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26.Oct.18, 02:29 PM
When it became clear the last egg wasn’t going to hatch, Kordiavis beat the rush of those remaining in the stands down to the Sands so he could weave through the crowd and find the people he had been concerned about for hours. He had wanted to sneak down earlier, like that girl sitting near the Fort leaders did but too many riders had taken up stations to keep people up in the relative safety of the stands and away from the dragonets, eggs, and the injured. He understood that, wanting the Healers to do their job as much as the next person, but he had seen one of his good friends get mauled. If asked what happened, Kordiavis couldn’t say, at least not yet and possibly could later when the shock wore off, but all he knew was that Misharan had been on the wrong end of some sharp claws and there had been blood.
One of his other friends had been in the path of the gold dragonet but she had managed to not only get herself to safety, but a couple of other girls as well. That was where he headed first when he saw Mylorah was still off to the side, talking to M’ris and K’tir with the two girls each hugging one of the men. Huh, those must be their daughters and they must have been saying their thanks to her for her quick thinking. If anyone deserved a gold dragon –a much less murderous one—it was Mylorah. She had kept a level head in a crisis and looked after others. He was proud of her and told her that when she finally got away from the dragonriders.
After a lot of hugs and exchanges of words that fell in the category of relief, they both wanted to find Misharan and see how he was doing. Enough time had to have passed for him to be patched up and hopefully awake. Luck was remaining on the good side of things as they found the blonde bandaged and awake. Mylorah was crying, having not seen what had happened and lost track of their friend for a while. Kordiavis didn’t blame her one bit when she took off running to get to him as he followed right behind her. Her cry of ‘Mimi!’ probably saved Misharan from being knocked over by her. That, or her sudden halt in attempted hugs as she found a spot to wrap her arms around him that hopefully wouldn’t hurt that much.
Kordiavis liked the tactic enough that he took a moment to examine the man as well and was soon wrapping his arms around the pair of them. It wasn’t until that moment that he realised how afraid he had been for their lives. His own safety had never been an issue but they were down there in the thick of it all and he tightened his arms as much as he dared to silently show how much they both meant to him. “I’m not really a fan of blood, Misha. There are a lot better ways to get my attention if you want in my pants again.” He didn’t know how to express his feelings, to say the words he really wanted to say, so joking seemed best. Something to break the tension, which worked at least with Mylorah as she snorted a bit of laughter and smacked him lightly on the arm.
One of his other friends had been in the path of the gold dragonet but she had managed to not only get herself to safety, but a couple of other girls as well. That was where he headed first when he saw Mylorah was still off to the side, talking to M’ris and K’tir with the two girls each hugging one of the men. Huh, those must be their daughters and they must have been saying their thanks to her for her quick thinking. If anyone deserved a gold dragon –a much less murderous one—it was Mylorah. She had kept a level head in a crisis and looked after others. He was proud of her and told her that when she finally got away from the dragonriders.
After a lot of hugs and exchanges of words that fell in the category of relief, they both wanted to find Misharan and see how he was doing. Enough time had to have passed for him to be patched up and hopefully awake. Luck was remaining on the good side of things as they found the blonde bandaged and awake. Mylorah was crying, having not seen what had happened and lost track of their friend for a while. Kordiavis didn’t blame her one bit when she took off running to get to him as he followed right behind her. Her cry of ‘Mimi!’ probably saved Misharan from being knocked over by her. That, or her sudden halt in attempted hugs as she found a spot to wrap her arms around him that hopefully wouldn’t hurt that much.
Kordiavis liked the tactic enough that he took a moment to examine the man as well and was soon wrapping his arms around the pair of them. It wasn’t until that moment that he realised how afraid he had been for their lives. His own safety had never been an issue but they were down there in the thick of it all and he tightened his arms as much as he dared to silently show how much they both meant to him. “I’m not really a fan of blood, Misha. There are a lot better ways to get my attention if you want in my pants again.” He didn’t know how to express his feelings, to say the words he really wanted to say, so joking seemed best. Something to break the tension, which worked at least with Mylorah as she snorted a bit of laughter and smacked him lightly on the arm.
