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, 06:29 PM
Chir wanted nothing more than to slip under the water and contemplate drowning himself for a while. What a disaster. He should have just gone to sleep. His eyes quickly assessed Siro for any hint of blood remaining and felt relief to see he'd managed to splash all of it off him. His roommate's question was met with a short pause. What was it again? Twice for yes, once for no? Chir slapped the surface of the water twice to signal it was safe for him to remove the make-shift blindfold before stepping out of the bath himself.
The young hunter managed his most apologetic expression and stayed close to Siro as they both made their way into the antechamber to get dressed just in case he had to prevent another spill on the floor. Chironhes accepted his shirt back from Siro and slipped it over his head, not bothering to free his right arm from the fabric. It was better for it to stay under the shirt just in case it started to bleed through the bandages. Thankfully, the loose fabric of the storage pants made it easy for him to shrug them back on one-handed after toweling off. After, Chir slung the towel over his injured shoulder as extra insurance there would be no strikethrough.
As Siro led the way to the kitchens, Chir spent the time remembering the paths they'd taken to get there. An excellent sense of direction had served him well in the forests, but he knew this was a brand new jungle to navigate, and he didn't want to get lost right away if he went out on his own.
Chir declined Siro's offer to fetch him anything from the kitchens with a lifted palm and a shake of his head. He waited just outside and wondered if B'jin and Larrikith were still in Lemos or if they'd returned yet. If he could just explain to the green dragon it was an accident, surely she would make an argument to S'far to let him stay. He hoped. Which felt silly now, considering he'd been so eager to return home before.
Upon Siro's return, Chir fell into step alongside him to make their way back to their quarters. But the boy caught sight of the familiar building and reached out to tug at Siro's shirt. He pointed at the healers' site and hoped the reason was obvious enough. Though the other boy didn't join him inside, he did wait at the door.
Once inside, Chir was chastised quite heavily for the damage he'd done to his arm. Without any way to defend himself, the injured hunter only hung his head and accepted the rebukes as his injuries were examined. However, before any numbweed could be reapplied, the boy held out a hand and shook his head. It was clear the gel was too effective for him. Chir was used to injuries that pained him. They were the body's warning system that he was extending himself beyond his limits. Having it on his shoulder again was clearly detrimental as he too easily forgot about his state without the constant reminder.
But, as it had concerned him before, the deep wound along his side had the healer tutting with disapproval. Though he stiffened in anticipation, Chir made no protest when they took a blade to the necrotic skin. Despite Siro's poor relationship with blood, bleeding was a good sign of an area's ability to heal, and the hunter understood its importance based on his own experiences in the wilds. Only when the healer reached healthy tissue did a sharp, exhaled whimper pass from the boy. The numbweed applied before had clearly worn off and now he could feel the blade methodically scraping against his flesh.
Chir dug the fingers of his left hand firmly into the infirmary bed while his right hand clenched into a tight fist in its sling. His breaths passed harshly through his nose as he fought every instinct to reel away from the healer's care and slumped with apparent relief when they finally found satisfaction with the way the ugly wound bled freely. A warning was called out to Siro by the medic for him not to come in yet, and Chir let his chin dip towards his chest in obvious relief when numbweed was applied to the gaping wound on his side.
A new bandage was re-applied and Chir was left with strict instructions not to touch it again and to return first thing in the morning for a change. The boy nodded his understanding seriously and quickly fled back to Siro as soon as he was given leave to go. For people who spent their time helping others, healers could be frightening!
The young hunter managed his most apologetic expression and stayed close to Siro as they both made their way into the antechamber to get dressed just in case he had to prevent another spill on the floor. Chironhes accepted his shirt back from Siro and slipped it over his head, not bothering to free his right arm from the fabric. It was better for it to stay under the shirt just in case it started to bleed through the bandages. Thankfully, the loose fabric of the storage pants made it easy for him to shrug them back on one-handed after toweling off. After, Chir slung the towel over his injured shoulder as extra insurance there would be no strikethrough.
As Siro led the way to the kitchens, Chir spent the time remembering the paths they'd taken to get there. An excellent sense of direction had served him well in the forests, but he knew this was a brand new jungle to navigate, and he didn't want to get lost right away if he went out on his own.
Chir declined Siro's offer to fetch him anything from the kitchens with a lifted palm and a shake of his head. He waited just outside and wondered if B'jin and Larrikith were still in Lemos or if they'd returned yet. If he could just explain to the green dragon it was an accident, surely she would make an argument to S'far to let him stay. He hoped. Which felt silly now, considering he'd been so eager to return home before.
Upon Siro's return, Chir fell into step alongside him to make their way back to their quarters. But the boy caught sight of the familiar building and reached out to tug at Siro's shirt. He pointed at the healers' site and hoped the reason was obvious enough. Though the other boy didn't join him inside, he did wait at the door.
Once inside, Chir was chastised quite heavily for the damage he'd done to his arm. Without any way to defend himself, the injured hunter only hung his head and accepted the rebukes as his injuries were examined. However, before any numbweed could be reapplied, the boy held out a hand and shook his head. It was clear the gel was too effective for him. Chir was used to injuries that pained him. They were the body's warning system that he was extending himself beyond his limits. Having it on his shoulder again was clearly detrimental as he too easily forgot about his state without the constant reminder.
But, as it had concerned him before, the deep wound along his side had the healer tutting with disapproval. Though he stiffened in anticipation, Chir made no protest when they took a blade to the necrotic skin. Despite Siro's poor relationship with blood, bleeding was a good sign of an area's ability to heal, and the hunter understood its importance based on his own experiences in the wilds. Only when the healer reached healthy tissue did a sharp, exhaled whimper pass from the boy. The numbweed applied before had clearly worn off and now he could feel the blade methodically scraping against his flesh.
Chir dug the fingers of his left hand firmly into the infirmary bed while his right hand clenched into a tight fist in its sling. His breaths passed harshly through his nose as he fought every instinct to reel away from the healer's care and slumped with apparent relief when they finally found satisfaction with the way the ugly wound bled freely. A warning was called out to Siro by the medic for him not to come in yet, and Chir let his chin dip towards his chest in obvious relief when numbweed was applied to the gaping wound on his side.
A new bandage was re-applied and Chir was left with strict instructions not to touch it again and to return first thing in the morning for a change. The boy nodded his understanding seriously and quickly fled back to Siro as soon as he was given leave to go. For people who spent their time helping others, healers could be frightening!
