Post by Zi on Mar 23, 2013 0:46:50 GMT -5
Shards was he ever sore. A couple days had passed but he could still feel the bruises with every movement. J'degar hadn't expected Iro to have improved that much in his absence, but apparently the topazrider had put on quite a bit of muscle since weyrlinghood. J'degar was impressed of course, but part of him was wishing that Iro hadn't learned how to hit harder. He rolled his shoulders, his long healed threadscarred shoulder protesting the movement. As much as he was loathe to admit it, J'degar knew he needed to pop by the infirmary to get more numbweed. Frankly, he just didn't want to.
Is it silly manly pride that keeps you from going, or the fear of running into her. Syphraelth asked lazily from where he was sunning himself. They both knew the answer to that one, and they both knew J'degar would give in and go, if only because he wasn't going to let himself be afraid of confrontation with her. maybe if he was lucky, she wouldn't be there? Fat chance of that. The woman had a knack for being an annoyance and he doubted two Turns would have fixed that. With a grumbled sigh, he grabbed up a small bag within which a gift sat, and headed out the door.
It didn't take long to find his way to the infirmary, and he peeked in first, eying the place warily. No sign of Assaila, good. He really wasn't looking forward to the fight she would know doubt throw at him. Oh but was that -
"Anna..." He mumbled under his breath. Had the girl stuck with her training? Did she still love it? Was she still learning with wide eyed wonderment and assisting patients with the sweet little smile she had? He felt the tiny spark of pride at the idea, but it faded quickly. What if she hated him now? He sighed, stepped in the door, and sat on one of the empty beds, waiting for her, or another healer, to come over.
Is it silly manly pride that keeps you from going, or the fear of running into her. Syphraelth asked lazily from where he was sunning himself. They both knew the answer to that one, and they both knew J'degar would give in and go, if only because he wasn't going to let himself be afraid of confrontation with her. maybe if he was lucky, she wouldn't be there? Fat chance of that. The woman had a knack for being an annoyance and he doubted two Turns would have fixed that. With a grumbled sigh, he grabbed up a small bag within which a gift sat, and headed out the door.
It didn't take long to find his way to the infirmary, and he peeked in first, eying the place warily. No sign of Assaila, good. He really wasn't looking forward to the fight she would know doubt throw at him. Oh but was that -
"Anna..." He mumbled under his breath. Had the girl stuck with her training? Did she still love it? Was she still learning with wide eyed wonderment and assisting patients with the sweet little smile she had? He felt the tiny spark of pride at the idea, but it faded quickly. What if she hated him now? He sighed, stepped in the door, and sat on one of the empty beds, waiting for her, or another healer, to come over.