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Post by blitheringidiot on Dec 1, 2008 19:59:00 GMT -5
Jouri kept a fading, wooden smile on her face, her eyes full of barely hidden contempt and high irritation as the last person left the room, her posture perfect and parting words as full of sincerity as she could possibly make them.
By Faranth. She hated meetings with a never-dying passion.
Jouri walked across the room and sank back against the wall closest to the door to her and D'ron's weyr, letting her body relax from the forced acting and body language she had put it through. She bowed her head, hair falling forward to hide her face (she hadn't had time to brush it yet this morning), and rubbing her forehead to relax the headache that was beating against the edges of her skull with the force of an Amber's jaws.
Idiotic, petty, stuff old Lord Holders and their giggling, simpering, vapid ladies and daughters, haughty, leering sons, words that oozed condescenion disguised as respect...
They was the absolute worst part about being the Senior Weyrwoman. She actually did like her job, and was beginning to love many aspects of it - but they always put a damper on it all, to describe them with the politest of what she was thinking.
Relax, Jourimine. They were the last ones today, and you'll have no more for a full seven-day, from what I remember. The Opal's calm, soothing tone did seem to help ease her frustrations a bit, but not enough.
No, love. I have more five days from now. She reminded Linnelyth, her tone colored with half-playful childish resentment.
Linnelyth laughed lightly at her 'voice', and Jouri smiled just a little at the sound. The Opal was outside, splashing around in the lake, having fun - and Jouri still had work to do.
She had records to write, unfortunately, and she was not in the mood for it. Not that she ever was, but the parchment was likely to be poked through here and there, with blotches of ink all over the place. Her writing and drawing styles both tended to change with her mood, and it was easy to tell how she'd felt at a certain time when you looked at something she'd written or drawn.
Jouri sighed and shook her head, deciding to just stay in that position for a moment, and lean against the cool stone wall. It felt nice to rest her aching forehead against it...
She could do the records later, right? Or maybe she could somehow trick D'ron into doing them. Yeah. That sounded good.
A second later, she sardonically pretended to berate herself for that thought. How could she ever have considered foisting that horrible job off onto anyone else? Why should she make him suffer?
Why did she have to suffer, anyway? ... Ugh... Not a good day... She usually did her more tedious, menial duties as Weyrwoman with minimal tolerance (at least), but today...
No. Just... No.
Word Cout: 541 Character(s): Jouri of Opal Linnelyth. Notes: I. Love. These. Two. <3 |
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Post by Onyxaeon on Dec 1, 2008 21:05:45 GMT -5
With a sigh, you turn away
With a deepening heart,
No more words to say.
You will find that the world has changed forever,
And the trees are now turning from green to gold,
And the sun is now fading.
.: |D'ron||Varanth||::.[/center][/color][/size][/i][/b] A meeting was supposed to be brief, to be strictly about a short discussion over simple topics and, occasionally, one or two difficult ones. It was never supposed to drag on so endlessly and to be centered so wretchedly around the Hold Lord of Nusa's problems and how his timber tithes would be less this turn because of a forest fire, or how that particular Lord's son was to be engaged soon and wanted the Weyrleaders to host him a feast for his son was sure-or at least in his mind he was-to have an Onyxrider heir. Faranth be damned a thousand times if that were true! Why, the very notion was ridiculous, and D'ron had many a time been forced to cough to keep the outrageous chuckle that dared to try to escape his lips. Truth be told, that was the only portion of the entire thing he had truthfully listened to. After all, how could his ears not be roused to catch such an idiotic suggestion? To pass the time during, he had focused on writing his cursed reports and, as soon as it had been spoken and scrawled neatly onto the skin, he had forgotten about it.
A gruff sigh escaped the Weyrleader as he stacked the skins, placing them neatly in a pile beside his wing report before running a tanned hand through ebony tresses. "Shards and shells, I'd rather be buried in thread than deal with Nusa's Lord." His eyes passed around the room, thoughts immediately departing to a different matter entirely when he managed to notice that Jouri had left his company. Faranth, the woman was as sneaky as a young flit at times. Although, her sneakiness wasn't so much the issue as his unobservant tendencies. The wherryheaded man had had his mind elsewhere, as he often did, so it was only common place that he was left once more wondering where on Pern Jouri had wandered off to next. Heaving his lithe bulk up from the large, round desk of the Weyr Hall, D'ron yawned, stretching lazily until a satisfying pop was heard.
D'ronMine, Linnelyth's is trying to rest back in our weyr, if you are looking for her. I am by the feeding pens, enjoying a few wherries, so do not expect me back for a bit. Afterward, I would love to be bathed. It can be put off till tomorrow morning, but I would prefer today sometime soon. Varanth did indeed sound occupied, and D'ron could mentally ear the sound of bones crunching under the pressure from the Onyx's great jaws. A faint smile was his only response before he moved into the adjoining weyr, thinking it best to leave Varanth to his meal. He did not get very far before he found Jouri leaning against the cool stone wall, and a mischievous smirk seized his lips. A grand idea had captured his thoughts, and he would just have to perform it now.
As quietly as could be managed, he crept up behind the Weyrwoman, his voice a dark, sultry purr as he attempted to spook her by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush with him to further his teasing antics. "Guess who?" |
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Post by blitheringidiot on Dec 1, 2008 22:06:02 GMT -5
Oh, how beating something against the wall and breaking it was appealing to her right now... Perhaps a chair. Or maybe the Lord Holder's head. Yesss, that would be so satisfying...
Perhaps you should stick to abusing your furniture, not your guests.
Came Linnelyth's amused comment. Or perhaps the Lord Holder's furniture. Sneak into his home one night and slash up one of his fancy couches.[/color] Jouri agreed savagely with that idea, which sparked a brief fantasy of her creeping around the large, overly furnished room that she had visited once or twice with a sharp, lethal sword in one hand and a large, axe strapped to her back. She had crept into the Lord Holder and his wife's room and successfully (and mercilessly) knocked them senseless, before proceeding to their children's rooms and doing the same, and was about to get to the main room for meeting guests to do some damage, when - She was suddenly woken up from her daydream by a pair of strong arms pulling her backwards. Her first thought was, Heeyy, I didn't even get to put a dent in the wall! and the second was, Ahhh...A slight smirk flitted across her lips before she let herself relax against his much larger frame, hearing his words and rolling her eyes. She reached up behind her and laced her arms lightly around his neck. "Mmmm..." She half-purred, and titled her head back, looking at him through half-closed eyes and long dark brown lashes. Yes, she was short enough to him to be able to do that without breaking her neck. He was warm, and quite comfortable to lean on. Nice. Couldn't have picked a better pair, Linnel...Linnelyth mere sent a sort of smug feeling at her, but she half-ignored it. "I'm not positive... Could you be that enchanting fisherman I met last time I went to visit Talune Hold?" Jouri asked lazily, her tone dashed with bits of sweet, innocent sarcasm. [/center][/size][/color][/font] Word Count: 412 Character(s): Jouri of Opal Linnelyth. Notes: So, are we going to RP Linnelyth and Varanth in the same place? Linnelyth is splashing around in the lake and Varanth is hunting. XD -Refreshes go from zero to twelve per second- |
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Post by Onyxaeon on Dec 1, 2008 22:58:35 GMT -5
With a sigh, you turn away
With a deepening heart,
No more words to say.
You will find that the world has changed forever,
And the trees are now turning from green to gold,
And the sun is now fading.
.:|D'ron||Varanth||::.[/center][/color][/size][/i][/b] "A fisherman, you say?" He echoed her words, tongue languidly rolling over the sentence in that same purr that was perfectly feline in manner. His fingers, resting so still at her waist, began to run lightly up and down her sides, thumbs stroking softly. Ah, one wrong twitch and he could tickle her so very easily. He wasn't that mean though, was he? One never knew exactly with D'ron, or Varanth for that matter, which is what made the two such a wonderfully suited pair.
"Hmm. I don't know about that, now. I'm not exactly jealous, but even I have to draw the line somewhere. Can't have rumors flying about that you make frequent trips to the Holds because I'm incompetent, now can we?" His chuckle was low, dusty, and it couldn't be helped that his smirk was entirely one brought about by male humor. It lasted long enough for Varanth to comment upon it, and the Onyx beast's words only added to the grin because they were of the strongest agreement.
Yes, because we both know you are about as 'incompetent' as I in that field. Tis a wonder she hasn't come across the same condition that Linnelyth has seen twice.
Now now, Varanth, control that tongue of yours. Twasn't a nice thing to say, you know. Regardless, that was amusing. Ish.
I know. Why else would I say it, Mine? Now that we've gotten that bit of ego stroking over, I do believe I will go and spend time with my Linnelyth. Do not wait up.
D'ron rolled his eyes, mentally shrugging Varanth out of his mind-though not permanently, he could never do that-long enough to bend his head down slightly a brush a soft kiss across the little Weyrwoman's brow.
As Varanth reached the shores of Lake Rhaser, his contented green-blue eyes wandered over the beautiful Opal splashing about in the deeper waters before him. Ah, what a stunning sight. She never looked more lovely than when her barriers were down such as this or when she was flying to be caught by whomever males was brave enough to catch her. Evening, love. Care to share the lake with me this evening? |
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Post by blitheringidiot on Dec 2, 2008 14:01:25 GMT -5
Inwardly, Jouri was having to work at concealing a shiver. She loved D'ron's voice. Who wouldn't, really? He was so good at making that silky, purr-ish sound... It was, to say the least... erhm, distracting.
Jouri had no doubts that she was physcially attracted to the Onyxrider. And she liked him well enough as a person... He was one of her friends, afterall... But she had yet to be able to tell if she would become attached to him in a deeper way.
It all depended on Linnelyth (and how D'ron saw her, but Linnelyth was the one who would Rise and choose her mate, and ultimately it was her decision), really. And Linnelyth was quite taken with Varanth, so... There was a good chance she'd have more time to find out.
"Incompetent?" Jouri murmured, feigning mild indignance. "I daresay you're not that bad." Her smirk deepened a little. "It would be a great insult to Linnelyth to suggest otherwise. We keep each other in mind before we persue relationships... Plus, the fisherman wasn't any good at flirting." She added as an afterthought, an attempt continuing the game.
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Linnelyth gave a small croon as she relaxed in the lake's cold, cold embrace, wings spread leisurely inder the water and body submerged up to her chin. It felt quite nice to her. She was glad that it hadn't frozen over all the way yet... In the deeper parts, anyway. You could break the ice and dive right in.
She turned when she 'heard' Varanth's voice and approach, and dragonic smile curving her mouth.
Of course. It feels quite lovely... She was almost purring, as she raised herself up some to watch him better, eyes whirling a swift blue-green.
A handsome beast, he was... Definitely the best of those who had chased her, she thought, feeling satisfied and content, her thoughts along the same lines as Jouri's, though perhaps more certain in how she felt.
The title of 'The Weyr King' fit him absolutely, in several ways...
Word Count: 371 Character(s): Jouri of Opal Linnelyth. Notes: None. |3 |
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Post by Onyxaeon on Dec 2, 2008 19:49:04 GMT -5
With a sigh, you turn away
With a deepening heart,
No more words to say.
You will find that the world has changed forever,
And the trees are now turning from green to gold,
And the sun is now fading.
.:|D'ron||Varanth||::.[/center][/color][/size][/i][/b] " That bad?" A look of mock astonishment covered his features, his eyes playing up an emotion of faux indignation, as though he had just been told something so utterly ridiculous it compared to someone saying Varanth was purple with green spots and the size of a small flit. "My dear Jouri, are you implying that I am bad? Surely not." A slow grin littered his face, that humor of his rising and testing his footing for just how proper he had to be with Jouri. Of course, he knew the answer already-how could someone be a friend to another and not know something to that nature?-he just felt like pushing her buttons a bit more today than normal because he could very well see what flicker of emotion was written in her eyes when he teased her so. She enjoyed it, and he adored giving it. "You would be the best to judge just exactly how you feel but, you know, if I truly am that bad, your lovely Linnelyth would not have allowed Varanth to touch her much less fly her. She does think of you too in that light. I must be doing something right, because I count over thrice that we've seen ourselves occupied so...mindlessly. Not to mention those times when you had had a bit too much wine from the banquets, and I wasn't much better off." D'ron's hands dropped to his sides as he brushed a soft, butterfly kiss across her throat, his legs carrying him through to the main bed chamber where several pieces of furniture were scattered about. He settled for wandering over to one of the large dressers, riffling through it for suitable relaxing attire. With a sigh, he unbuckled the wide, heavy rider's belt that would not be needed for the evening-he was going to be stuck going through reports all day, so why wear something that he had only put on for appearance to the Hold Lords?-and placed it a top the dresser. Once accomplished, a lazy roll of shoulders and a deft movement of his hands brought the fine tunic from his body, sinews flexing in the day's gentle light. "Am I wrong about that?" he called in jest, head turning to catch her entering the room. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ah, wonderful, then. I always enjoy a nice, refreshing swim. Great pillars carried the Onyx to the sandy shores, the great beast wading for a moment to adjust to the temperature before moving on. The girth of his bulk effortlessly plowed through the ice that had lingered from the Opal's entrance, and his body snaked through the abyss of the waters. Well, it wasn't really an abyss for him-his clawed feet touched the bottom and he still had neck room left over in the deepest part of the lake. Why didn't you tell me you were out here swimming earlier? I was not busy, and it is a shame to have your stunning self without company. Well, fitting company, at least.[/size][/color][/font] |
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Post by blitheringidiot on Dec 8, 2008 17:12:36 GMT -5
Jouri had to work at keeping herself from giggling or snickering, or a weird combination of both, and her eyes were sparkling a little. She really didn't know what had gotten into her. She loved to tease, but she hadn't really gone this branch of it with D'ron.
Ah, well - no time like the present, yes?
Not to mention, this was amusing, and had the opportunity to develop into something interesting... perhaps a bit more than interesting, even... A totally innocent kind, of course.
She trailed into the room after him, one hand reaching up to brush fingers delicately over the places where he'd kissed her. She dropped her hand back down as she trailed after him into the room, his words floating back through the doorway to her ears.
Jouri did have to allow herself at least a slight smile as she walked into the room, her eyes suddenly getting a different kind of glint to them.
She glanced over his sun-washed torso, before pretending not to notice anymore. A look that was somehow thoughtful, with a careless edge to it at the same time, settled itself over her features before she answered his banter and question.
"Well, a woman does need to have entertaiment, does she not? You do have some good qualities about you, several different kinds - though isn't variety the spices of life?" She said, moving smoothly over to her favorite, comfortable chair and relaxing herself into it.
Her body seemed to sigh in thanks, muscles easing out of the remainder of the irritation they had been gathering, most of the tension leaving her.
"Though I do seem to be satisfied by one flavor more than others, no matter how many different ones I've sampled." This time her tone was a bit lower and less carless, less teasing, though there was enough that it could still be thought of as part of the joking if he saw it that way.
If he was more attuned, though... Listening more closely than for teasing -
What the - where did that come from? Jouri thought, a bit shocked at herself and somewhat worried. I did not mean to say that, I didn't - you sharding traitor! She cursed her impulsive subconcious, but managed to keep all emotion that didn't belong out of her face and eyes.
There were any number of ways he could respond to that... She hoped it was the right way, fervently.
Stupid idiot! Shells!
... But... What was the right way? That was something she didn't really have an answer for.
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Linnelyth snorted delicately at Varanth's comment about suitable company (she knew what that meant, she was sure), but her eyes whirled a little faster at the compliment and question.
I haven't been here long. I didn't know if you were assisting D'ron in his meeting or not. I know I had to help Jourimine! She gets so riled up at those Lord Holders, and I know I can't blame her... I'm glad we don't have to deal with them as often as the Hold Watchdragons do. We see them enough as it is...
[/i] Linnelyth ended her mini-rant, and took a deep breath, submerging herself completely. Mmmm... even cold, the water was lovely. She opened her eyes underwater lazily, viewing her surroundings, wings still spread luxuriously, tail swishing a little occasionally. [/center][/size][/color][/font] Character(s): Jouri of Opal Linnelyth. Word Count: 614 Notes: Not really, no. |
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Post by Onyxaeon on Dec 8, 2008 17:52:21 GMT -5
With a sigh, you turn away
With a deepening heart,
No more words to say.
You will find that the world has changed forever,
And the trees are now turning from green to gold,
And the sun is now fading.
.:|D'ron||Varanth||::.[/center][/color][/size][/i][/b] D'ron's eyes, so taken to their teasing shade and their delightful bout of humor, darkened abruptly to her words, though not in anger. It could easily be mistaken for the furious emotion, though, because his thoughtful look did often appear as though he was irate with no real truth to a cause being found. She had certainly caught him off guard-he was normally quick enough to catch such subtle twists and turns in behavior and tone easily-and so he had to wonder of just exactly what all she had meant by what she had said. Surely she didn't mean...? But then, by what had followed her first, rebellious words, she surely did, and his face could not help itself but fall a tiny fraction. Well, he had known such a thing was possible. After all, she wasn't confined to his side and the fact that Varanth had caught and utterly adored Linnelyth meant utterly nothing because a rider could feel differently about someone than their dragon did. It was only wishful thinking that kept him hoping for it to be so, for the young Opalrider to really begin to see what all she had lying before without really any known reason for such a sacrifice. Indeed, the poor idiot had stumbled headfirst over his own heels into what was impossibly strong for a crush but, then again, the more time that he began to spend with her, the less and less he saw it as such. Did crushes vanish and fade with time? His never followed that guidelines, for it seemed the bond only grew with time. What exactly he did feel was a mystery to the Weyrleader but, he knew it to be nothing short of something that could easily be used to cripple him if only someone knew which button to push.
With a slow sigh, his arm reached out, hand clutching at the soft fabric of the fresh, worn tunic before he pulled it swiftly over his head and slide the garment into place where it hugged his torso loosely. He slide the drawer back into place before tugging off his wherhide boots and ruffling his ebony tresses lightly in a form of defeat. He had known, yes, but nothing could prepare him for that odd, almost painful sting he felt just knowing it. A crush wasn't supposed to hurt that much, was it? Striding over to the bed, he plopped down without much regard, rolling over onto his back and heaving a gruff sigh that was meant to make an attempt at indifference. Of course it would be the one time when his skills as a liar failed him.
"Indeed it is, Jouri. Indeed it is," he heaved out, eyes sheltering themselves from the light entering into the weyr as he tried for a nap. Ha. Like he was going to get one now.
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No, dear Linnelyth: I had barely any part at all in the meeting this time. After the last where they began to bicker mindlessly and I nearly snapped at Nusa's Lord, he has decided to steer clear away from me, and so do I away from the meeting aside from a slight comment now and then to Mine. The Onyx sighed in light contentment, his wings reaching out to lazily stretch in the air before dropping hastily down to smack the water lightly. Yes, the water was refreshing, but all the more lovely for the creature within it and the spare time now to enjoy it. With a light, almost airy flick of his tail, Varanth flicked a few droplets of the icy water at Linnelyth, a smirk adorning his features. |
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Post by blitheringidiot on Dec 9, 2008 15:24:19 GMT -5
Jouri had been watching D'ron antsily, and instantly noted the sudden change her words caused. His back was to her, but she could see the difference in his demeanour and actions, and heard his sigh and the false pretense in his words.
Alarmed, eyes wide, she wondered what she had said that would make him feel like that - she had only been playing! ... Couldn't he tell? There was no way he had heard her second, unintended bit, because that would have induced more teasing and / or maybe - nonono, don't worry about that.
She shook her head once, sharply, to clear it, and quietly stood up, slipping her feet out of her shoes and walking softly over to the bed.
She settled herself on her side, on her knees, leaning forward onto her hands, looking at D'ron. She wasn't normally one to deal with serious emotional stuff (she just... didn't), but she hated it when she hurt one of the people who were close to her...
"... D'ron?" She spoke quietly, all of the previous emotion out of her voice, and a new, slightly uncertain and worried undertone flooding it.
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Linnelyth listened to Varanth in mild amusement at the thought of the Onyx snapping the Lord Holder's head off. She came up out of the water, beating her wings to go faster, only to be splashed.
She gave a small rumble sound that could be the Dragonic equivalent to a giggle, and was about to retaliate, when she halted.
Jouri! What's wrong!? Why are you so upset and tense all fo the sudden? [/i] She didn't bother to hide the words from Varanth. She pulled back down out of the pose she had been in, ready to send a splash of water at the King, her wings now folded to her side. Her eyes began whirling faster, with spots of orange and yellow appearing and replacing the blue-green. Calm down, Linnelyth, calm down... Nothing life-threatening is happening. No reason to panic. Your ton says otherwise.[/i] The Opal reprimanded sternly. What's wrong?[/i] Jouri hesitated before answering. I think I did something to upset D'ron... I think he took something I said the wrong way.Linnelyth's next words had an 'I told you so' tone to them. And were you two teasing each other like that again? I told you it wasn't a good idea. It hits too close - [/color][/i] That's enough, Linnelyth! Jouri hastily interupted, and then sighed. Could you maybe ask Varanth to give me something to help with...? I'm not sure what to say to him...Linnelyth agreed, but with a feeling that implied rolling eyes. She turned her focus back to her mate, and relayed Jouri's request, since she knew Varanth would know what had happened through D'ron's eyes. [/size][/color][/font][/center] Character(s): Jouri of Opal Linnelyth. Word Count: 535 Notes: Getting interesting now... >3 |
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Post by Onyxaeon on Dec 9, 2008 18:34:40 GMT -5
With a sigh, you turn away
With a deepening heart,
No more words to say.
You will find that the world has changed forever,
And the trees are now turning from green to gold,
And the sun is now fading.
.:|D'ron||Varanth||::.[/center][/color][/size][/i][/b] The Onyx beast paused for a brief interlude, his thoughts going to His and, as he probed deeper into his Mine's thoughts, he couldn't help the fact that his own equal concerns were roused as well. He could not deny that what his rider felt was not also his own opinion-if he did he would be the worst form of liar-but, then again, he would not possibly understand all that his lifemate was going through. After all, Linnelyth had met him in the air twice already and that first time had been with him. The Opal had more or less imprinted upon him, and it did not seem as though her fondness would wear away anytime soon. His did not have the fortune that Varanth had had with Linnelyth, though. He had not seen Jouri through the very beginning, and humans had fickle hearts that changed daily based on what was going wrong in their surroundings. Who was to say she did not secretly loath his existence or wish him ill the day after she proclaimed her affections? His did not have Varanth's almost guarantee, and little things such as this, whether he would admit it or not, worried the Onyxrider because he was not one to let his guard down for just anyone or anything. He trusted her, and the fact that she could have possibly seen fit to find her company and time with another was heart wrenching.Varanth could ascertain this all and, from the way he inwardly felt now, it was as though Jouri had taken a blade and forcibly shoved it into his chest cavity, stabbing wildly and twisting the knife about in swift and harsh motions that threatened to tear the mourning organ out from within him. Did that matter, though? A shattered heart couldn't beat, after all.
The Onyx shook the light coating of mist from the nearby falls off of his wings, his body wading into the shallower waters in thought as he pondered over a way to phrase this. His was prideful, just as he was, so the dragon had to be careful with where he walked as one wrong move could have the rider upset with his bonded and the Weyrwoman. After a few minutes had passed, the ebony skull turned to catch Linnelyth's eyes, a sigh passing out from his maw before he even attempted to speak. Mine...Took nothing wrong. It was just the way you had worded what you had said. If Linnelyth had said the same and were older, our pasts not as they were, I would feel the same as he does at the current moment. I cannot say much without Mine noticing, because he is still halfway paying attention, but you should know that he doesn't try so hard with other people. You sent him running blindfolded and barefoot over broken glass, and he's only trying to be able to stand and find his way out without very well watching himself die in the process.
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D'ron's brow arched to address Jouri, though his eyes remained sealed shut as though glue had rapidly stuck the two lids together forever. With a small, muffled groan, his gaze turned up to meet her own as he heaved his body into an upright position, head and back against the headboard. The muddled irises locked onto her own, but emotion impossible to disconcern because the pupil had so bled itself into the iris, creating a flawless ebony canvas. This did, however, tell the Weyrwoman one thing: whatever he was feeling, it was surely a strong emotion. "Yes, Jouri?"
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