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Date Posted: 21:50:33 06/01/05 Wed
Author: Kuorisse
Subject: Run!
In reply to: Wessae 's message, "~^~" on 20:35:22 05/31/05 Tue

Kuorisse makes no verbal response to her Weyrwoman save for the slight instinctive gasp of youthful surprise that a person of such high rank among the legendary DragonRiders was speaking to her. But, after the split second of childish shock, a purposeful nod shoves all hesitancy aside, and Kuorisse is suddenly sprinting as fast as her thin legs can carry her across the Sands, ignoring the slight twinge of her ankles as they dipped to unnatural angles within the miniature dunes. As she runs however, her ears suddenly catch an outburst in a young male voice that she recognizes, and Kuori spares a slight glance to the side, catching a glimpse of Yoshiro's Impression through the wild torrents of black curls that blew about her now grinning face. Then suddenly her eyes widen as one of her too large sandals catches on a mound of sand higher than the others. She stumbles to the ground, but allows her momentum to force her into a forward roll. This maneuver, after a girl-caused explosion of golden grains, actually lands her back on her feet a second later. Kuorisse is admittedly quite sandy, but overall no worse for the wear.

Shards! Focus, Kuori.

Her eyes lock on to the edge of the Sands and begin a long slow sweep from left to right until she finds the requested bucket of water. Glancing down with some aggravation at her scalding feet, she slips off the over-sized sandals and begins to power her way across the sands, dusting the excess sand off her hands and arms as she runs. Kuorisse refuses to allow anything to taint the sterile medical water, especially the bits of earth that she'd managed to clumsily fall upon. The girl pauses when she reaches the bucket, inhaling one surprisingly harsh breath that feels strangely thick due to the density of the hot damp air. She leans over, picking up the bucket and securing it within both arms in front of her so not to let it swing and thus lose any of the precious water in the form unnecessary splashes. Ignoring the sear of future blisters in the soles of her bare feet, she deftly darts back over to the Healer and the Weyrwoman, not allowing herself to be distracted from this task by anything -- even the joyful exit of her friend and his new green lifemate goes by without sign of recognition.

Gently settling the bucket at the Healer's side, Kuorisse kneels quietly: partially to relieve the pain in her feet, and partially to be closer to the patient and thus accomplish any task set forth by the Healer that much quicker.

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>~< -- Marja; D'rai, 18:54:55 06/07/05 Tue