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.May.22, 05:07 AM
There were a great many things Chir hadn't experienced before. Seeing someone go sheet white at the sight of blood and nearly drown right in front of him previously made the list. The hunter's own heart leaped into his throat in a panic when his roommate slipped bonelessly under the water. Quickly, Chir surged forward and hauled the other boy up out of the water. The action only worsened the opening of the wound at his shoulder. The healers had warned him he wouldn't feel the pain from the poultice they'd applied and had warned him extensively of the importance of keeping the area still. But he hadn't thought something as simple as a bath would bring cause for concern.
And now, there he was making matters worse, bleeding everywhere. All over himself, all over Siro. Even Fancy didn't seem to escape the carnage as the baby dragon circled around them in confusion. Chir grunted with the effort it took to pull Siro out of the bath and groaned with discomfort as he slipped on the blood and water-slick floors. The area looked like he'd massacred an animal with how blood-tinged water billowed out in an artistic flow around where he hovered over his unconscious roommate.
Relief flooded him when the other boy stirred, and Chir shook his shoulders to encourage Siro to stay awake. It was apparently the wrong thing to do. As soon as his eyes opened, they rolled back again and Chir winced as the back of his head smacked soundly against the floor.
Rubbing his hands over his face, Chir wished fervently for Larrikith to come around if only to bring help. This was clearly outside his realm of expertise. What a mess he'd made... So much for the goal of getting clean. Now they were both worse off than when they'd come!
The hunter hesitated as he stood. Should he go find help? But what if something happened when he left and Siro passed out again? What if he rolled into the baths and drowned??
Before he could make a decision, Siro seemed to come to again. Chir glanced around at the carnage and suspected the pattern would continue. Thankfully, Sironar had enough wherewithal to close his eyes to prevent it, much to the freckled boy's relief. At Siro's question, Chir smacked the ground three times. Both questions had different answers!
As if realizing it, only one was repeated. With confidence he didn't exactly feel, Chir slapped the wet ground once. He didn't need a healer; he'd bandaged himself up plenty of times before. However, he wasn't convinced Siro didn't need one himself. He placed a hand on Siro's shoulder in silent indication for him to stay. The last thing he needed was for him to try getting up and stumbling into the pool.
Quickly, Chir padded back the way they'd come. Finding his relatively clean shirt, he returned and helped Siro sit up so he could tie it around Siro's head to keep his eyes closed. With a grunt, he tugged at him to usher him back into the baths if only to wash the blood off the both of them. Using his good arm, Chir also splashed water up onto the tiles to dilute out the blood and encourage it to drain before reaching over to staunch his bleeding shoulder with the bandages. Retying it was a messy chore, but he did so efficiently before replacing the sling as well.
The freckled hunter slumped against the side of the baths with a long sigh. He'd just resigned to stay here. Now, S'far was surely going to kick him out for nearly drowning his son.
And now, there he was making matters worse, bleeding everywhere. All over himself, all over Siro. Even Fancy didn't seem to escape the carnage as the baby dragon circled around them in confusion. Chir grunted with the effort it took to pull Siro out of the bath and groaned with discomfort as he slipped on the blood and water-slick floors. The area looked like he'd massacred an animal with how blood-tinged water billowed out in an artistic flow around where he hovered over his unconscious roommate.
Relief flooded him when the other boy stirred, and Chir shook his shoulders to encourage Siro to stay awake. It was apparently the wrong thing to do. As soon as his eyes opened, they rolled back again and Chir winced as the back of his head smacked soundly against the floor.
Rubbing his hands over his face, Chir wished fervently for Larrikith to come around if only to bring help. This was clearly outside his realm of expertise. What a mess he'd made... So much for the goal of getting clean. Now they were both worse off than when they'd come!
The hunter hesitated as he stood. Should he go find help? But what if something happened when he left and Siro passed out again? What if he rolled into the baths and drowned??
Before he could make a decision, Siro seemed to come to again. Chir glanced around at the carnage and suspected the pattern would continue. Thankfully, Sironar had enough wherewithal to close his eyes to prevent it, much to the freckled boy's relief. At Siro's question, Chir smacked the ground three times. Both questions had different answers!
As if realizing it, only one was repeated. With confidence he didn't exactly feel, Chir slapped the wet ground once. He didn't need a healer; he'd bandaged himself up plenty of times before. However, he wasn't convinced Siro didn't need one himself. He placed a hand on Siro's shoulder in silent indication for him to stay. The last thing he needed was for him to try getting up and stumbling into the pool.
Quickly, Chir padded back the way they'd come. Finding his relatively clean shirt, he returned and helped Siro sit up so he could tie it around Siro's head to keep his eyes closed. With a grunt, he tugged at him to usher him back into the baths if only to wash the blood off the both of them. Using his good arm, Chir also splashed water up onto the tiles to dilute out the blood and encourage it to drain before reaching over to staunch his bleeding shoulder with the bandages. Retying it was a messy chore, but he did so efficiently before replacing the sling as well.
The freckled hunter slumped against the side of the baths with a long sigh. He'd just resigned to stay here. Now, S'far was surely going to kick him out for nearly drowning his son.
