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!
01.Jun.18, 05:10 AM
Tala spent the next hour where she was, holding the injured girl’s hand and talking to her, keeping her distracted while the Healers worked. She didn’t seem to be getting any better, and Tala was having a harder and harder time getting her to respond. Still, she kept trying, knowing that she was more likely to slip away if she wasn’t kept engaged somehow. So Tala talked, telling the girl how strong she was, and distracting her with random tales of Tala’s own childhood and new adventures with her daughter. At first she asked questions, trying to get the girl to respond, but after a while it was all she could do to keep her present. Tala did learn her name, and about her family, and how much she wanted to Impress a dragon.
Eventually, one of the eggs started showing signs of hatching. A Healer silently helped Tala stand up and indicated she should go back to the other Candidates. Tala bit her lip, not wanting to leave the girl alone. She didn’t want to be in the way of the Healers either, and making a fuss about staying would only distract them. Even so, she only moved a few paces away, and constantly turned to check on the crowd of Healers, ready to rush back if necessary. She barely paid attention to the bronze hatchling outside of watching him carefully in case he decided to charge like his brother.
Another green hatched, and Tala had a repeat of her earlier fears when it came screeching over towards her — no, towards the Healers and the injured girl. She stayed frozen for a moment, again panicking about her daughter losing her mother, but a heartbeat later rushed back over to the Healers, though she stayed behind the green. Some sort of bond had been formed between her and the dying girl, and Tala wouldn’t let her die alone. But the green didn’t have such savage plans, and when she chirped quierly Tala stopped short a few feet away, realizing what was happening; the green had Impressed to the girl bleeding out on the Sands.
“Oh,” She breathed out, choking up. Without even thinking Tala took a few steps closer. “You did it,” She told the dying girl and her dragon, voice wavering, “You Impressed. I’m proud of you.” And she watched her get to touch her dragon for the first and only time. Tala barely saw the little green charge in a vengeful rage towards her brother, tears clouding her vision, but she could make out the distinct lack of a little green shape when the dragonet went between.
We didn’t even learn her name. Tala thought, a hollow feeling in her chest and her throat dry. She stepped forward, bent down to give the dead girl’s hand a last reassuring squeeze — not that she needed reassuring anymore, but Tala did — and stepped back to let the Healers do one of the worst parts of their jobs, tears streaming silently down her face. Tala stayed there, unmoving and heedless of the Hatching continuing around her, the blood of a dead girl drying on her hands.
Eventually, one of the eggs started showing signs of hatching. A Healer silently helped Tala stand up and indicated she should go back to the other Candidates. Tala bit her lip, not wanting to leave the girl alone. She didn’t want to be in the way of the Healers either, and making a fuss about staying would only distract them. Even so, she only moved a few paces away, and constantly turned to check on the crowd of Healers, ready to rush back if necessary. She barely paid attention to the bronze hatchling outside of watching him carefully in case he decided to charge like his brother.
Another green hatched, and Tala had a repeat of her earlier fears when it came screeching over towards her — no, towards the Healers and the injured girl. She stayed frozen for a moment, again panicking about her daughter losing her mother, but a heartbeat later rushed back over to the Healers, though she stayed behind the green. Some sort of bond had been formed between her and the dying girl, and Tala wouldn’t let her die alone. But the green didn’t have such savage plans, and when she chirped quierly Tala stopped short a few feet away, realizing what was happening; the green had Impressed to the girl bleeding out on the Sands.
“Oh,” She breathed out, choking up. Without even thinking Tala took a few steps closer. “You did it,” She told the dying girl and her dragon, voice wavering, “You Impressed. I’m proud of you.” And she watched her get to touch her dragon for the first and only time. Tala barely saw the little green charge in a vengeful rage towards her brother, tears clouding her vision, but she could make out the distinct lack of a little green shape when the dragonet went between.
We didn’t even learn her name. Tala thought, a hollow feeling in her chest and her throat dry. She stepped forward, bent down to give the dead girl’s hand a last reassuring squeeze — not that she needed reassuring anymore, but Tala did — and stepped back to let the Healers do one of the worst parts of their jobs, tears streaming silently down her face. Tala stayed there, unmoving and heedless of the Hatching continuing around her, the blood of a dead girl drying on her hands.
