Tygara Tigers [Ryn]

[Coci Heavenshield]

Tygara​

after the battle​

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[member="Ryn'Dhal"]​

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Ordered to go to the combat triage, Abaigeal lay on a stretcher her body aching. She feels the fatigue, not only of body but mind as well. The focus used to concentrate on the force when in battle had taken a toll. But she is fine nothing a little rest would not fix. Sio was just being 'motherly' and had sent her there to the healers. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking around at all the wounded more in need of help than she, although she had a rather deep gash on her leg, the result of a fallen rock which had struck her. She does not recall feeling the pain but still probably would not have worried her had it.

Abaigeal noticed a man working on a the wounded, she recognised him as the Padawan that had come to her call to help removed the injured from the cave. Well they both found more than what they had expected. She tries to remember his name, in the battle words had got confused or not heard at all. Ryn .. something... her mind played with the name. She saw him stand up, finished with one of the patients .. he looked tired too. Still on duty it seemed.

"Hey Ryn!", she called out, decided there and then that would be what she would call him, whether he liked it or not. "You ever take a break?".

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

The padawans mask -was- fairly unique, so it would stand to hazard that his combat-ally would easily recognize him. He had maintained mental stock of her location in the Triage tent ever since she was first brought in, swimming in and out of consciousness. It was funny, as it was not the hostile natives what almost subdued [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] , but a combination of battle-fatigue, and a naturally hostile environment. The bandage she bore to halt the blood till a healer had gotten to her had been put in place by Ryn himself. And when his name was called, he visibly perked up, turning his golden gaze quickly to his injured ally.

A weary grin was unseen under his mask, as he gave an almost non-committal shrug in reply. He quickly glanced to the senior triage doctor, whom gave the padawan an approving nod to take Aba as his patient. Coming over to her cot, a soft, musical chortle could be heard from behind the mask. "You know the old adage. 'I can rest when I am dead,' correct?" He spoke, his voice soft, and naturally soothing. One would -almost- be willing to suspect Force influence, but in truth Ryn'Dhal was just a naturally soothing entity.

Examining his bandage, his golden hues danced and glinted behind his mask, before locking contact with Abaigeal's own. "May I remove the bandage? I believe I have just enough in me to finish healing your wound." He waited patiently for her to reply, before texting his hands spring into action. After deftly removing the bandage, he used his limited mastery of the Force to cloud her perception of any sensation of the wound. Had he tried to mask anything larger from her perception, he would have indeed had a struggle on his hands, but given the small scale of the deception, Ryn had relative ease. Working to clean the wound, prepping it for healing, as it would do no good to simply seal infectious elements inside a wound, Ryn's special brand of Force persuasion kept Aba from even noticing his hands at work.

After a few moments, his tools were laid down, and the focusing crystal was taken out. He began focusing, channeling the Force through it. Concentrating on the wound, sinews of flesh, connective tissue, and eventually skin as well stitched itself back together. Before long, her leg was as good as new, and her fellow padawan would be supporting himself with gloved hands gripping the edge of her cot as he panted. "It is.... Taxing.... But.... The rewards...." He looked up, a smile evident in his golden eyes, glinting through those thin slits, "worth it..."

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

"Well that adage seems rather final to me", she smiled. "Yes take a look, but I am fine really", she added but found herself winching was he removed the coverings. As Ryn worked his healing magic on her skin, she watched as the flesh began to almost glow. Little by little, she felt the knitting beneath her skin, it did not hurt, and she knew Ryn was blocking that from her. It was amazing to watch, even on her own body.

Once he was done, evidence of his fatigue clear, Abaigeal gingerly pushed her legs over the edge of the cot, "Here sit down next to me", she ordered patting the cot beside her. She took the time to look around more, the other healers working tirelessly through the triage. A strong sense of the light side billowing against her body and entering her soul. It is refreshing to say the least and that alone would calm one.

"How are the wounded we got out of the caves?", she asked. "Oh and thank you for coming, I needed you in there".

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Easing onto the cot, groaning slightly from the soreness spreading through his body from the exertion of healing all those people. After a moment to steady himself, he turned his mask towards [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] , a smile glinting in his eyes. "Those I healed in the caves have finished their healing already and are out in recovering and being processed to be reunited with families." He seemed quite pleased with his accomplishments. "And the last that we carried out due to the rush, and my being unable to heal them before we fled, is over there," he nodded, motioning to someone rising from their cot and shaking a healers hand enthusiastically, "ready to head out whole once again."

He turned his masked face once again to Aba's, that smile still evident in those eyes through the slits, and audibly within his voice as he spoke, "And as for rendering you aid, it was an honor and a pleasure." He stated this, with a slight bow of his head. "I was never one to just sit idly by. Then again, it's also why I earned so many marks!" An almost musical laugh was given, as he gave a long, broad stretch. One would not think that just performing healings would cause such a grand tax on one physically! Ryn was certain he'd end up sleeping QUITE well this night!

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

She leaned forward looking up into his mask, noticing the sparkling in his eyes. Unique to say the least and so too his voice. Abaigeal had never met anyone that sounded so lyrical. This, of course, raised her curiosity. There was no way she could see through the thick fascade but that never stops one from trying.

Motioning to the wounded still waiting to return to their families, she smiled knowing she had helped them .. live. He, however, had done far more and given them their health so they would be able to rejoin them. "Oh the honour is not in fighting alongside me, but in save them", she nodded toward the wounded he had healed.

"What do you mean by 'marks'?", she wondered and wondered if maybe that is why he wears the mask. "I .. Hope I am not prying".

Making an attempt to stand, she gingerly made it to her feet, no long able to remain in the cot. Abaigeal is one of these people that cannot sit still for more than five minutes. "I need to stretch my legs", she said just in case he would protest at his patient. But her legs felt good, strong again. The only remaining pain in the cut but that too had lessened. "Hey you did a great job!". She flexed her leg and was happy with the results. "How are you with old scars". She added than realised what she had asked.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

"I did what I could, as you yourself did." He replied with a gentle nod to [member="Abaigeal E'ron"]. His eyes then traced about the triage, as he softly spoke, "A little later..." in reply to her question of his marks. He noted a new arrival to triage, and actually offered an arm for support if needed as Aba rose. "It seems your recovery spot is in need of a new occupant!" His voice flitted about with his trademark musical playfulness.

Following her to the entrance of the tent, the head doctor mentioned for Ryn to take a break, as too much more exertion would find the young padawan as a patient himself! As they strolled about, she asked him of healing old scars, and that melodic laugh sprang forth again. "Alas, no. I have not mastered the healing arts to such a degree as of yet."

"And as for your question of my marks..." He had conveniently waited till they were outside of earshot of others. "I was born a slave. Subservience without recompense sat quite ill with me. Let us just say, I found the 'discipline' end of the masters whip more often than most. But, I always could endure more than most...." He seemed to stare off, lost momentarily in though.

Then a short shake of his face, followed by a laugh. "Oh!" He turned quickly to face Aba. "You think the mask is to hide scars, don't you?" He shook his head, waving a gloved hand dismissing the thought. "Much like a child may have a favorite blanket to calm oneself, a safety tool, a comforter, I have my mask, my hood, and my gloves." He motioned to his attire as a whole, which hid his being entirely. Had it not been for the naturally masculine nature of his voice, it would not be inconceivable to think Ryn gender-less on sight, his appearance completely androgynous.

"I am unsure how others would perceive me, and to protect myself, and those around me, I remain hidden, even in plain sight." He said, golden eyes staring through the thin slits of his mask at his gloved hands.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

Each step she took, pain shot up her leg but Abaigeal did not feel it, her body liking it. It is a strange thing to relish pain, physical pain but her blood in this case, an advantage over most. She listened to him talk about his past in silence. What can one say to someone who had been given a bad start to life, thrust upon them without their consent. "I know of scars given by evil hands, I am covered in them as well", she said softly. "I too hide them, vanity probably but still .. ", she did not finish her sentence, she did not want to voice her insecurities.

"If you wear the mask not cover your scars, then why do you?", she more curious now and any manners and flown away. Abaigeal turned to face him, his eyes are almost hypnotic as they sparkle a golden hew. He is almost otherworldly, but she senses his aura as not.

"What are truly hiding from? .. what others might think? or what you think of yourself". She could probably learn to listen to her own advice.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

He chuckled darkly. "The only others of my kind are slaves." He stated flatly. The was no soft way to say it. "I have never seen another of my kind free. I keep myself hidden, because I do not wish to ever find myself in chains again. To show my face, would be to paint a target upon myself, 'look here, lost property!', and I'd rather avoid that confrontation if at all possible...."

He seemed with withdraw a little further into himself, gloved hands grasping the sleeve-covered upper arms on the opposing sides of his body. He looked up at the woman, nearly a head taller than himself. "I wish I knew what it was like, to not stand out so glaringly in a crowd. Twi'leks, Torgruta, and even Zabraks, have little to fear in general, un shrouded in the public eye."

He shook his head slightly, and heaved an almost dejected sounding sigh. His gaze lowered, falling upon [member="Abaigeal E'ron"]'s feet. "I just.... I don't know.... Wish I was accepted...."

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

"I am sorry! I did not mean to pry", she said now wishing she had not asked. But clearly he needed to be able to speak words that have been hidden in his mind probably for a long time. "You are with the Silvers right? a Jedi? .. for that alone, you already have a target on your back regardless of your race or heritage".

"Yes there are many in the galaxy who's lives start off without freedom, you have escaped that life so don't waste it .. I know you wont but, maybe your path is not only as a healer but as a warrior for your people". She stopped him by placing her hand on his arm, and turned directly to face him.

"It is your choice to remain hidden, yours alone. But you will never help your people by remaining behind a shroud. Show the galaxy what you are, be proud of it and fight for it, fight for them your people". She had no clue as to who he is and yes she is curious but her words are spoken in order to help not convince him to undo his robe and mask. "Why would they not accept you? The Silvers are Jedi, that would not in their mandate to do such a thing, to shun you .. no you are wrong on that account".

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

"You are alright. Your questions are ones that have needed to be asked for quite some time." Ryn'Dhal spoke softly. He was startled slightly by the sudden physical contact, innocent and small as it was. He was unable to suppress a faint flinch when she grabbed his arm and turned to face him.

Yes, he was a Silver Jedi Padawan, and he knew that did place a certain amount of hatred and malice directed upon his person. But she was also right in her questioning about the Silvers accepting him. They never ASKED what he was under the robes and mask. They just accepted him as he was. Why wouldn't they accept him in the open? Why would the surrender him back into slavery? He had no real reason for his fears, but oftentimes fear is irrational, as is this case. He knew deep down he had no reason to fear the safety of his identity, but.... there it was.

"Perhaps... perhaps I shall.... I will need time to work towards that though...." He said, truly unsure of what to do or think, his emotions a whirling storm wroth with confusion.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

She removed her hand quickly, her touch had clearly unsettled him and she did not want that. Although she had only just met Ryn, she liked him. A gentle soul he is and someone Abaigeal thought would be a nice person to get to know. "I am sorry, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable". She meant that not just for the touch but the topic.

As they walked, she realised that they had no real direction, until she spotted the mess tent. "Shall we .. ", she pointed to it hoping that might be a good distraction for them both, that and her leg was starting to ache again.

"It is not easy is it? to reveal what lay beneath, and I am not just talking about removing a mask". It had taken Abaigeal a long time before she opened up about her recent past, and still not all had been dealt with. But she is lucky to have Sio in her life now and some other good friends that help.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

A distraction, as the padawan was still unready to lift his last bastion of defense between himself and the world around him, was quite desirable at the moment. Ryn would nod to [member="Abaigeal E'ron"], allowing her to take the lead slightly, towards the mess-tent. He'd reach past her as they arrived, pulling back the flap to allow her entrance before him. He would have gone about acquiring her a mug of something warm, and tasty, to enjoy while they conversed further.

But no sooner had he sat down to continue their conversation, did one of the medical staff hurry into the tent, looking about in some distress. She'd spot the easily recognizable mask, and rush over. "Ryn'Dhal, a new number of wounded arrived, and we're getting swamped. The Head-Doctor sent me to fetch you!" The padawan grimaced under his mask. He wanted to help, yes, but he still hadn't fully recovered from the last onslaught of wounded. But, one must do what they can for the greater good, right?

Looking back to Abaigeal, the masked padawan bowed his head. "I am sorry to cut our conversation so short.... But, as you see, I am needed." He'd rise up, and turn to walk away. But, before taking that first step towards the exit, he'd look back once more. "I thank you. You've set my mind on a path of thought I'd tried avoiding, but with better reasoning with which to embark upon said path. I think.... I think the day.... that I show the Coalition who the man behind the mask is.... is not too terribly far off...."

He'd smile warmly, said smile reflecting both in those golden eyes, and in that soothing, melodic voice. "And perhaps, after I recognize myself for who I am, and not my mask, I'll seek you out again to continue our chat." Turning full to face her once more, he'd give a proper bow, before righting himself up and striding away. A small movement would likely catch Abaigeal's eye. Did... his belt... did his belt just twitch!?