13.Oct.19, 04:29 PM
B’kit had been enjoying the sunny day, working on embroidering a shirt while the dragonets played. It was a gift, and he had been working on it for a while to get it ready in time. Erebuth snapped idly at his sister as she vaulted him, grumbling at being used as an obstacle. She was so annoying sometimes- Erebuth just wanted to be left alone with his toy.
He snorted in annoyance as she pranced away, then hurried up out of Dyoricath’s way as he retaliated, though not quickly enough to avoid his tail being stepped on. Yelping, he joined the tussle and was pulling ineffectually at Dyo’s tail when Zezeth suddenly went quiet before all hell broke loose. Erebuth scrambled back, tripping over himself and tumbling tail over head trying to get out of the way. Zezeth? he ventured cautiously as the humans came running. His head swung to their brother. What did you do?
Kitt tossed the shirt at the basket he’d brought with him, sprinting over to see if he could help. He spared a moment to help Erebuth get himself righted, then went to check on the others. He helped tug some of the would-be helpers out of the way to let Madiquel get to her dragonet, and blanched as he saw Zezeth’s leg.
“Come on, give them some room,” he managed to say, moving back with some of the others, pointedly. He was about to run off for L’gan or Eb’zer when she suddenly insisted on Master Verec. Well, he wouldn’t argue. Still, maybe one of the others could help. He was about to suggest that when he got a look at Madiquel’s face and felt the words die on his lips. At least he could keep too many people from crowding them.
He snorted in annoyance as she pranced away, then hurried up out of Dyoricath’s way as he retaliated, though not quickly enough to avoid his tail being stepped on. Yelping, he joined the tussle and was pulling ineffectually at Dyo’s tail when Zezeth suddenly went quiet before all hell broke loose. Erebuth scrambled back, tripping over himself and tumbling tail over head trying to get out of the way. Zezeth? he ventured cautiously as the humans came running. His head swung to their brother. What did you do?
Kitt tossed the shirt at the basket he’d brought with him, sprinting over to see if he could help. He spared a moment to help Erebuth get himself righted, then went to check on the others. He helped tug some of the would-be helpers out of the way to let Madiquel get to her dragonet, and blanched as he saw Zezeth’s leg.
“Come on, give them some room,” he managed to say, moving back with some of the others, pointedly. He was about to run off for L’gan or Eb’zer when she suddenly insisted on Master Verec. Well, he wouldn’t argue. Still, maybe one of the others could help. He was about to suggest that when he got a look at Madiquel’s face and felt the words die on his lips. At least he could keep too many people from crowding them.