Re: Familiar faces in strange new places. (Tyne/S'ryll)
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Yes, that had been true. Although, Tyne thought wryly to herself. There were some scars that it would be harder to think of as anything other than what they were, a desperate attempt at a failed escape. Thankfully, as ever, those were covered in the light sleeves of the fingerless gloves that Idri had made for her, but it didn't stop her running her fingers absently over the material, feeling the ridging beneath. A small giggle had escaped her when he pulled off his tunic and she pulled it over her head gratefully, the familiar scent suffusing her nostrils. The conflict this encounter had caused would unsettle her for days, that was for sure, memories being dragged out into the light from where they had lurked under dark rocks. "You always were quick to get the muscles out. Watch you don't get burned on that pale Northern complexion, now. That's the last thing your ego needs." A flicker of a twinkle had crossed her eyes, but only a flicker. A spark of her previous self. A small smile had settled on her face though, shy and timid, but a smile none the less. "I'm... not as broken as I was. I... don't remember much of immediately after. Wygelle and F'loran helped. They send marks to Kassia to pay for my upkeep here so that I can have... some of what I used to." Warmth touched her expression as she mentioned the High Reaches Weyrleaders. She missed F'loran. The jovial lump. She sipped at the flask and then held it out to him, happy to share before turning her gaze to the cloud of firelizards above her. Her eyes closed and she appeared to be basking in the sun, in reality she was dipping into the emotions of her faire. They had settled again, distracted by several small insects that they were darting after. "They helped fix me. All of them did. They listened even when I didn't know that I was calling."
On Mon, Apr 6, 2020 at 12:06 AM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote: S'ryll smiled back at her, gently. "We always viewed these scars differently, you and I." He stopped though, realizing his next words of 'the price you had to pay for what you were to become' might only add to her pain right now. It felt good to be near her again, near something that reminded him of home. He saw the look of embarrassment cross his face. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen all of this before, but it had been awhile, and her discomfort was something he could help. He pulled off his tunic, handing it to her while the flits came down. --
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