Post by Miriel on Jan 11, 2010 17:38:08 GMT -5
Miriel winced as someone picked her up, and shot her left hand into their face, giving them a bloody nose. "I'm fine! Go away! Go away! Can't you tell the difference between a passed out elf and one that is perfectly conscious?" The small elf glared at the medic bent over her, then picked herself up. "I close my eyes for about three seconds, and then I'm being fussed over by some silly medic! Off with you! I'm more than capable of healing myself! What do you think I was made a Rider for?" She glared from one medic to another, daring one to come near her. Then, she turned her attention to Voronwer, speaking out loud.
"Why didn't you tell them I was awake?"
Voronwer shrugged, and replied over an open channel. I wanted to see how the hatchling handled it.
Miriel sent him a friendly glare, then turned to Szhandris, who, by now, was awake. "You." She pointed accusingly at the apprentice, then sat down with her leg stretched out. Running her right hand down her leg with no apparent grimace, Miriel found the bit of wood in her leg. With a jerk, she pulled it out, and looked at it, slightly amused. "You could have told me to avoid the stone. I didn't think you'd get near Adurna," She touched the stone at her forehead thoughtfully, "So I didn't warn you." Keeping one hand on Adurna and one on her leg, Miriel whispered something quietly, a long stream of words. When she was done, her shoulder lagged slightly, but barely enough to be visible. She had drawn strength from Adurna, and it really wasn't that much. But healing her leg, Szhandris' ribs, and the fight added enough to the little Rider that she yawned, and looked back down at the apprentice.
"Little fool." She said softly, standing up. "Don't ever try that again. You might get yourself killed." Her words were sharp, but Miriel's voice was kind, and warning.
"Why didn't you tell them I was awake?"
Voronwer shrugged, and replied over an open channel. I wanted to see how the hatchling handled it.
Miriel sent him a friendly glare, then turned to Szhandris, who, by now, was awake. "You." She pointed accusingly at the apprentice, then sat down with her leg stretched out. Running her right hand down her leg with no apparent grimace, Miriel found the bit of wood in her leg. With a jerk, she pulled it out, and looked at it, slightly amused. "You could have told me to avoid the stone. I didn't think you'd get near Adurna," She touched the stone at her forehead thoughtfully, "So I didn't warn you." Keeping one hand on Adurna and one on her leg, Miriel whispered something quietly, a long stream of words. When she was done, her shoulder lagged slightly, but barely enough to be visible. She had drawn strength from Adurna, and it really wasn't that much. But healing her leg, Szhandris' ribs, and the fight added enough to the little Rider that she yawned, and looked back down at the apprentice.
"Little fool." She said softly, standing up. "Don't ever try that again. You might get yourself killed." Her words were sharp, but Miriel's voice was kind, and warning.
