GENTLE SOUL !!

Logan would be lying if he wasn't looking over his shoulder just a couple times during Threshing. There were a few other cadets who had it out for him, his superiority intimidated them. Even as he watches one of them slink away deep into the valley, Logan refrains from following, from snuffing out the threat. He is not so easily bent.

You're restraint shows competence.

Looking to the voice, where it could have originated had it not vibrated within his skull, he's met with the sight of a copper swordtail slowly emerging from the shadows of dense woods, where his gleam otherwise was concealed. Logan could've easily been it's dinner had he not looked any closer.

Your golden shimmer rivals mine. A loud exhale of breath through powerful nostrils ruffles the foliage around Logan with a dangerous warmth. Such presentations may be tactful. Come. The dragon bends and allows Logan an ease to climb up his front leg, soon finding the seat thereafter, taking flight not a moment later. Diaval, he'd said in introduction once they'd gained the eye of a fair few dragons in the denser areas, a good distraction they could be down the line for the war efforts. Bait, more like Logan thought, and was equally chided by Diaval's mind for strategy.

Such thoughts clouded his mind, the elation of flight adding to a momentary lapse in alertness. How he was catapulted off Diaval's back is a mystery, the world gone black from the impact and the pain his body suddenly succumbed to. He couldn't even scream, it rendered him mute. Coming to on the ground, lush green covered in blood, he can't move. Watching that cadet come over to him, blade raised, only to be impaled from behind by Diaval's tail and forcibly thrown clear across the valley. The piercing roars of two dragons now fighting over him make the world ring in his ears as he lay there, feeling his energy seep and spill out into the wet soil beneath him.

Only briefly as he slowly blinks back the blackness, he spots a shadow descending, and he has not the faintest idea to defend himself. Diaval has been screaming at him to stay awake, to keep blinking, to move something, if he could. So Logan had started tapping his fingers on the ground, even though that was getting harder and harder to do. Little did he know the offending dragon now lay in a heap on the grass, a green dragon moving towards Diaval and they nuzzled softly.

"Logan! Oh no, no, no. Stay with me. Please, please stay awake. I'll - I'll get help, I'll get the mender at the college," but even as the words stumble free from her lips, she knows that's not going to work. There's no time. Desperately, she presses her hands against the worst of his wounds and glances up towards the two dragons, who seem to be watching her intently. "Please. Do something! Help me!" she cries, tears blurring her vision.

You know what to do, child. You have always known. Feel the power within you, channel the new bond between us.

Her dragon's voice in her mind is so calm, so confident, that a fraction of Kiara's panic ebbs away. Instead, she does as she is bid - delving into the well of power suddenly bubbling up within her, without a second thought. Abruptly, her hands glow a warm gold, and she can feel Logan's skin beneath her palms in a way she never has before, as though she is touching every cell in his body, and each one answers directly to her. Her power flows into him, soothing away the pain and knitting together the damaged skin in just a handful of seconds. Not even the most experienced, powerful mender was capable of such impressive feats of healing and when she is certain that no cut or even a stray bruise remains upon Logan's body, she slowly withdraws her hands.

  ❝𝓛ike me... Well, you're going to have to be more specific.❞ Alistair said, tilting his head faintly to the side as he spoke, eyeing the woman over. Vampires? Trackers? People who enjoy travelling for the hell of it? However, it was more of a necessity rather than pleasure.

was this dumb? did he really act this dumb and not look at where he was going. this was a dumb choice. then again, there were no other options to get this problem solved. the ferry wasn't running any more today and he couldn't get in a boat himself to the mainland. he nodded. all he could really focus on was pain. he was already exhausted from clenching his fists so hard for so long. "i just wanna get this over with." jimmy couldn't even look at his leg with all the thorns in it. he might get sick. "OW!" it didn't hurt that bad but he could feel it coming out. "are we done?" he knew the answer already: no.

@apurekindness

“Ye can start by not talkin’ like ye owe me a debt.” He said at last. His voice was far quieter now. “I did what any decent man would’ve done. As for what comes next, that’s for you to decide. I’ve a road to follow come mornin’, but I’m no’ in the habit of leavin’ folk to fend for themselves if they’ve nowhere else to go. That's for sure."

"I fear I have not encountered many decent men," she admitted, and a quiet, humourless huff of laughter escaped her. She took a sip from the flask, before handing it back with another thankful smile. "If you don't mind me joining you, I'd be very thankful for the company? Just until we get to a bigger town, or city. Somewhere I can blend in, unnoticed." The last thing she wanted was to be captured again.

Scrunching his nose, he appraised Kiara with mounting interest. “Rounders?” he echoed, intrigued. “Can’t say I’ve heard of that one…and is netball basically volleyball? Forgive me. I’m just an uncultured American.”

Amused, he stepped back once the last of it had been cleaned away, and folded his arms. “If you’re that good at drinking coffee and eating pie, you and Jerry might come to blows. Believe me when I say he’ll fight you over the last bear claw…though he, himself, is a teddy bear, so he might win just by giving you his classic pout.”

A total pain…

Carter laughed at that. “Well, that’s promising, at least,” he teased. “What do you think you want your focus to be? I know it’s early, but I assumed from the get-go I wanted to enter a surgical residency, seeing how it’s the most respected and difficult of the focuses.” He shrugged. “I quickly realized I like being here with the patients…I like helping them, and guiding them, and being there for them at their darkest hour.”

She chuckled at his questions, and shook her head. "Rounders is a bit like your baseball, but more fun," she teased. "And netball is more similar to basketball, but you're not allowed to move with the ball. They're not as popular as your sports through, not many people play them outside of school."

She finished cleaning up the room, washing her hands thoroughly in the sink and then turning back to face Carter with an amused smile. "Ah, I fear I am quite vulnerable to a well-timed pout," she admitted. "So I'm sure Jerry has nothing to worry about."