15.Aug.19, 08:51 AM
Semath flapped her wings and stretched out her neck toward the little green as she died, keening for her. She looked around the stands for someone to help, anyone. Help them. Help the babies. Please. Her eyes whirled in distress and she curled up tightly, humming to herself instead of keening, wings blocking the sands from her view for the most part. She barely noticed the other dragon until he draped his wings and neck over hers comfortingly and she whined. Why won’t anyone help them? She didn’t see the young girl from the Healer Hall Impress, caught up in her grief.
L’gan moved over to help Madiquel and her green, struggling to keep his emotions in check while Semath was making a scene. Everything was going so completely wrong at this Hatching. We’re helping as much as we can, darling. They have to break the shells on their own, you know that.
“Madiquel, what’s her name?” He helped get some of the meat paste into Zezeth, stroking the poor little neck to encourage her to swallow. Once he’d seen she could do that, he had the others take over while he gave the tiny green a quick exam. Weaker than her brother, but she had a good defender in her bonded. And someone with Healing knowledge wouldn’t be careless with such a delicate dragon. Semath, look. She’s okay. She Impressed Madiquel from the Hall. Madiquel won’t let anything happen to her. Not if she has any say in the matter. He glanced up and saw Varralath draped over Semath, calming her, and the weakest of smiles crossed his lips. “Thank you,” he whispered, though no one could hear it.
L’gan moved over to help Madiquel and her green, struggling to keep his emotions in check while Semath was making a scene. Everything was going so completely wrong at this Hatching. We’re helping as much as we can, darling. They have to break the shells on their own, you know that.
“Madiquel, what’s her name?” He helped get some of the meat paste into Zezeth, stroking the poor little neck to encourage her to swallow. Once he’d seen she could do that, he had the others take over while he gave the tiny green a quick exam. Weaker than her brother, but she had a good defender in her bonded. And someone with Healing knowledge wouldn’t be careless with such a delicate dragon. Semath, look. She’s okay. She Impressed Madiquel from the Hall. Madiquel won’t let anything happen to her. Not if she has any say in the matter. He glanced up and saw Varralath draped over Semath, calming her, and the weakest of smiles crossed his lips. “Thank you,” he whispered, though no one could hear it.