Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
04.Feb.14, 07:18 AM
Casa trudged into the room, nodding a soft acknowledgement to the healer without much thought. She waved him back to his oil for the moment, sliding into the seat quietly for a moment. She wasn't in a huge rush, and realized that he must be exhausted - he'd been doing nothing but working since that horrific night. He so rarely got a break to just relax, and here she was, interrupting him. He looked like she felt, and she felt guilty for coming, even though she knew it was time to have the stitches out, even if her collar bone wasn't done healing yet. She tried to find the energy to speak, but ended up merely shaking her head, still feeling tired and dazed from her thoughts while in her room.
Casa. That's enough. You need to get it looked it, its smelling funny. The gold came tottering into the room behind her, holding her tiny head head as she moved around her awkward, uneven body. Her voice seemed to have much more poise than her sideways stance, still not 100% able to keep it to herself, but having learned to at least establish a firm tone to everyone she was addressing. Turning, she bobbed a greeting to the Healer, chirping a greeting to the Queen as well.
Casa mumbled some quiet reply, sitting up straighter and sliding the tunic off to reveal the still-healing wounds. Her collarbone didn't look bad; tiny stitches held the skin together there as the bone was still in process of knitting back together. The shoulder area was much messier, a large mass of ugly skin and threadwork. She carefully slid the bits of the bandage she could off, knowing she'd need help if she was to not jar the bone.
"T'lian, can you help please?" Her once energetic voice was soft, and she stopped tugging futilely at the bandaging, letting the healer do his job. "I'm sorry to interrupt your private time, but she's right...the shoulder wound isn't...its off. I need it to not go south, if you understand." There was still a steady stream of injuries and illness, and she didn't particularly want to join the ranks of those tossed between.
Thallyath came to rest beside her rider, trying to sit as primly as she could whilst beginning to grow unevenly. Casa slid her eyes over the dusty gold hide, noting more spots to oil and scrub at when she could next rope someone in to help. The gold brushed her head against the limp palm near her in a sign of affection, her eyes trained on every motion the healer was making. She had to ensure Casa survived after all.
Casa mumbled some quiet reply, sitting up straighter and sliding the tunic off to reveal the still-healing wounds. Her collarbone didn't look bad; tiny stitches held the skin together there as the bone was still in process of knitting back together. The shoulder area was much messier, a large mass of ugly skin and threadwork. She carefully slid the bits of the bandage she could off, knowing she'd need help if she was to not jar the bone.
"T'lian, can you help please?" Her once energetic voice was soft, and she stopped tugging futilely at the bandaging, letting the healer do his job. "I'm sorry to interrupt your private time, but she's right...the shoulder wound isn't...its off. I need it to not go south, if you understand." There was still a steady stream of injuries and illness, and she didn't particularly want to join the ranks of those tossed between.
Thallyath came to rest beside her rider, trying to sit as primly as she could whilst beginning to grow unevenly. Casa slid her eyes over the dusty gold hide, noting more spots to oil and scrub at when she could next rope someone in to help. The gold brushed her head against the limp palm near her in a sign of affection, her eyes trained on every motion the healer was making. She had to ensure Casa survived after all.
