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 Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 10:24 pm
The Infirmary was quiet. Thread had yet to fall and injuries were few and far between other then the occasional scratch or practice accident. Those few other candidates that had been scratched or bruised had long since been patched up and gone leaving a lone silent figure. Emora sat propped up in her bed by the window. Her breathing was shallow and white ice blue eyes distant as she stared out at the scenery before her her hands absentmindedly stroking the curled and sleeping form of a bronze firelizard in her lap his wing in a splint. Draped across her shoulders offering what comfort she could was a gold thrumming gently in her unhearing owners ears.
She had been out for over a sevenday and in truth Emora hadn't wanted to wake up. Life was a living hell and only the strangled and worried cries of her firelizards had eventually brought the ex-rider back to the land of the living. Each breath was hitched with pain, the many many stitches in her side and the brace to keep her fractured ribs in place was a constant hindrance and source of pain. Constant applications of numbweed and fellis were needed to keep the pain at bearable levels. However no amount of bandages or medical concoctions could be used to heal the raw emotional wounds the girl still bled from.
She never smiled. Never talked. Barely even gave any sign that she acknowledged the healers and other then her flits rarely responded to anything. Were it not in fact for the flits they would have feared she suffered from much worse then shock.
As it stood though she was alone. Alone with only her firelizards to even guess at her thoughts as she stared ever silently at the world outside that had lost all color and meaning to her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 10:44 pm
Z'fer had come in a couple times since the Hatching. Whenever he could convince Youth that yes, he did need to see her, even if she wasn't as awesome as he was. (It was getting old) Youth didn't like these trips, even though Emora was unconsious, Zofer insisted that Youth stay outside of the infirmary just in case. He didn't know anything about how or exactly why her dragon had betweened, or even the green's name. All he knew, is what he'd been told of dragonless riders, that if they survived the loss, they'd be better off dead.
Despite him asking, then demanding, then threatening, no one in the Weyr could give him the answers he wanted. Z'fer knew the feeling of Impression now, of having that mind so thoroughly imbedded in your own. He couldn't imagine Youth not being there. The very idea of him being gone made Z'fer's heart clench in his chest. So the dragon stayed outside with Bosun to keep an eye on him. The bronze would sulk but live through these encounters. Z'fer took no guff from the hatchling about it.
Today was only a little different. As the Healer led him to the now familiar bedside, he was warned that Emora was awake, more or less. The scene he came across was different. Emora sat upright, head turned, flits in lap. The healer left the two alone to finish her duties elsewhere. Z'fer pulled up a chair to her bedside, straddling it and folding his arms across it's back. Polaris lifted his head from Z'fer's shoulder and gave a quiet chirp.
"Hey."
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 10:55 pm
Slowly Emora turned to face him the flits offering Z'fer a few quiet chirrups of greeting. Vanity even flared her wings a bit and hummed warmly recognizing one of her beloved children perched on Z'fer's shoulder. The ex-rider moved like she had all the time in the world. . .or more precise time had ceased to have much meaning to the girl. Inclining her head at him her face was unreadable. Gone was the usually bright playful little smile she always greeted him with. Gone were the teasings, nudges and jokes. In there place was a silence the spoke volumes and eyes that had one been so full of fire now cool and cold as ice.
"Hey." She whispered back blinking at him for moment as if she couldn't really believe he was there. Her voice was whispy and strained. The simple word seeming to pain her on some level as she continued to stroke Valor. The little bronze sensing his owner's pains curled gently around her hand his eyes bright yellow with concern and worry for her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 11:08 pm
Oh shells, she looks awful. Z'fer winced as someone else stared at him through Emora's eyes. He had what he'd wanted. He'd Impressed to a bronze dragon. Somehow, looking at her he felt guilty about it. Like he was a monster for even showing up when he had what she'd lost.
~ I don't know what she lost but it obviously wasn't as good as me. ~ Youth butted in, taking a quick peek at Emora through Z'fer's eyes. ~ Ew. She feels wrong. ~
Z'fer's temper flared. ~Shut up Youth. ~ He mentally hissed back, receiving a violent wave of Shunned-Anger-Sulk in return. To Emora, Z'fer swallowed around the catch in his throat, not sure of what you say to someone in this situation. Physical hurts he'd dealt with more than once. Usually with jests and promises of drinks or games when they were healed. What did you say to someone missing half their soul?
"I'm glad you're awake. How are you feeling?"
He really didn't know.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 11:17 pm
Glancing down at Valor she scratched the beloved little bronze's eyerides making a gentle soothing noise in the back of her throat to ease the distressed firelizard. Around her shoulders Vanity curled a little closer rubbing her little shining head against her owners cheek. "Physically I'm told I'll survive though from the pain I've been in and the way the flits fuss you'd think otherwise~" There a joke, small and hollow with just a ghost of a smile, but no feeling. Like a little flickering flameless shadow mocking what once had been.
"I'm told I impressed. I don't remember much of it to be honest." Emora admitted she eyes flashing with a stab of pain as Vanity let out a low thrum trying to comfort her owner even as her golden eyed came back wet with silent tears that slid down the woman's cheeks.
"Just that~" And she faltered staring down hard enough at Valor fit to burn into the little firelizard for want of something to focus on.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 1:11 pm
And again, what should he say? Describing the Hatching, her Impression and what events he understood afterwards would either help or harm. He didn't know which and at the moment he didn't dare. How could he say it without getting angry all over again? Anger at the hatchling that had nearly killed Emora physically, refusing to let her go even as she bled out on the Sands, then nearly killed her again mentally by killing herself.
No amount of understanding would keep him from blaming the creature who's sole purpose in being born seemed to be the destruction of another's life. Polaris thrummed, a flicker of yellow reflected in his own eyes. Z'fer lifted a hand to the blue on his shoulder, rubbing his chin. It might be a good thing that she didn't remember her Impression. Z'fer wasn't quite sure how it worked but if she didn't remember the dragon, she couldn't be as bad as rumors state? It wasn't like they'd lived with each other for Turns. They'd barely been bonded a few minutes before she was gone.
"The Healers told me your ribs are healing." He offered. "Your flits love you." That much was obvious. Especially the little bronze who has sacrificed his own wing to protect her. Z'fer wished he'd done something more to be the hero, that he hadn't done as he was told and sat back while a dragon mauled her. Even if he'd driven the hatchling between before she Impressed. It would have been better, this could have been avoided if he'd just done something.
"I should have stopped her. I should have done something." His hands clenched into fists. Order and command had been a big part of his entire life, he couldn't just give it all up now. He wouldn't blindly follow their orders like that again though. Someone he knew, someone he considered a friend had been harmed by his indecision.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 2:05 pm
"The only thing I remember~" Emora continued glancing up at Z'fer for a moment a look of pure pain in her eyes. "Was that she didn't want me. She was after that other girl, Auri. I was j-just in the way." She replied her voice cracking with emotions as she reached on hand of to dab at the tears that now poured silently down her cheeks. Reaching out with still damp fingers she patted Vanity's head. "I don't know what happened after I blacked out, but the healers told me most of it." She added leveling her gaze on Z'fer taking taking a deep breath as if the next words truly pained her.
"I. . .There was nothing you could have done. They'd have kicked you out." Emora replied shaking her head even as she tried to grapple with the idea herself. The blame. The blame was every where. On her, on the Weyr, on her friends, on everything and though she knew what she spoke was true she couldn't help, but feel bitter.
"As sick as they are the rules still stand. They're the ones to blame." She explaineded her eyes softening slightly as she looked down at her little injured bronze.
"They told me the green~" No Emora wouldn't use that name. She'd never speak so much as a whisper of it. "Wouldn't let the healers get to me and these two forced her back so I could be treated. That when she tried to lunge for me again they fought to protect the healers and me and that the strain was just too much and~" She trailed off shaking her head a small sob wracking her slim body.
Valor would fly again, Emora would walk and run again. Their physical injuries would heal, but wounds would remain. "I'm so lost. What do I do? What do I do now?"
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