18.Feb.20, 07:58 PM
B’kit listened attentively, eager for details beyond the sparse notes from fire lizards and distracted friends. It was also reassuring to hear that Quinvalis had woken up. He’d send a note over with Nutmeg tomorrow to check in.
On the other hand, the news of the earthquake was much harder to take. Would memories of that damn landslide never fade? Poor Mylo had just dealt with that trauma all over again with Thallyath’s clutch and been rattled enough on solid ground. He rested a hand over hers in silent support.
As she shared about Sariel’s impression he couldn’t help a grin. He didn’t know L’gan’s mate well but they had stood together a time or two, and he was pleased she’d found her draconic partner. A gold, no less! Hopefully a good fit for the Healer trainee.
Kitt gasped as she shared the news about Cazelarias and his sister. “Poor girl! And poor Caz! For his sister to be stuck so far away. I know they were close.” They’d had a few talks since the leatherworker came to Ista and he liked the man. “At least your brother can ferry him on visits,” he said with a laugh. “T’ryn’s luck is even worse than mine, it sounds like.”
He glanced over at the dragonets still snoozing away happily in the sun. “Put Misha out of his misery and spill your story from Turn’s End. Sounds like at least someone’s went better than mine.”
On the other hand, the news of the earthquake was much harder to take. Would memories of that damn landslide never fade? Poor Mylo had just dealt with that trauma all over again with Thallyath’s clutch and been rattled enough on solid ground. He rested a hand over hers in silent support.
As she shared about Sariel’s impression he couldn’t help a grin. He didn’t know L’gan’s mate well but they had stood together a time or two, and he was pleased she’d found her draconic partner. A gold, no less! Hopefully a good fit for the Healer trainee.
Kitt gasped as she shared the news about Cazelarias and his sister. “Poor girl! And poor Caz! For his sister to be stuck so far away. I know they were close.” They’d had a few talks since the leatherworker came to Ista and he liked the man. “At least your brother can ferry him on visits,” he said with a laugh. “T’ryn’s luck is even worse than mine, it sounds like.”
He glanced over at the dragonets still snoozing away happily in the sun. “Put Misha out of his misery and spill your story from Turn’s End. Sounds like at least someone’s went better than mine.”