11.Aug.19, 02:51 PM
Mylorah stopped breathing as the little dark hatchling moved in her direction. Would it make it? Would it Impress to her or one of her close friends standing on either side of her? She wasn’t sure what she wanted the answer to be. She didn’t have long to wait for it, however, as Misharan bent down and wrapped his arms around the sickly being. She started crying again, quiet tears that she wasn’t sure if they were borne from happiness or fear. “Oh, Mimi…”
She was so happy Misharan finally Impressed, knowing it bothered him more than he ever let on. He would be a wonderful dragonrider, she had no doubt, but… he had to make it there first. His dragon was so malnourished and barely able to walk. He had a long way to go before he even approached a loose definition of healthy, yet… Mylorah knew the little blue—she was pretty sure it was blue from the wings—was in capable hands with her best friend.
She wanted to hug Misharan or even give him a large smile but he never looked in her way and people were approaching to help him with the dragon. She took a few quiet steps back to give them more space and dashed away the streaks of tears. She would be happy for her friend and tell him that later on when Misharan had a chance to breathe and adjust to what had happened. She’d support him any way she could, fearing he might need it no matter how confident she was in his ability to be a dragonrider and nurse the tiny blue to health.
She was so happy Misharan finally Impressed, knowing it bothered him more than he ever let on. He would be a wonderful dragonrider, she had no doubt, but… he had to make it there first. His dragon was so malnourished and barely able to walk. He had a long way to go before he even approached a loose definition of healthy, yet… Mylorah knew the little blue—she was pretty sure it was blue from the wings—was in capable hands with her best friend.
She wanted to hug Misharan or even give him a large smile but he never looked in her way and people were approaching to help him with the dragon. She took a few quiet steps back to give them more space and dashed away the streaks of tears. She would be happy for her friend and tell him that later on when Misharan had a chance to breathe and adjust to what had happened. She’d support him any way she could, fearing he might need it no matter how confident she was in his ability to be a dragonrider and nurse the tiny blue to health.