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Date Posted: 12:50:48 04/21/05 Thu
Author: Sahira
Subject: Pain...Hurt...
In reply to: Marja 's message, "[Isabel, Sahira, in!]" on 22:27:14 04/20/05 Wed

Charlemagne chattered angrily at the green that had injured his Sahira, flying around her head and darting at her unprotected eyes.

Sahira was bleeding above her eye, all down her arm, with a nasty gash on her waist. Small as green dragonets were, they could still inflict a pretty bad wound.

She croaked, "I think I can, but- Charlemagne, no!" she ended as her eyes focused on the small bronze.

Charlemange looked at her with apology, clearly upset that the green had had the audacity to cut Sahira. He landed on her unwounded shoulder chirping anxiously.

"It's okay, I forgive you, it's just that- tuey!" she spat out a mouthful of sand. "- you shouldn't do that. It'll hurt, but I think I can manage," she redirected to Marja.

Blood soaked the side of her shift, and Sahira felt dizzy. Blood-loss, she supposed, though she was no Healer. Her forehead throbbed, as did her waist and arm. Her arm looked laid open to the bone, and Isabel looked even worse. She had gotten kicked.

What a picky green. She hoped that the boy who had Impressed the green could handle the vicious critter. It wasn't like Sahira was only conentrated on the gold. In fact, at the time she had been mauled, Sahira had been thinking of the sea. Peculiar thing to be thinking of at the Sands, but she was peculiar.

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