I nod.
::I am ready. Do not fuss on my account, I will be fine.::
I have been better it is true, but it is what it is. I won’t burden more than is absolutely necessary.
“I would be glad of it were the smoking heat more metaphor than truth.” I say ruefully “But no alcohol, I can bear up and I should not wish my wits any more fogged.” In truth I would like it, to take the edge off, but it will not do. I nod to let he…
I nod rapidly at Dog while my legs burn and complain.
"Tis not that bad, really. I will be well. The shock merely... took me by surprise.." The tension in my voice is still too high.
I pat Dog's arm and Belka helps me walk stiffly in fits and st…
I follow the pink blur until we stop than I just sit there a moment.
Truly it feels as if my legs are on fire at this very moment from just above the knee down and in patches. It is just the burn of course. Some of the dead skin is probably peeli…
I see the weapon moving in slow motion, hear the boom and live through the thousand years it takes to hit me. The splash is merely the feeling of water at first, then I scream in pain by instinct as the oil burns into my legs. With the pain, the lik…
I can count the number of times I've been in a fight like this with the Arrows. Usually I peel off and watch for the wounded, but there are so few of us this time and we have business elsewhere.
Muttering obscenities that shy would be shocked to …
I do answer. Though I do not wax poetic about any particular thing, my nerves are to high for that. I find it difficult even to maintain much of my character, but I hope that the ride itself covers that.
We break the tree line and my eyes go wide …
I’m cringing with disgust… inside. My payment, it seems, for my uncharacteristic ruse is that I must endure it a while longer.
“As am I, Mr. Watauga. What an adventure this will be.” I say, with a voice sweeter than Valentine’s special coffee, as …
Yes, Shy had to take the infirmary again after a scant few hours in the pile. She handled it with all the grace a disappointed adolescent can muster. But it couldn't be helped, as I told her. August had asked for me specifically and not to go would …
I am sitting on Sounder’s bike gingerly. My… August’s bike is solid smooth and reliable, it does not twitch or break. Sounder’s is more tempermental and responds to the slightest coaxing one way or the other, even the balance is hyper-responsive. I …
I watch everything settle out. I don’t approve of taking Grunge. She is an unknown quantity and expensive besides. But it is Dog’s decision, I simply nod to Gringe and follow Dog when we leave to make our plan.
“You need not presume to instruct me in my duty… anymore than I should have to instruct you in your own.” I say mildly, but I can feel the hardness in my eyes as I look her. “Sounder sleeps now whilst her body recovers. It is the best course and she…
"She is hurt, but alive." I say, calmly. "She needs some tending yet."
What I remember most about riding with Belka and part of what Cujo was teasing me about. In addition to her consistent good cheer, which is her best quality, Belka is legendary …
I stand quietly behind Dog, my hands clasped behind my back. I nod acknowledgement of Grunge and one of the others, both of whom I have tended to. My eyes return to Belka, overly brash and indiscriminate in my opinion, but an Arrow still.
Or is sh…
I am not expecting the hug, but my usual distance has been worn thin. Something has shifted today, though I do not know if I could put words to what it is.
I turn my head to the side against Dog’s taller frame and hug her back just as tightly, as…
I watch him move away, letting go of my playacting with a shaky sigh betraying my relief at the lifted burden.
“By the rain, what trouble has she gotten herself into?”
I glance up at Dog.
The smile still, but dimmed a little. The stiffness was getting to me. Still the hot gaze and the loose body (for me, that is. August would probably find it a hysterical parody.) Dog's arm really is lending me comfort. I believe I was forced to …
Madness. To leave the infirmary again, and now with only Mox and Decatur to watch after them? I don't expect any crisis but who knows who will get themselves hurt in the hold in the meantime. But what can I do? August... she is in trouble and she a…
I work to keep my smile as he comments about the others being flooded. August is in the hands of these people.
I don't flinch from the touch, however much I want to. I take the moment he turns away to collapse back into myself. I am not August and …
I nod in agreement with Dog, the mask-like smile still upon my face as I try to bring some of the heat that always seems to simmer behind August's eyes into mine. My hand casually rests on his forearm.
"I'faith, much more to be done. If August unde…
I glance a moment over my shoulder at Watauga, considering. Clearly August has worked her magic upon him. What spirits I have are mostly used for disinfectant, so... This is something outside of my experience. I do not flirt. Or... rather I have …
I look at Dog, surprised. August was injured? And I wasn't told or approached for help? I drop my eyes a moment. Of course not, why should I be? I am no longer with them, by my own choice. She probably let that hack in Pike sew her up, leaving sca…
Of course he 'likes' August . Who does not? I recoil to think of her using perhaps her most potent weapon. I lead the way back into our small dwelling. My own mind is spinning and the tension resolves into fear and grips my heart yet again today, ac…
“She is.” I agree. “Forgive me, I should offer my sisters emissary some hospitality. Perhaps you would like some water, Mr. Wautauga? While you tell us just what it is we need to do.”
I wave an inviting arm back to the living quarters.
I feel the tension grip my body. His hands are not accustomed to sign, and this is Arrows-sign in any case, with special gestures specific to our little band. I glance at Ace behind Dog and shake my head minutely, then I look at the man again, and…
My eyes flick back and forth between the new arrival, Dog and Ace.
The specter of exhaustion curls through my mind but I step forward to greet the man.
I make a slight bow. "Hello, I am Bon. I am the healer here. Do you require assistance?"