09.Aug.13, 10:41 PM
"I'm rather surprised myself," she said and she was. Generally they did a much better job at cleaning the sands than this but with the few they'd found she was glad that they had done such a piss poor job of it. She glanced up from the sands as Arddra came over with her rake. Waving it off she said, "No. I think I'm about finished here. I found a few flakes from another egg I might give to S'cer and Mizeath needs an oiling and a better nap. Besides, Rislan is probably tearing the walls down of the creche waiting to go home."
She was about to push herself up when she heard a loud curse followed by a quiet thump next to her. She chuckled at the words that came from such a small girl. Casa was always a general source of wonderful amusement and it would seem that today was no different. Mizeath on the other hand was not as amused by Casa's outburst as her rider,Language like that really is not necessary, Casa the gold said to the bleeding girl, Ameris. Wrap her hand quickly so the bleeding is staunched. And do stop rolling your eyes at me. Ameris grinned at the girls before pushing herself to her feet for she had been doing just as Mizeath said, rolling her eyes.
It was a good thing the dark eyed girl carried loose rags in her pockets most of the time. You never knew when you needed them and with a young son and a young dragon is was more often than you thought. Moving quickly she reached for Casa's hand and pulled a clean rag from a pocket. She wrapped the small striped cloth around the bleeding wound in the girls palm, "Are you alright? It got you good," she said with a grin, "and thank you. You're very sweet to let me have Mizeath's shell shard."
She was about to push herself up when she heard a loud curse followed by a quiet thump next to her. She chuckled at the words that came from such a small girl. Casa was always a general source of wonderful amusement and it would seem that today was no different. Mizeath on the other hand was not as amused by Casa's outburst as her rider,
It was a good thing the dark eyed girl carried loose rags in her pockets most of the time. You never knew when you needed them and with a young son and a young dragon is was more often than you thought. Moving quickly she reached for Casa's hand and pulled a clean rag from a pocket. She wrapped the small striped cloth around the bleeding wound in the girls palm, "Are you alright? It got you good," she said with a grin, "and thank you. You're very sweet to let me have Mizeath's shell shard."