It hurts, Briamath said to D'kor in a whining voice. It hurts very, very badly. Why did we have to bump into that silly green?
"I'm sure that the green's rider didn't mean to, either. And you can't expect either of us to of jumped between. After all, I plan on staying alive through Weyrling classes," D'kor said to his blue, patting him slightly on his flank. "And don't worry, the numbweed will take care of it..."
The blue sighed as his rider began to slather numbweed on the sore, and D'kor was thankful that he'd taken his blue's comments seriously- the poor thing was hurt, and the green's claws had snaggled slightly on his left wing. However, it was neither his nor the greenrider's fault.
It feels much better. Thank you.
"Of course, Briamath," D'kor said, smiling at his blue and patting him on the neck gently.
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Dawn Sisters Weyr
