Her chuckle sounds approvingly between his ears :Not a bad idea. I am - there's no point in false modesty - as a healer I'm not what I should be, but what I should be is very good indeed. When my friend burned... Boy, if you ever seal your soul to something, don't make it a library.:
Need gives him a few other pointers about running and just soaks in the vicarious sense of it. She doesn't, as a rule, regret binding herself to a sword, but part of the appeal of being around fighters is their physicality, their weight in the real world. It helps her remember that she was human too.
:Remember momentum when you stop, and brace against it. Ready? Stop!: They've burst out into a little tableau - a collapsed tent with hoofprints across the top, a cook with a thinly-crying baby bound to her chest hacking frantically at the canvas with a butcher's knife. Someone's trapped and thrashing and probably in some danger under there. Need doesn't tell Raistlin what to do in words but there is a very pointed sense of expectation.
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Need gives him a few other pointers about running and just soaks in the vicarious sense of it. She doesn't, as a rule, regret binding herself to a sword, but part of the appeal of being around fighters is their physicality, their weight in the real world. It helps her remember that she was human too.
:Remember momentum when you stop, and brace against it. Ready? Stop!: They've burst out into a little tableau - a collapsed tent with hoofprints across the top, a cook with a thinly-crying baby bound to her chest hacking frantically at the canvas with a butcher's knife. Someone's trapped and thrashing and probably in some danger under there. Need doesn't tell Raistlin what to do in words but there is a very pointed sense of expectation.