Humming and Singing (open)

[jennah]

Jennah looked at her sharply, not in an unfriendly manor, something was still off with his expression, but that was the normal state of affairs for him. He looked at the newborn flitter queen with a strangely hungry expression, he shook his head so sharply it almost looked like a jerk and snorted at her suggestion, “No, not Jen.”

Something like a genuine smile glittered past his teeth. He didn’t really smile genuinely anymore, he just sort of pulled his lips thin and exposed his teeth, but something pulled at the corners of his mouth that hadn’t been there before. The truth was a rather feeble-minded drudge in the lower caverns fancied him. He wasn’t really the sort of man who had any desires of the flesh (much less those that would be satisfied by a promiscuous redhead whom had shoved all of her glows down her…nevermind). Anyway, she had taken to calling him Jen. He toyed with the idea of explaining to Panthea that he wasn’t smirking at her suggestion, but naming her flit ‘Jen’ would serve no purpose other than remind him of a dimglow’s misplaced affections. He shook his head once more, “Unless you think she looks like she’s lost all of her mental glows and possesses an incomprehensible desire to sleep with me no. Not Jen.”

He thought for a few minutes, “The juice from the Fellis tree can be used as a narcotic painkiller. I owe my existence to Kovah and Fellis. She’ll help you survive the sorts of pain drugs can’t. If I’d name her Fellis.”

[brimstone81]

((lol I had a healer once with a lizard named Fellis and one named Redwort))
Panthea giggled. Of course she didn't know the whole story behind his comment, but it seemed funny all the same. What could she say to that? After Panthea stopped giggling she smiled slowly, "Well she just hatched afterall, it might take a while to notice that. But if you would rather me not name her Jen. . ."

Panthea smiled at his next words, however Fellis reminded her of her mother, and that reminded her of untimely death. She couldn't help it. Her first reaction was to not to take that name. Panthea tried to stay away from the healers and now she was in a long conversation with one. But then, after a moment of thought, Fellis made sense. Fellis was suitable name, since the Fellis tree had yellow blossoms. And Jennah seemed like he was actually trying to give her a name idea like she asked. It might help her to get over her mother's death finally. She had always acted like she accepted it, but some times it still hurt. And she'd appreciate it if the lizard could help her when drugs can't. She said, decidedly, "Actually Fellis is a very nice name. I like it."

She paused to look at Jennah, the name meant more now to her than he could ever know. The wording he used was perfect, "My many thanks, Master Jennah."

[jennah]

Jennah smiled brokenly. Partially at the concept of the young firelizard queen running after him, and partially at the continued thought of somebody actually possessing any interest in him. He wasn’t the sort of person who sugar coated situations, he knew that he looked like the living dead (and depending what sort of cases had come into the infirmary, smelled like the living dead). He was happy with how the encounter had worked out (although he still didn’t have his pants) but the sight of the girl still made his mind tremor with occasional grief. If he remembered correctly her mother had lost her dragon during the poisoning, and died shortly afterwards. The faces of all of the other dragonless, regardless of their decision to ultimately live or die, burned harshed into his brain.

He met her eyes briefly, and tried to convey through his expression that the conversation they had held meant something to him. He couldn’t exactly place why or what it had did for him, occupied his time, took his mind off of more pressing issues (DELERIATH IS DEAD!) for a few minutes. She was a candidate, parts of him could never forgive her for that. She was promised the potential for everything he could never do or have. Parts of him hated her for this, but it wasn’t he fault. He turned away, “Not a problem…”

He watched the young girl and her new charge, “You know. The pants can honestly wait. I think you have bigger things to do now.”

Something in his face spasmed and his expression contorted. He didn’t know exactly why he said it, but he felt compelled to add, “You also need to live. You’ve made your choice. So live. You’re not the one who died.”

[brimstone81]

Panthea smiled softly and nodded to him, yes she had to tend to Fellis and think of what she would eventually tell people about the tiny gold. She couldn't just tell people that a young bluerider gave the egg to her as a give. Well, she decided she'd have to evade such questions. "Yes, I have some things to do, but I also have chores and even with a new mouth to feed I cannot neglect my responsibilities."

Panthea had not responded to his last sentances. They were true and all, but she'd rather not show raw emotion to this man just yet. She felt that she made a friend, at least in her eyes. Panthea just had no response so the young woman decided not to say a word lest she embarass herself with tears or emotion. She paused, picking up his worn pants from the pile, and looked at them smugly. They needed some extra work, and you know, maybe as a new pair all together. She folded them neatly and tucked them under her arm, "Well, Jennah, if I am allowed to call you that, I will have these repaired in no time. I have other things to do as well, so would you like to stop by the candidate barracks in a sevenday? I'll have these good as new. I know you wanted the today, but there are a few snags to fix."

She grinned at him, "And don't worry about decency and all kinds of ideas about the innapropriatness of a man visiting the girl's barracks. It's merely business. Nothing more. Now Fellis and I will see you in a sevenday?"

Panthea hoped he would agree because she needed to get some material and better thread. Not to mention that she would have other chores. That plus work would require more than a few hours. She wanted to get going on this little undertaking as soon as possible.

[jennah]

Jennah’s expression was the slightly blank glower that he usually held, but he nodded his head evenly. Behind his face he was actually mildly bemused. He had approached this poor girl with the intention of verbally poking and harassing her so that his pants might be placed at the top of her priority list. He had intended to reduce her to a quivering human-shaped tower of hatred sent in his general direction but somewhere his plan had gone awry. He wasn’t sure if it was because of some strange mood he’d caught, or if it was because of the candidate’s personality. He slowly said, “That’ll do.”

He turned his back to her and moved his hand in some vague gesture of farewell. The two words, ‘that’ll do’ held more implications than she could ever imagine. Having a civil (for the most part) conversation with him was a feat indeed. A girl who was capable of doing this would be more than competent with a flying eggsack attached to her head (if she didn’t impress before she got too old he’d have to speak to the headwoman about getting Panthea on her staff...the bed**ned woman could use some assistants with more than two brain cells). That’ll do. He had gotten himself through another small stretch of time. He kept himself from falling and screaming and feeling as if he could never possibly feel again.

And that made him feel pretty good. He slowly made his way out of the room and to his own chambers, were he found a way to drink himself until he couldn’t think straight or remember where he was. He was alone once again, but somewhere he knew that although it would never be alright, he would survive.