Logs:Can't Run
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| RL Date: 1 December, 2013 |
| Who: A'rist |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Lythronath inspects A'rist's wound. |
| Where: Lythronath's Couch, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 5, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
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| By the time he'd finished tidying the meat scraps from the entrance of his couch, A'rist's calf was throbbing. He tried to ease, but it was more of a fall onto his cot, with the bucket full of flesh clattering against the side. A'rist stretched his leg out, closed his eyes, and leaned back against the wall. Even with eyes closed, he could 'see' the approach, all focus on the bandaged leg. He could smell it, blood, hurt, but not unhealthy. That was good. When Lythronath's nose touched it, A'rist clenched his teeth, and opened his eyes. « Blood. » No kidding. The bronze was bigger, and trying to change his angle and get closer was getting awkward in this couch. A'rist didn't move, waited, watched. His dragon couldn't lift his front legs and peer at him now, not like he used to, when he was little, or when he'd impressed. You're too big. A'rist grinned out feelings that weren't even his. « Bigger! » He stretched out his good leg to tap at his dragon's jaw with his toe. Lythronath snapped his teeth in the air. When he wriggled his tail and shuffled his back feet, A'rist imagined the ground shaking, the oil containers clattering, cots shifting out of couches, littler dragons bouncing right on out into the bowl. Lythronath stomped hard, once more. But when he looked out into the barracks, he stopped. He lowered his giant head and sniffed at the bandages again. Lyn, it's fine. « Still there. » It's getting better. « Can't run. » Lythronath's head had started to bob, slow, back and forth, quiet. A'rist sat up straighter instinctively, making himself big. He drew up both legs, feet readied under him. When he flexed the muscles, the pain wasn't so sharp like it had been. It was getting better. His dragon's head slowed. A'rist could feel those big muscles relaxing - and the jolt of attention when something in the barracks crashed. Lythronath backed and turned, so fast it was surprising. A'rist could have reached out and touched the dragon's tail, but it never actually hit him. It took some time to get his own adrenaline down. Eventually, he dozed. When he woke in the night, neck and back stiff from sitting against the wall, Lythronath had crouched down, but was still at the edge of the couch, watching. |
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Comments on "Logs:Can't Run"Edyis (Edyis (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 02 Dec 2013 02:41:38 GMT.
Scary Lythronath is scary!
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