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18.Oct.19, 02:18 PM
Dyoricath had been enjoying the weather until Zezeth decided he was her favorite toy and slammed into him. Shrieking in annoyance he clung onto her, the momentum from her leap carrying both of them into a roll, and they tumbled over until eventually they came to a stop, with Dyoricath on the ground desperately trying to keep his wings neatly tucked away and Zezeth taking advantage of that to pounce on him. He snarled at her, snapping his jaw at her without actually trying to bite.
Glaring after her as she bounced off, Dyoricath gathered his legs up under him from his undignified, sister-induced sprawl, tail tip twitching irritatedly. After a moment of deliberation he launched himself forward, barreling into her side and grabbing onto her, screeching the entire time. Again the momentum carried them forward, but this time instead of going into another roll of playful grappelling they simply hit the ground, hard. Dyoricath ended up on top this time, but his moment of triumph was short lived, because Zezeth shrieked. Not the playful shrieks of moments before, or Dyoricath’s well-known angry shrieking, but genuine shrieks of pain.
Eyes wide and whirling, Dyoricath scrambled off Zezeth, whining softly. What happened? He saw the way Zezeth was holding her hind left leg awkwardly, and started panicking a little. I broke her, Dyoricath wailed to Sh’ran, who had started running to his dragon as soon as he felt the shock at Zezeth’s shrieking and pain. The blue hovered awkwardly around his sister, pacing around her, reaching out his nose to touch her than pulling back, afraid he’d hurt her more. Xyxyth joined him moments later. While his dragon worried over Zezeth, Sh’ran stood back a few paces, giving him a little space, and knowing he would be useless at figuring out what needed to be done to help Zezeth. He repeated reassurances, that Zezeth would be okay, Dyoricath hadn’t broken her, it was an accident…
It was only a few more moments before a sobbing Madiquel arrived, shoving Dyoricath out of the way, who squeaked and moved to slink around Sh’ran, head low as he nervously watched the green pair. Sh’ran stroked his dragon’s neck softly. They stayed there, close but just out of the way, as the Weyrlingmaster arrived to help, and then the Masterhealer - Masterhealer. Misha bit his lip nervously as Dyoricath moaned quietly. Had he hurt her so bad they needed to get, as he understood it from Sh’ran, the best Healer around? He hid his head against Sh’ran’s side, shrinking in on himself in shame and concern.
Glaring after her as she bounced off, Dyoricath gathered his legs up under him from his undignified, sister-induced sprawl, tail tip twitching irritatedly. After a moment of deliberation he launched himself forward, barreling into her side and grabbing onto her, screeching the entire time. Again the momentum carried them forward, but this time instead of going into another roll of playful grappelling they simply hit the ground, hard. Dyoricath ended up on top this time, but his moment of triumph was short lived, because Zezeth shrieked. Not the playful shrieks of moments before, or Dyoricath’s well-known angry shrieking, but genuine shrieks of pain.
Eyes wide and whirling, Dyoricath scrambled off Zezeth, whining softly. What happened? He saw the way Zezeth was holding her hind left leg awkwardly, and started panicking a little. I broke her, Dyoricath wailed to Sh’ran, who had started running to his dragon as soon as he felt the shock at Zezeth’s shrieking and pain. The blue hovered awkwardly around his sister, pacing around her, reaching out his nose to touch her than pulling back, afraid he’d hurt her more. Xyxyth joined him moments later. While his dragon worried over Zezeth, Sh’ran stood back a few paces, giving him a little space, and knowing he would be useless at figuring out what needed to be done to help Zezeth. He repeated reassurances, that Zezeth would be okay, Dyoricath hadn’t broken her, it was an accident…
It was only a few more moments before a sobbing Madiquel arrived, shoving Dyoricath out of the way, who squeaked and moved to slink around Sh’ran, head low as he nervously watched the green pair. Sh’ran stroked his dragon’s neck softly. They stayed there, close but just out of the way, as the Weyrlingmaster arrived to help, and then the Masterhealer - Masterhealer. Misha bit his lip nervously as Dyoricath moaned quietly. Had he hurt her so bad they needed to get, as he understood it from Sh’ran, the best Healer around? He hid his head against Sh’ran’s side, shrinking in on himself in shame and concern.
