You're starting to think you'll feel excluded from any group. All of your highblood classmates look down on you for your blood, and many refuse to talk to you outright: they'll all be heading off to ships and colony planets, but you're the only student, save for the four sweep old Dammeo, who will be sent to the caverns. Why bother making connections with the girl they'll never see again, when they're surrounded with children they might be stationed with?
You've never had that problem with lowbloods. Jade is rare enough that most think you're just olive, and you've always been treated like one of them. But at times like these, when they're all doing strange things like they're perfectly normal...
It's almost a relief when you notice the way that Pheres is drowsing, half-perched on Riccin's shoulder. You've read about the dangers of sunlight: it's important to know, for all that it doesn't apply personally. And sleepiness, all of the guides said, is one of the first signs of danger.
You gently tug a water bottle free from your decimal sylladex, where it's been catalogued as 600.641 (Food & Drink), and head over. You tap him on the shoulder, carefully, and holds out the water bottle. "Excuse me, Pheres," you say. "Um. You should drink this."
"It's water with additional electrolytes added in order to prevent dehydration." He's already drank contaminated liquid once tonight, and you don't want him to be unaware, or worry. "You've been in the sun for a great deal of time, so you should rehydrate."
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You've never had that problem with lowbloods. Jade is rare enough that most think you're just olive, and you've always been treated like one of them. But at times like these, when they're all doing strange things like they're perfectly normal...
It's almost a relief when you notice the way that Pheres is drowsing, half-perched on Riccin's shoulder. You've read about the dangers of sunlight: it's important to know, for all that it doesn't apply personally. And sleepiness, all of the guides said, is one of the first signs of danger.
You gently tug a water bottle free from your decimal sylladex, where it's been catalogued as 600.641 (Food & Drink), and head over. You tap him on the shoulder, carefully, and holds out the water bottle. "Excuse me, Pheres," you say. "Um. You should drink this."
"It's water with additional electrolytes added in order to prevent dehydration." He's already drank contaminated liquid once tonight, and you don't want him to be unaware, or worry. "You've been in the sun for a great deal of time, so you should rehydrate."