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 Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 6:26 am
He gave a faint, humorless chuckle, perhaps at the cucumber, perhaps at her gentle touch, using his fingers to hold it in place for the moment.
The scars were faintly raised, somewhat deceptively delicate, and a slightly different texture than the rest of his skin.
"If it were less obvious you were afraid of me I think I'd probably see you as less fragile." he admitted. "But I've made some impressions of my own."
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 12:41 pm
At the moment she was done putting the salve on, her fingers were withdrawn quickly. Using the edge of her green tunic she whipped her hands then a quick smooth move to the hip and she was seated across from S'kagi. That was a safer place, out of reach, plus she was less likely to strike him again out of knee-jerk reaction from a quick move this way.
Looking at the scars, the damage she had done, she was almost proud of it. Hurting him was the good thing, but considering she was working with a shard of porcelain while panicking, the cuts were pretty good. It was Impressive she didn't blind him. His comment brought a response, "I don't like being overpowered." Only being able to attack him prevented further harm, pulling away merely broke her arm the other one would have gone in short order if the first was any indication.
She never considered that he might not be the type to report her, though it seemed more like it each moment she was still unharmed and untouched. "You are a Bronze rider, one day possibly the Weyrleader, striking you at all could have me sent home and shame my family. Though, with how Ista is, I might be considered a hero." The half grin was grim; she didn't like how the Holds viewed riders. "I don't want to be sent home, nor do I treasure being turned Holdless." In her eyes, he had the power to do everything she feared. That loss of control was the frightening part; it was also unsettling that he was stronger than her, but mainly the loss of control over her own life and safety.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 3:38 pm
"I was a Weyrling, I was drunk, I was stupid, and I got in an deservedly large amount of trouble." He noted, each announcement sharp, as though they could have cut the way the cup had, though with his eyes on the far wall, it was easy to tell it wasn't directed at you.
"You probably would be hailed as a hero in some of the holds." She'd clearly touched on a sore spot, and he followed her with eyes gone cold, but not drunk and full of rage like they once been. It was a strange transformation.
"If I become Weyrleader." he said, and emphasized a second time. "IF. I become Weyrleader, I want to see that change, and I really couldn't give a damn if you think I'm up for it. You can either decide if you want to be the hero that cut up a drunken idiot who'd just impressed, or you can decide if you want to be one of the people that reminds people that the Weyrs are not here to destroy them."
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 5:31 pm
Her posture had loosened to a point; his tone with her caused her to stiffen significantly. Leaning away from the table, it was only the feeling of the empty air under her bottom that sent a jolt up her spine. The idea they could almost be friendly seemed a sun dream now.
Rising her hackles she shot at him, "Stupid and drunk are the same word." Though her tone did lighten as she added, "I didn't know you got in trouble though." It had been assumed that they wouldn't care much, thought it was a silly though considering how well she was treated.
Looking him in the eyes, she expected that would be a hot spot, it was something she didn't like much either. Still his tone again seemed so dismissive. "When did I say if I thought you were up to it or not? Possibly was not a negative response, pull yourself doubt out of your ears.Besides, if you are going to act, don't wait until Coriath wins you the power." Her words were not being shot off before her brain caught up, she meant everything.
Too angry now at the idea that she would be someone that would be proud of cutting up a bronze rider, or wanting to jump ship, there was no stopping that anger until the steam left the pot. "Do you want to change how the Holds see dragon riders, why not try not jumping at people! Tact, diplomacy wins you more friends than cursing and accusing. Lord holders are greedy, most mean well, but they will not take the way you talk, it will only make the Holds view the riders worse." Shards! What did this guy know about doing anything but shout his mouth off and try running before he put on his pants, figuratively speaking.
Anger hadn't burned off yet, especially since he had attacked her pride in the Weyr. "I will decide where I stand now, who is Weyrleader only decides if I get thrown out, my heart is with the Weyr and their dragons. With all the help in the weyr, why not try getting people to start farming a bit, not the riders but the brats or such. That would lessen the burden with tithes. Or, forbade riders from drinking at Gathers, what happened at the last one really got Ista more nervous than a small caravan on a giant pack of feline's dinner list. Blame is on both sides of the battle line, all you can fix is your side, like opening a new Weyr to lessen overpopulation so there is less need for so many tithes from one side and spread the responsibility around." With a decidedly indelicate snort, her anger had simmered to nothing by now, once again there was that worry about fighting with a Bronze rider, at least his intimidating dragon wasn't there staring at her with red eyes whirling.
She did have to add, "It wasn't the cutting I was talking about, it was the punch." Granted with all her work, there might be some irritation and puffyness but she was pretty sure there would be very little sign of the attack. She should have used numbweed.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 4:46 pm
"If you weren't so damn determined to limp along playing the victim, then maybe you'd notice. But wait, sorry. You couldn't possibly when you spend all your time -running from men.-." He pointed out, sharply as he rose. "Amazingly, the world has continued moving around both of us. You're the only one it's leaving behind. Next time you see me, try not to punch me or I -will- report it. I don't need healers treating my weyrlings unless they can settle their fears. Understand?"
Apparently she was deaf to her own accusations, she'd already insulted him, passively, two or three times, and her failure to see that was as confusing as it was frustrating. He was working hard to help the new generation of Weyrlings, teaching classess, and working with Emori, who hated them, but he felt that if he told her, she'd only throw that in his face too.
"Thank you for treating the bruise." he added stiffly, giving her a polite nod and stalking to the door.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:10 pm
Mifft, she set her jaw and asked sourly, "Are we even having the same conversation?" He assumed too much and was acting self righteous as they came, "You are full of crack dust! C'ym is a good friend of mine. Managed to put up with F'sey too without crying, the man has all of the charm of a brooding tunnel snake though." The last part was muttered out, her own feelings about him digressing her from her metaphorical soap box.
"You know nothing about me who I was or who I am no--" Her breath was taken forcibly from her when he threatened to report her. Swallowing thickly, she looked away not bothering to defend herself or her craft. She had managed to do a good job on him hadn't she? Oh she hoped he ate his words when there was no sign of the punch she gave him. If she could heal him, when he was the face of her fears, how much worse did he think she could do against a stranger who had never even tried to harm her?
Unable to bite her tongue any longer she shot at him, "If it bothers you still, see another Healer." And choke on your words! Oh, if he couldn't get her thrown out she'd really show him a thing or two, but she was powerless and that scared her into shying away like a common herdbest.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:17 pm
"I know enough. I know you hate me. I know you have no intention of changing that! What else could I possibly need to know?" He demanded, hotly. "You've already made it clear you still think I drink like a damned fish!" He pointed out. "So pull your head out of the numb weed and look around! I'm not F'sey! I'm not some IDIOT boy anymore either, more drunk on escaping a life as a mediocre weaver than I was on wine. I'm not my..." He stopped, pulling himself up short and clenching his jaw fiercely, teetering on the knife edge of saying something he clearly didn't want to, then turned to walk away from her again with an hiss.
You are not him. You will not be him. I did not know him but I will not allow you to become him. Coriath promised, silently.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:42 pm
He was so..so..self centered! "Someone ought to throw you into the ocean, then you can be fish!" it was more of a bark then a shout, he hissed and she growled lightly. The fight would be over with but he had to prod her again.
Against her better judgment, she got up and stormed after him, keeping her distance so she wasn't tempted to hit him again. "You know nothing!" How could he when he had his own sob story crying in his ear. Under different times she might have really cared, but as it was her harden eyes only softened, "I know you are not F'sey, for a few minutes back there you were actually pretty good company before getting fever brained! I don't know what your hang up is on thinking I think nothing of you then a drunk, but drinks like a bronze is an expression, I am far from the person who made it up!"
He probably thought her a dimglow, but then let him, better than trying to think her thoughts for her, "Do not presume to know what I think. I am not stupid no matter what you might think of me. I know you are not a stupid boy any more though you could have fooled me! I watch the dragon that includes your beautiful Coriath!" The male dragon would likely not enjoy the female term, but he wasn't here to be offended. "No rider would endanger their dragon by being a drunk, certainly not now with a full grown one." Her assumption his lack of drinking, which she took from his defensiveness of it to be true, was that he stopped for him bronze.
"You accuse me of being a victem, something obvously bothered you about your past and drinking, you seem Thread bent on it. Whatever self loathing you have, I am not to blame for it! You don't want to suffer under it then do not project it on to me." He had attacked her, not the other way around, the first time. It wasn't her fault, what ever was spooking her was not her fault!
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:56 pm
"WELL THEN STOP SHARDING HITTING ME!" He yelled back. "How am NOT supposed to make assumptions if you keep hitting me or running from me?" He gestured wildly with one hand. "Because damn it, if I have to I -will- ask to have you removed from the Weyr or, bottom line, transfered, if it means I can walk through a door way without needing healing! This Can't happen again! You "Just reacted" you said! What if you'd had a knife? Would I have Just gotten stabbed?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:07 pm
Holding up one finger, her puffed out red cheeks spoke of the mighty shout she was about to give. However, his threat, one she took very seriously caused her to pale. Nearly jumping back, the fight drained out of her as quickly as the blood in her face had. One might think he had just hit her by her sudden reaction.
Shivering, she hated feeling so vulnerable! Biting at the bottom of her lip she was deciding if running would be a good idea, or if she should try to at least speak something. "Once," Her words a far cry from the angry yelling moments before, "I hit you once without cause, S'kagi, rider of bronze Coriath. While I did take up a new craft in Healing, I did nothing to purposely avoid you." Formability might save her, or he could very well use this chance to get away from her. All she could hope was that before that promise, it wasn't exactly a threat if you could do it, was tested she would have endeared herself to her friends enough that they could save her from being cast out.
Not daring to answer his last question, it would not have helped her case if she had told him he would have been stabbed. It was a reflex; she didn't have time to consider the repercussions of her actions at that moment.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:16 pm
He gave her a wry smile that suggested he knew she wasn't being entirely truthful about weather or not she was avoiding him, though he was just as guilty of skirting her presense.
"You've hit me once since our first encounter. But if you do it again, I will bring it to someone. So lets just consider it some very serious insentive to learn to control those reflexes.
I must say though." He added. "It's damned ironic how well you get on with C'ym. ... ... He reminds me of myself, before you gave me a very good reason to stop drinking 'like a bronze'."
He was still pretty sure she'd coined the phrase. It was embarassing to hear it catch on in a few places, though fortunately he'd also been able to given them an awkward laugh and explain he didn't drink at all. Not now.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:25 pm
Staying where she was, even the stories she could tell did not insight a change of mood. She still tried to puzzle out who C'ym and S'kagi were alike. "I don't see it," she dared to contradict, "he does not seem one to temper, even before Annelie became the goldrider, he did nothing but look nervously for hot soup and cover his, male area, when she was there. You might want to ask him about the gather, Annelie having a flit would seem ironic then." Wither the fight between her precious Spearkeek and C'ym's flit was well known or not, it was an amusing one though this time it did not enlist a smirk from her or anything.
Never would she expect to see C'ym fight with anyone, certainly not yell and threaten a girl. He was much too awkward and shy about it for that. He put up with Elae spreading words about his 'manly bits' S'kagi would have thrown Elae out on her ears by now, she suspected.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:31 pm
"I hate to point out you have -very- limited knowledge of what I was like." he argued back. Truth be told he wasn't especially argumentative...except with HER. It was just that she managed to get under his skin.
He'd been arrogant, self assured, foolish, but rarely argumentative. He'd been too pleased with himself, and the few he'd been with had been very happy to agree with his prowess and skills, and like C'ym at lessons, he'd barely seen reason to learn to carve up meat for Coriath himself. "Hopefully he won't make the same mistakes."
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 7:02 pm
"It seems we both made that mistake." It didn't seem to take her long to regain at least her will to speak a bit more freely. The promise she wouldn't soon forget, it was enough to withdraw any humor or anger from her. It would have given her great pleasure to know she could get under his skin, without the fear he would toss her out, he could have been fun to verbally spar with.
She had a soft spot for C'ym, born partly out of pity for him and partly because he was a friend. "Not the same, for sure. He is far too patient and he puts up well with Elae and Nan. Try to tell me you couldn't consider attempting to wring my neck if I sewed lace to all your clothing, including hearts on the crotch, in reference to the joke, or refused to stop talking about soup burned man bits, to anyone who would laugh with me. He puts up with it all, either blushing it away or laughing a bit. The mistakes he will make will be uniquely his." She really couldn't see anything in S'kagi that was anywhere close to C'ym. Every mark on her would go to S'kagi being violent or very aggressive if she tired half the things Elae did, and she meant attempt. If she was going to get kicked out anyway, short of killing him there was nothing to lose. So long as he could still function as a rider, if not as a man, then it would be fine.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 7:22 pm
"My mother was a weaver, I wore pretty much whatever she provided." He noted flatly, though he would have been quite upset for anyone, woman or otherwise, to be openly mocking him. It certainly would have encouraged him to focus more on his skills with cloth and tailoring.
He shook his head faintly and moved to walk away again. He was still unhappy, but he was done arguing. It had in it's own strange way been rather catharthic, and interesting to learn that Raena was so attatched to C'ym, though she was still dead set on her own thoughts of him and his behavior.
She reminded him of some of the holders, dead set on beleiving the one image they had painted in their minds of all dragon riders, and he wondered if she might not be happier there, save that she clung to the dragons that she had never impressed.
At least she seemed to still be attatched to the flitt, if only, he thought, because she had no idea where it came from.
"Enjoy your morning. Just keep it in mind." He meant by this, of course, the warning.
Athough she was blindly, bullishly convinced that his first resort would be violence, he wasn't his father. And he certainly wasn't her, punching on reflex. It almost made him feel a bit releived really, to have had that little revelation, though he still never should have done what he did.
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