02.Dec.19, 01:45 PM
Still upset, Erebuth shrieked again and finally shook Kitt off. He landed hard on his ass in the dirt with a curse as the blue shoved him down and mantled his wings protectively, standing between his rider and the men. “Stop it! All of you!” He tried to get back up but was knocked off balance by the thrashing of Erebuth’s tail and wings. The blue was still small for his age, only 9 feet long at 3 months, but big enough to pose a problem.
B’kit was desperate to calm Erebuth down, especially as he saw Dyoricath charging over. The last thing they needed was for one of the blues to be the first non-hatchling to injure someone. Least of all injure someone already vocally critical of the clutch. One of them, he couldn’t tell which, laughed as Kitt struggled and pleaded with them all to stop. “That answers which one you are; you and that healer trainee wouldn’t shut up on the sands. Bleeding heart fools.” The blue weyrling snarled at this slight against his rider but didn’t move.
B’kit flashed Mylorah a grateful smile as she rushed over with several others. The second man seemed somewhat cowed by the approaching crowd, but the first was unrepentant. B’kit’s relief was short lived as Mylo almost immediately goaded the man with a retort about him needing a visit from a healer. At her words, the man’s face darkened and he lunged forward.
D’hys was an unexpected, but thoroughly welcome defender as he managed to pull the bully away from Mylorah. “You’re the one asking for it, bluerider,” he snarled before getting his balance and lunging for the new target, landing a solid punch on the Fort rider while the young blues shrieked.
Misha joined his dragon and Madiquel rushed over with Zezeath. Kitt finally managed to scramble to his feet again as and hurried to pull Erebuth’s head around as if he were dealing with a herdbeast instead of a furious dragon. “Erebuth, STOP,” he said as firmly as he could manage while his blue thrashed and tried to pull away again.
B’kit was desperate to calm Erebuth down, especially as he saw Dyoricath charging over. The last thing they needed was for one of the blues to be the first non-hatchling to injure someone. Least of all injure someone already vocally critical of the clutch. One of them, he couldn’t tell which, laughed as Kitt struggled and pleaded with them all to stop. “That answers which one you are; you and that healer trainee wouldn’t shut up on the sands. Bleeding heart fools.” The blue weyrling snarled at this slight against his rider but didn’t move.
B’kit flashed Mylorah a grateful smile as she rushed over with several others. The second man seemed somewhat cowed by the approaching crowd, but the first was unrepentant. B’kit’s relief was short lived as Mylo almost immediately goaded the man with a retort about him needing a visit from a healer. At her words, the man’s face darkened and he lunged forward.
D’hys was an unexpected, but thoroughly welcome defender as he managed to pull the bully away from Mylorah. “You’re the one asking for it, bluerider,” he snarled before getting his balance and lunging for the new target, landing a solid punch on the Fort rider while the young blues shrieked.
Misha joined his dragon and Madiquel rushed over with Zezeath. Kitt finally managed to scramble to his feet again as and hurried to pull Erebuth’s head around as if he were dealing with a herdbeast instead of a furious dragon. “Erebuth, STOP,” he said as firmly as he could manage while his blue thrashed and tried to pull away again.