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Aylwen Dreamsong · 09-03-2003, 03:32 PM

Jaheira angrily stormed away from Vlad and the elf, her hand plastered to her still tingling cheek. Jaheira had wanted to say something to Vlad in protest, anything to cover up her embarrassment, but Vlad's furious gaze had convinced her otherwise as she went off to pack her things.At least we're moving on, finally, she thought defiantly. It didn't take long, all she had that was personally hers was her pack with her lockpick tools, sleep pack, and clothing.

When she was done getting her things together, Jaheira wordlessly helped Khalad get together Fidrohir's things and anything not already prepared for departure. Snyd was off with Fidrohir, and Jaheira could hear Fidrohir's wails as Snyd poked his wound. Jaheira rolled her eyes and tossed a pack to the ground indignantly and turned to Khalad.

"Khalad! Cover up the fire pit. I need to go deal with Fidrohir," she ordered quietly, her voice devoid of her former zeal and stubbornness. Khalad didn't say anything, and Jaheira didn't wait for him to as she stalked off to where she had heard Fidrohir yelping childishly. What is Snyd doing to him now? Jaheira wondered exasperatedly as she came upon a crouched Snyd and a sprawled-out Fidrohir.

"Move, you bawdy boar-pig," Jaheira ordered, shoving Snyd away and kneeling in front of Fidrohir, who was squirming and quivering as he shrank away from Jaheira and Snyd. Jaheira gently smacked Fidrohir several times, trying to get him to snap out of it. Why is he still here? Jaheira asked herself, aggravated to the point of exhaustion.

She examined the wound, making sure it was healing properly and confirming that Fidrohir was not dying. Snyd watched dumbly over her shoulder, snickering every now and then if Fidrohir chanced to flinch or tremble. "I'm glad you're so amused, Snyd," Jaheira murmured sarcastically, poking Fidrohir's wound one last time for fun before standing up next to Snyd and above Fidrohir.

"Get up, Fid," Jaheira ordered gently, but Fidrohir shook his head. The way he moved made it seemed like it was killing him to just shake his head no, but Jaheira would not fall for it. She held out her hand to Fidrohir. "Get up now, Fid. I know you can. Your wound is nothing more than a scratch. Get up...now."

Fidrohir reluctantly obeyed, taking Jaheira's hand and pulling himself up, grimacing as he did so. Snyd punched him on the shoulder, and Fidrohir glared angrily at the other man. Jaheira scowled at both of them as she returned to the former site of the bandit's camp. Jaheira morosely picked up her bag and shouldered it, anxious to be on their way out.

Where to next? Jaheira wondered, scowl deepening.

[ September 05, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

09-03-2003, 03:32 PM	#184
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	Jaheira angrily stormed away from Vlad and the elf, her hand plastered to her still tingling cheek. Jaheira had wanted to say something to Vlad in protest, anything to cover up her embarrassment, but Vlad's furious gaze had convinced her otherwise as she went off to pack her things.At least we're moving on, finally, she thought defiantly. It didn't take long, all she had that was personally hers was her pack with her lockpick tools, sleep pack, and clothing. When she was done getting her things together, Jaheira wordlessly helped Khalad get together Fidrohir's things and anything not already prepared for departure. Snyd was off with Fidrohir, and Jaheira could hear Fidrohir's wails as Snyd poked his wound. Jaheira rolled her eyes and tossed a pack to the ground indignantly and turned to Khalad. "Khalad! Cover up the fire pit. I need to go deal with Fidrohir," she ordered quietly, her voice devoid of her former zeal and stubbornness. Khalad didn't say anything, and Jaheira didn't wait for him to as she stalked off to where she had heard Fidrohir yelping childishly. What is Snyd doing to him now? Jaheira wondered exasperatedly as she came upon a crouched Snyd and a sprawled-out Fidrohir. "Move, you bawdy boar-pig," Jaheira ordered, shoving Snyd away and kneeling in front of Fidrohir, who was squirming and quivering as he shrank away from Jaheira and Snyd. Jaheira gently smacked Fidrohir several times, trying to get him to snap out of it. Why is he still here? Jaheira asked herself, aggravated to the point of exhaustion. She examined the wound, making sure it was healing properly and confirming that Fidrohir was not dying. Snyd watched dumbly over her shoulder, snickering every now and then if Fidrohir chanced to flinch or tremble. "I'm glad you're so amused, Snyd," Jaheira murmured sarcastically, poking Fidrohir's wound one last time for fun before standing up next to Snyd and above Fidrohir. "Get up, Fid," Jaheira ordered gently, but Fidrohir shook his head. The way he moved made it seemed like it was killing him to just shake his head no, but Jaheira would not fall for it. She held out her hand to Fidrohir. "Get up now, Fid. I know you can. Your wound is nothing more than a scratch. Get up...now." Fidrohir reluctantly obeyed, taking Jaheira's hand and pulling himself up, grimacing as he did so. Snyd punched him on the shoulder, and Fidrohir glared angrily at the other man. Jaheira scowled at both of them as she returned to the former site of the bandit's camp. Jaheira morosely picked up her bag and shouldered it, anxious to be on their way out. Where to next? Jaheira wondered, scowl deepening. [ September 05, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ] __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.