Fully expecting the man to simply shout some more, Dalonia tensed when he stepped forward and when she backed into the desk, hauled her up over his shoulder. It didn't do much for her healing wounds but her rage dulled any pain. A shriek of sheer frustration escaped her but as she was hanging she couldn't reach any of the man's weapons as he carried out into the tunnel and towards her room. Dalosk slipped out of the room behind them, growling under his breath. Thief and Pest swooped through the air around the pair, the former less than pleased and the later actually landing on Dalonia's backside, eliciting another frustrate snarl.
"I'm going to murder you, T'kar! Put me down. NOW!"
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 20, 2015 16:18:24 GMT -8
“I’ll gladly put you down, but wherever I do so is where you’re going to sleep. I thought we’d already decided that the floor didn’t make such a nice bed?” It may not have been his brightest idea to date, reminding her of that, but the lead in had just been too good.
“Besides,” he added, ignoring the still swooping Thief as only someone with long experience with firelizards could. Well, long experience and four flitts of his own none of which would tolerate the brown making a move at him. “We’re almost to your room, and what would be the point in stopping so short of the goal?” Ignoring Dalosk, admittedly, took a little bit more work, but… he was committed, now.
Opening Dalonia’s door one handed, T’kar carried her over to her bed and dumped her onto it. “Now, about that nap we were discussing?”
"You..." Whatever she was going to say, if she had words at all, dissolved into a snarl as she balled a hand into a fist and slammed it into his side, right about where his kidney would be. She still didn't like to talk about that night or what she could remember of it. Honestly she was tired and grumpy enough that if she'd had a knife she might have stabbed the dragonrider in a nonvital spot. His backside was well within reach.
Hissing as she was dumped onto the bed, there was murder in Dalonia's eyes as she tried to pop up out of the bed once Moe though it was low and soft and seemed to be intent on sucking her in. "Yer the most insufferable, arrogant..."
Dalosk settled in his own bed and Thief and Pest took up their usual spots, the head of the bed and the back of a chair respectively.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 21, 2015 12:31:44 GMT -8
T’kar hissed when Dalonia’s fist slammed into his side. There might have been a ‘shardit woman’, buried in that hiss, but it wasn’t clearly audible. Dalonia might be annoying, infuriating, ridiculous, the list went on, but she definitely knew exactly where to hit. Although, why she insisted on practicing the blows on him…
Couldn’t she hit her brothers like that, he growled silently, even as he continued to point out that they were almost to her room.
T’kar folded his arms and watched Dalonia impassively as she tried to pop back up out of the bed. “Yes, I am,” he informed her, completely deadpan. “You’re still going to take a nap.” Jerking his head, he indicated the bed that Dalosk had settled onto. “Look, even Dalosk agrees that it’s nap time.” Although, to be fair, some of that was probably that by Dalosk’s lights this was an absolutely ridiculously early hour to be up at. At least, T’kar hoped it was that they’d gotten up early, rather than stayed up since the beginning of the prior night. Knowing Dalonia though…
There were so many reasons that Dalonia froze when it came to her brothers. That had psychologically conditioned her not to fight back and though she tried it was still difficult to get past the years of fear and torment. She was a grown woman and they made her feel like she was a helpless child all over again; at the mercy of their anger and depraved minds. T'kar on the other hand had only once given her serious cause to fear for her safety and she had ended up punching his dragon in the nose as a result.
Though, when he agreed with her, her eyes flashed with annoyance. Snarling, she didn't bother to look over at Dalosk who was watching the pair with no intention of napping until his handler was more settled. Though to be fair, he'd been able to doze while Dalonia had been going through accounts like a rabid dog intent on her target. "Yer treatin' me like a fardling child!" She snapped as she rolled to the edge of the mattress and pushed herself up.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 22, 2015 13:24:19 GMT -8
T’kar would dearly have loved to inform Dalonia that she had no right to be angry about being treated like a child when she was so determinedly acting like one… except that he could think of nothing more childish to be pointing out. Nope, that wasn’t going to happen.
He wasn’t about to let Dalonia get away with getting out of bed though, not when she was running on so little sleep it was truly amazing that she could stand up. He didn’t bother trying to grab her again and throw her onto it. That was a loosing game. She’d be able to keep getting up longer than he could keep throwing. No, he just caught hold of her, pushing just enough to make her lose her balance before he fell, dragging her down onto the bed with him.
“Will you just get some sharding sleep before your shift starts?” he demanded.
In truth, her body wanted nothing more than to sink into the mattress and pass out, but stubborn and determined as she was, Dalonia was adamant that she finish her task. With war on the horizon she didn't want anyone to question where her loyalties lay. What's more, she'd more or less claimed Rainbow Mist as her home and therefore all the residents were hers to protect. She took her duties far too seriously but failure was hard for her. It made her anxious and paranoid though it generally translated into being surly and ornery even.
But when T'kar grabbed hold of her and pushed her back even as he dropped onto the bed, there was little enough strength left in her to fight. Snarling, she tried to break his hold but she couldn't. Toppling onto the bed beside him. Dalosk grumbled and Thief hissed. Pest squealed and skittered out of the way as the pair flopped onto the bed. Growling, Dalonia tried to twist out of his grasp, a hand going to one of the many hidden knives she carried, having half a mind to stab the man for even daring to grab her like this.
She tried to tell him off, to form words but all that came out was a frustrated shriek as she twisted around to face him and abandoning the attempt to get a knife, simply shoved at him.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 23, 2015 3:48:32 GMT -8
As a measure of how frustrated he was, T’kar hadn’t even noticed that his planned trajectory for himself and Dalonia would take them directly into Pest’s space. Nor, in truth was he able to dwel long upon the fact, being immediately forced to attempt to prevent Dalonia twisting out of his grasp and going for her knives. Not that he would have minded letting go of her, letting her have some space, but he strenuously objected to the idea of getting stabbed, so…
“Dalonia, by the first egg I’ll let go of you and get off your bed if you just sharding agree to take a flaming nap already!” he snapped, rocking as much as possible with the force of her shove. “You’re exhausted!”
“For the last time woman,” he continued, ignoring the little voice in his head whispering I wish, “you can’t sharding do your job right if you are too exhausted to think.”
The look that Dalonia gave T'kar when she finally managed to wriggle around and face him was positively mutinous. She opened her mouth to snarl at him only a yawn grabbed hold and nearly popped her jaw. The soft mattress was working its magic on her body and however much she wanted to stay awake and work on finding that lost egg, she was slowly losing the battle.
Holding herself stiffly, trying not to let herself relax into the mattress she focused on simply scowling at T'kar. Her eyes were a bit bloodshot and every now and then her lids would droop before snapping open once more. "I'm fine."
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 23, 2015 12:30:47 GMT -8
T’kar raised an eyebrow as Dalonia lay there completely stiff, trying to glare at him with bloodshot eyes and insisting she was fine, even while the lids kept trying to droop. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to wake her up any further by providing an auditory stimulus. He wanted her to finish falling asleep. Which, from the way she looked, couldn’t possibly take that long. Of course, knowing Dalonia…
T’kar heaved a purely mental sigh. He was probably going to be stuck here much longer than he’d planned on.
The dozing and waking continued for nearly twenty minutes before Dalonia's eyes closed and didn't open. Her body was still held stiff for a minute or two longer before her head sunk into the pillow and her expression softened. Her breathing was starting to even out but her arms were still folded, her fingers clenched. She wasn't going to give up without a fight apparently.