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17.Mar.12, 05:19 PM
Lymsleia froze. The rampaging little hatchingling had left her shocked and scared. The violence of a new born dragon was something truely terrifying. Why had the hatchling behaved that way. It'd decimated a sibling- or so it seemed to her- and injured someone-- she'd heard the scream and she had seen the blood. The healer in her wanted to g to Indivira and Farlint and she did.
She strode accross the hatching sands, Please wait for me if you're out there. She thought expectantly. The hatching for her left a bad taste in her mouth. The little dragon's rampage had set her off and Lymsleia was a healer. She looked around, where were they? It'd happened so fast, Indivra, and Farlint were both injured, the healers should have swarmed the sands.. wait why was Indivra here. She wasn't a candidate. The actions of hatchling hiding amoung the eggs made her smile a bit, Its ok, I know that was scary, I'd hide too she told herself, moving across to try and help Farlint and Indivra. She realized Jada had helped Indivra a bit. "She's breathing?" she asked in a worried tone. She'd passed Farlint, shooting him an appologetic look, as if to appologise for being in triage Healer mode -Indivra needed help, much more. The dragon had thrown her.
"Indivra!" she called out to the young girl. She swallowed, as she realized, the young bronze hadn't been just vicious it'd been... cruel? She couldn't tell. She glanced back at Farlint and then back to Indivra, as the thought dawned on her mid-step, she didn't have her bag. She'd left it all behind with the other healers... as a candidate. She was almost powerless without it. Break the rules and care of Indivra- leaving the sands to get her bag, and potentially miss out on a bond that could change her world--- or remain standing and watching someone in pain. Time felt slow and sticky.
As the healers did arrive Lymsleia frowned, no one had brought her bag that she could see, she flexed her fingers. They were doing their jobs. She turned back to Farlint, Indivra was receiving the attention. Maybe she could help him... "F---Fa---farlint..." she squeaked. " Lets get you to the healers... that's bad...." she guess considering the sickening sound and the jutting bone that would be some serious treatement. She crouched down to help him up. "You can lean on me, I'll get you off."
She strode accross the hatching sands, Please wait for me if you're out there. She thought expectantly. The hatching for her left a bad taste in her mouth. The little dragon's rampage had set her off and Lymsleia was a healer. She looked around, where were they? It'd happened so fast, Indivra, and Farlint were both injured, the healers should have swarmed the sands.. wait why was Indivra here. She wasn't a candidate. The actions of hatchling hiding amoung the eggs made her smile a bit, Its ok, I know that was scary, I'd hide too she told herself, moving across to try and help Farlint and Indivra. She realized Jada had helped Indivra a bit. "She's breathing?" she asked in a worried tone. She'd passed Farlint, shooting him an appologetic look, as if to appologise for being in triage Healer mode -Indivra needed help, much more. The dragon had thrown her.
"Indivra!" she called out to the young girl. She swallowed, as she realized, the young bronze hadn't been just vicious it'd been... cruel? She couldn't tell. She glanced back at Farlint and then back to Indivra, as the thought dawned on her mid-step, she didn't have her bag. She'd left it all behind with the other healers... as a candidate. She was almost powerless without it. Break the rules and care of Indivra- leaving the sands to get her bag, and potentially miss out on a bond that could change her world--- or remain standing and watching someone in pain. Time felt slow and sticky.
As the healers did arrive Lymsleia frowned, no one had brought her bag that she could see, she flexed her fingers. They were doing their jobs. She turned back to Farlint, Indivra was receiving the attention. Maybe she could help him... "F---Fa---farlint..." she squeaked. " Lets get you to the healers... that's bad...." she guess considering the sickening sound and the jutting bone that would be some serious treatement. She crouched down to help him up. "You can lean on me, I'll get you off."
