So, I Have An Idea... Att: R'tal/N'yx

Jerzy Tobin

The hardest part about losing his arm was the fact that both he and
Ostibeth were kept from flying Fall. It was one thing to be kept out
while convalescing and what not, but the idea of never being able to
return, just because of the loss of *half* an arm, when Ostibeth was
hale and healthy, just sat sour with N'yx. Surely, surely there was
*something* that could be done. He had a few thoughts simmering away
on the matter, too. He'd let them simmer while getting settled into
this new Weyr and getting used to things. Constant checks with the
Healers and reacclimating to the heat and everything that came with

It was after a Fall, once things had quieted down, at Ostibeth's
urging, N'yx finally worked up the nerve to go and actually talk to
someone about those ideas. The brown wanted to be back in the air,
even more than N'yx did. Surely there was something, anything they
could do to fly Fall again. And the man to see about it was the one
they'd met with upon transferring - R'tal. N'yx had been impressed
with the man when he'd met him, and had continued to hear good things
about him. So he figured if anyone was going to actually listen to
him, it would be R'tal.

The brownrider threaded his way through the tunnels and passages to
where R'tal's office was, hoping to catch the man at a quiet moment.

"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146

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