It had become routine, over the last couple of Turns, for Ryala to rise early, so she could see to Ghost's breakfast before going off to enjoy her own. When she'd Impressed Ignis, the only change to that routine had been to collect two bowls of meat slivers instead of just one, and adjusting to the noise of two flits who each swore that they were wasting away to nothing (though anyone who looked at either would easily see that wasn't the case).
This particular morning, she yawned as she made her way as usual towards the kitchens. A layer of fog softened the landscape, and seemed to shroud some random things until the last moment. But she was used to this.
Or so she thought.
One moment, the world was fine, barring the usual starved complaints of her winged fiends... the next, she was spitting grit out of her mouth. What the... How did a rock that large end up here? she wondered as the boys cried out loudly in alarm, circling overhead. "I'm fine, guys," she reassured them, as she brushed the dirt from her tunic and hair, and pushed herself upright. "I'm... whOAH!" As she tried to stand, a strong pain lanced through her left ankle, and suddenly she was sitting in the misty dust once more.
(ooc- ok, it wasn't stairs, but it works!)
Echoes of Pern [Closed]
A Dragonriders of Pern B/C RP
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