Tria the 20th, 81379 Straken Kavor Reserved spot for Shiker's character Jaceen Lapices, and open. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The sound was cutting through the air like some mighty bomb falling. At first, it might be mistaken for one, what with that sheer whistling sound and all, but after a few moments, it could be made out as a scream. Not a scream of terror, mind you, just one of total shock. Straken crashed straight into the branches of a few trees, using them as a sort of crude stopping mechanism. And sure enough, the branches did help to slow him down. He landed, on his feet in fact, on the ground. His arms and wings both spread out, and his knees bent in a crouch. One of his wings was covered in a purple sort of paste. A few moments earlier... Straken was soaring happily through the air, doing a few loops and spins here and there. He was presently eating a raisin pie, which he had bought only moments earlier. However, when he took a bite of it, he was shocked to find out just how hot it was! The pie, of course, was tossed through the air quite suddenly. And, due to an unpleasant shift in the wind, it splattered across his wing. This totally destroyed any aerodynamic aspect those beautiful feathery wings carried with them, and sure enough, Straken sunk like a rock. So now he was on the ground, inspecting his wing. One might be inclined to ask how the hell he managed to survive such a fall, but that's not a really big issue to him right now. He was too busy making a big bubble of water float over to him from a nearby stream with little effort. He muttered a few choice words, splashing the water over his wings multiple times, until it had turned back to the normal white color. "Stupid raisin pie. Tasted like mud." He muttered this darkly under his breath, folding his wings on his back and taking a look around. Sure, people would be staring at him by now, and most likely, someone would come to bug him. He didn't seem too bothered though. He was much too busy tugging branches out of his hair.
Jaceen had just finished her lunch. Nothing too fancy of course. Just a sandwich of a rather mixed variety. She didn't have supervising duty during this lunch hour and although Jaceen enjoyed solving disputes and other conflicts upon the school grounds, she was quite glad to have a break every once in a while. Her small afternoon class had been rescheduled. Some Science field trip was going to prevent the attendance of her students. She hated that of course. But there wasn't really much she could do about it. So at lunch, after eating, Jaceen had slipped out of the confines of her office. She had several books in hand, and a few slung over her shoulder in a small pack sack. She intended to do a little bit of reading. It was a wonder she hadn't been struck blind by now, with all the reading and researching she'd done over the years. Her eyes by all means should have been worn out and unseeing from all that she had seen. Yet they remained well and working. Jaceen had walked all around the school grounds for a while. Reciting various bits of information inside of her head as she looked for a spot to settle down. Eventually she found it. Nearly off the school grounds there was a vast forested area that offered a bit of protection from the hot sun. She dropped her book bag near the edge of the tree line, snuggled up between two great wooden giants, and quickly fell upon her reading. She had been enjoying herself. Curled up, cool in the shade, and poring over endless lines of Ramathian... until she noticed a sound. At first, she couldn't quite place what it was. Her brain mostly focused upon the literature she held in her hands. Eventually she came to realize what it was. An ever growing louder scream. Her black ears flicked forward as she set aside her book gently. Then came the crash. Or, crashes rather. She could hear someone breaking their fall on various tree limbs. Jaceen hopped to her feet with a startled, "Oh!" Whoever it was had crash landed no further than twenty feet from her current position. She made her way toward the crash sight, picking her way nimbly through the undergrowth. Her face that of someone who was genuinely concerned. Jaceen's ears flicked back at the sound of some random obscenities. Well, at least the crash hadn't killed them. Or injured their mouth at least. At last Jaceen came upon the scene of the incident. She had been expecting to find a student there. Thinking that perhaps they'd had a shapeshifting incident mid-flight. Instead though she was surprised to find a grown arden. One that was quite a bit larger than her, and with what looked like a dampened wing. She couldn't understand what exactly had just happened to this poor fellow or what could have caused his dangerous tumble. "Are you alright?" She asked at last. "I heard the branches... and oh! It sounded like a terrible fall!" She came closer to him, intent on helping out.
Straken, who was still half-way through picking branches out of his hair, heard a voice peep up behind him. He spun around on his heels, causing his hair to toss around a bit in the air. "Oh, I'm fine! Don't worry." Straken put a huge smile on his face, then paused for a moment. His head turned to the side and he coughed up a couple leaves. After a light shake of his head, he looked toward the interesting yellow lady. She had some of the most vibrantly colored fur he had ever seen. He stretched out his wet wing, giving a flick to the side to send the water off of it, then held his hand up toward it. "I just managed to get a pie splattered on my wing - a long story, trust me - which totally messed up my flight." His head turned to the side, toward the rised hand, which he gave a nod to. It was suddenly erupted in flames (not an entirely uncommon sight) and was seemingly being used as a sort of heated drying utility for his wing. His head turned back toward her, looking her straight in the eyes. Which, in itself, might be considered impressive; most men had trouble keeping eye contact. "Uh... could you by any chance tell me where I am?" He put that same huge grin on his face, either fishing for a laugh or just a smile. However, it didn't seem like he'd wait for a response to his question, for after he had asked, he extended his free hand toward her. "Oh, I'm Straken by the way. Nice to mee-- Ack!" Straken, who had just attempted to make a step forward toward her, managed to instead tumble toward the ground. His outstretched hand caught the ground, giving him the roll he needed to get back to his feet from such a stumble. However, he would only rise up onto one foot, the other one being lifted off the ground. He gave a groan as he looked down toward his right foot, chosing not to move it for a moment. "... Aw hell, I hope that's just a sprain..." By now, that flame on his hand was gone, and his wings were folded on his back once more. Seems that this guy wasn't having the best of days. And, to add to the embarassment, the pie tin that was, at one point, holding the pie, managed to come down and land on his head with a sudden sound similiar to a gong being struck. Poor guy.
Jaceen cringed as the stranger coughed up leaves. He had said he was alright though... and she really wasn't one to argue. Not being a pendragon gifted with wings, she could only really imagine what it must be like to fall. Terrifying. Even imagining falling like that brought an uneasy feeling to her stomach. At his explanation, Jaceen could only stare. "You got... pie, on your..." She blinked, then shook her head. She really should have been used to strange situations like this. They happened all the time. That was the gift of the unexpected though. No matter how many strange things happened, there was always something new. She smiled politely back as he asked where he was and then made to introduce himself. Unfortunately, he fouled that up and took another tumble. Jaceen quickly covered her mouth with both hands, holding in a small gasp. "Oh gosh." To add insult to injury, what appeared to be a pie tin took the opportune moment to land upon the stranger's, whom she now knew to be called Straken, head. It made a sound that rattled her insides a little. She hurried over to his side and pulled the empty tin off of the poor soul. "You weren't kidding," she said, as she turned the tin around once in her hands and then dropped it to the ground where it clattered. She wanted to laugh at the strangeness of this situation, but couldn't. It seemed a little too out of place. Too cruel even. "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess you really did hurt yourself. Though, really, it's a wonder you didn't manage to snap your neck while you were at it. I'm Jaceen. Jaceen Lapices. You're ah, at the Janardan Academy actually. In Swaraj of course, just outside of Watani." She smiled a little wanly.
Straken straightened himself up after the tin was removed and gave a little laugh. It seemed he thought it was rather comical. Then again, a pie tin falling from such a height couldn't possibly hurt someone. It would never gain a high enough speed, due to air resistance. "Ah, I managed to press the wind against me before I struck the tree to push me backward. Sorta like a really big cushion. Though, I could've done without the multiple swats from the trees..." He gave a nod, then picked up the pie tin with his tail, looking at it for a moment. "Hm. I never thought that a pie would attempt to kill me!" He lifted his head back up and smiled toward her, this one not being the huge dorky smile. "Well Jaceen, you've got the most beautifully vibrant yellow fur I've ever seen. Why -- Wait, Janardan Academy? Holy hell, I really did get a bit lost! I don't think I've ever set foot here." He gave a nod, still managing to balance himself on one foot. Yep, seemed that despite his injuries, Straken was quite the happy fellow. Probably someone who just wandered around. Then again, he did have one heck of a sword on his side! But that was about all he had. That and a pair of jeans. Hobo-'Dragon? Nah.
Jaceen laughed a little inwardly. She really wasn't sure whether it had been this arden's blind luck, or really his magic abilities that had saved him. Perhaps it had been a combination of both. Whatever the case, her interest had been piqued slightly. He most definately had some kinetic abilities. What with the fire previously and all. "You're pretty lucky, I think. Even with that extra wind 'padding'. I mean, you could have even had your..." Jaceen stopped, regarding Straken for a moment. She'd been about to tell him that he could have had his eyes gouged out by those branches. Now that she looked at him, that really would have been quite a pity. They were of a rather startling blue colour. She reflected his smile with one of her own. "Anyway... Thanks. I guess I am pretty yellow. Though I could say the same about your eyes. Only. They're not yellow, you know what I mean?" Jaceen heaved a bit of a sigh. She was still quite concerned about this arden, and a little put on edge. "Want me to take you up to the Academy's infirmary? It's not too far away. They could have a look at you there. Maybe get you a brace for that ankle?" Jaceen suggested, frowning a little as she glanced down at Straken's sheathed sword. It wasn't uncommon for pendragons to arm themselves. Specially when travelling alone. "Would you mind if I asked you where you were headed? I might be able to point you in the right direction at least. I know the area quite well."
Straken gave a few light blinks at the mention of his eyes. True, they were very striking in themselves. And, at a first glance, they might just add to that 'innocent happiness' he seemed to carry. Though, if one truly were to peer into their depths, they'd see just how deep his eyes went. When she caught sight of his sword, he looked down to it as well. "Oh jeez, don't mind that old thing!" He gave a smile and flicked a hand down, untying it from his belt and catching it by the sheath. He the held it up toward her in one hand. "Feel free to take it for whatever safety measures." Amazing. Not too many warriors would part with their weapon. Maybe he was rather casual? And what a unique blade it was. Crafted like a broadsword, but with only one edge sharpened. What could possibly be the purpose of such a blade? He looked up toward the sky, almost as if scanning it for a moment. "Hm... Well, I wasn't really headin' anywhere." His gaze fell back down to her eyes, the smile returning to his face once more. "Just sorta journeying, though those journeyman days of mine are long past. I don't really call anywhere home, ya know? Though, I'm not a free-loader." He shook a finger in the air at this, getting a serious look on his face (though said look was truly very comical, as it was meant to be). "An' I think I'll take ya up on that offer for the infirmary. I could do without my ankle gettin' worse." He nodded once, and then hobbled a bit on one foot. His angelic wings spread out in the air for a moment, sending a few feathers here and there, to help keep him balanced. "... Though, I might need a balance. Care to spare an arm around my waist? I'm not too heavy." Six-foot-two and well toned? Yeah, he was probably pushing a good Deuce, or a Deuce and a half (that'd be about 200 to 250 pounds).
Jaceen looked at the offered sword for a moment, then shook her head as she put a hand up to ward it off. Students at Janardan often used blunted swords (except for when they were completing their apprenticeships), and she suspected, or knew rather, that this one would be neither blunted, nor dull. All the same, she really didn't want to touch it. "No. It should be alright if you keep it," she said at last. "Just keep it sheathed and make no motions to use it. As long as you don't venture out of the main hall, it should be fine." Her primary concern was the students of course. However, the majority of them were on lunch break, and the security inside Janardan was rather tight. She knew she could holler for assistance if it came down to it. When Straken looked upwards at the sky for a brief period, Jaceen's gaze didn't follow his. Instead she studied him carefully. She had every right to be suspicious. Not too many strangers just dropped into Janardan uninvited. Straken seemed to be a far cry away from harmless as well - even if he was injured. So far he had been friendly and amiable, so she opted to at least give him credit for that. Although, she really wasn't one to be thrown off guard just because of a friendly face. Jaceen laughed quietly at Straken's assertion that he was no free-loader and his serious expression that accompanied the words. It was a small lilting laugh, but still hesitant. "I actually live here. Well, not here, here," she said with a faint gesture indicating the forest, "but at the Academy." "Ah, hm," she said in response to Straken needing a balance and that he wasn't too heavy. He easily could have been double her weight, being the small figure that she was. She knew she could at least make an attempt. Besides, how many pounds of books did she transport each day? She nearly laughed out loud at that thought. That figure was probably astronomical. "Well, I won't know if I can do it unless I try." She positioned herself beside Straken and crept a hand, followed by an arm, around his waist. "Try leaning a little?"
Straken put his sword back on his side, then put an arm around her shoulder. His wing did so as well, and he did lean on her. Slightly though. Not too much weight. He smiled and hobbled for a moment on one foot, the other wing stretching out as well for balance. Hm, one thing about those wings were how damned nice they felt. Those rich white feathers were like silk, and seemed to always be a tad cool to the touch. "Ah, you're strong as a bear! You can hold me no problem." Straken nodded at this, then stretched his free arm behind his head. "Though, you could really use a good smile. Ya look like one of the types who reads too much an' doesn't interact." Straken gave a nod at this, trying to look like some wise old sage. Once more, funny look. "So, oh vibrant yellow one, would I be able to get a bag of ice for my head?' He gave a slight chuckle, partially a tad bit ashamed it would seem. "Stupid pie tins hit hard." A smile crossed his face, which turned to look toward the school. An interesting place it was. Fortunately for him he was being guided in, else a guard would be likely to jump him for carrying a sword. And Straken didn't like being jumped. Ruffles the fur, ya know.
Jaceen jerked slightly as Straken's wing brushed against her back and then seemed to wrap around her. She hadn't been expecting it, not to mention it felt a little cold. Then again, it was bound to get pretty cold when you were travelling up at altitudes like that so she decided to try and put it out of her mind. She was helping him balance sufficiently enough. Jaceen had been a little afraid for a moment that she wouldn't be able to. She had never really found the time in her schedule to find out her limitations physically. She felt that she could handle this at least as she helped Straken take a few trial steps. Their progress was going to be a little slow, but at least their destination wasn't too far off. The sun coloured thill pulled her bangs out of her eyes with her free hand, shaking her head slightly at Straken's mention of reading. How had he guessed? Was she marked by her pastime somehow? It was true whatever the case. She smiled briefly at his words. "Speaking of which, I'll need to send someone out for my things once we get inside," she informed him. Of course, she didn't mention that her things were in fact books. However, her face was a dead giveaway, and she didn't try to hide how close to the truth he had come. She continued helping him along, laughing at the way he addressed her and then his question about ice. "Oh we stockpile the stuff. It helps to have several Elementalists and Healers on staff as well. The infirmary is very well equipped. What with all the students and all. There seems to be a countless flow of injuries. Most of them tend to be only minor though. Cuts, scrapes, bruises and their ilk..." Jaceen trailed off, looking up at the school. Someone had already noticed them approaching and was waiting at one of the large glass front doors, patiently holding it open for them.
Straken let her lead the way mostly, simply hobbling along as they went. His wings, indeed, did grow warm at a fair pace. Mostly because they were drying. And partially because Straken was flowing the air between the feathers through the wings to speed up the process. "Hum. Elementalists? Nice stuff. I'd like to meet one of 'em." Little did Straken know that he was standing beside an Elementalist at this very moment! "Ya know, compare a few laughs of mishaps and stuff." He lifted his free arm up, which was suddenly engulfed in flames, then a breeze flowed up around it. The flames flickered for a moment, before the water on his wing drained up his back and onto his arm, dousing the flames. And, with a little bit of electricity surging across the arm, causing electrolysis to set in, his arm was dry. Show-off. "I'm an Elemental Kinesis person. But damn, back when I was an apprentice, I swear I burnt my eyebrows off more times than I can count!" He gave a soft laugh, putting his hand on his side and striking a smile. Elemental Kinesis eh? Well, that explains how he bent the air around himself to slow his fall. "So, Iallyf, what tricks can you do?" Iallyf? That was Ramathian for Yellow, wasn't it? Seems he had an education after all. Wait, he was calling her Yellow now? And with that large smile on his face, no less! He had a bit of power and an education. But just how powerful was he? Ah, that didn't seem too important right now. He didn't seem like the aggressive type.
Jaceen rose an eyebrow as Straken went through his elemental antics. Most likely she could have done the exact same had she wanted to. Though watching someone else perform was always a treat, which she supposed was why she opted to teach the subject in the first place. The way that a student's face lit up after they had done something for the first time after countless frustrations - it was always rewarding. She had to laugh at his mention of burning his eyebrows though. She'd had similar incidents before, though her most dangerous involved some weeds and just about being drowned. It hadn't been the nicest learning experience. "Oh, I can do plenty of tricks," she responded somewhat conspiringly. Although getting her to do said tricks willingly would be a feat all in itself. She wasn't one to flaunt her abilities. "I major in Ramathian History at Janardan though. It's what I teach full time... so, truthfully I was rather surprised when you made mention of reading earlier. I do tend to read... a lot." She lightly blew on the fingertips of her free hand. She wasn't one to show off, and there would be no way she'd go through such a display that Straken had. Still, something small she figured would suffice. A small amount of air seemed to twirl around the tips of her digits before each of her fingertips ignited in a small explosion of flame. It sure beat having to carry around a lighter. She let the fire burn for a few seconds before forcing it to extinguish with a quick flick of her wrist. "I teach Elemental Sorcery as well. Though, I probably would be able to teach Kinesis... However, most of the students tend to have better results when they can focus their energies into spoken words and motions instead of mental thoughts. It's a personal preference thing."
Straken seemed rather intrigued by the mention of history, rising up a brow in fact. He loved reading up on history, but he wasn't much of an expert on it. His 'studies' only dabbled in slight aspects of brilliant tacticians and battle masters. Yep, too much training to be a warrior. "Hm, you studied Ramathian History? You must be able to speak Ramathian then!" He nodded and smiled, surely hoping that she could. Not many that he encountered could speak it, and he liked to think he was quite fluent. "Elemental sorcery? Nice stuff. I'm trained in the art of Elemental Kinesis. I like being able to do things without the use of words. Helps to keep people from staring at me." He gave a nod, and then poked one of her fingers with the tip of his. "I am so gonna steal that trick ya know. It'd make roasting mallows so much easier." He rubbed his jaw for a moment with his hand, stopping to think about literature for a moment. Between flying around, eating pie, and a bit of training, he had a lot of free time. "I like reading myself, though I've mostly ran out of good books to read." If one judged Straken by mere looks, they might assume that he'd have trouble reading a coloring book.
"Ros yv kyojta." Jaceen said with a smile. "I trust you know more Ramathian than just your basic colours and numbers then?" She had to ask of course. He sort of gave the impression that he was more of a brawn over brains type. Though she had met a few individuals who balanced out the two qualities quite evenly. She chuckled quietly at his mention of marshmallows. She supposed that would be a good use of that particular talent. It was also useful for finding dropped keys and whatnot in the darkness as well. "Well, here we are," Jaceen informed Straken, although he had really needed no telling. They had just crossed the threshold and into Janardan's interior. Jaceen smiled brightly at the thill who had been holding the door open for them. It was one of the school's secretaries. "Thanks. Could you please send someone out to round up my things for me? They're just on the other side of the field. Near the tree line." The secretary nodded and replied with a "Sure thing." With her possessions at least in the process of being brought to safety, she turned her attention back to Straken. The school's front foyer was immense. The floor itself was thick and of a polished dark grey marble. It stretched off into a wide variety of offices and hallways, each one clearly labelled in Ramathian as well as English. The most prominent of these signs indicated Janardan's Main Office of operations. Nearby it was the Registrar, several other pertinent areas dedicated to the upkeep of the school and students, and of course, the Infirmary. Jaceen gestured toward it. "Shall we? Janardan is rather, well equipped. You should see our library sometime if you're looking for something new to read. I've got a rather ah, expansive personal collection as well." Although expansive was a bit of an understatement.
After she had spoken in Ramathian, he decided to ramble off a bit, too. "Es et mys u shemd vyj u gajtym sy tengli cmyf ut lessla ut shai'p leca, ros u posi sy laujm ut nokh ut shai kum." Straken gave a nod and smiled, keeping his arm behind his head. "I've been well educated in the basic knowledges, and have had much interest in.. in..." By now, he had trailed off, as he looked around the interior of the Academy. He seemed amazed by it all. Then again, this was a guy who spent the majority of his life in a military compound, and the rest of it flying around in the sky. His eyes didn't quite carry the innocent view of an ignorant child, but more so the gaze of a man fixed with interest. "... Wow. This is some seriously nice work in here. I haven't seen architecture like this in a while." He gave a slow now, and then smiled once more, looking toward her again. "Hm, after I get a brace on my foot, I think I'd like to get your advice on a book." He gave another nod, letting his wings fold comfortably on his back now that they were indoors. "I'm willing to bet you've got more refined tastes than the librarian." So, it seemed that Straken did have a bit of intelligence to his name. Maybe he just preferred being happy and bouncy as opposed to dumb and powerful? Then again, no one ever said you couldn't have both power and intelligence.
"Excellent mentality," Jaceen said in response to Straken's Ramathian comment. Perhaps she had been a little wrong about this guy. Although, it didn't really take a genius to memorize quotes and sayings by the handful. He did seem genuinely interested though. Jaceen slowly led Straken to the infirmary, her foot falls almost soundless upon the hard marble surface. "Janardan's another place that has a lot of history. From patrons, student committees, sports teams, and yes, well, the architecture as you said. They don't build too many buildings like this anymore. I'm actually rather proud to call it both my home and place of work." Jaceen blushed noticeably. She was rather certain that she was coming off as some sort of commercial advertisement. Listing all the ways just why Janardan was 'one of the best,' if not 'the best' school on Ramath-lehi. Most likely should could easily have gone on to list many more concrete reasons and supported them with facts as well. Straken, at least for the time being, had been spared. "I wouldn't say my reading selection is more refined, perhaps a little different though. Hm. Anyway, we'll get you fixed up in here." They had entered into the infirmary via its wide open doors. Wrapping along the sides of the main entrance room were wide rich brown padded benches. Several students sat scattered about. None of them seemed to be in too obvious pain, save for one dark blue and orange youngster whose breath was hitching in his throat as he fought back the flow of tears. A rather slow day for injuries it seemed. She helped Straken up to the infirmary's reception desk. "Do you want me to explain what happened, or do you want to?" She asked him. The office clerk working the afternoon shift glanced up at them, the pen he had been holding pausing in its frantic scribbling.
Straken caught a view of the young boy who seemed to be in a bit of pain, but he figured that the staff here could handle it better than he could. He looked over the desk at the lady behind there. He smiled and lifted his entire leg up, as though he had preformed a rather high sidekick. "I was out flying and got pie stuck on my wing and fell down due to a mocked control of air resistance then smashed a tree and hit the ground and such and I think I sprained my ankle." After this sudden and quite long-winded speech, Straken put his foot back down, still having an arm around Jaceen. Well crap, that had to be the longest breath someone had ever taken! He looked toward Jaceen and gave a smile, his free arm coming to rest behind his head once more. "I think that about sums it up." Well, if anything else, Straken was defiantly worth a laugh. Whether he was smart, a moron, or just good at memorizing, he seemed to be quite happy. And happiness was better than anger.
"Ah, it'll just be a moment," the clerk said after a moment's hesitation. "Take a seat if you like. It shouldn't be too long." They then looked a little questioningly at Jaceen. Jaceen chuckled and gave a dismissive wave of her hand. Obviously the desk clerk was curious as to who this fellow was and just where he had come from. "We'll talk later," Jaceen promised. She then guided Straken over toward the benches so that they could sit down. "There's currently three nurses on call," she said, indicating a sign with several names attached to it. She slipped out of Straken's grip so that he could sit down without hindrance. "Actually, it's not busy at all in here today. Well Straken, you sure picked a rather good time to come falling out of the sky."
Straken, after pulling up a chair and taking a seat, crossed his 'bad' leg over his good one. He then procceded to roll his pants up a tad, looking over it for a moment. It didn't look like it was swelling from a sprain, or anything like that. Damnit. He knew exactly what that meant. He probably broke the side of the foot. Great, he'd be in a cat for four weeks, and his movement would be severely limited. Ah well... He always wanted an excuse to catch up on his reading. "... Pumd. E fut hygemd vyj u tgjuem, ros es't gjyrurli rjycam..." Straken said these words very quietly, enough that it'd be hard for anyone to hear. Afterwards, he straightened up and smiled again, looking toward Jaceen once more. "Yeah, I'm pretty lucky when I do crash. I'm just happy I didn't land on my sword!" He gave a light shivver at the notion, then laughed once more. He looked around for a moment, then adjusted himself in the seat a bit, seemingly a tad uncomfortable. "... Us lauts es't mys u voll hytgesul..." Straken tended to slip into Ramathian whenever he got a tad nervous. Wait, did that mean he was afraid of hospitals? Oho! What a less-than-dramatic fear.
"Very lucky," Jaceen emphasized with good humour. She'd alreadly gone through a list of more severe possibilities in her own mind. Whether this was just a sprain, or some kind of fracture, Straken was incredibly lucky that there hadn't been any more damage done to him. By the sound of it though, it didn't seem like he was a stranger to crashes... Jaceen straightened her posture, looking at Straken as he shifted and then spoke in quiet Ramathian. For a moment, she didn't know what to say. His expression was familiar. The way his body had sort of shifted and shrunk into itself... why that... Jaceen's face broke into a gentle smile. She'd accompanied many youngsters to the infirmary before. Some were indifferent to the place. Some resigned to fate or out cold. Some completely terrified. Others scared. Straken seemed scared, or at least ill at ease. She patted him on the shoulder and then spoke reassuringly. "Iat, es't qots u lessla gluka. E pym's shemc umi hujn fell kyna sy iyo haja. Abajiyma et sjuemap sy py shaej qyr, ump sy py es fall."
