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BTW everyone, Nahim really does not like being an emperor’s son often, and wishes he had a physical or mental disability. He also turns into a different person around medical needles. He almost goes mad around them.
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Ugh, needles. I hate needles. The mere idea of pricking my finger sends shivers down my spine.
Saoirse
“Other people care about their broken toes.” Saoirse pointed out. “Emperor’s son? I know one of those. Not a fan. What’s that?” She gestured at the reptilian creature. “I’ve never seen something like that before.”
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Because of Alpha’s background, he’s fine with sewing pins and needles but medical needles for shots make him go mad. That’s why Nar has knock out pills in her bag.
Nahim Jr.
“This is Jaz.” Jaz trilled warmly, contrasting Jr’s cold words. She twitched her tail and looked longingly at the woman with her viridian hue eyes, hoping for a good scratch.
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I see. Does Jr. have any history with medical needles?
Saoirse
Saoirse cocked her head. “Hello, Jaz. But what is– he? She?”
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He was created in a lab, and had many injections as a young child. Because of this, he’s mentally sensitive. It’s actually one of his greatest fears.
Nahim Jr.
“A dragon. What else?”
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Ah…
Saoirse
“Oh, is that what they look like?” Saoirse asked, “Huh. I thought they’d be bigger. And scarier. And just generally more lethal.”
She absently pulled out a knife and started tossing it into the air and catching it by the blade.
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Saoirse’s world has dragons, but nobody ever sees them.
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Nahim Jr.
Jr grabbed her wrist steadying the knife.
“Can you throw that and hit a target dead center at fifty paces?”
"You need French Toast."
Riina
“Now what do you suppose we’re supposed to do?” said Riina, putting her hands on her hips and looking around.
“You’re the one who wanted to come here,” said Vlydia. “This is dance practice, so I suppose we’re supposed to dance.”
“Yeah, well no one’s telling us what to do, so I figure we just wait until they start yelling at us. Ooh!” She broke off. “Hey look more people with boots! I’m gonna jump over there! See you around!”
“No, wait!” protested Vlydia, but Riina ignored her as she stepped forward through a portal she created in front of her.
She arrived a few feet away from the girl with light hair and the young man with a reptilian creature over his shoulder. “Greetings, fellow rebels!” she said. “Nice boots! Not as nice as mine of course but still.”
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“If I was anyone else I’d be rather alarmed that you want to know, but I’m me, so… possibly.” Saoirse said, “My knife-throwing skills are a bit rusty. Being a lady doesn’t leave one much time for knife-throwing. Who do you need me to throw it at?”
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Oop, sorry, lag. I guess Riina can show up right after Saoirse said that.
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Sure!
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Jr scowled at knew arrival. Jaz trilled.
“Sorry, I left my nice boots at home.” He turned back to the first lady.
“I ask because…wait, are you like my sis and only practise two hours a day?”
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Saoirse
Saoirse ignored the newcomer. She already reminded her far too much of Prione, and not in a good way.
“I usually don’t have that much time.” She said, “I have a lot of other stuff to see to. And some people say I should pay more attention to how to un-stab people.”
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Nahim Jr
“Barely any time! I spend my day sparring with Onyx and getting beatup, while I practise! What else is there to do?!”
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