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Review responses! Cookies today! And Dutch Chocolate Pie! Have both, one, or neither!
Vreader: *hands over the cookies*
Kierseth: If Action doesn't show up this chappie, unpleasant things will happen to it...*glares at Action*
Silvervine: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOO YOOOOOU!
Darkfyre: Don't worry about that. And Krathnae is STILL hiding!
Snowfire Kitsune: *is a bit overwhelmed* Thankees! *smiles and nods and hands over cookies and Dutch Chocolate Pie*
Muse responsible: Rrissa!
This is several days later...after they've signed on...
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I fell onto my bed, every inch of me aching. [Nnng. Weapons-training...]
In the past few days, I had shown my skill with a bow, been made to work on that for far too long, then been told to pick another weapon.
I chose axes and knives. For some reason, I had looked at the sword and said, "Nope. Axes for me!"
I was still trying to figure that out.
Helia came in several minutes after me, looking almost as drained as I did.
Kree loved it here-but he worked as well. One of the trainers had decided to work on Kree's accuracy, and had set up a system like they used for hawks hatched in mews-to train them to hunt.
Kree didn't find these draining. Instead, he referred to them as "fungames."
Helia flopped onto her bed, looking over at me. Finally, a word emerged from her mouth. "You?"
I summoned the energy to prop myself on an elbow. "Bad."
"Ah."
Kree swooped in and landed on the block perch inside. :Games funfun today!: he said, cheerfully.
I turned my head, every muscle screaming in protest, to look at him. :Bird, you have waaaay too much energy,: I said through Mindspeech.
Kree tilted his head. :Why not energy-borrow?: he asked, puzzled.
:What?:
:Like this.: I felt Kree concentrate and draw a bit of his own energy- passing it down the bond.
My eyes widened. Suddenly, I felt far better.
Kree bobbed his head, pleased. :Nothard, bondmate less tired, notcranky, right?:
I sat up. My muscles weren't screaming as loudly now. "Bird, I could kiss you right now," I said.
Kree chirred and said, :Head-scratch better.:
Helia, watching this exchange, said, "Interesting conversation?"
"It seems that Kree can pass a bit of energy to me at times," I said, "It helps a lot. Now I'm only three-quarters as tired."
Helia laughed for about three seconds. "Not much."
"Enough."
Then Kree said, sternly, :Bondmate and falcon-lady take bath! Smelly!:
Startled, I laughed again, then painfully stood and picked up two towels.
"Birdbrain over there seems to think we smell," I said to Helia.
Sighing, Helia managed to stand and take a towel from me.
I headed for the door, my muscles still screeching.
I snagged the staff I kept to brace across my shoulders for Kree and leaned heavily on it.
Helia dragged herself towards the door, and, leaning on me, we lurched down the hall to the bathhouse.
It seemed like forever before we made it.
Not caring about anything but a hot bath at the moment, I ran the tub full of hot water, stripped, and fell in.
The heat soothed my muscles instantly. [I don't ever want to get out...] I thought as I soaked.
About a candlemark later, I pulled myself out of the tub and dried off.
Helia looked like she had every intention of turning into a raisin. Pulling on my clothes, I wandered over to her and tapped her right shoulder- the merc signal for "Safe waking." We were supposed to use that as often as possible.
Helia looked up at me and said, pleadingly, "Can't I just live here?"
I shook my head.
Sighing, Helia pulled herself out of her tub, dressed, and headed back to the room.
I followed, ready to sleep for a week.
It wasn't a week, but it was close.
I slept for nearly a day. Why, I'm not sure. But it happened.
I dreamed I was seeing the world through Kree's eyes as Helia tried to wake me, saw me swat at her, and give up.
Kree fluttered out the window to his "fungames."
I rode with him as he went through his training.
First, the trainer had him fly in circles both ways, fly as high as he could, and practice diving. Then, Kree dove at different objects, some moving, some not.
Kree learned to avoid arrows-the practice ones heavily cushioned.
At last, Kree was asked to carry small objects as high and fast as he could, then drop them on targets.
I awoke in the late afternoon, feeling very puzzled. [What the hell? Why'd I sleep do long?]
:Bondmate awake? All good.:
Still puzzled, I dressed and went to train.
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Okees, that chappie was mostly to show what training Kree went through, since everyone knows human weapons-practicing aiming, pounding pells, etc, etc, etc.
I made up Kree's training cause it was fun.
Kree happens to love his "fungames..."
Yup.
ACTION! GET YOUR BUTT HERE NOW!!!
Meh.
Reviews are loved!
~Fireblade K'Chona
Review responses! Cookies today! And Dutch Chocolate Pie! Have both, one, or neither!
Vreader: *hands over the cookies*
Kierseth: If Action doesn't show up this chappie, unpleasant things will happen to it...*glares at Action*
Silvervine: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOO YOOOOOU!
Darkfyre: Don't worry about that. And Krathnae is STILL hiding!
Snowfire Kitsune: *is a bit overwhelmed* Thankees! *smiles and nods and hands over cookies and Dutch Chocolate Pie*
Muse responsible: Rrissa!
This is several days later...after they've signed on...
----------------------------------------------------
I fell onto my bed, every inch of me aching. [Nnng. Weapons-training...]
In the past few days, I had shown my skill with a bow, been made to work on that for far too long, then been told to pick another weapon.
I chose axes and knives. For some reason, I had looked at the sword and said, "Nope. Axes for me!"
I was still trying to figure that out.
Helia came in several minutes after me, looking almost as drained as I did.
Kree loved it here-but he worked as well. One of the trainers had decided to work on Kree's accuracy, and had set up a system like they used for hawks hatched in mews-to train them to hunt.
Kree didn't find these draining. Instead, he referred to them as "fungames."
Helia flopped onto her bed, looking over at me. Finally, a word emerged from her mouth. "You?"
I summoned the energy to prop myself on an elbow. "Bad."
"Ah."
Kree swooped in and landed on the block perch inside. :Games funfun today!: he said, cheerfully.
I turned my head, every muscle screaming in protest, to look at him. :Bird, you have waaaay too much energy,: I said through Mindspeech.
Kree tilted his head. :Why not energy-borrow?: he asked, puzzled.
:What?:
:Like this.: I felt Kree concentrate and draw a bit of his own energy- passing it down the bond.
My eyes widened. Suddenly, I felt far better.
Kree bobbed his head, pleased. :Nothard, bondmate less tired, notcranky, right?:
I sat up. My muscles weren't screaming as loudly now. "Bird, I could kiss you right now," I said.
Kree chirred and said, :Head-scratch better.:
Helia, watching this exchange, said, "Interesting conversation?"
"It seems that Kree can pass a bit of energy to me at times," I said, "It helps a lot. Now I'm only three-quarters as tired."
Helia laughed for about three seconds. "Not much."
"Enough."
Then Kree said, sternly, :Bondmate and falcon-lady take bath! Smelly!:
Startled, I laughed again, then painfully stood and picked up two towels.
"Birdbrain over there seems to think we smell," I said to Helia.
Sighing, Helia managed to stand and take a towel from me.
I headed for the door, my muscles still screeching.
I snagged the staff I kept to brace across my shoulders for Kree and leaned heavily on it.
Helia dragged herself towards the door, and, leaning on me, we lurched down the hall to the bathhouse.
It seemed like forever before we made it.
Not caring about anything but a hot bath at the moment, I ran the tub full of hot water, stripped, and fell in.
The heat soothed my muscles instantly. [I don't ever want to get out...] I thought as I soaked.
About a candlemark later, I pulled myself out of the tub and dried off.
Helia looked like she had every intention of turning into a raisin. Pulling on my clothes, I wandered over to her and tapped her right shoulder- the merc signal for "Safe waking." We were supposed to use that as often as possible.
Helia looked up at me and said, pleadingly, "Can't I just live here?"
I shook my head.
Sighing, Helia pulled herself out of her tub, dressed, and headed back to the room.
I followed, ready to sleep for a week.
It wasn't a week, but it was close.
I slept for nearly a day. Why, I'm not sure. But it happened.
I dreamed I was seeing the world through Kree's eyes as Helia tried to wake me, saw me swat at her, and give up.
Kree fluttered out the window to his "fungames."
I rode with him as he went through his training.
First, the trainer had him fly in circles both ways, fly as high as he could, and practice diving. Then, Kree dove at different objects, some moving, some not.
Kree learned to avoid arrows-the practice ones heavily cushioned.
At last, Kree was asked to carry small objects as high and fast as he could, then drop them on targets.
I awoke in the late afternoon, feeling very puzzled. [What the hell? Why'd I sleep do long?]
:Bondmate awake? All good.:
Still puzzled, I dressed and went to train.
---------------------------------------------------------
Okees, that chappie was mostly to show what training Kree went through, since everyone knows human weapons-practicing aiming, pounding pells, etc, etc, etc.
I made up Kree's training cause it was fun.
Kree happens to love his "fungames..."
Yup.
ACTION! GET YOUR BUTT HERE NOW!!!
Meh.
Reviews are loved!
~Fireblade K'Chona