Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
18.Mar.12, 08:50 AM
Once Terth had Impressed, the sands was empty of hatchlings that hadn't Impressed. During this time, eyes turned to both Indivara and Farlint. The blood-soaked girl was hauled off to the side of the sands as quickly as the healers could manage with Jada's help, leaving a trail of blood in their wake. At the edge of the sands there was a small platform made exactly for this event, to protect both healers and the wounded from the burning sands. The healers laid Indivara down, their shouted orders straining to be heard over the dragons' hum and the din of the crowd. Assorted herbs were brought to her side, including fellis. One lifted her head, pouring a water and fellis mix into her mouth. "Swallow!" He ordered. Scraps of cloth were brought, used to clean the excess blood off before being packed on and held down firmly. "You, hold this one down." A healer instructed Jada, pointing to Indivara's left shoulder. She quickly wiped sand from the scratches on the older Candidate's arm before returning to Indivara.
The healers with the stretcher scowled at both Lymsleia and Farlint. "Lymsleia you're a midwife!" One exclaimed, confused as to her presence, while the other tried to shift Farlint into a position easier to get him onto the stretcher. As O'wain arrived and grabbed Farlint, one of the healers walked to his feet. He reached down, counting to three to signal when to lift Farlint onto the stretcher. The other healer gently supported the leg with the broken knee, making sure it was moved as little as possible. "Hey, Brownrider, lift the other end of this stretcher, you're stronger than I am." She ordered, choosing instead to use her sleeve to dab at the sweat beading on Farlint's forehead. "It'll be alright, just breathe. We'll get you some fellis." She soothed as the healer and Brownrider lifted the stretched. As quickly and smoothly as they could they took him to the platform where Indivara and Jada already were, setting him down gently. Copious amounts of fellis were poured down his throat as soon as he touched the wooden planks, setting this bone wasn't going to be good. "Shards, where's Talian? We need him here now!" One of the healers hissed, of half the mind to lash whoever's idea that had been to keep him locked up away from the sands.
Close to fifteen minutes had passed, including a rough setting of Farlint's leg to many screams, before the eggs picked up their pace again. The Detailed Presence egg fell apart, earning many gasps from the crowd. Having been so small, rumours had filled the Weyr that the egg was unlikely to hatch and certainly not with the ease that it just had. The Tiny Weaves Hatchling peered about, seeming to stare at everything but the Candidates. An encouraging rumble from Nirinath did nothing to coax the hatchling forward off his shell remains.
Beside the Tiny Weaves Hatchling, the Love Thy Neighbour egg shuddered, as if sensing its clutchmate's lack of interest in finding its destined rider. The egg rocked and shook quite violently, struggling much more than the tiny egg had beside it. After a few minutes it managed to start its escape, first with a foot, then with a wing point. Eventually the egg was weak enough that it crumbled around the gangly hatchling within, who immediately turned and crewed at its sibling. The Love Is In The Air Hatchling clearly disliked its sibling's disinterest in Impressing, but made no violent moves like Green Coroth had. Instead it reached out, nuzzling the other hatchling, trying to coax it into standing. It appeared to work, as the Tiny Weaves Hatchling stood, stretching out its cramped wings, accidentally knocking its clutchmate in the head. Squealing it dropped down, covering its head with its wings submissively. The Love Is In The Air Hatchling rumbled deeply, amused at the meeker hatchling's behaviour. Nuzzling it again, they finally both stood, warily navigating their way through the remaining seven eggs. The Love Is In The Air Hatchling, clearly the bolder of the two, guided them over to the closest edge of the Candidates, snuffling gently at any limb or fabric it could reach. Its sibling followed a step behind, mimicking its moves but with considerable hesitancy. Suddenly they stopped, staring up at Silute. The bolder one bumped the other with its rump, sending it nose first into the sand. Silute gasped, crouching down to help the little hatchling up, though somewhat hesitantly given the destruction Hoth had wrecked upon his fellow Candidates. As the Tiny Weaves Hatchling raised its head, its eyes whirled with the tell-tale sign of Impression. "Teegarth, why were you afraid? I will never let you down." Silute murmured gently, cradling the small hatchling. Content, the Love Is In The Air Hatchling strode off to find its own rider.
The healers with the stretcher scowled at both Lymsleia and Farlint. "Lymsleia you're a midwife!" One exclaimed, confused as to her presence, while the other tried to shift Farlint into a position easier to get him onto the stretcher. As O'wain arrived and grabbed Farlint, one of the healers walked to his feet. He reached down, counting to three to signal when to lift Farlint onto the stretcher. The other healer gently supported the leg with the broken knee, making sure it was moved as little as possible. "Hey, Brownrider, lift the other end of this stretcher, you're stronger than I am." She ordered, choosing instead to use her sleeve to dab at the sweat beading on Farlint's forehead. "It'll be alright, just breathe. We'll get you some fellis." She soothed as the healer and Brownrider lifted the stretched. As quickly and smoothly as they could they took him to the platform where Indivara and Jada already were, setting him down gently. Copious amounts of fellis were poured down his throat as soon as he touched the wooden planks, setting this bone wasn't going to be good. "Shards, where's Talian? We need him here now!" One of the healers hissed, of half the mind to lash whoever's idea that had been to keep him locked up away from the sands.
Close to fifteen minutes had passed, including a rough setting of Farlint's leg to many screams, before the eggs picked up their pace again. The Detailed Presence egg fell apart, earning many gasps from the crowd. Having been so small, rumours had filled the Weyr that the egg was unlikely to hatch and certainly not with the ease that it just had. The Tiny Weaves Hatchling peered about, seeming to stare at everything but the Candidates. An encouraging rumble from Nirinath did nothing to coax the hatchling forward off his shell remains.
Beside the Tiny Weaves Hatchling, the Love Thy Neighbour egg shuddered, as if sensing its clutchmate's lack of interest in finding its destined rider. The egg rocked and shook quite violently, struggling much more than the tiny egg had beside it. After a few minutes it managed to start its escape, first with a foot, then with a wing point. Eventually the egg was weak enough that it crumbled around the gangly hatchling within, who immediately turned and crewed at its sibling. The Love Is In The Air Hatchling clearly disliked its sibling's disinterest in Impressing, but made no violent moves like Green Coroth had. Instead it reached out, nuzzling the other hatchling, trying to coax it into standing. It appeared to work, as the Tiny Weaves Hatchling stood, stretching out its cramped wings, accidentally knocking its clutchmate in the head. Squealing it dropped down, covering its head with its wings submissively. The Love Is In The Air Hatchling rumbled deeply, amused at the meeker hatchling's behaviour. Nuzzling it again, they finally both stood, warily navigating their way through the remaining seven eggs. The Love Is In The Air Hatchling, clearly the bolder of the two, guided them over to the closest edge of the Candidates, snuffling gently at any limb or fabric it could reach. Its sibling followed a step behind, mimicking its moves but with considerable hesitancy. Suddenly they stopped, staring up at Silute. The bolder one bumped the other with its rump, sending it nose first into the sand. Silute gasped, crouching down to help the little hatchling up, though somewhat hesitantly given the destruction Hoth had wrecked upon his fellow Candidates. As the Tiny Weaves Hatchling raised its head, its eyes whirled with the tell-tale sign of Impression. "Teegarth, why were you afraid? I will never let you down." Silute murmured gently, cradling the small hatchling. Content, the Love Is In The Air Hatchling strode off to find its own rider.
Cheap Dreamer Blue Teegarth to Silute
