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!
28.Mar.21, 03:15 AM
Cazan had honestly forgotten all about the muffin when T'ryn walked back in. She'd been happily working on dying the leather panels for an infant carrier so that she'd be able to carry the baby hands free either on her front or on her back. At least that was the idea. Hopefully it would work out as well as she thought it would in practice.
She had the last piece dyed and was carefully setting it down to dry when T'ryn stumbled in. "Too much sun?" That had Cazan frowning as she turned to get a better look at him as he began to sway even more. And then he was falling to the floor and she was shoving herself to her feet as she shouted his name in a panic and rushed to his side. Hearing Syrendryth only made her more worried, and Malvayth echoed the name in concern.
"T'ryn!" She gave him a gentle shake at first, but it quickly grew more frantic as her own panic began to rise. "A healer, I need a healer. Mal!" Malvayth shouted through the Weyr for a healer, demanding that one run to her weyr. It was an odd moment for Cazan to hear her dragon's voice in anything that wasn't either a shrill screech or a silly or pouty innocently airheaded tone. She tried to keep it together as she cradled her mate's head, take something from the odd example Mal was setting, but she was a blubbering and sobbing mess when the healers finally came after a perceived eternity.
Once the healers had practically wrestled him away from her to take to the infirmary there was a shift. Cazan started to calm down a little, started to rationalize that T'ryn was getting help, that she should try and calm down and maybe let his family know what had just happened. It would give her something to do. It was something she could try to focus on to be productive and not helpless.
She grabbed some paper to start writing the quick notes when Mal's voice came softly,Will he be okay? The gold was curled up cuddling Syrendryth for a bit of added comfort as she began to fret and worry. Cazan choked back a sob, her handwriting turning shaky as she pressed on writing the message. I don't know, Mal... I hope so. He has to, came the forlorn and pleading reply. Cazan nodded as she finished up the letter and called for Lady. She'd send it to Mylorah, she would have an easier way of telling the siblings he had in Ista, and Caz could tell K'dar herself if he didn't already know.
Once Lady was on her way, Cazan made her way to the infirmary, fretting and hovering at the entrance until she was finally allowed in and she realized there was a much bigger problem. The Weyrleader was there, and another bronzerider, along with news that there had been two deaths as well. As selfish as it was, she couldn't bring herself to do more than worry about her mate as she was given a chair by his bed so that she could at least desperately hold his hand.
She had the last piece dyed and was carefully setting it down to dry when T'ryn stumbled in. "Too much sun?" That had Cazan frowning as she turned to get a better look at him as he began to sway even more. And then he was falling to the floor and she was shoving herself to her feet as she shouted his name in a panic and rushed to his side. Hearing Syrendryth only made her more worried, and Malvayth echoed the name in concern.
"T'ryn!" She gave him a gentle shake at first, but it quickly grew more frantic as her own panic began to rise. "A healer, I need a healer. Mal!" Malvayth shouted through the Weyr for a healer, demanding that one run to her weyr. It was an odd moment for Cazan to hear her dragon's voice in anything that wasn't either a shrill screech or a silly or pouty innocently airheaded tone. She tried to keep it together as she cradled her mate's head, take something from the odd example Mal was setting, but she was a blubbering and sobbing mess when the healers finally came after a perceived eternity.
Once the healers had practically wrestled him away from her to take to the infirmary there was a shift. Cazan started to calm down a little, started to rationalize that T'ryn was getting help, that she should try and calm down and maybe let his family know what had just happened. It would give her something to do. It was something she could try to focus on to be productive and not helpless.
She grabbed some paper to start writing the quick notes when Mal's voice came softly,
Once Lady was on her way, Cazan made her way to the infirmary, fretting and hovering at the entrance until she was finally allowed in and she realized there was a much bigger problem. The Weyrleader was there, and another bronzerider, along with news that there had been two deaths as well. As selfish as it was, she couldn't bring herself to do more than worry about her mate as she was given a chair by his bed so that she could at least desperately hold his hand.
