Healing More than Bones [Kat]

[Quill]

Though the hatching didn't have the best of endings, there was still a feast to be had. But A'ryllis wasn't allowed there... not yet. Rushing hands escorted her to the caverns and then the infirmary, but the now winglet did not go peacefully. No, she fought as much as she could, which wasn't a lot. Her heels dug into the ground until they burned. She twisted her body whichever way she could. Scoffing at their demands, she tried to buy her some time. Now the reason for her struggling was an easy one. Molotoph. Molo was a lot of things, but fast was not of them. She wasn't slow, especially not in the mind. The green just took her time, not letting the situation break her out of her ordinary schedule.

After many minutes of them trying to restrain her, the healers had the common sense to ask her why she fought them so much. Of course, in a matter-of-fact way, she told them that Molotoph was not near her. Oh, they said as they glanced back, looking at the simourv following them. A'ryllis then relaxed, stood on her own bare feet. "I know it hasn't been very long, but I don't think having Molotoph far away from me is a very good idea."

And no it wasn't. Where are we going, Mine? To more food? To get you some help? We need to do both. And I don't quite see how holding your wrist is going to help your problem. I bet things would be more enjoyable if you let go of Mine like that. The green broadcasted to all, but her last statement was directed more toward the men escorting her. With the cross look the simourv was giving them, they obeyed and A'ryllis followed, glancing back at Molotoph with a grand smile. And they all slowed down, where the green could follow at her own leisure.

Placing her on a high bench, the two men looked at her arms and then they moved their hand to touch it. In a flash, A'ryllis grabbed one of their hands and smacked it away. "Ma'am," they said. "We need to look at it." "Not you two," she retorted. "You'll make it worse." Molotoph, sitting next to her despite the bench started to creak under both of their weight, gave them a stern look. Molo was not a violent creature, leave that to reds and apparently blues. A'ryllis glared at the two as her vision focused on the sky. Only Ri'ley could heal her. Only Ri'ley would be allowed to heal her. Even if she had to miss the entire feast, she would wait.

[Kat]

Ri’ley had to wait until the hatching was over before he dared sneak away. Dionyph kept the man pinned between the simourv’s huge wings and his chest, so that Ri’ley could not move and perform any more acts of inappropriate acts of treasons. Dionyph was determined to ensure that he remained with Ri’ley both because he wanted to control the man and because, even though Dionyph could barely explain it, his state of emotional arousal made him want to be next to Ri’ley, be with Ri’ley, even though Ri’ley was the one that caused this specific pain. But once the hatching ended, Ri’ley whispered his desire into Dionyph’s neck, and the simourv responded with a great sigh and a nod to his rider. Even though a black had bonded, and Dionyph vowed he would force his rider to interact with the newly dubbed Sil’us, dislike or not, the unbonded blue remained a blight on the mood of the Eyrie. Dionyph felt the disappointment of the room which matched his own sadness. For a while on the sands, Dionyph remembered, he had thought he was not going to bond, and so the black almost comprehended the blue’s grief—almost, but not quite, because Dionyph found a rider, and the resulting sense of completion defined his entire existence. Without his rider, Dionyph knew, even the service to his queen would not suffice. He would simply whither away and die, and he would die lost and lonely. Ri’ley was Dionyph’s support, his existence—his soul, almost, and the little blue must have felt so sad, so devastated, in a way Dionyph could not imagine. But Ri’ley’s needs could be tended to, and in his own way, Dionyph felt as if Ri’ley aiding his sister, and then possibly others, would allow Dionyph to feel as if he could help someone even if he could not help the little blue. Dionyph could live through Ri’ley absolution, even though Dionyph refused to talk to Ri’ley directly after the man abandoned him and shamed him so.

The pair moved together to the infirmary, with Ri’ley keeping his arm lifted above his head so that it rested in the middle of Dionyph’s flank. Ri’ley had to push a little to keep Dionyph from leaning into him and knocking him over or preventing the rider’s movement, which was Dionyph’s usual trend. Still, they moved slowly, aggravatingly so for Ri’ley, who fretted about his sister’s state of care. The man was mostly involved with Dionyph, constantly connected even though the black refused to directly interact with his human, Ri’ley knew that Dionyph longed for and needed the emotional support of his rider. But the pressing threat of A’ryllis’s injury made Ri’ley anxious and frantic, and the time it took to fight through the crowd was aggravating to say the least. The man stormed through the crowd, but the bulk of him and the black simourv made the attempt rather difficult, even though people tried to part to let them pass. Then, they were at the door of the infirmary, and they had to part. Ri’ley expected Dionyph to wait for him outside the door or to abandon him entirely to pursue the new black hatchling or to support the riderless blue hatching, but instead, without a word, Dionyph pushed through the people around him to the half of the infirmary dedicated to healing simourv, where he pushed his body into and watched Ri’ley work from across the expanse. Ri’ley nodded towards Dionyph, who stared at Ri’ley with large, sad white eyes before intentionally looking away in shame. Ri’ley understood the rejection, and he sighed as he turned to search the room for A’ryllis.

Immediately, the black rider noticed that his favorite of the healers was not in the room. He hoped that she had been the one tending to A’ryllis, and the fact that the other healer was not displeased the blackrider who then began to search for the familiar face of his sister. The sight of the two healers flanking A’ryllis made Ri’ley quite upset. The large man pushed through the other healers, before he reached the two around his sister. He stood behind them, and he growled, a small, throaty cough. Both men turned, and Ri’ley shook his head, his face setting into a cold, angry line. Even though he wanted to express the rage that built inside of him, rage fed by his worry for his sister, his tense situation with Dionyph, and the generally excitement at the hatching, Ri’ley knew that he could not treat these men badly. He had to keep himself in check. He could not explode his energy onto them. He took a deep breath, his whole face tensing and his chest expanding, and he nodded his head to keep himself from shouting.
”I will tend to her. Go help one of the others. You are not needed.”
Even though he worked to keep his tone in check, Ri’ley’s words were terse. They were blunt and snappy, even, cruel and biting, but they were not loud or raised.

Before he even waited for the men to leave, Ri’ley sat down next to his sister, so that he straddled the bench and faced her. He then paused, before he said anything to A’ryllis, and turned towards her simourv chick, the little green who he had only briefly met on the sands. He did not have time to appraise the chick, although she was pretty, with the intricate markings around her eyes, and Ri’ley was proud of his sister, more than he would ever be able to impress to her. But the interaction Ri’ley had with Eoreph on the sands, with Dionyph, about L’nan echoed into his mind at that moment, so aptly so that he wondered if Dionyph recalled the memory for him.
”Little one,”
Ri’ley started, and his voice instantly softened until it was almost a gentle croon.
“I am going to have to hurt your rider in order to make her better. I promise I do everything for her best interest. She is my sister, and I would never harm her without good cuase.”
Ri’ley explained carefully, before he turned back to A’ryllis. He carefully picked up her arm, even though he did not ask permission directly from her, and he felt it gently, in order to assess the damage once again. He sighed, but his attention never wavered from her arm. His free hand raised in the air, before he turned his attention to the two men hovering behind him.
”I’ll need some plaster and some sort of splint.”
Ri’ley order, and he turned back to his sister before he heard a response. He felt the men move, though, as the room around him opened. He turned towards A’ryllis, his gaze finally meeting hers.
”It’s broken, and I’m going to have to set it.”
Ri’ley announced, and his voice sounded almost defeated—as if he did not want to fix it, which was a true sentiment. While usually, Ri’ley took a certain sort of joy from setting bones, it was a physical and painful process, and he was not looking forwards to harming A’ryllis in any capacity. He tightened his lips, but he held his gaze.

[Quill]

A glare dared the two to advance, but A'ryllis knew she could only keep it up for a little while. Their healing instinct or training would force them to go into more drastic measures. Molotoph would defend her, that fact was evident, but that would lead to more injuries, more bones to be mended. Besides, she doubted he was coming. After all, she had said multiple times to "go away." Perhaps he was listening for a change. Lousy timing.

A'ryllis's head lowered and then she looked down, allowing them to touch her, but when she heard heavy footsteps, her attention was directed toward the door. As soon as she saw him, Ri'ley was giving orders. His stern voice scared her, but she swallowed the lump in her throat when the men reacted, a bit shaken. She wanted to say something, anything. Perhaps a thank you. A'ryllis couldn't manage. Instead, she smiled, still uncomfortable.

Molotoph looked at the strange man. She remembered him, the one that stood in her way. The green laid her head across her lap, ears flicked at her good elbow. Listening, she did not know what to think. Searching A'ryllis's feeling made things more confusing. She yelled at him on the sands, but now there was this wave of relief at his appearance. Eyes, beautified by her eye markings, watched the man. "First off, I'm not 'little one.' My name is Molotoph. And don't think just because you are family, you have the best intentions. One of my brothers injured Mine, injured me. But Mine trusts you and so will I." After all, he had something Hers had and he belonged to another, so someone trusted him as well.

A'ryllis patted Molotoph's side, thinking of the green and blue fighting. By the twitching of her dark tail, Molo was reading her mind. Two screams, tall man. One more than that and you'll regret it. Her head rested on A'ryllis lap. When Ri'ley started feeling her arm, she felt the pain intensify but her lips pursed to stop from crying out. "Listen Ri'ley. Um, I'm sorry... for the screaming and yelling and stuff." A'ryllis was talking just to distract herself, but she meant the words. "I was..." she stopped when he met her gaze and told her the damage. "What does that mean?" she asked. The worst injury she had was a sprained muscle, mostly ankles. Those weren't painful, but she did not want to experience more than that if she had to. "Nevermind," she added quickly. "Just do it." Not wanting to look, she hid her face in her brother's shoulder, hoping to hide from the injury.

[Kat]

One of the healers provided Ri’ley with the splint and plaster he asked for, with the pieces of plaster drenched fabric already wet, and Ri’ley placed the materials on bench in front of him. He looked down at the plaster, before he sighed at his sister. He was still dreading this process, but as he continued to run his fingers gently down the shaft of his sister’s arm, he decided that he would not have to reposition it too badly. It would need to be set, but it would not need to be drastically altered. His sister was lucky. She broke her arm, but the fall had not ratcheted it too far out of position, and for that, he was glad. Even though he was not in the best mood, and even though his day had been pretty awful, Ri’ley smiled as Molotoph spoke. She was rather stubborn, but she was also quite adorable. Ri’ley did love the hatchlings and the babies. And this hatchling was Amaryllis’s.
To me, Molotoph, you are quite small, but I am sorry if I insulted you.
Molotoph’s response also triggered a reaction in Dionyph who was pretending not to listen to the discussion. He wanted no part in this, and yet, Dionyph could not stop watching his bonded partner.
Green Molotoph, my Ri’ley means not disrespect, but you are much smaller than me. And I can also promise you that mine will do whatever he needs to do to help yours, and that he only has her best interests in mind.
Dionyph explained calmly from the other side of the room. Even though he was across the room, the black simourv dropped his head so that he was at the same eye level as the standing green hatching. It was a gesture to show that he meant her no harm and that he attempted to engage her, but it also signaled to Molotoph which body belonged to the voice which spoke to her.

As Dionyph spoke to Molotoph, Ri’ley prepared himself to fix A’ryllis’s arm. He listened to his sister, and he was glad that she apologized, but he was far too focused on his task to reply to the words. Instead, he carefully placed his hands on either side of A’ryllis’s elbow, and then he pulled the two sides until the bones which held her arm snapped back into place. Ri’ley’s worked swiftly, quickly, as this was a specific modification he preformed often, and he hoped that at least his speed would prevent some of the pain. He knew, though, that the movement would hurt quite a bit. He had set a lot of bones in his lifetime, and because of his father’s business, Ri’ley spent his childhood watching bones be set. He understood the pain even if he had never experienced it himself. Ri’ley did not say anything, even still, at first, and instead he watched A’ryllis for a little bit, before he finally sighed, an empty, draining sigh.
”It’s fine, Amaryllis; don’t worry about it. I’m sorry I violated your space.”
Ri’ley replied, with another sigh, as he began to sturdy the arm. He first took the splint wood and placed it around A’ryllis’s arm, before he bandaged it in place, and began to wrap the wet plaster around it. Her name was probably not Amaryllis any longer. He wondered what it was now, and if she would correct him. She did not still call her Ripley, so he would not refer to her as Amaryllis. He wondered if Ama would correct him or if Molotoph would. It did not really matter.

Ri’ley finished setting the plaster on A’ryllis’s forearm, and he draped A’ryllis’s arm across his lap so he could survey his work. He turned to her, sympathy shining behind his otherwise stiff face.
”You injured right below your elbow, so I’ll have to wrap past that point, I’m afraid.”
The less arm the cast had to cover, the lest restrictive the injury would be. But Ri’ley could not magically shift the injury downwards. He started with A’ryllis’s upper arm, carefully wrapping her elbow into a locked position before he coated it with plaster. Once he was finished, Ri’ley lay the arm back in his lap, so that it could set to dry. He turned back towards A’ryllis.
”It’ll need ten minutes to become rigid, but it will not be fully dry for around three days, so don’t hit it against something until it’s fully dry. And don’t get it wet; unfortunately, the plaster may dissolve, and then you’ll end up back here.”
Ri’ley listed off the instructions, and they were familiar instructions, but this was the first time Ri’ley had given them to his sister. He watched her, with her now heavy arm resting on his leg, and then he turned his gaze to her simourv. The green was pretty, and he found her attitude amusing—refreshing. It was interesting, too, to see the simourv who picked his sister. Ri’ley scanned the creature over looking for clues to her internality, the mind that was now merged with his sister, as if he could read Molotoph’s personality off of her green feathers.

[Quill]

She wanted it to be over the minute she spoke the words, but without any materials, what would be the point in causing her to go through pain when he might have to do it again. She was simply thankful Molo was present even though she was threatening the man who was healing her. Of course, who could blame her? From the simourv's point-of-view, this man kept getting in her way, not a direct threat, but threatening enough. Flicking her large ears and staying fixed on the man as he spoke, staying calm. "Well, Ri'ley. I'll just have to give you the benefit of the doubt since you know my name now." When Dio's voice rung in the simourv's mind, a visible chill traversed through the simourv, apparent by the shivering stubs that would once grow into wings. It was like a great voice from beyond, but the feeling of it was familiar, deathly. When the head appeared, Molo understood. She sensed Ri'ley belonged to another and this was it. The green could not help but to be mesmerized by the larger simourv. "Very well...big one. A perfect match for your tall one. "

A'ryllis chuckled at Molotoph's curiosity. It reminded her too much of her encounter with Dio when she entered the Eyrie, albeit Dio was smaller. The interaction was a good distraction when the bones were set. Unable to hold it in, she screamed, a shriek that would have embarrassed her if she wasn't in such pain. Molotoph heard the screech and turned around, her body in a defensive stance before calming down and glancing at the large black simourv. Gritting her teeth together, she noticed Ri'ley moving, working. It turns out that those years he spent away from her were worth this moment. Breathing hard, she felt the pain with each little bit of pressure. It could have been, perhaps, much more if it was one of the healers, perhaps they would have gone slow, perhaps they would have been rough, the result of her struggling. But this was the easiest way. Her head dug in his shoulder, jerking whenever there was a big movement. Still leaning on his shoulder, she chuckled and did not say anything. Molotoph caught the old word, but she ignored it, thinking Ri'ley was talking to another. It took a while for A'ryllis to have all the switches click. "That's right. My name isn't Amaryllis anymore. Been through too many name changes, I think, but A'ryllis... I think I'll keep that one. My head feels funny. Is that normal?"

Shock from the bonding? Shock from pain? Then she looked at her brother. A'ryllis listened to the instructions, not quite catching every word, but she understood enough. Main thing was that she was a bit disabled and couldn't take a bath right too."What's wrong with Dio? Is he fine? Are you fine?" The two of them were always so close, but there was some distance. Physical of course, but she was just guessing, making conversation because apparently, the cast had to dry. No point sitting in silence.

[Kat]

Even though he was not in a good mood, the green hatchling made Dionyph chuckle. He loved looking at the children, and this one seemed to be so curious. He thought that she was adorable, A’ryllis’s Molotoph. She was so confused by his voice, which he understood, and then she seemed to be rather impressed by him, which of course made Dionyph feel quite good about himself. He puffed his chest and lowered his head some more, so that he could talk to her on a more even level. Dionyph, of course, was far too big to even get near Molotoph’s eye level. He bent down as much as he could to try.
We are usually quite well matched, Ri’ley and I, but today we are at odds. I am much larger than him. All the humans think he is so big, but to me, he is normal and little.
Dionyph explained. Ri’ley was, after all, a blackrider. He should be larger than the people around him, because they were not blackriders. Why, Dionyph was bigger than all of his siblings besides Laraph, of course, because he was a black. And while humans seemed not to work under the rules as strictly as simourvs, Dionyph swore that the black and red riders did appear bigger than the other people. The new black rider was tall, after all, even if he was not as large as Ri’ley. So it made perfect sense that Ri’ley was large, and therefore, Ri’ley was not abnormally tall at all.

Ri’ley had no inkling of Dionyph’s thoughts, because the blackrider would have immediately given the poor black simourv a slew of information which countered his claim. However Ri’ley focused on his sister, who he could tell was in pain. He wished that he could help her deal with the pain, but he had to pay attention to his task. In the end, Ri’ley was helping her the best by not trying to comfort her. Donovan, Ri’ley’s master, had always been able to chat with his patients through the pain. Ri’ley did not have his master’s way with people. The large man was brilliant with the medical aspects of his study, but he was less skilled with dealing with people, even his sister. Her scream made his chest ache, though, and he tried to support her head with his shoulder as much as he could manage. Once he finished plastering her arm, Ri’ley did drape his arm over her shoulders, so that he could stroke her hair with his fingers.
”I’m sorry.”
Was all Ri’ley could say, because there was not much else to say. He felt really bad that he was the one that had to hurt her. A process that never bothered him before now felt like torture, when he applied it to one of the few people he loved deeply. God help Ri’ley if Dionyph was ever injured.
”A’ryllis—it’s quite pretty. I guess you cannot be Ama, now, either.”
Ri’ley replied to his sister. He continued to run his large fingers through her hair, even though they were coated in plaster.

A’ryllis’s next comment made Ri’ley panic. He had to fight his reaction to assume the worst and to worry about it. The anxiety welled up inside of him, but he bit his lip and nodded his head. He realized that it was probably not the best to panic or to fret, and that A’ryllis was probably light headed because of the pain or the shock of the injury.
”You feel light headed? When was the last time you ate? If you feel like you are going to faint, please tell me.”
Ri’ley spoke sternly, seriously, as if he was not addressing his sister, but a patient. What if she had hit her head when she fell? That could be much more serious than just a broken limb. He moved his face closer to her face, so that he could look at the size of her pupils. They looked normal, Ri’ley noted, so then he moved his face back only a little bit so that he was gazing intently in her eyes.
”Did you hit your head? Does your head hurt?”
Ri’ley questioned as he looked for other signs of damage. He had triaged her on the sands, but that was apparently not enough. He ignored her question about Dionyph, because Ri’ley focused on his frantic worry about A’ryllis’s health, and because he was not sure how Dionyph was, and how to explain the conflict between them.

[Quill]

The green did not notice that her older brother was in a rotten mood. If she did, she wouldn't have cared. Her only concern was what such big claws and a long tail he had. She circled, inspecting the dark gray feathers against the blackness. Little and normal? At the same time? the green said as she focused on the large wings, jumping at them playfully. When she discovered that she was indeed too short to even dream of grabbing the wings, she huffed a disssatisifed grunt and returned the bench. Then she looked at Ri'ley's hand, curious what it could ever mean.
"For what? That I fell? That I'm pain. None of it's your fault. Guess it's all Foph and mine."

Foph? That's the one. Don't worry, Mine. When I see him, I'll give him an earful. I'll make sure that one knows not to mess with Mine, and he'll be much bluer when I'm through with him, the green proclaimed as she yawned and laid her head on the bench. A'ryllis laughed at the green, feeling the tired emotion. It was quite late, and they both were feeling tired. She flinched at the touch, but it was the sort of flinch that reacted to something she had missed and then forgotten. "Why yes it is. Though I think I'm still Ama. Never could get rid of that I think."

Then she flinched again when she felt her brother's panic. She regretted saying anything now, but it was her duty to calm her brother. "No, just a bit. Yeah, I guess I'm tired. I missed dinner and the feast is probably going on right now. And I don't think I'm going to faint. It's probably just that I'm not used to this kind of pain. I mean the only thing that happened to me was sprained ankles and then the..."

The new winglet stopped. She had to. Nothing physical stopped her. Just something she didn't want to talk about. Smiling, she looked at her arm. "How much longer until it dries?" A'ryllis wanted to ask about Dionyph again, but he dismissed it so skillfully. Perhaps she needed to have a little more tact with this one.

[Kat]

Around his little green sister, Dionyph began to cheer up. As soon as he interacted again with Ri’ley, he might slip back into his unfortunate mood, but with the green, he vowed to allow himself to be happy. She was so adorable, a little slip of a creature, a pixie, he thought, and he wanted to please her. As the little green gave up jumping at his wings, Dionyph lowered his entire body to the ground in an attempt to give Molotoph more access to his body. Even crouched as low as he could manage, Dionyph towered over the baby girl.
Well, he is little to me, and that is what all humans look like to me, so it is normal.
Dionyph explained with a small lift of his shoulders that looked very much like a human shrug. Even though they shared completely different anatomy, Dionyph had started picking up and using some of Ri’ley’s mannerisms. Whether or not the black rider himself picked up mannerisms from the simourv was undetectable, as they moved together as one unit, and the expressions they shared had no real genesis. But Dionyph moved, to some extent, like an awkward human, which were all movements lifted from his rider’s actions. The black simourv’s eyes glowed as he played with the green. She clearly quite amused him.

At A’ryllis’s question, Ri’ley shrugged, even though he knew exactly why he apologized. He was so sorry that he had hurt her, even though he had to do it. Ri’ley did not want to explain that to her, because he was doing what he needed to do, so it felt folly to apologize. An apology almost, in a way, showed that he felt he had done something wrong, which was far from the case. He just felt guilty for causing pain at all. A’ryllis, too, spoke of guilt which she should not have. Ri’ley could not see the situation in a way which cast any guilt on A’ryllis. She had been knocked over by a temperamental blue. The blue, really, was at fault, but not the girl. She had done nothing wrong by any means.
”You are hardly at fault.”
Ri’ley replied, and then he shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze to peer into A’ryllis’s large, blue eyes.
”I suppose that means we must blame this whole ordeal on Foph.”
Ri’ley announced, and he tried to turn his lips into a reassuring smile. His attempt was hardly impressive or comforting, as all he could manage was a small upturning of the corners of his lips.

As Molotoph addressed A’ryllis, Ri’ley, of course, could not hear her, but from the look on his sister’s face, the way she flinched at the green’s movement, and the silence which fell over the conversation, Ri’ley assumed that the green pair communicated. He reached out, in that moment, to Dionyph. Ri’ley did not say anything to the black, but he did feel around for Dionyph’s presence. Dionyph’s first reaction to Ri’ley was to shut him out, and as the black rider realized that for one of the first times, Dionyph completely rejected him, his position on the bench fell, until he was slouched. But Dionyph found the quiet created by his blocking of Ri’ley’s mind difficult and repressive, so without any verbal communication, the black simourv opened himself to his rider, who perked with the sudden acquisition of Dionyph’s mind. Dionyph had begun to calm down, and even though he was still upset, he felt rational to Ri’ley who relished the familiarity of his simourv’s mind.
I love you.
Ri’ley transmitted, and even though Dionyph refused to answer, Ri’ley felt the simourv’s emotional state become touch less distressed because of the comment. A’ryllis’s comment to Ri’ley snapped the man out of his connection, and he turned to her and sighed.
”I hope so; old habits die hard, I’m afraid.”
Ri’ley replied with a large smile crossing his face. In his tired, emotionally destroyed state, Ri’ley did have some cheer left. But as he listened to A’ryllis explain her state to him, his reaction shifted to a much more flustered one.

While at first, her words tempered his worry, quelling his immediate anxiety that she damaged her brain, they also provided him another fact about which to filter his anxiety. Ri’ley’s eyes narrowed, and he kept his gaze focused on A’ryllis. It was an intense gaze that wished to divine the truth from her through the power of sight alone.
“Then the what, Ama?”
Ri’ley snapped, his voice inquisitive but cold. He suddenly lost his cheeriness, as his anxiety shut him down into his rather tight, stern countenance. He ignored her next question, and he kept his gaze focused on her eyes, his face interested, horrified, and underneath both emotions and his tense stoic expression, worried.

[Quill]

"I guess that's the only choice we have," she said before looking at Molotoph. "She quite thinks so as well. I just hope someone doesn't go looking for a fight." Molo glared at A'ryllis for a few seconds. Hah, the very thought that she would cause a fight. With her words maybe, but with a swipe of her claws, ha. Leave that to Foph. Perhaps he would get a sea of trouble as well. Then the green leapt from her seat and went back to quietly inspect the black's wings again. Well, I guess that makes sense, especially when you are so big. I see them as the same size as me, but that's probably because I'm so small.

"Yep, they quite do, though I'm rather impressed that I adjusted to your name quickly. It would have taken other candidates much longer to adjust to the sudden change in their brother's name," she said, looking quite smug. It was a bit of a dramatic act, but there was some truth in her tone. Of course, that smugness brought surface something she did not want to touch on. Growling to herself, she cursed Ri'ley for pursing the manner, but that was his nature. "It's nothing. Quite nothing. All in the past. I'm here and that was there." Glancing at his face, she flinched. Though it was quite stiff with his usual expression, A'ryllis saw many emotions she rather never set her eyes on again. Her distress caused Molotoph to stop prodding the black's dark talons. Hers was in extreme emotional pain. Something was wrong. She leapt on the table and stood next to A'ryllis. What's wrong, Mine? Something has made you upset. What is it? the green inched closer, desperate to figure her rider out. Then she glanced at Ri'ley before worrying about A'ryllis again.