The Dragonbond Program discussion

Halls

Adara sat down in a hallway, feeling very ill. She clutched her head, even Razeth curling sickly in his bag. The last she remembered was the classroom. And she felt very ill after waking from her room.

Connor stopped walking when he saw a girl sitting there holding her head. " are you alright?" He bent down to get eye level with her.

"I dunno," she said, the aftereffects of a forced bond really hurting her head. She felt crummy enough to vomit on his toes, but held it back. "I think I'm sick..." She rubbed her forehead.

" please don't get me sick" Connor stood up. " where you headed anywhere? I could help you. I may even have something you can drink that may make you feel better." He adjusted his swords on his back, making sure they didn't get in the way.

"I wanted to go to- to the infirmary," she whispered, "I woke up in bed not knowing how I got there and feeling like crud." She curled tighter, arm looped through her backpack strap.

" ok come on kid" Connor held out his hand for her to take. " the infirmary is where your headed now"

"Thanks," she said, pulling her bag up over her shoulder. "I don't want to get you sick..."

Connor dropped his hand, " you probably wouldn't get me sick. Now come on, before you get someone else sick"

(( how old is she?))

((It fluctuates. -_- She was 17 at first, then Lynds requested she be aged to 24. I think she's still mainly 17, though.))

"Okay," she agreed, standing and stumbling. "I feel like barfing."

" uh.. Please don't. I wouldn't want to wash my armour in the water here." He smiles.

(( Connor is 18))

"It's clean water," she groaned, looking down at the floor. "I'm okay. I can handle myself." She clenched her teeth together, sweating.

(( to the infirmary?))

((Yup.))

Winter slunk along looking for some place that had to do with medicine or something. The wounds at this point were throbbing and cakes with brown dried blood. She looked like a mess with her hair in a wild fray.

((Join in the infirmary?))

((Yep thats the plan))

Seraphina walked down the hallway with Ryn toward the dorms.

"If we find any brain dead students, don't let them know we're not like them. Last tome they figured that out, I ended up with a concussion," Ryn was saying.

She nodded. She wasn't the best actress, but, well... She would try.

"Good enough," Ryn muttered, turning right on the hall that led to the girls' dorms.

"You have a concussion?" She askedas they turned the corner, suddenly concerned.

"I'm no doctor, but judging by all that dizziness and blurriness at first, and later by the short term memory loss, yeah, I've got something. Maybe not a concussion, remember, not a doctor, but..." Ryn trailed off and shrugged. As long as her brain still worked and she could still fight, she wasn't going to let it bother her.

She nodded as they walked down the hallway. A concussion wasn't good, she knew, but it wasn't as if there was anything they could do about it at the moment...

((Hmmm... Now would be a good time to meet someone else, but I don't have any other people... Or for them to get separated, etc...))

((Andra, my dragon Iolanthe and Phina are to be bonded, and I want them to talk a little bit. Do you mind if I bring Iola over? ))

((I don't mind :) ))

Iola entered the halls, thinking about the headmaster. She had sensed evil vibes coming off of him, but no one else had seemed to. What was happening?

((Wait, is it my turn then? Oops, sorry!))

Ryn turned suddenly at the sound of quiet dragon steps, dagger in hand seamlessly. The aftereffects of the turn were not so seamless though, as her head pounded and she unbalanced, taking a few steps back to regain her balance.

She turned as well, automatically reaching out to grab her arm as she stumbled backwards.

"Easy there!" said Iola as she saw the girl before her turn around with a dagger in hand. She probably suspected that Iola was about to harm her, and she had good reason too, with all the stuff that happened in the last few days. "Don't worry, I won't harm you."

Ryn nodded her thanks to Phina, regaining her footing. She didn't put the dagger away however. "Isn't that what they all say before they toast you to a crisp?" she muttered optimistically, not taking her eyes off the dragon.

"I... I think I met this one. She was nice. As if it matters, now..."

Iola heard them talking,saw and the girl glaring at her. She went ahead and said, "Hello, I'm Iolanthe. I'm not here to harm you, rather, I'm running away from the harmful vibes I'm getting."

"Nice to meet you, yes, very nice, but I'd rather seem paranoid than be dead." Ryn leaned back against the stone wall, dagger geld lightly in her hand.

"Are you awake?"

"You have good reason to be, with all that's happened in the past few days. "

"You have good reason to be, with all that's happened in the past few days. "

"At least you understand," Ryn replied, not smiling, but no longer scowling either.

She remained where she was, unsure of whether to trust her or not.

((Hey, either of you there?))

The headmaster swooped down the hallway, searching for that girl.

((Well, that's exciting... ;)))

She froze at the sound of footsteps, and ducked behind a column automatically. She was a bit slow, though...

The headmaster smirked. "Ah, playing a game, are you? Only, where are your little friends?" his cane clacked on the ground.

"F-friends?" She asked, biting her lip, grateful that the other two at least had had the sense to get out if the way.

"I know them, their names, their bonds. They can run. I don't mind. I'd like to speak to you on what happened in my office."

They don't have bonds... She thought to herself. So he doesn't know everything... "What did you want to talk about, sir?"

"Everything you saw in my office. I believe I'll be... persuasive." He put a heavy hand on her shoulder. "If you'd come with me."