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I mispelled ambiguous. I think it's silly. So I haven't changed it. Nyah.
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Post by ambigious on Sept 25, 2011 19:37:09 GMT -5
[ooc: no worries hah =) this is kind of a fail too, so -shrug-]
Ophelia's face was contorted into a grimace as she moved gingerly across the ice, one hand still pressed firmly against the rock. Despite the pain that flared in her ankle and pulsed its way up her thigh, she struggled forward quickly to assist Eavan, then slowed when she heard the successful exclamation. Although she was relieved the puppy had been found, mild irritation rose within her that Eaven, the beautiful girl that everyone clearly favored, had managed to grab the puppy instead of her. The wound to her pride hurt only slightly, however, and she quickly shrugged that off to add to her dislike of the other girl.
When she heard Eavan's concern, Ophelia instinctively lifted her hand and waved the other girl's words away. "Don't worry about it," she responded, still grimacing. Pern would freeze over before she'd ever admit to Eavan, of all people, what had happened behind the rocks. If it weren't for that patch of sharding black ice, she would have been the one to catch the puppy. "Is the puppy okay? That's what matters," she added gruffly as she attempted to straighten her posture and move forward unaided. Unfortunately for her, her recently twisted ankle couldn't support the weigh, and she sank awkwardly to the ground, her hand scraping against the rock.
"Shard it!" Ophelia muttered aloud, quickly trying to scramble back to her feet. I am not weak. Now, move, she threatened herself mentally as she attempted to rise.
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Post by Snow on Sept 25, 2011 20:03:49 GMT -5
(We'll just call this a cameo appearance by Ol'ver)
Eavan, despite her more deeply personally feelings for Ophelia, didn’t want to see her hurt. ”The puppy’s alright. I have him. We can finally go back to what we’re supposed to be doing, but at least the little boy will be happy for it.” She said as she began walking back towards the Dining Hall and kitchen area. Then she heard Ophelia’s exclamation of pain and turned back around to see her on the ground.
”Don’t move, Ophelia. If it’s hurt you don’t want it to be hurt worse by using it. I’ll go get a healer.” Eavan said as she took off at a run with the puppy still in her arms. She didn’t know, nor did she really care, how Ophelia had gotten herself hurt but she knew the logical thing was to get a healer to help her. The last thing she needed on her mind was the fact that if Ophelia really had hurt herself then she might not be able to stand and Eavan didn’t want that on her mind.
It didn’t take her long to get to the Dining Hall. The boy saw her come in with the puppy and with a bunch of excited noises ran up to her and grabbed the puppy. That should have been a more triumphant moment for both Eavan and Ophelia, but right now the fact that Ophelia was hurt was more important. Eavan scanned the dining hall to see if there were any healers about. To her luck, she spotted Ol’ver. He was technically a wingleader, but before that he had been one of the weyrhealers. ”Wingleader Ol’ver. I need your help. One of the candidates has hurt herself.” She said approaching the man.
Ol’ver looked up from his diner with concern. ”Where?” He asked as he stood up, ready to follow Eavan.
”She’s out by the lake. Thank you so much for coming.” Eavan said happy that he was coming. Not that she didn’t doubt that he would, he had always been one of the nicest of healers. She knew because he had treated her for common illnesses before. Quickly she led him back to where Ophelia was, nervous that the girl might have tried to do something stupid.
Ol’ver saw Ophelia and quickly assessed the situation. It appeared to him that something was wrong with either a leg or foot. ”M’lady.” He said greeting Ophelia as he knelt down in front of her. ”Your friend said you hurt yourself. Mind telling me what’s hurting?” He asked in a friendly voice with a smile. Eavan hovered a bit in the background, but kept her mouth shut over the ‘friend’ comment.
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Post by ambigious on Sept 25, 2011 20:25:26 GMT -5
Despite Ophelia's verbal arguments, it seemed Eavan had taken it upon herself to find a healer for her. Why in Faranth's name she would want to do that, considering their rocky acquaintance, was lost on Ophelia, but that didn't keep the situation from being any less real. With a very exaggerated sense of agitation, Ophelia stared at Eavan's retreating form as she disappeared across the Weyrbowl. The retort died on her tongue as she slipped out of earshot, and instead the young woman merely sighed deeply, wincing as even that slight movement reminded her of her injured foot. Luckily, the ground was still cold enough that it provided some measure of comfort.
Eavan was right about one thing: moving would only make the wound worse. But there was something that was much more important to Ophelia than a merely twisted ankle, and that was her pride. She would not be man handled by some healer when she knew it would only take her ankle a few weeks to heal. Thus, after pausing for a moment to catch her breath, Ophelia attempted to rise and, when her ankle twinged, slid awkwardly across the ground. Due to how utterly useless this movement was, she was only a few feet away when she saw Ol'ver and Eavan baring down on her.
Immediately, something within Ophelia was roused by the situation, and she felt her muscles tense, a sneer instantly crossing her face. It wasn't helpful to see that the healer was a male and was approaching her in such a vulnerable state. "Don't touch me, and I'm not your lady," she warned, eyes narrowed as she gazed up at Ol'ver's friendly face. "I'm fine. I tried to tell her not to get help, but she left before I got the chance." As if to prove her point, the stubborn candidate once more attempted to rise to her feet, her fingers pressing firmly against the rock for support.
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Post by Snow on Sept 25, 2011 20:56:31 GMT -5
Eavan sighed and rolled her eyes. ”Stop being stubborn, Ophelia, he’s here to help you. To that matter, he is a wingleader so try to be a little bit more respectful. I know it’s hard for you though.” She snapped back at the girl, not believing that she was still acting like despite the fact the man was there to help her.
Ol’ver was a bit thrown back by the bitterness and anger in the young girl’s voice. He recovered quickly, though, and even managed to give Ophelia one of his crooked grins. He held his hands up in the basic gesture of not being a threat. He turned towards Eavan then. ”She’s alright. It’s her foot and she doesn’t want me to touch it that’s perfectly fine. Please, I’m just Ol’ver. My status in the weyr isn’t relevant now.” He would have had to been a horrible dimglow to not realize that the girls didn’t much care for each other.
Eavan was placated a bit by Ol’ver’s words. If he didn’t care then she shouldn’t…but she did. However, she didn’t say anything and just stood back. She decided it was probably best if Ol’ver dealt with Ophelia, since the girl obviously didn’t want her help.
He watched with a healer’s scrutiny as Ophelia tried to get up. Decidedly he determined that it was her foot, probably the ankle that was bothering her. The bronzerider crossed his arms and placed one hand on his chin thoughtfully. He didn’t touch her or move closer to help her stand. ”Looks to me like it’s your ankle. You’re right to a point. I don’t think it’s broken, probably just a bad sprain. I wouldn’t suggest putting weight on it right now though. You need to elevate it and soak it later. Would you like for me to get you a crutch so you can make your way back to the barracks a little easier?” Normally he would have just offered to carry the girl, but his gut instinct told him that wouldn’t go over very well.
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