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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 11:25 am
Kella sighed heavily and reached up with one hand to rub her short curls. It was a nervous habit, more than anything else. For a long time, she didn't say anything. Her mind spoke volumes, though. It raced through thousands of thoughts, possibilities and what-ifs bounded unfettered to terrorize her. What if Kyllae hadn't touched the eggs? Would the dud have hatched? What would it have been- green, blue? Maybe a brown.. What would have happened to that blue? Was he messed up anyway, or was it all Kyllae's fault? Kella sighed. Maybe that blue would have found his rider in her. That would have been nice.
To be a rider. Kella still couldn't abandon the thought, the hope. But after this last hatching, she felt overwhelming despair. It was probably made worse by all the traumatic goings-on, all of them piled one right on top of the other. But she was becoming increasingly frustrated. With a glance to Naedreth, she wondered if she should even keep trying. But what if she stopped- and next hatching, her dragon was shelled, couldn't find her, and went between? Kella would be wracked with guilt. She frowned and wrapped her arms tighter around her knees, hugging herself. "That won't happen," she murmured. She wouldn't be another Kyllae!
"I wonder how long people will keep talking about this," she mused aloud. On one hand, she wanted to see swift justice brought to the girl. But quickly thereafter, Kella wanted life to return to normal. once Kyllae was out of there lives, there was no reason to dwell any longer. There was nothing that could be done for the lost dragonets- so why not move on? "I can't imagine she'll be able to find peace anywhere, really," Kella agreed slowly with C'mor, and she almost allowed herself to feel pity for the girl. But Kella pushed it away quickly. Kyllae had brought it all upon herself, and she had to suffer the full consequences of her actions. If it meant not being able to start over, then so be it. Kella couldn't imagine that news of this would stay quiet for very long. With the Weyrs overcrowded, gossip and rumors were at an all-time-high!
"We'll probably hear about this for the next couple months," Kella said ad sighed heavily again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 11:47 am
C'mor sighed and nodded. "Yes. People aren't going to want to... to get on with life. It's what we need to do though; your mourn, but then you carry on. There are things to do, important things, and bringing up old pain just to talk about it again... I'd rather it didn't happen. Once Kyllae is gone," here he was assuming she actually would be kicked out, "after that... I just want to keep living, maybe see if I can help make other people's lives a bit easier too. We need to pull together."
That was probably a bit of an obvious statement, but clearly there were some in the Weyr that didn't see it. He was sure that the rapid decline in food quality, problems with the laundry, with general cleaning was due to some kind of sabotage. Out there, on this very evening, there were probably people deliberately cooking the bread too much, the stew not enough, and congratulating themselves for being so very clever. What could he do against that? It had to be more than one person doing all that harm so...
"We will need help," Naedreth said even as C'mor thought it. "Dragons cannot fight the Thread alone; we need a whole wing, and we need Ours too." Raising his head a little, the bronze regarded his rider seriously. "We need support, and we shall get it because to work together and help one another is right."
He hoped Naedreth was right, he really did. Cooperation, hard work, trying to fix the things that were being messed up. Sounded good to him. Maybe in a few sevendays he would attempt to gain an audience with Helirra, ask her if there were any plans for the future. It couldn't hurt, after all.
"Even if talk does stop soon," C'mor said as he shook himself after his musings, "it'll start again as soon as there's another clutch. I imagine those eggs are going to be pretty well guarded; even getting a look at them could be tough. Better it's hard to get a look than they're in danger... but then again, I can't imagine anyone repeating what she did... Unless she gave some unscrupulous person ideas." At least she hadn't Impressed from her place in the stands; if she had, not clutch would be safe. He could see quite a lot of people being happy to endanger whole clutches if there was evidence it could help your chances.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 12:46 pm
"It'll certainly be tough, but it'll have to happen. There are more important things to do- like getting people to realize that we have some REAL problems at this Weyr. Things more serious than a sneaky candidate, as disastrous as that was- it isn't as bad as the fact we all may starve in a few months if we can't find a solution to this damn crowding!" Kella found a new subject to turn her anger to. She hadn't had any bright ideas as to what she, one person, could do to turn the tide- but she wanted to have a hand in it. Somehow. She wanted to do something productive and meaningful with her existence.
There were too many people and dragons in the Weyr. It caused more than a shortage of food. There were serious problems with hygiene in general; common colds and simple sicknesses ran amuck in the Weyr. A recent epidemic had also swept through, Kella having been struck down with flu-like symptoms. Yet.. The leadership was doing nothing to improve things. Maybe the conditions needed to get worse before they could get better. Something drastic had to be done to catch the Weyrleaders' attention, and MAKE them realize that a new Weyr was necessary. If the population of Ista was split in half, it would be much more manageable! So why wasn't it being done? Kella was sure there were more than enough suitable locations, on both the Northern and Southern continents, for a new Weyr. She supposed it was a matter of rallying enough support for a new Weyr.
"I'd rather give up all the touchings in the world to ensure the well-being of future clutches," Kella stated vehemently, turning her dark eyes to meet C'mor's. She would! She could go without touching another egg her entire life if it meant not one single dragonet would between so soon after hatching. "That poor blue was robbed of his life, and I'd do anything to ensure that never happens again," Kella said, no less emphatic than her previous statement.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 3:53 am
C'mor gave a heavy sigh and shook his head. "I can't understand it. They and their dragons will suffer too if they don't act... unless of course they start giving out food privilidges based on rank." It was really quite sad that he could imagine that happening. "We've needed a new Weyr for a couple of turns of course," he went on, "but it's starting to get desperate now. I don't understand why nothing, nothing at all, has been done... I'll speak to my blood parents, get them to try to persuade their wingleaders to go out searching for possible new locations. I don't know if they'll be heeded though, given they're 'only' bonded to a green and a blue."
Just finding a new place wasn't enough, Helirra had to be persuaded to allow a split, that or there needed to be mutany on a grand scale. He personally would rather it didn't come to that, but if it did, then it sharding well did. He was not going to stand by and watch Naedreth or any other dragon slowly waste away because some woman on a big shiny gold didn't want to relinquish control over so many riders. Was that it? Really? Did she just like having so much power? That was how it looked to him. Pathetic.
"Helirra must be shown that we can't continue like this," he said firmly, and Naedreth added his agreement with a rumble. Gilden, although she didn't understand what was being discussed, trilled her support as well. "I think," he went on with a thoughtful frown, "I shall talk to as many riders - adult riders - as I can. Maybe she hasn't done anything yet because nobody has dared to stand up and tell her life is becoming simply unbearable, and that she's putting the life of every human and dragon in this place in danger. That flu was just the start, we'll have more illness soon if we don't resolve this."
We. It was a funny word. People always said 'we' should do something, and by that they meant 'not me'. Fine then. He had to do something soon, and persuade other people to do so as well. If there were more people who felt as he and Kella did, and he was sure there were, it wouldn't be too hard to achieve. People just needed to realise that they personally needed to do something, to speak up... While that was being done however, making life comfortable was important too. He could do both, he would have to. He doubted, he hoped, he wasn't the only one thinking like this, that if he did nothing nothing would be done. The more people that thought like that, the more likely they were to get through to Helirra.
"People like you and me, furhter down the pecking order, might try to talk to her too. Maybe she won't hear us, but we have to try."
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 7:12 am
Kella scowled darkly, pulling her knees closer to her chest and resting her chin upon them. She scanned the Weyrbowl from where they sat; the sheer number of whirling, glittering eyes looking out from weyrs and ledges still amazed her. How could the Weyr support itself?! A healthy Weyr could hold 500 dragon-and-rider pairs, and Ista was supposed to be on the small side- holding around 250 pairs at any given time. Kella was nearly-disgusted to guesstimate the current population of Ista Weyr at close to 400 dragon-and-riders. FOUR HUNDRED. What with the recent hatchings, the dark-skinned girl figured the census would have risen substantially.
Kella almost gagged. One hundred and fifty dragons over-capacity. That was.. that was MIND-BLOWING. She shook her head in despair, her shoulders moving in an almost-imperceptible shrug. "I just don't understand how Helirra and D'tai can be so oblivious, and so uncaring. C'mor- we're WAY over-populated. Ista should hold two-hundred and fifty riders, maybe two-sixty or -seventy. Right now, I've got to estimate us at close to four hundred riders, after yesterday's hatching. I... How're we supposed to live like this? Its getting pretty damn close to desperate," Kella said softly, though she knew that desperate times were already upon them.
At C'mor's suggestion of food privileges based on rank, Kella's eyes grew wide and she snorted derisively. "What, and let the laborers go hungry? Bah," she turned away from the bronzerider with a shake of her head. "How can you even suggest that? Its appalling," she said quietly, but her voice shook with anger. But then, that gave Kella an idea. It was a bit dramatic... well, okay. VERY dramatic. She'd have to suggest it to some people she knew sympathized with her point-of-view,and get their feedback before implementing it. She agreed with C'mor that someone needed to do something, and SOON. Conditions in the Weyr were declining rapidly, and there was speculation of another epidemic. What if it was worse than the psuedo-flu? Kella frowned and chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully. She hated to think it, but if some sort of fatal sickness swept through, it would be an effective form of population control. But then the sound of the hatchling blue's cries returned, as did the keens and wails of the dragon population as the blue betweened. Kella didn't think she could stand to hear those sounds again, so she discarded the idea quickly.
"Further down the pecking order, that's me," Kella agreed with C'mor readily, but eyed him curiously. "You're not really far down the pole, though. You've got him," Kella jerked a thumb at Naedreth. Sure, he was just a weyrling now- but in a short amount of time, they'd be fully-fledged riders, and then.. Then they'd have more say than Kella could hope for in her lifetime.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 4:06 am
The young rider rubbed his forehead and sighed, shaking his head again. "Too many people, too many dragons, and it's too late to solve this by building a new Weyr. An undertaking like that would take turns, turns we don't have, it should have been begun as soon as they realised they would have to make riders share weyrs soon. We need to find a Weyr, almost ready for people and dragons to move in, but what are the chances of something so perfect actually existing? At this rate, people will have to leave one way or another, probably to the unpopulated areas of southern and just fend for themslves until somehow a Weyr is built, and tithes are somehow arranged for it." All this was almost physically making his head hurt. The enormity of it was almost impossible to entertain.
"Leaders who let us get into that position," he went on quietly after some moments of tense stillness, "people like that... well, I can certainly imagine them letting workers and candidates near starve and awarding riders food for themselves and their dragons based on rank and colour. That puts them at the top, nice and comfortable, where they can continue to ignore the problems they've been ignoring for turns until enough people have died or fled for this Weyr to be able to support itself again." He'd been angry and worried about these matters increasingly for a long time now, but the horror of the recent hatching had brought his emotions to a boil. How could they? It was their responsibility, Helirra's and the headwoman's in particular, to make sure that everyone had enough to eat and drink and space to live in and, and!... And they weren't doing their duties, but Helirra could not be removed. There wasn't exactly a decent replacement for her in any case.
"We will fix it, we have to fix it!" Naedreth gave an unhappy rumble and raised his head to look over at the Weyr. "Even if it's not us," he said almost plaintivly, "someone will fix it, won't they? It has to be fixed."
Yes, it had to be fixed, but right now he couldn't see a soloution. They might already be past the point of no return. "Of course. Someone will do something, it'll be alright in the end Naedreth... it just might take a while." How he wished he believed his own words, but on this black, bleak night it was difficult to imagine a good future Ista Weyr.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 6:47 am
Kella opened her mouth to protest against C'mor, but closed it as he continued. She agreed. It was too late to begin construction on a new Weyr, that much was true. If any sweepriders were lucky enough to find prime real estate, ready to move into with maybe only a few minor alterations, they'd be golden! But, nothing yet had been found. Kella scowled. Surely there had to be some sort of volcano or crater, somewhere, that they could move into? Or, at least dump a portion of their overflow somewhere to lessen the burden on the Weyr, and its beholden Holds.
Kella's frowned deepend as her mind wandered again to who could most effectively solve this problem- Helirra. There was no suitable replacement for the procrastinating woman. "Maybe if I were astride a queen," Kella murmured bitterly, picturing herself a Weyrwoman for a brief moment before a barking laugh chased the thought away. Nah, that wouldn't do. But it was unbelievable; in order to have weighted words and opinions, your dragon's hide had to be metallic. For the most part. Kella wasn't too happy about that. "If I were Werywoman, I'd be out, on my queen, scouting for somewhere habitable, and thinking about possible other solutions all the while," Kella promised. As if impressing a queen and becoming Weyrwoman were an election!
Kella startled when Naedreth rumbled unhappily, so lost in her own thoughts that she had forgotten the bronze was with them. Her hand flew to her throat for a millisecond, as if to still her fluttering heart. "What about any of the new goldriders? I know its sort of a long-off solution, but do you know any of them?" Kella didn't. Not well enough to speculate on their courses of action, at least. "Do you think any of them will take iniative, and lead a rebellion of sorts?" Rebellion. The word tasted bittersweet, it held promise- but it also made Kella uneasy. As far as any of the goldriders standing up to challenge Helirra- if one of them didn't, what use were they? How had they managed to impress, and end up in a leadership position no less? Something had to be done about the Weyr's problems, and THEY were in the position to do it- and as far as Kella was concerned, they were worthless if they didn't at least try.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 1:46 pm
C'mor gave a grin that was more like a grimace and shook his head. "If you had a queen beside you, if 'Dreth and I were old enough to vie for the post of Weyrleader... Things would be different if we had a chance, though I don't doubt everything is a lot more complex than I currently understand, it might be different. In the future, I might have a clue of how things really ought to be done and be able to put things into action... though of course, like you say, the decisions to do with really running the Weyr are down to the goldriders, the senior pair. Our three young golds..." C'mor paused, trying to recall what he knew of the riders and dragons in question as Gilden hopped down into his lap; she was a gold!... Not the sort he meant, but she was, and she would fix things for him. Nice food, she would bring it!
Remembering the nuts, C'mor took a few more, swallowing before speaking again. "I know none of them personally... Rinfala seems promising though, a bright and determined girl. In time she could make an excellent Weyrwoman, but it will be turns before Arioth rises for the first time and could compete for a senior position at a hypothetical new Weyr... As we stand, Helirra is still quite young in the great scheme of things, it will be a long time before Vasanth stops rising and she steps down."
S'kagi's words at the hatching feast ran though his mind then, and C'mor sighed softly. That seemingly competent wingleader believed in her, believed something was being done, even though nothing at all had been said to him. Blind faith. It wasn't an easy thing to have in a woman who seemed so oblivious to the plight of those she was supposed to keep safe, maybe it wasn't a sensible thing to have either. Everyone knew she and Favan had a bad relationship, it was easy to wonder if Helirra was holding back just to keep Favan from having a Weyr of her own to run. That was foolish, or was it? How would that self obsessed young woman with her brute of a gold handle running a Weyr? Could their management really make things worse than they currently were? It was hard to believe that they could, but it was possible. Shards. Why was this happening?
"It would be so nice," C'mor said softly, "if our leaders were selected on their own virtue, rather than which bronzes manages to grab the senior queen, and which queen manages to rise first when the previous senior steps down." It was probably close to treachery to voice an opinion like that, but there it was. Not that Holders did it better; being the son of a Lord Holder did not make you a good candidate for that position. How else could things be done though? Popular vote? That would surely just lead to the most personable people being chosen to lead, or the people who made the sweetest promises for what they would do with power. There really was no idea system he could think of, but surely there had to be a better one than one based around sex.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 7:35 am
"If you had a queen beside you, if 'Dreth and I were old enough to vie for the post of Weyrleader..."
Kella wasn't really too sure how to take that comment. She gaped at C'mor for a moment, then quickly picked her jaw up off the floor. She made a hasty attempt to restore her composure. Did he... Did C'mor just suggest he would like to be her Weyrleader? Kella snorted. Even if he had, it didn't matter. She lacked a queen- well, lacked a dragon in general. So, it would never happen.
"I remember Annelie- the goldrider who Impressed like four turns back? Something like that. The first clutch I stood for," Kella recalled how high she had set her hopes and goals. They had been lowered. Considerably. "She seemed too shy to amount to much of a leader," Kella remarked. "I don't know why her queen picked her. They're both shy, and that.. doesn't seem like the right type for a leadership position. It seems kind of silly to me, in all honesty. A leader too shy to stand up for herself- well, we can forget about that one doing anything for us!" Kella snorted disdainfully.
It seemed as though Ista Weyr was on a steep, and slippery, downward slope. It felt like they were picking up speed, too. Kella didn't want to imagine what the Weyr would be like in 5 turns. In 2 turns, even! She shook her head and frowned. She brightened slightly at C'mor's suggestion- of choosing Weyrleaders based on virtue rather than mating. "Ha. Like that'll ever happen," she remarked with a roll of her eyes for emphasis. "It's a good idea, though! Not to mention- who's to say that the one riding a dragon has the best ideas for the Weyr? Right about now, I'm ready to say that I'm more suitable for Weyrwoman than Helirra- and I'm not even a rider!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 7:49 am
C'mor gave a lopsided grin and shook his head. "From what I see around me, honestly I have to agree. Even if she is doing something about this, if there are plans in the works, she isn't much of a leader we can have faith in; how are we supposed to believe in her if she says nothing? Her silence on the issues we're facing right now makes everyone who doesn't just follow her blindly because she is who she is assume that nothing is happening. She must realize that, she must see that she's undermining everyone's confidence in her." And from that he could only conclude that she was either stupid, or she really was doing nothing at all. He didn't like either of those possibilities in the least, but he could think of no good reason for her to neglect telling the Weyr at large that she was working on solving the problems that seemed to worsen with every passing day.
"I agree that Annelie, from what I know, wouldn't make much of a weyrwoman," C'mor went on with a nod. "The other young gold rider, the one they call The Nose... she seems bright, but again not really leader material." The thing was that the two queens before the angry little gold that had popped out of her shell the previous night weren't leader material. They were not leaders, and so they had not chosen leaders. He supposed not every gold was born to lead, but given their current situation the lack of a new generation of powerful leaders was worrying. There was Arioth of course, but it would be reassuring if there was more than one good candidate among the young queens.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:12 am
Kella sighed heavily, continuing on the subject of their oh-so-wonderful Weyrwoman. "Alright- if you're in the position to lead, and your Weyr is currently going through a period of uncertainty and strife.. She should be doing something to reassure us! I mean, for Faranth's sake, tell us you're doing something! Out looking for new Weyrs, trying to arrange for larger tithes- SOMETHING! Anything! Anything at all would be better than being tight-lipped. All that says, to me at least, is that she's unsure of what to do, and not doing anything at all!" Kella's hands flew into the air exasperatedly, the fingers from one hand dipping down to run over her short curls. "I feel like the Weyr has a ******** surplus of gold and bronzeriders, but a downright LACK of anyone to lead. Sure, there are a few promising people- but they're all too young to really grab the reins and drive. Yet."
Things might be fine and dandy within the Weyr if one of the uprising goldriders was older than mid-teens, and showed the promising strong, but gentle, hand needed to lead. It could be Rinfala, but only time would tell- and time was something Ista Weyr did not have to spare. Kella chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully, trying in vain to come up with some sort of solution. But it all seemed to end up at the same dead end. She couldn't really do anything, not on her own at least- and the root of the problem came from her lack of a dragon. Well, that's what Kella told herself. She glanced at C'mor, looking the young bronzerider over thoughtfully. He was something the Weyr needed. He had clear, concise opinions and was not afraid to voice or act upon them. He seemed more than ready to lead, or at least try to- and that was a huge deal. Just being willing to take the jump into leadership made Kella feel reassured, if only slightly.
But she sighed. C'mor was still a Weyrling, and couldn't do much while he and Naedreth were still receiving lessons. Again, the problem of time- or rather, lack thereof- came up. C'mor's mention of the third, young goldrider earned a laugh and an eye roll. "The Nose? That'd be Nandeli, or Nan.. Something like that," she shrugged. "That girl digs out gossip like its her JOB. I mean, she knows everything about everyone- and doesn't hesitate at making s**t up, mostly for giggles. She's certainly not shy, but I don't really think she's leadership material either. She's way too interested in everyone's personal business, rather than their well-being. I think Ista Weyr might be worse off with her at the helm," Kella's eyes widened and she shook her head sadly. It seemed as though Ista Weyr had no solutions to its dilemma.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 3:04 am
How many other people were thinking as they were thinking, he wondered. Maybe the disasters at the hatching had taken some people's minds off other issues for the time being whilst they concentrated their energy on mourning, and on hating the girl who had killed that poor blue and the last egg but in time people would move on, and when they did... The world would be worse than when they had stopped thinking about it for a short while. On the other hand, maybe most people were like himself and Kella, railing against everything at once. It was too much, and there was nothing he could do, not really. What was helping a few people out? What was trying to stop the downward slide of things? His efforts would be a drop in the ocean, but he knew himself well enough to know he was going to give it his all regardless. If you didn't try, what was the point to anything?
"I wish Naedreth and I could fly," C'mor said after some moments of silence with a heavy sigh. "We could look for new Weyr sites - probably fruitlessly but we could try - and we could travel to other Weyrs, find out how they're coping with crowding issues, if any of them would be interested in some kind of joint effort to find a new space to live... Wishing isn't a lot of good for now though. I guess all we can do is try our best to make life a little better around the place where we can. Wish I could get an audience with Helirra too, ask her what's going on. I doubt I'd get to see her in the first place, and really doubt she'd tell me anything with how quiet she's being but at least I could try to find something out from her." If she hadn't shared any plans that did exist with D'tai, the wingleaders, and other such important people she was hardly going to open up to a weyrling and tell him her master plan for solving all their problems. Even if it wasn't worth trying though he wanted to; nothing was impossible, right?
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 1:22 pm
"There's no point in getting yourself all worked up," Kella said, sounding awfully hypocritical. All she had done, the entire duration of their conversation, was get herself worked up. About the Weyr, about Kyllae, and about the leadership. "Naedreth will be able to fly when he's ready, and not a moment sooner. You wouldn't want him hurt, or crippled, because you decided to try and fly before his muscles were developed enough. Right?" The dark-skinned candidate lectured her bronze weyrling friend, the expression on her face akin to a wife stating the obvious to her husband. Kella laughed, though, to lighten the mood. "I know you'd do more if you could, as would I. But, there's only so much we can do ourselves, right now. Just try and make the best of things, I guess," she said and sighed.
Glancing around the Bowl, Kella noted that it was for the most part, empty. They were the largest party hanging around, them two and Naedreth. The sky was considerably darker than when Kella had first come out for fresh air. Stars twinkled in the sky, and Kella turned her chin up to watch them blink and flicker. She could see clouds, almost black against the dark-indigo sky. She yawned. "It got really late," she murmured, laying her head down on her knees. "I didn't realize that we'd talked so long," she admitted, blushing- though it wasn't likely C'mor could tell, underneath her dark skin coupled with the lack of light.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 1:31 pm
C'mor smiled slightly, tilting his head upward to take in the darkening skies; really it was probably time to head back to the dorm and sleep. "I hadn't realized either," he said with a shake of his head, "I suppose I got caught up in dreaming and in ranting. Flying isn't so very distant a dream now though; we're due to try our first glide in a couple of sevendays. That's something to look forward to, at big step in the right direction."
He could hardly wait to see his lifemate step off that ledge and coast to the ground. He didn't expect the bronze to be perfect, but he was at least sure he'd be as competent as most others there. Naedreth, of course, was sure that he would excel; he might not be the very best first try but he would work hard to become the best, at bronze-style flying anyway; clearly he wouldn't ever twist and loop like an elegant green. He would do all he could to best his brother though; he was the best bronze, and it was high time certain people realized that!
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 1:43 pm
Kella couldn't help but grin when C'mor told her how close he and his bronze were to their first flight. The first time was always unmanned, but still! That was exciting! "Well, if you give me a heads up, maybe I can come watch? I know you'll do fine!" Kella assured, her second comment directed more towards Naedreth (as if he needed any assurance). "I know I'll be able to slip away from my chores, and I'd really like to watch. Its really exciting!" She went on to exclaim, her grin still wide.
Kella reached up to run a hand over her short curls. She had to cut them again soon, lest they start to grow unevenly. It was an idle thought; she knew she should get up and head back to her quarters for sleep. The past day had been a long and trying affair. Kella felt exhausted. "Well, I really should get back," she said, pushing herself up off the ground and standing. She reached up with her arms, hands balled into fists as she stretched, arching her back.
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