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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:40:57 GMT -5
Adah|The sorceress regarded the midnight-cursed female seriously, but issuing a short, deep-throated chuckle. "I gather I would not wish to meet her?" Adah guessed, easily reading through the femme's barely veiled words. Maybe a rash wouldn't be suited for one such as the maiden before her. Perhaps a foul taste in her mouth that would burst with intensity one moment and fade the other, would be a more subtle, and suitable punishment for her. The healer frowned at her patient as he stirred, making a low sound in her throat to voice her disapproval, though it found deaf ears. The drake was out again before her vocalization was even beginning to form in the base of her throat. "I will assist you in moving him when you wish to. His involuntary movements shall not bother me. My mate often dreams in his sleep." The matron murmured, and Adah flicked her ears to signal acknowledgement of the dove's offer of help. It would be much appreciated once it came for that time. The healer busied herself with rearranging the poultice in a knit-fit fashion, though she was sure to keep unobtrusive. She didn't want to cause the drake more pain then he needed to feel, and rousing him at this time would only deprive him of much needed rest, and relief from pain. "Do not speak to me as if you where above me. You are nothing but a mongrel. You see, pet. You are no specialty in my family. You cannot mend the hurt; you do not watch the pack young and you do not hunt for us. Your only job is to sit by your lover and try to look pretty. A face amongst the working ants. As far as I see it Adah is running the situation. Not yourself. So if you wish speak you will be asking for permission to even breathe." Apparently, both the Ranee and the commander both ignored her command for peace and quiet. "I suppose peace and quiet from you two is nearly impossible." Adah snarled in frustration under her breathe. And of course, Dris just had to have her bit as well... as all pups need to dive in on any action that may barely concern them. Adah growled at the three of them, including Niravadhi for bringing these two females together in such unfavorable circumstances. If you look at it, really, all this was that silly male's fault in the first place. "He'll be fine, if certain wolves will quit their yapping and let him rest." The healer answered quietly, without inflection as to where she lay the blame, though she did place emphasis on the plural form of "wolves".
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Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 22:41:28 GMT -5
Niravadhi::Awakening to the sound of raised voices was most definitely not my idea of fun. Dris had turned to speak to me, but I understood not a word. The dear lass was evidently worked up about something, but for the moment I couldn’t care about much else other than the headache that was beginning to pound through my mind. Something about me bringing her under someone else’s judgement. At the second set of raised vocals I managed to deduce that Dris was evidently talking about Snow. A deep sigh passes across lips, muzzle sinking down upon padders. Was there any hope of getting the two stubborn dame’s to agree to disagree and have some semblance of peace fall upon the clearing? I barely caught Adah’s disgruntled tunes, my being agreeing fervently with her. I contemplated attempting to get the two bickering ladies to be quiet when I determined that that wasn’t going to be of much use. The two of them would have to sort it out somehow, and I would just have to suffer through it. Somewhat glazed orbs are turned to inspect the poultice that rested snugly against the gash in my shoulder. It looked neat and tidy, and the pain was only a dull ache. Though I guessed that was mainly due to the opiates that were still circling through my body. Come morning time, I would be in severe pain once more. Nose wrinkles a little at the thought, but knowing that I could well be in much worse shape, I let the matter drop. Talking of letting matters drop, Dris had evidently run out of words, stalking towards my prone form and hiding behind my coarse slate robe. A surge of tenderness welled up within my being, form twisting awkwardly to allow tape to run soothingly across the dark lass’ brow. Strokes are gentle yet firm, slowly running down one cheek before travelling up the other, in an attempt to get my darling mate to relax a little. She was so close to breaking point, and I really didn’t want any rash actions or words falling any more than necessary. Enough had been said and done already, without needing to make matters worse. Harks flicker at Snow’s words, crown withdrawing from Dris’ form for a moment in order to flash the alpha a look of gratitude for letting her argument with Dris go. Slight smile is sent in Adah’s direction as her tone is kept as neutral as possible for the outspoken healer. Satisfied that another feud was not about to break out any more, I return my attention to Dris, feeling some of the tension leaving her body. Once I was well on the way to recovery, I would surely be getting an earful for this incident, but at the moment I didn’t care. The soft sounds of a wintery forest reach my auds, now that the lupine voices had faded away. Spring would hopefully be underway soon, though there was still a distinct possibility of snow falling. Idly, I wondered what Faolyn and Lyulf’s reactions would be towards the frozen crystals of water vapour. Come to think of it, I was quite enamoured by the idea of snow. Maw opens ready to voice my thought, before I suddenly realised how stupid it would sound. A injured, adult drake wanting snow….perhaps the opiates had really addled my mind….A light chuckle passes across ink kissers, scenter probing for Dris’ wet tip for a moment, before crown is dropped to rest upon Dris’ mitts.
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