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[socrowdedinhere]

*A j'har boy will approach Warrik.  He's maybe Talim's age, and the heartbreak on his face is clear.  He goes right to Warrik and falls into the man's arms*

Warrik: *HUGS the boy, voice soft, though Quin will hear* I know, son.  I'm sorry. *a few tears slip down his own cheeks*

Quin: ................... *backs away as far as he can get, from them, from everyone, just...presses to a far wall, arms folded and head bowed - he's so spent from everything and then the LONG ride, he's exhausted and sore and numb...and grieving, for them and himself...just wants to disappear*

Vashti: *steps up to him, voice soft* Come with me, Harlequin.

Quin: *can't quite keep from shying from her, legs going a bit weak at her words - they're also SCREAMING in pain from the ride, so he's walking carefully at best . . . b-but he just n-nods and moves to follow*

Vashti: *leads him to a room on the ground floor.  There are a number of empty beds in here and she'll motion for him to go sit on one.  There's also an elderly amin* Rashek...

Rashek: *turns* Vashti.  Oh, hello. *noticing Quin*

Vashti: This is Harlequin.  He has had a long hard day of riding, something he is not used to doing.  A little something to ease his pain to help him sleep, please.

Rashek: Certainly.  Just sit there a moment, lad, while I get something together.

Quin: ........*looks up at her briefly at that - /ease/ his pain?...figured she was going to get his flogging over with...drops his gaze again, sitting quietly*

Rashek: *turns back to Quin with some tea and a little something for him to chew for a few minutes.*  This will ease your pain and help the muscles relax.  

Quin: Thank you, sir. *will accept what's given to him*

Rashek: *pats his shoulder* There's a good lad. *he turns to Vashti* I heard that Rai died today...?

Vashti: *nods* A tragic accident. 

Quin: It's...why I'm here, sir.

Rashek: *gives Vashti a frown...and pats Quin's arm* An accident.  I believe that it was just an accident.  I'm sorry you're so far from home.

Quin: *shrugs* It's the law. Forty lashes and a year in slavery, either to the owner of the slave that was killed or whoever bought me from the market if she didn't want me.

Rashek: *doesn’t say it, but glances at Vashti again...she had the option of letting him go without consequence too...* At least you will be home soon.

Vashti: Half a year...

 

((Character List:
Terris
Ziomi
Wes
Mitham
Naijah
Khepri
Zera
Talim
Jerrica
Jimn
Nyri
Jendayi
Ilmari
Raizen
Daithi
Patch
Quin
Tam
Rihn
Optimus
Horses: Rory and Toby
Fox – Squeak
Goat – Crackers
 
Family Acquaintances - Lyria, Darien, Soren, and Dycus
Lunnaei, Kalan, Darden, Aren, Mairi, Klatu, and a few unnamed others...
Vashti, Warrik, Tyli, Rashek))

Comments

[socrowdedinhere]

Warrik: You've nothing to apologize for. I'm willing to bet you've had a harder day than the rest of us. *will gently wake Skif.* Time for bed, son.
Skif: *sharp intake of breath as he wakes.* Hm? Oh! Am I late?! *looks around* Huh?
Warrik: *chuckles* Still night, son. Time for bed.
Skif: *melts a bit* Oh good. *will drag himself to his feet, bleary eyed and ready to fall asleep again*
Warrik: Let me get him to bed, then I'll show you our room.

[dragondancer5150]

Quin: *…”our” room?...so he’s sharing…okay - nods* Yes, of course. *will settle uncomfortably on one of the lounge sofas*

[socrowdedinhere]

Bixby: *will climb up into his lap.* Prrew.
Warrik: *will lead Skiff out.*

[dragondancer5150]

Quin: ………………. *does he treat her like a person or stroke her like a pet* Bixby? Is that what Warrik called you? Are you an amin? *since she’s not actually spoken…maybe she’s something else, like the opposite of an Inriomai, looks like a member of a speech-capable species but isn’t*

[socrowdedinhere]

Bixby: *grins at him and nods.* Prrt!

[dragondancer5150]

Quin: …can you speak? You’re obviously not mute, not like Rihn…

[socrowdedinhere]

Bixby: *headtilt, purrpurrpurr.*
Warrik: *stepping back in at that.* She is in a sense. She's never said a word, though as far as we can tell she's healthy, and clearly /able/ to produce sounds. She seems happy. I will give you warning now, though, she falls asleep in the strangest places and at the strangest times.

[dragondancer5150]

Quin: ………….. *small frown, looking down at her* That doesn’t sound healthy…

[socrowdedinhere]

Warrik: I know, and I can't deny that it worries us often, but as far as we've been able to find, she's fine. It's thought there's something not working quite right in her brain. *little shrug.*

[dragondancer5150]

Quin: I see… *will stand to follow Warrik, gently shifting Bixby off his lap to do so*

[socrowdedinhere]

Bixby: *will easily shift, then stand to follow.*
Warrik: *smiles* She seems to like you. She'll probably try to cuddle with you tonight. If you rather she didn't, let me know.

[dragondancer5150]

Quin: …………I don’t mind. *he’s grown used to having so /many/ around him…*

[socrowdedinhere]

Warrik: *nods* If you change your mind, don't hesitate to say so. *leads Quin to his room. The room is nice, decent sized without being too big or too small. The two beds are nice, with a chest at the end of end of each, and a dog is curled up on one.* That bed is open. We'll get you changes of clothes and toiletries tomorrow.