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2023/08/04 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!
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2022/07/29 Gold Malvayth and Bronze Xyxyth clutch is Hatching! Come and join the shenannigans 743.08.03 | NIGHT STALKERS HATCHING and bring the popcorn!
2022/05/11 Gold Malvayth has Flown, caught by Bronze Xyxyth of A'tay. Their Hatching will be PC, and take place in Telgar in August around the 20-22nd! Update your Candidate Applications and prepare for some fun!
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30/JUN Gold Thallyath of Ista Weyr has laid a clutch! More information here
27/JUN A bluerider, and then a greenrider, are found dead. More information here
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30/MAY After the Touching, many Candidates found themselves preyed upon in the form of their food. More information here
18/MAY Another goldrider - Ameris of Benden - is attacked. More information here
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03/MAY Goldrider Cazan and her twin brother Cazelarias are attacked. More information here
24/APR Goldrider Ashara of Fort is murdered by two brownriders. More information here
12/APR Searchrider B’jin was attacked at Telgar Weyr, surffering a slash to his throat. While in Benden, bluerider B’dor is found dead in his weyr. More info here
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28/MAR Tragedy has struck again! Across all the Weyrs, multiple people - primarily dragonriders - have fallen ill after eating muffins. There have been multiple deaths, and others are in criticle condition. More information here
24/MAR Weyrwoman Ameris and her son, Rislan, poisoned! More information here
18/MAR Benden’s Weyrleader M’ris and his children have been poisoned! Resulting in sickness and death. More information here
18/MAROn 18.03.742 Bronzerider A’dris of Vyaniorth was found dead in his personal bathing pool. He appears to have drowned after drinking an excess of alcohol. Afterwards it was realized that Machiya of Gold Cameth from Telgar Weyr had disappeared. Having never arrived at her destination, it is suspected she had an accident between.
11/MAR Gold Racoth of Donmaline went between taking Bronze Beruth of T’rel with her shortly after she had been caught, due to T’rel strangling Donmaline. He did not survive. more info
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Ahh, the fresh snow, the crisp air, the naked trees... welcome to Winter! Or, just the Colder Months for those in the more Northern Weyrs, while Ista is just... not as hot. But it is time to enjoy the end of the Turn, so folks should get together, spend some time gossiping, and drinking Hot Chocolate (alcohol and marshmallows opional)... does Pern even have marshmallows????? (they do now!)



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[G] [P] [EVENT] 740.10.09 | Humpty Dumpty
4 PM – A’tay, Verec, (Sh’ran, B’kit)

M'quel
of Green Zezeth

Date of Birth
20.07.724 AL, 20
Height
5'6
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Green
Build
Lithe
Hair
Brown

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Written By: ThistleProse
#1
Considering that winter was on the horizon, Madiquel was both warm and comfortable. She rather liked Ista, and was sad that she and her Papa hadn’t moved there originally. It was so much more like Katila than Fort was! The sun wasn’t quite as fierce as it was in the mid-summer months, but it was still warm and Madiquel was content with sitting out in it, her back pressed against A’tay’s as he held the big book Vaera had brought her from the Healer Hall. Madiquel, who had gotten used to the constant lessons the Healer Hall dealt out, had found herself somewhat bored between classes in Weyrlinghood. She had no doubt that it would have been more full-on if her dragon had been more regular, but as she wasn’t, Madiquel wasn’t undergoing the usual lessons.

Which left her bored, especially now it was obvious none of the three infants were about to just drop dead or not wake up the next morning or whatever. Which Madiquel had genuinely been afraid of, but was less so now. After promising that she would prioritise any and all Weyrlinghood lessons, Madiquel had gotten permission to low-key continue her studies for the Healer Hall. Nothing fancy, and certainly she wouldn’t be on level with her original classmates, but Vaera had been allowed to bring her heavy tomes upon occasion, and Madiquel dived into them. The current tome was on anatomy – bones and muscles and all that which made up the body. Currently, A’tay was flipping through the opening chapter, picking out bits and forming questions around whatever information he found, so that Madiquel could give the answer.

While they were chatting, Madiquel had let Zezeth wander off to entertain herself, mostly splitting her attention between Xyxyth, whom everyone but Xyxyth and A’tay seemed to realise she was madly in love with (and almost Dyoricath level of possessive of) and her brothers, whom she vastly enjoyed teasing and provoking, especially if it caused them to tussle, or ended with Dyoricath screeching about something. Zezeth, ever careful of Madiquel, always made sure that The Broken One wasn’t around when she teased the blues, because she knew someone’s particularly grating voice would cause the man distress. She figured The Broken One was good enough at blocking out dragons that if he wasn’t in sight, he probably wasn’t within hearing.

With Madiquel doing her learning with A’tay, and the other human halves of the partnerships scattered across the bowl, Zezeth entertained herself by playing with Xyxyth, bouncing around and practicing her attempts to get airborne; mostly she was working to strengthen the muscles. As lanky as Zezeth was growing to be, there was very little of her; she was still little more than skin and bones, all her constant eating appearing to simply fuel her growth, of which she was bolting through and leaving her brothers in her dust. At three months of age, Zezeth was akin to a normal sized green – at least in overall size. Her lack of mass was still concerning, but she otherwise appeared healthy and she was certainly happy enough.

When Zezeth got tired of bouncing and half-gliding with Xyxyth, she would rest by either flopping down on the grass beside the bronze, or by prancing off to tease her brothers, something she took great enjoyment out of. Currently, the two blues were minding their own business, but that very rarely stopped Zezeth from interrupting them. Bounding across the grounds from Xyxyth to where Erebuth and Dyoricath were, Zezeth leapt neatly over the much smaller blue, and tackled Dyoricath, chirping with laughter as they tumbled across the grounds, a rolling tangle of green and blue limbs. Zezeth gave a bugle of success when she pinned Dyoricath down, prancing off him and strutting on her way back to Xyxyth, thoroughly thrilled with her own magnificent defeat of the blue.

Unprepared for retaliation – though, honestly, she should have expected it – Zezeth gave a shriek of indignant outrage when Dyoricath tackled her as she made her way back to Xyxyth, the blue’s momentum sending them toppling and tackling, Zezeth outraged at the attack, hissing and spitting like a wild feline, though her eyes were more the colours of playful entertainment than any real rage.

Madiquel, who had only glanced up at Zezeth’s squawk, rolling her eyes good naturedly and leaning her head back against A’tay’s shoulder as she thought what the answer was for the current question, had any such thoughts of healing completely wiped from her mind with a sudden gasp at the strange stillness that fell over Zezeth; it was far more mental than anything else. Then both Madiquel and Zezeth let loose ear spitting shrieks of pain, the dragonet collapsing under Dyoricath with a spasm of limbs that was echoed by Madiquel as she twitched against A’tay’s back before collapsing against him as he turned around, her face stark white and eyes blown with pain. It felt like an eternity, but it only took the girl a few heartbeats to realise the horrible, awful pain radiating out of her hip wasn’t hers and she clawed anxiously at A’tay in an effort to stand up, clinging to her friend.

“Zezeth!” she shrieked, having absolutely no idea – either of them – how to block out the flow of pain the dragonet was flooding Madiquel with. It hurt so bad! Never having had a worse injury than a sprained ankle, Madiquel was sobbing and had a greenish cast to her face as she let A’tay help her make the way to her dragonet, shoving Xyxyth’s head aside by the nose, and then shoving Dyoricath aside; all she was aware of was that Zezeth was in such pain and everyone was crowding her dragon and she couldn’t get to her. “MOVE!” Madiquel finally screeched, her voice broken by pained sobs and the entire word far more of a foot stomping child’s demand than that of the Healer she was attempting to become.

Collapsing beside her dragonet, her left leg extended awkwardly from the phantom pain, Madiquel cuddled Zezeth’s head as she attempted to sooth her, looking up and seeking out A’tay with wild eyes. “Get Master Verec,” she begged, uncaring if A’tay himself went to fetch the Masterhealer, or ordered someone else to do it. The Journeyman healers were less present now, with the dragonets being healthier and less inclined to die without notice; Madiquel was sure they could or would pop up without question and quite quickly… but she wouldn’t let anyone but Masterhealer Verec near her Zezeth. He was the one that had studied their deceased siblings, and she knew from the hushed gossip Vaera had shared with her that he would be the only one to truly be able to help Zezeth.

Cuddling Zezeth’s head, Madiquel murmured reassurances to her dragonet, and tried to guide them both to having Zezeth block the pain from Madiquel – an effort that was improved when the Weyrlingmaster shoved his way to the inner circle to help guide them. By the time Verec arrived, while Madiquel was tearstained and looked awful, she wasn’t visibly affected by the brunt of Zezeth’s pain.

“It’s dislocated.” She said, trembling.

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A'tay
of Bronze Xyxyth

Date of Birth
17.06.724, 20
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6'1
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Blue
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Slim
Hair
Blonde, short, messy

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Written By: SunsetWay
#2
A'tay was doing his best to understand what he was reading and quizzing Madiquel on but he wasn't the strongest of readers so it sometimes took a bit longer to read and process some of the medical words and terms and then come up with a question for Madiquel. But she hadn't complained about the speed or his questions and seemed to enjoy the method of studying, so he kept at it, vaguely amused at the idea that he could be a Healer by the time they made it through the book. Next time he saw Eb'zer, maybe he could tease him about finding a goal and being the greenrider's rival.

That was clearly a long ways away as the idea crashed to the ground when Madiquel screamed in pain and A'tay spun around to see what happened only to get a arm full of his friend writhing in pain. He couldn't see anything wrong but when she screamed her dragon's name, A'tay saw Zezeth underneath Dyoricath and Xyxyth gently nudging at them as if checking on them and understood what had happened.

He helped Madiquel up and followed her to the dragons. He didn't like seeing her in pain or so upset and he knew the desire to be close to her bonded but A'tay wanted to pull her away so more experienced people could get in there. She wasn't trained enough for this and even if she was, she was riding too many emotions to think straight and might hurt Zezeth more. But it seemed she was being an overprotective clutch mother and keeping everyone away. That also made him want to drag her away. They couldn't help with her shrieking at them. But apparently she didn't think they actually were experienced enough and only Verec would do.

A'tay had a moment where he wasn't sure if he should go personally or find someone else to go so he could stay with Madiquel. I asked Syrendryth to take T'ryn. They know the way and the Hall well enough to not waste time. Leave it to his dragon to keep a cool head and find the logical answer. Grateful for that help, A'tay cautiously closed in on Madiquel and dropped to his knees a couple of feet away so he wasn't crowding her but could still offer his support.

"T'ryn's on his way to get Master Verec. You know how fast and focused he gets with a task. They'll be back here soon, promise." He hesitantly reached a hand out, wanting to comfort her by just a simple touch to her shoulder but refrained. She was still a bit wild-eyed and upset but the Weyrlingmaster was now demanding Madiquel's focus to help her work on separating the pain and remaining calm. That was more important and more helpful than anything he could currently offer.

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T'ryn
of Bronze Syrendryth

Date of Birth
17.04.722, 22
Height
6'1
Eyes
Blue
Build
Lean, fit
Hair
Blonde, shorter

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Written By: SunsetWay
#3
T'ryn was currently at his desk making a list of reasons why he most certainly should not be Ista's new Weyrleader. he hadn't been approached about it but with Casa getting a promotion and word going around that she would help pick the Weyrleader, T'ryn was not taking any chances. He didn't want the job no matter how much his dragon did since he knew he wasn't a leader, at least not in that large of position. Wingleader. That's all he wanted.

But he couldn't help feeling like he brought this down upon himself. Sneaking into M'ris' office and having sex with Casa while jokingly calling each other Weyrleader and Weyrwoman while all the actual leaders were having a meeting to promote Casa to Weyrwoman... karma was a bitch. He just kept hoping he'd be overlooked thanks to there being a lot more older and more experienced bronzeriders for the task than one of Casa's classmates. Still, he wasn't risking it, again because karma was a bitch and why was his life like this?

He was on point number five when Syrendryth broke through his concentration and the wave of urgency hit him before any words. Zezeth is injured and they need us to get the Masterhealer right away. Her rider won't let anyone else help. T'ryn dropped shoved away from his desk, standing so quickly that he knocked over the chair and almost tripped on it as he rushed to gear up Sydrendryth. He wouldn't have bothered if he was making a trip alone but bringing back a passenger meant he needed more security and put all the training of the past in emergency gearing up to use.

Minutes later and the pair was off and landing by the Hall. T'ryn ran inside and for all his times visiting Madiquel or picking up Vaera, he still didn't know his way entirely around the Hall and certainly didn't know where Verec's office was or if he would even be in there. So he had to stop and ask for directions--which didn't work well. The first person scowled and walked by without a word leaving T'ryn wondering why it was so hard to at least say 'sorry, can't help you'. So he wandered a bit more and found two men talking and he approached them.

"Excuse me? Sorry to interrupt, but we've had an accident at Ista Weyr involving a dragon and I've been sent for Master Verec to help." One man gave him another look of distaste and rudely pointed out the Masterhealer was too busy to deal with dragons while the other told him to try a room down the hall where he thought he saw Verec earlier. T'ryn thanked them both--because he had manners, damn it--and took off down the hall... and found an empty room.

I could start bellowing. I'm sure that will attract enough attention and get the man out here. Syrendryth offered oh-so helpfully and T'ryn sighed again as he wandered back to the main area. Please don't. I don't want to explain your hissy fit and then never be able to show my face here again.

He was explaining the emergency to someone else when a familiar face was spotted coming around the corner and T'ryn knew she would help. "Sorry, thanks for the help," he told the man that hadn't been too helpful before calling out to Vaera.

"Vaera! Zezeth is injured and Madiquel will only let Master Verec help. Please find him and bring him out to the usual spot?" The amount of relief he felt when she agreed and took off to find Verec was impressive. But he didn't give himself long to enjoy it as he ran back to his dragon and took that time to double check the straps before his passenger arrived.

Which actually ended up being two passengers because Vaera refused to stay behind. T'ryn couldn't blame her and promised Verec that Syrendryth could handle carrying all three of them and quickly got them all into position so he could finally finish his task.

As they landed in the Bowl near the small crowd, T'ryn knew what reason six would be on his list--no one took him seriously or listened to him. Vaera did, though, and he tried again as he lightly touched her arm and shook his head. "We should stay back for now and give Master Verec the space he needs.We can check on Madiquel soon."

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Date of Birth
16.03.723, 22
Height
5'4"
Eyes
Brown
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Hair
Brown and wavy

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Written By: Zandelion
#4
It was Vaera’s day off, though she didn’t have any plans for it. Just a day of not doing any work in particular. She was caught up on all her work, as usual, and since she had nothing pressing Vaera had been planning on doing a good deal of nothing all day. So far she’d been succeeding, at least until she wandered out of her room where she was lounging on her bed and reading a book not related to Healing to go find a snack. On her way back to resume her reading. Vaera heard her name, and turned to the voice, not expecting to see T’ryn today. She blinked at him as she processed the stream of words. Zezeth was hurt? Was Madiquel alright? Was it so serious that her father was needed? She nodded at T’ryn, saying she’d find him, and took off at a brisk walk.

Her father was usually in his office most of the afternoon, and that day was no exception. Vaera found him there reading through a sheaf of papers. He looked up when she knocked on the door frame.

“Da, Madiquel’s dragon Zezeth is injured, she wants your help, specifically. T’ryn’s here to give us a ride,” she told him, subtly inviting herself along with him. Verec raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t comment. Good. Her father knew better than to try to convince her otherwise. Madiquel was her friend.

They quickly made their way to where T’ryn and Syrendryth waited. Vaera was pretty sure moving quickly and efficiently was a required skill for Healers, and her father was particularly good at it. He asked T’ryn for further details on Zezeth’s condition as Syrendryth took them high enough for the trip between, and Vaera listened intently, but it seemed T’ryn didn’t have many details either. Vaera could tell that mildly irked her father - he preferred not to walk in blind if he didn’t have to, she knew. “Injured” was very vague after all.

Still, there wasn’t much time for worry because they were at the Weyr soon after, and Vaera thanked Syrendryth as she slid off him to follow her father towards Madiquel and Zezeth, the thin green splayed on the ground and Madiquel’s face rather pale. Vaera bit her lip, trying to figure out what was wrong. At least there wasn’t blood everywhere, right? She wanted to follow her father to the pair, but she felt T’ryn’s hand on her arm and stayed where she was, turning to look up at him.

“I know,” she said quietly, stepping closer to T’ryn and clinging onto his arm. It was more to keep herself from rushing over to her friend then anything, though if it helped T’ryn in any way that was good too. “Zezeth will be fine. Da’s the best at this sort of thing, and he likes Madiquel. He’ll make sure she’s fine.” Vaera believed everything she said, but saying it aloud helped reinforce it. Her father was the best, he was chosen to be Masterhealer, after all. Vaera knew he wasn’t the best at everything related to Healing, but injuries were something he was experienced with, and he always stayed calm, and he was good at thinking on his feet, and that was a good trait when working with dragons, Vaera thought, since so much of Dragonhealing had been lost. Didn’t stop her worrying about Madiquel and Zezeth, and she leaned closer to T’ryn, still worrying her lip between her teeth as she watched her father look Zezeth over and ask Madiquel questions.

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Date of Birth
06.09.691,
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5'10"
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Blue-grey
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Light brown hair with a bit of a wave, usually kept relatively short. Verec usually has stubble, but he keeps himself well groomed even if not clean shaven. He is starting to grey at the temples.

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Written By: Zandelion
#5
There were a few people whose reports and updates Verec never wanted to read. There were various reasons for this, ranging from indecipherable handwriting to overly flowery language. The current update from the Master who oversaw Healers in Benden was full of completely irrelevant details and anecdotes Verec had no interest in, but the important details were so deeply mixed in with the bullshit he had to read the entire thing. Absolute waste of time.

His daughter arriving was a welcome respite from the excessively long letter, and while really he had things to be doing at the Hall, Verec almost jumped at the chance to get out and do some actual Healing, even if it involved dealing with dragonriders. He didn’t miss that Vaera invited herself to go with him, though somehow Verec doubted the dragonrider who was transporting them had been instructed to bring her too. It didn’t matter, there was no reason Vaera couldn’t come along. She knew how to act around injuries, though it usually wasn’t someone she was so close to involved - Verec had seen how close she had gotten to Madiquel while the girl was at the Hall, and knew how much paper she used writing letters to her now that she was back in the Weyr. Still, she wouldn’t get in the way, and may even be able to help Madiquel in some fashion.

Verec wasn’t entirely sure why Madiquel wanted him specifically, as Eb’zer or L’gan were capable of handling almost any injury the young dragon could have gotten. He tried to get more details from the bronzerider - T’ryn, Verec knew his name, the boy had been around the Hall often enough visiting Madiquel or even Vaera, but he didn’t feel overly inclined to use it - but it seemed he had been told essentially nothing, which was annoying. It was always best to have as much information as possible, and he didn’t like going into things blind. He could, but it added extra steps.

When they reached their destination Verec walked immediately over to Madiquel and the green dragon next to her, looking over everything and assessing the situation. It seemed Madiquel had an idea, since she told him ‘it’ was dislocated - her leg, presumably, since it was in something of an odd position, even with his little knowledge of dragons. From first glance, Verec was inclined to agree with her, but he wasn’t going to accept it as fact just yet, not without learning a bit more.

“What happened?” Verec asked Madiquel, moving in to gently run his hands over the dragon - Zezeth - gently feeling the area around the hip socket. “Describe her pain for me, please.” It was definitely dislocated, but Verec wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything else they had to worry about before they went about putting the joint back in place. In any case, they were going to have to sedate Zezeth and probably Madiquel as well. Once Madiquel had finished speaking and Verec had finished checking Zezeth over, it seemed unlikely there were any other injuries they needed to worry about. Verec thanked Madiquel for her help, even giving her a compliment for her thoroughness of describing everything - her lessons had clearly stuck, which was helpful, and he rather hoped she might return to the Hall after her dragon was grown. He then turned to the Weyrlingmaster, who was right there next to Madiquel and Zezeth as well, and asked him a few questions about dragonet physiology at this age. Verec had been involved in sedating a full grown dragon before, but he wasn’t as sure of the effects on such a young one, and after a short conversation the two men decided it would be best for Zezeth if they sedated Madiquel instead, and rely on the bond between them to sedate Zezeth as well, but without putting anything in her more delicate body.

“Are you alright with that, Madiquel?” Verec asked, after making sure she understood why they wanted to go with this option. Thankfully, with a dislocation a few minutes of discussion wouldn’t cause any further complications and as long as Zezeth didn’t try to put weight on it the pain wouldn’t get worse at this point. Until they tried to pop the leg back in the socket, anyway. That would hurt a lot, thus the sedation.

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B'kit
of Blue Erebuth

Date of Birth
12.12.721 AL, 23
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5'11"
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Dark brown, trusting, and frequently lit up with laughter.
Build
Trim
Hair
Brunette and wavy when long, worn loose around his face. The bangs tend to flop into his eyes and he swears he’ll cut it all off when he Impresses or the next time he’s hungover.

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Written By: ValGal9
#6
B’kit had been enjoying the sunny day, working on embroidering a shirt while the dragonets played. It was a gift, and he had been working on it for a while to get it ready in time. Erebuth snapped idly at his sister as she vaulted him, grumbling at being used as an obstacle. She was so annoying sometimes- Erebuth just wanted to be left alone with his toy.

He snorted in annoyance as she pranced away, then hurried up out of Dyoricath’s way as he retaliated, though not quickly enough to avoid his tail being stepped on. Yelping, he joined the tussle and was pulling ineffectually at Dyo’s tail when Zezeth suddenly went quiet before all hell broke loose. Erebuth scrambled back, tripping over himself and tumbling tail over head trying to get out of the way. Zezeth? he ventured cautiously as the humans came running. His head swung to their brother. What did you do?

Kitt tossed the shirt at the basket he’d brought with him, sprinting over to see if he could help. He spared a moment to help Erebuth get himself righted, then went to check on the others. He helped tug some of the would-be helpers out of the way to let Madiquel get to her dragonet, and blanched as he saw Zezeth’s leg.

“Come on, give them some room,” he managed to say, moving back with some of the others, pointedly. He was about to run off for L’gan or Eb’zer when she suddenly insisted on Master Verec. Well, he wouldn’t argue. Still, maybe one of the others could help. He was about to suggest that when he got a look at Madiquel’s face and felt the words die on his lips. At least he could keep too many people from crowding them.

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Sh'ran
of Blue Dyoricath

Date of Birth
19.01.717, 28
Height
6'1"
Eyes
Dark hazel
Build
Pretty boy
Hair
Ashy blonde hair that is almost always straight. He used to keep it a bit longer, but clips it shorter after moving to the Weyr.

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Written By: Zandelion
#7
Dyoricath had been enjoying the weather until Zezeth decided he was her favorite toy and slammed into him. Shrieking in annoyance he clung onto her, the momentum from her leap carrying both of them into a roll, and they tumbled over until eventually they came to a stop, with Dyoricath on the ground desperately trying to keep his wings neatly tucked away and Zezeth taking advantage of that to pounce on him. He snarled at her, snapping his jaw at her without actually trying to bite.

Glaring after her as she bounced off, Dyoricath gathered his legs up under him from his undignified, sister-induced sprawl, tail tip twitching irritatedly. After a moment of deliberation he launched himself forward, barreling into her side and grabbing onto her, screeching the entire time. Again the momentum carried them forward, but this time instead of going into another roll of playful grappelling they simply hit the ground, hard. Dyoricath ended up on top this time, but his moment of triumph was short lived, because Zezeth shrieked. Not the playful shrieks of moments before, or Dyoricath’s well-known angry shrieking, but genuine shrieks of pain.

Eyes wide and whirling, Dyoricath scrambled off Zezeth, whining softly. What happened? He saw the way Zezeth was holding her hind left leg awkwardly, and started panicking a little. I broke her, Dyoricath wailed to Sh’ran, who had started running to his dragon as soon as he felt the shock at Zezeth’s shrieking and pain. The blue hovered awkwardly around his sister, pacing around her, reaching out his nose to touch her than pulling back, afraid he’d hurt her more. Xyxyth joined him moments later. While his dragon worried over Zezeth, Sh’ran stood back a few paces, giving him a little space, and knowing he would be useless at figuring out what needed to be done to help Zezeth. He repeated reassurances, that Zezeth would be okay, Dyoricath hadn’t broken her, it was an accident…

It was only a few more moments before a sobbing Madiquel arrived, shoving Dyoricath out of the way, who squeaked and moved to slink around Sh’ran, head low as he nervously watched the green pair. Sh’ran stroked his dragon’s neck softly. They stayed there, close but just out of the way, as the Weyrlingmaster arrived to help, and then the Masterhealer - Masterhealer. Misha bit his lip nervously as Dyoricath moaned quietly. Had he hurt her so bad they needed to get, as he understood it from Sh’ran, the best Healer around? He hid his head against Sh’ran’s side, shrinking in on himself in shame and concern.

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M'quel
of Green Zezeth

Date of Birth
20.07.724 AL, 20
Height
5'6
Eyes
Green
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Hair
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Written By: ThistleProse
#8
“I… Yes.” Madiquel said firmly, her gaze having danced between the Weyrlingmaster and the Masterhealer as they had spoken. She was feeling a bit more herself, but she could feel the pull of the bond between herself and Zezeth and the overwhelming pain the dragonet was in every time her muscles twitched. Her eyes had rolled spectacular colours when Verec had been poking and prodding at the wound, but Madiquel had done her best to explain to the dragonet what would be happening to her, once the healer arrived, and assuming she was correct about the dislocation. Madiquel felt some pride at Verec’s praise though all she gave was a quick nod and a ghost of a smile. She wished she could have received such words in a less personally dire situation! She felt a flitter of Zezeth’s amusement.

Straightening her shoulders, Madiquel nodded again, firmly. “Yes.” She turned to look at Zezeth and stroked her dragon’s nose as she quietly explained what was going to happen, as best she understood it, with occasional interjection by the Master when he felt necessary. When the medicine was handed to her, Madiquel’s curiosity outdid the pain – for a moment, anyway – and she asked with great interest what was in it, listening intently to the reply even as she threw the liquid back with a grimace. Setting the cup down, and barely noticing when it was moved away, Madiquel sat and stroked Zezeth’s nose some more, her eyebrows furrowed as she felt the drug worm its way through her, making her feel at first lightheaded, and then drowsy. Smiling in a slightly drunk way, Madiquel brought down what little barriers she’d built between herself and her dragon and felt Zezeth’s come down too. The pain flowed through her, but it was mellow and quickly outweighed by the overwhelming need to sleep.

Madiquel passed out first, kind of collapsing in on herself; Zezeth made a strange little mewing sound, before also relaxing into a drugged sleep. She wasn’t as deeply affected as Madiquel, but between Madiquel’s drugged state, and all the emotional stress of the current situation, Zezeth was well out of it.

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