31.Jan.21, 10:32 PM
Mylorah laughed at how excited the presence seemed to be and how it encouraged her to share her gossip and introduce all of her friends. She also found it endearing at how it then quickly flittered off. She knew people like that as well and adored them just as much. "Maybe I will, little one," she whispered, still smiling and feeling a bit better about the whole thing.
Until the commotion started. She missed what started the fight and spun quickly to see where it was coming from, ready to jump in and help stop it if she was close enough. Unfortunately she wasn't and it was too late. An egg was smashed and Malvayth was rightly not pleased. She stood in horror as someone was whacked by her tail and then Fetch was... oh no. No!
Mylorah ran for Fediletch, screaming his name as she ran. She was vaguely aware that despite Malvayth knowing and liking her, she probably still wasn't safe--especially since she was running for the man that had fallen into the egg. But Mylorah couldn't leave a friend behind. Was this what the eggs were telling her? Fetch deserved her, damn it! And she wasn't about to abandon a friend.
She threw herself down on the hot sand, carefully examining Fediletch with her basic first aid training. He seemed in one piece and alive, the two most important things in her opinion. "Stay still. You're okay, everything's okay. Malvayth won't come over here now." Mylorah was mostly sure of that fact. Cazan and an equally angry Aradissicath were making sure of that. "I'm sure someone has already alerted a Healer. Just focus on me. Tell me about your eggs or I can tell you about mine." She wanted to keep him distracted from the pain and danger, keep him talking and engaged because she didn't know what else to do about the shoulder that didn't look quite right or how to tell if there were more injuries.
Until the commotion started. She missed what started the fight and spun quickly to see where it was coming from, ready to jump in and help stop it if she was close enough. Unfortunately she wasn't and it was too late. An egg was smashed and Malvayth was rightly not pleased. She stood in horror as someone was whacked by her tail and then Fetch was... oh no. No!
Mylorah ran for Fediletch, screaming his name as she ran. She was vaguely aware that despite Malvayth knowing and liking her, she probably still wasn't safe--especially since she was running for the man that had fallen into the egg. But Mylorah couldn't leave a friend behind. Was this what the eggs were telling her? Fetch deserved her, damn it! And she wasn't about to abandon a friend.
She threw herself down on the hot sand, carefully examining Fediletch with her basic first aid training. He seemed in one piece and alive, the two most important things in her opinion. "Stay still. You're okay, everything's okay. Malvayth won't come over here now." Mylorah was mostly sure of that fact. Cazan and an equally angry Aradissicath were making sure of that. "I'm sure someone has already alerted a Healer. Just focus on me. Tell me about your eggs or I can tell you about mine." She wanted to keep him distracted from the pain and danger, keep him talking and engaged because she didn't know what else to do about the shoulder that didn't look quite right or how to tell if there were more injuries.