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 Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 6:55 pm
"You are a gentleman of a dragon." She patted his foreleg gently. "I hope the lady dragons tell you that." With that, she clambered up on his leg and to his neckridges. Jessan couldn't quite help the childish spike of holy s**t I am RIDING A DRAGON that rose when she latched on and held on tight to the aforementioned neck ridges. The Mindhealer went 'eeeeee' with uncharacteristic glee in her mind, kept her outward appearance the ever-calm. "Thank you, Merceth."
The 'eeeeeeee' did not fade the entire trip to C'ross' weyr, though it seemed very short. Jess removed herself from Merceth as carefully as she could, making a soft noise when her feet touched the ground. With a final pat on his leg, the mindhealer moved closer to the entrance of the weyr and kept her voice gentle, loud enough to be heard.
"Brownrider C'ross? This is Jessan. I've been speaking with your bondmate."
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 10:59 pm
Merceth did not take off; his flight tended to be fast and a bit rough on those who were not used to it. C’ross could keep his seat on anything short of an irritable bull herdbeast, so naturally Merceth felt no need to restrain himself… But for a polite lady, he would keep it to a sedate walk across the Warden’s grounds. Once they reached the weyr, he lowered himself down again so that she could slide off his shoulder without difficulty, then coiled up in his wallow and watched her through a half-lidded eye.
C’ross, to his credit, had indeed successfully put on a shirt. He still looked a little more rumpled and disoriented than his usual self, and he was leaning visibly on the doorframe, but he affixed Jessan with a stern look that was… oh, maybe sixty, seventy percent of its standard sternness. It would be closer to eighty percent if it was a little less weary-looking. It’s hard to be intimidating when you simultaneously look exhausted.
“So I hear. I’m sorry to say he’s dragged you all the way out here for nothing.”
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 10:21 am
If his less than pristine appearance fazed her, Jessan didn't show it. She slid off of Merceth and patted his shoulder with the same fondness she had for all huge angry beasts with claws. After, the mindhealer smoothed her skirt, eyeing up the large dragonrider.
"I wouldn't say for nothing. I rode about the weyr on dragonback. It's not a common event for us unbonded folk, you know." She shrugged a little , her fingers hooking together. "Would you like to discuss something other than the Hatching?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 4:07 pm
C'ross appeared to be a little bit taken aback by the offer. Clearly he'd expected Jessan to come in and be the typical shrink at him, asking how he felt about things and evaluating whether he was fit to continue in his duties. He had no particular interest in that kind of question, and he'd curtly chased off any Watchrider who approached him as well.
But it was a bit more difficult to angrily chase off someone who was just trying to be friendly. Especially when he had Merceth glaring daggers at him over the brown's new favorite person. When had that happened.
"...Sure. Er, come in, I guess." The little weyr wasn't much, but it was scrupulously clean. Mostly because it was spartan. There simply wasn't enough accumulated junk to make it messy. "I... have klah?" He was denied alcohol. But either he was permitted stimulants or he'd forgotten the part where the healers told him he wasn't allowed to drink klah. Either way, he needed some kind of drugs in his system to function, and caffeine would do in an emergency.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 9:23 am
Jessan brightened visibly at his agreement to talk with her. She nodded and half turned, her fingers wriggling in a goodbye to Merceth. No time was wasted in taking advantage of his offer, slim frame bustling into the weyr.
"Yes, please, that sounds lovely." She'd claw out someones eyes for a bit of tea but klah sounded good, especially from a young man so bent on being a grump like C'ross seemed to be. "Merceth is a very nice dragon. I quite enjoyed him. He seemed concerned for your shirtless state but it seems to have been for naught."
And thank goodness for that. No offense to C'ross but Jessan had a bit of a thing with not talking to shirtless patients. It happened more times than she'd like to admit. "How do you manage to keep such a large bondmate bathed and oiled? I've never understood it."
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