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!
04.Jul.21, 08:15 AM
Madiquel smiled as she finished the last of a row of stitches down Elloren’s arm, and began to wrap it firmly in bandages. It had taken a hot minute to clean up the wound, removing sand and debris and washing away the blood, but her patient had been strong and silent, and M’quel appreciated it, even if she’d been a bit worried about shock setting in. But no, the redheaded woman had answered her questions with a quiet calmness that was reassuring. At least she wasn’t an hysterical crybaby like the youngster to their left. Of course, the boy was barely twelve, and was being handled by someone M’quel didn’t feel had very good manners at all. But that wasn’t her business.
“You’re all done. You should finish your water and then you can go back out if you want to,” M’quel said, handing Elloren another – about her third – glass of water and watching with silent insistence for it to be drunk down. Between the heat, and the risk of shock, and her mild blood loss, the other girl needed her fluids! With Elloren taken care of, M’quel shifted her attention to the next messed up candidate, and began to clean his wound, picking out the grits of sand and washing away blood once more. Why did the Hatching have to take place on sand?! Couldn’t it be something less inclined to get into the wounds? Not that M’quel could actually think of another alternative, but the frustration was real.
And so was this kid’s bitching. M’quel scowled at him as he grumbled, and finally issued and order for him to be quiet so she could concentrate on getting him stitched up so he could get back onto the Sands. She also made a note to point out that if his dragonet was that desperate to Impress him, he would find him on the sidelines as easily as in the centre of the fray. Now your bedside manner is waning Zezeth put in sassily, causing M’quel no small surprise, but then the green dragon was distracted by the next batch of eggs, and M’quel quickly finished up her stitching so she, too, could watch – sending the young man off and back to war in the process.
“You’re all done. You should finish your water and then you can go back out if you want to,” M’quel said, handing Elloren another – about her third – glass of water and watching with silent insistence for it to be drunk down. Between the heat, and the risk of shock, and her mild blood loss, the other girl needed her fluids! With Elloren taken care of, M’quel shifted her attention to the next messed up candidate, and began to clean his wound, picking out the grits of sand and washing away blood once more. Why did the Hatching have to take place on sand?! Couldn’t it be something less inclined to get into the wounds? Not that M’quel could actually think of another alternative, but the frustration was real.
And so was this kid’s bitching. M’quel scowled at him as he grumbled, and finally issued and order for him to be quiet so she could concentrate on getting him stitched up so he could get back onto the Sands. She also made a note to point out that if his dragonet was that desperate to Impress him, he would find him on the sidelines as easily as in the centre of the fray. Now your bedside manner is waning Zezeth put in sassily, causing M’quel no small surprise, but then the green dragon was distracted by the next batch of eggs, and M’quel quickly finished up her stitching so she, too, could watch – sending the young man off and back to war in the process.
