov 3, 2010 23:02:02 GMT -5
V'taph was pleased with himself. He'd gotten some work done that morning, a little training in with Veneth, dragged the the imp to the Sands and made him attend the Touching (though why he didn't want to was beyond comprehension), and now he was relaxing in his Weyr with a nice little snack. Tiieh chirped at him from where the odd little thing was curled on his chest and he chuckled, giving her another tiny chunk of the fruit. Meat was best for her, but he knew he spoiled her; she liked it and it wouldn't make her ill, so why not? Suddenly, she spun on his chest, hackles raised and hissing at the ledge opening. V'taph was halfway through wondering why she was hissing at Veneth when the dozing brown came fully awake and snarled. He issued forth a very odd panicked sound and scrambled off the ledge. Stay back! Go to the back of the Weyr!" Years of training were the only thing that allowed V'taph to spring to action and sprint almost to the innermost wall before the boulder hit his ledge. Some of the outer portion caved in a bit as it bounced down the cliff. Tiieh clung to the front of his leathers, screeching in fright and pain - the loud noise was too much for her. 'What the FALL ?!' Attack. Four dragons. Smashing weyrs,[/color] came the quick, terse reply. Swearing, V'taph quickly sent Tiieh away, telling her to go somewhere safe. If they were still attacking, there would be more noise, and he couldn't concentrate with a flit screeching in his ear. 'Show me,' he told Veneth, and with a wrench their minds connected so V'taph could see the two greens dropping down to recollect the boulders, and then the two browns hurtling into the cliff right before he felt the shake of the impact. There were little dots of people running and screaming everywhere. They didn't even need to discuss their plan, as close as they were, especially at that moment. Veneth quickly contacted the closest few dragons he felt that didn't feel like The Outsiders. Hobble the greens first! They are killing our people! Try to get the boulders away and drop them in the ocean! Veneth himself twisted in the air and launched himself at the back of one of the browns. He bit down hard on the joint between neck and shoulder, latching his claws around the other's sides and digging them in. The enemy brown's wings faltered in their limited space and the pair began to fall away. 'Be careful!' V'taph admonished. Veneth snapped out his wings. He couldn't carry them both, no, but he could use them to place himself on top and angle them away from the weyrs. Slamming the other into the ocean was the plan, the surface tension of the water sometimes being greater than that of stone. Plus, it would keep him away from falling on people. The trapped brown thrashed in Veneth's grip, hurting himself more than dislodging himself, and trying to twist around to bite the other back. V'taph had sprung into action as well. There would be people trapped in the caves and weyrs that had already been hit, and the weakened stone could cave-in or break and slide down the cliff at any moment. He rushed from his own quarters, easily bursting through most doors in his fervor. He found a few people, scared or dazed, and a handful of wounded, quickly directing them to take the stairs up. They could run into the jungle along the top ledges, as the beaches were too dangerous. The unhurt were instructed to carry along the injured. V'taph might have carried a few himself, but he had a different bit of franticness in his mindset. Of all the people that could be in those hallways, there was one he sought. If she got hurt because he wasn't there to protect her than he would never forgive himself. Crashing his way along, careful to avoid rubble and any ceilings that looked not-quite-sturdy, he threaded his way to the creche, hoping he would find her there, safe and sound - if a bit scared. .o0O0o. Tiieh was a scared little bundle of nerves. Herbigtwoleg and herbigbrownwing were fighting and it was noisy and there was dust everywhere. Hers had said to go somewhere safe - but there was nowhere safe! Creeling, she felt around with her mind as she clung to a wall. Her mother! She quickly dropped into between and came out above the Sands...and then had to quickly drop between again with a screech of fright to avoid getting blasted by fire. Appearing again in a clearer corner of the arena, she saw a familiar little blonde head. Hers'slittletwoleg. Winking out again, she appeared no more than a foot above Selene and quickly darted to her shoulder, curling up next to her neck and shivering in fright, keening quietly.
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Post by Kira on Nov 3, 2010 22:00:18 GMT -5
Mira coughed again as she backed into the storerooms for another bag. The smoke was thick, but the flour kept lingering in the air too. It was making a nice patch of no-more-fire in front of the storeroom doors, but she had a lot more ground to cover. She realized that she had sort of blocked herself in as the flames licked over the slick patches she'd had to walk through. There was something else nagging at the back of her mind, but the adrenaline rushing in her ears made it hard to focus on anything except the flames before her. Swearing, she hefted the sack as best she could and began trying to spread it again.
She hissed when she felt some of the flame trying to creep up her leg where the oil had splashed and quickly turned to pat it out. As she turned, the flour dispersed just a little more. There was almost no warning as the thick particles in the air suddenly ignited. Mira was knocked back into the storeroom from the blast, and hit a bunch of shelves hard with her back and head. The half-empty sack had followed her, striking her in the chest as well. Trying to gasp in air and getting only smoke, she fell. Hacking twice as blackness closed in on her vision, she finally figured out what was nagging her: airborne flour could be incredibly explosive. The irony, was the last thought that passed her mind as she finally tipped over into unconsciousness.
The flames continued to roar right outside of the door, billowing smoke into the enclosed area. A few small flames licked over her feet and up her ankles for a moment, burning up the splashed oil there.
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Post by Kira on Nov 3, 2010 21:40:16 GMT -5
It had been awhile since L'cin, Queth, and Brillia had gotten a chance to go exploring just the three of them. It had admittedly been rather nice, despite L'cin's teasing that Queth would know every inch of this island by the time he turned two. They'd stocked up on a few wild fruits for later, but were more than ready to come home for a proper meal. Plus, Queth was a little hungry, and they rather didn't want to run into anything large enough for him to fill up on that lived in the jungles.
Winging back to the Weyr's feeding grounds, they caught sight of something odd. Were those dragons right over the feeding pens? L'cin squinted into the distance in confusion for only a moment before Queth let loose a reverberating rumble of a growl and dropped quickly to the ground. 'Queth, what-?' They are not ours,[/color] Queth cut him off, before giving a shake. Off now, Mine. I don't want you hurt. 'Wha- HEY, nono! I'm not leaving y-!'[/i] Queth turned his head and yanked at one of the straps on his harness with his teeth, jolting L'cin again. NOW. Calzanth already fights, I will not be alone. Trust me.
With a grimace, L'cin undid the straps and dropped down as quickly as possible. He didn't want to, but he didn't think the stubborn dragon was giving him another choice in the matter. Queth wasted no time leaping into the air again and taking off toward the attackers. They were as dirty and disgusting as that bronze that had hurt him, his queen, and his brethren. Well, he had learned one thing from that. Rocketing toward them, he extended his claws forward at the last minute as he barreled into one the brown - just as the bronze had done to him. They shot off into the field, rolling one over the other in a tangle of limbs. His claws had hit, but it wasn't a mortal blow. Separating and righting themselves in a scramble, Queth crouched threateningly and roared back when the other challenged him. There was a Rider atop the dragon, and that could be a problem. He was much bigger than the attacking brown, but he would have to watch out for the other two blues. Calzanth, I fight alongside you! he called over to the other massive brown, letting him know that he wasn't alone and hoping that they could work together.
Swearing more than he ever had in his life, L'cin was running. Thankfully his muscles and stamina had built up over the time spent training with his dragon, and he was able to sprint the remaining distance across the field without getting too winded. Still, fast as he was, it seemed like it was taking him forever to reach the melee. Brillia screeched as she shot along beside him, keeping pace with his stride, his fear and anger reflected in her eyes. Thinking quickly, L'cin focused on sending her with a message. 'Brilli, go get help! We need help! People are attacking the herds! Go get a picture of it, and then go get help!' The flit gave an imperious chirp and winked between. A tiny flash of gold could be seen about the attackers for only a moment before it was gone again. L'cin gave a mental sigh of relief, thankful; as wonderful as all the colors could be, he was glad that he got one of the ones known for being more intelligent.
Finally arriving, to the area, he stopped short. All he had were the small knives, and he wasn't all that good with them. One was just a beltknife and the other he wore whenever they went exploring, just in case. He'd put on a bit more muscle these past few months, but he was still no match for strength for any of those men. Hesitating as he eyed his surroundings quickly, he decided to improvise. Grabbing a shovel, he turned to run into the fray. His feet stuck for a moment as fear gripped him - he was no warrior, and the idea of harming another person made the bile rise in his throat - but he shook it off. For the safety of his Weyr, he had to. Hefting the shovel, he took off at full speed. Coming to the first attacker, he snarled and swung with all the momentum he could build.
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Post by Kira on Oct 28, 2010 14:23:40 GMT -5
S'ren was thinking, and she was thinking hard. She had initially intended to look over the copied set of flight maneuvers in front of her, having an idea for a modification for one that she wanted to hunt down a wingrider and ask about. Perhaps a Wingleader, if he wasn't busy. It would help to have it written and sketched out first, though, so she wasn't wasting their time. Feynth was excited about their looming graduation, and couldn't wait to take his place in the fighting wings. He loved strategy just as much as she did, and they'd taken care to make sure the maneuvers they had thought of for variations were actually possible. Well, at least they were possible for one blue by himself. ...Maybe she'd get L'cin and Queth to help double-check it before she went to present it.
Which was the line of thought that brought her to her current quandary: L'cin. He was hiding something from her. She just knew it. He was her twin - he wasn't supposed to hide anything from her! She frowned and plucked at her lower lip, eyes narrowing unseeingly on the papers in front of her. He and that adorable little greenrider had kinda been making eyes at each other a little more noticeably... But if anything had happened, he would have told her. ...Right?
She was jolted out of her uneasy thoughts as one of the workers nearby set down a crate a bit hard. She looked over at them oddly. She was a mite curious about what supplies they were getting in, but she had been too focused on her train of thought to get distracted before. Welcoming the distraction, she peered over at the crates and tilted her head. She could almost swear she heard a sound...had something busted in that last one? That 'sss' noise could be salt or something pouring out, or air escaping from a sealed container... She frowned, and was making to stand up and go inform the kitchen workers to unload that one first since she didn't want any stock ruined any more than they did...and then the workers all moved in a scattered almost-unison to open and smash the crates.
And she quickly realized what that sound had actually been made by.
The tunnelsnakes were angry, that was for certain, and they streamed out of their confined prisons with a speed borne of that. She stared for a moment in horror, then quickly clambered up on top of the table. The tunnelsnakes would probably keep mostly to the floor for a bit, at least, so she thought it safer up there. Making certain she didn't step in anything that would make her slip, she quickly started making her way to the nearest exit that wasn't already blocked by the creatures. Several others took to her idea and there was a great deal of crashing amidst the screams as people ran across the tables.
By the time she reached the doors, she had a plan. Maybe it wasn't a good plan, but it was a plan. She had seen others trying to prod the reptiles back with long sticks, but that would only keep them a short time. No...no, they needed to be taken care of. And there was one thing that could do that: fire. S'ren! What's wrong?! I feel your panic! came the worried voice of her mindmate.
'Listen, Fey, I need you to do something. A slew of tunnelsnakes have been let loose in the Hall-' There can't be that ma-[/color] his voice cut off as she turned at tried to send him a mental image of the mass slithering outward. Oh shards. 'Exactly. I need you to smash a lock on a shed. I'll make them a new one myself later.'[/i] Feynth quickly winged his way over to the shed that kept the agenothree tanks as S'ren finally leaped down from the last table.
"Listen!" she yelled to those nearby. "We need to kill those things! I've got an idea! You, you, and you - come on!" And then she took off running, a few people trailing behind her. There was a small protest when they saw her plan, but in the end they each grabbed a flamethrower. Most of the furniture in the hall was stone or metal anyway, and a few charred tables was better than a few hundred rampant tunnelsnakes. As they ran back, Feynth took off toward the beach. I will help too, he added cryptically, ans S'ren was too distracted to realize the implication.
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Post by Kira on Oct 28, 2010 13:54:02 GMT -5
Valiantly did he defend his Weyr. ;__; *sends between* *bawls*
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Post by Kira on Oct 28, 2010 13:38:39 GMT -5
Mira glanced about shiftily...and tiredly. She was exhausted. Misk loved to get up just as the last rays of sunlight were filtering by, so she herself had to get up a bit earlier just to stay ahead of the wher. As such, she was now dead on her feet and admittedly sneaking out after curfew. But, shards, she was hungry. She and Misk had gotten so caught up in practicing various moves that she had completely forgotten to feed herself. And her stomach wasn't about to let her sleep without doing so, as bad as she knew it was to eat just before slumber.
The noise from the kitchen-fires seemed louder than usual, but Mira hazarded a guess that it was just her tired ears. She wrinkled her nose when she smelled smoke. Great, they burnt something. It would have amused her had she been awake enough to tease them over it, but right now it just made her grumpier since she'd have to smell it until she could escape back to her rooms with some sustenance. Hopefully it wouldn't linger on her.
She was abruptly torn from her thoughts as a trio barreled past her, knocking into her shoulder along the way. It was a testament to her exhaustion that they'd managed to do it, and she hissed out an angry swear at their backs. How rude! Now even more irked, she all but stomped to the kitchen area - and was met with a horrifying sight.
Flames leapt almost everywhere. The walls were stone and many things were sturdy metal, but the wooden prep tables were probably toast. She saw F'ren coming out carrying someone, and quickly stepped in and to the side to make room. Good, he should be able to get them out better than she could. The sweet old Weyrling Master was there, dragging another. She just caught what he ordered his fire-lizard. Yes, that was a g- BAD idea. The flames that licked up even the non-flammable surfaces were the product of a chemical. Water made chemical fires spread.
"SAND!" she yelled. "If he gets a bucket, fill it with sand! NO water!" Finally snapping out of the initial shock, she burst into motion, tiredness forgotten in the rush of adrenaline. If she could get through the kitchen to the stores, there might be flour and meal there...that could help soak it up, right? Dirt would be best, but the likelihood of finding that in the middle of the Lower Caverns was doubtful. Gathering her skirts to the side in her hand so they wouldn't brush, she gingerly made her way through the flames. She felt wetness around her bare toes and grimaced, but kept moving. Sparks leapt around her and the heat was unbearable and the smoke made her choke, but she made it into the storerooms. Finding a small bucket of sand that was meant for putting out small grease fires, she quickly tossed that out in front of the doorway before chucking the bucket across the kitchens to hopefully be refilled. A large bag of flour was located next, and she set to work dragging it closer to the door.
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Post by Kira on Oct 27, 2010 21:22:22 GMT -5
Why am I always blamed? ;__;
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Post by Kira on Oct 27, 2010 15:52:45 GMT -5
He does have nice hair, but the look just doesn't suit him. He'd likely be prettier if he ditched the chin-fluff... If he had short hair and the chin-fluff I think he'd look kinda...d-baggy. XD Short hair and clean-shaven might find him attractive, though.
So his main issue is that silly not-a-beard. XD
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Post by Kira on Oct 27, 2010 15:30:49 GMT -5
Hey, I didn't demand anything!!! I just saw the other one and went, "I thought he was supposed to be hot? O.o;" *snicker*
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Post by Kira on Oct 26, 2010 13:41:01 GMT -5
She had been plotting. OH, had she been plotting. She was well aware of Jaxi's capabilities as a Searchdragon, and so from the moment he and S'lain had dragged in a seemingly reluctant Mikovren to the Infirmary she had kept her eyes open. The kid was good at his craft, that was for sure - even if he had been one of those that had kept his nose in too many books and his hands away from too many patients. His bedside manner could certainly use some work, but it never escaped that - despite his prodding and sarcasm - he was very perceptive nonetheless. And he certainly had a love for all things draconic, she'd noticed.
Which was why she was going to get him to that sharding Touching. The Hatching would be dealt with when the time came.
A small grin dancing in her eyes, she sent Jaser ahead of her to soften the kid up a bit. Chirping mischievously, the large blue dropped off her shoulders and zipped through a door. Re-curling himself around Miko's shoulders, the blue sent him some happythoughts. Especially about bigwinggolds and prettyprettyeggs. Though Tess was no actress, she had certainly had some practice in schooling her features while dealing with patients. Wiping the grin off her face, she replaced it with a laughing smile. "Jase, you scoundrel, where did you- Oh! Heya, Miko," she greeted. She had latched onto the poor guy's nickname terrifyingly quickly, and refused to use anything but unless it was serious business being spoken.
"Did you hear Trith?" she said with a bounce. Just because she was plotting didn't mean that she wasn't actually excited, after all. "Let's go see them!" Taking a moment to step back and put a hand to her chin, eying Miko critically, she nodded. "You're still young enough you could even be allowed to touch them, actually. Let's go!" Reaching out, she latched onto Miko's arm and tugged him out of the Infirmary. She was far stronger than she looked, or that anyone expected from a dress-wearing, long-haired woman like herself, and it wasn't all that hard to drag along the other smaller Healer.
Hoping to keep him unaware of her intentions, she chattered on animatedly the whole way. "Really, it's an awesome experience. I got to touch some of Fannith's eggs back a Silver Cove-" if her voice still caught a little when mentioning her old home, she gave it no mind, "-and it was simply amazing. It's probably been described in your books, right?" She paused, not exactly waiting for his answer before continuing. "It would be a good experience to see what they meant firsthand, too. Gives you a little insight into the Riders, really."
Finally arriving at the Sands, she gave Miko a little push toward Trith, making sure the queen saw him and he knew it. Any attempts to run would now present insult. Leaning over, she whispered as a last word, "Sadly, I aged out of being allowed two years ago now. I'll see you afterward!" And with that, she gave a semi-graceful curtsy to Trith and made her way over to stand with the other three non-Candidates, giving them a grin.
...Which she realized would have been a lot less awkward if she'd actually spoken to K'roi since the Flight. Eep.
((Permission to drag Miko there granted by Lothy~! XD))
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Post by Kira on Oct 26, 2010 13:14:39 GMT -5
There we go. ♥
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Post by Kira on Oct 26, 2010 13:09:27 GMT -5
Approved! :D He'll be hilarious, I'm sure. XD
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Post by Kira on Oct 26, 2010 13:08:28 GMT -5
Approved! :3 Welcome to the other half of the Trader Terror...Siblings. Hmm, doesn't quite work with the alliteration. >.>;
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