20.Oct.18, 04:00 AM
Quinvalis was getting pushed around in the crowd of boys as they tried to get away from the danger. No one seemed to know where she would charge next and left people moving in every direction as well, jostling him as he tried to keep his balance and either fight his way out of the masses or at least keep up with the flow. If they could just pick a direction!
When the dragonet did come for their group, Quinvalis only knew due to the panic and cries of fear. He was still shorter than most of the boys around him, waiting for his growth spurt to kick in –he hoped there was one, anyway, and that he lived long enough to have it. Someone shoved him from behind and he finally went down. This caused others to trip over him and he knew he’d have bruises all over and the sharp pain in his chest as he breathed meant maybe a cracked rib or something as well. But he was still alive. That was his only goal, really. His mom and sister were in the Stands! He didn’t want them to see him die. Bad enough they were witnessing how weak he was and that he was clearly injured as he tried to stand once everyone passed over him. He wasn’t worried about them; R’nya was up there. Of course he’d be looking after Rhaedalyn first but she’d insist he help other people if it came down to it while she looked after Madiquel and any other kids near her.
As he got to his feet, he almost went right back down. His ankle was protesting the idea and since he didn’t see bone, he decided it wasn’t that bad and hobbled off to where it seemed everyone thought it was safe. Wouldn’t safety be leaving the area entirely and not crowding up against a wall where she could pin you? It was best not to think about that as he continued his trek to where some of the other boys were waving him over.
When the keening started, Quinvalis allowed himself to look around and saw the bundle of murder and mayhem was gone. He dropped to a knee in relief, knowing he didn’t have to keep pushing himself now. As T’ryn gave out orders, though, he knew he should get back up and continue off to where the Healers would look at him, instead of being counted as an emergency when so many others needed attention first. He just got to his feet when someone came up beside him, arm going around him to help him walk. “Thanks,” he murmured, a bit embarrassed that he needed the help, but grateful someone thought about him.
When the dragonet did come for their group, Quinvalis only knew due to the panic and cries of fear. He was still shorter than most of the boys around him, waiting for his growth spurt to kick in –he hoped there was one, anyway, and that he lived long enough to have it. Someone shoved him from behind and he finally went down. This caused others to trip over him and he knew he’d have bruises all over and the sharp pain in his chest as he breathed meant maybe a cracked rib or something as well. But he was still alive. That was his only goal, really. His mom and sister were in the Stands! He didn’t want them to see him die. Bad enough they were witnessing how weak he was and that he was clearly injured as he tried to stand once everyone passed over him. He wasn’t worried about them; R’nya was up there. Of course he’d be looking after Rhaedalyn first but she’d insist he help other people if it came down to it while she looked after Madiquel and any other kids near her.
As he got to his feet, he almost went right back down. His ankle was protesting the idea and since he didn’t see bone, he decided it wasn’t that bad and hobbled off to where it seemed everyone thought it was safe. Wouldn’t safety be leaving the area entirely and not crowding up against a wall where she could pin you? It was best not to think about that as he continued his trek to where some of the other boys were waving him over.
When the keening started, Quinvalis allowed himself to look around and saw the bundle of murder and mayhem was gone. He dropped to a knee in relief, knowing he didn’t have to keep pushing himself now. As T’ryn gave out orders, though, he knew he should get back up and continue off to where the Healers would look at him, instead of being counted as an emergency when so many others needed attention first. He just got to his feet when someone came up beside him, arm going around him to help him walk. “Thanks,” he murmured, a bit embarrassed that he needed the help, but grateful someone thought about him.