12.Jan.20, 11:42 AM
L’gan couldn’t help but smile at the inquisitive young gold, letting her sniff him and laughing brightly at the sudden lick and approving words. “Thank you, little one-” the shaking and sudden tail twining around his leg caught him off guard, and his hands tightened reflexively on Sariel’s leg, loosening again as he heard her wince, and looking up as Cirith wrapped a wing around her rider protectively.
L’gan!He felt Semath’s panic and distress as everything suddenly went to hell. Everything in the green was screaming at her to go protect her humans and their new gold, but she didn’t dare approach the sands. As a result, she had stretched her neck as far toward them as it could go and a terrified whine emerged from her throat as her eyes whirled an alarmed red. We’re okay, Semath. It’s alright. We’ll be fine. He reassured her, not sure if he believed it himself.
The keening for the betweened dragonets was a knife in him, reminding him of the tragedy rife at Thallyath’s hatching. L’gan spared a hope that the ceiling would hold; he couldn’t bear the thought of losing eggs, dragons, or humans to such a disaster. Which, naturally led to anxiety about the twins in the creche, which he firmly tamped down. This was not the time to give in to panic; focus on what you can control, nothing else. He could see and hear the chaos as dragonets hurried for their chosen and a shriek of pain as another person was clawed.
As suddenly as it began, and as much as it had seemed to go on forever, abruptly the earth stopped moving. He glanced around and took stock of what had happened. The injured boy was already being taken care of, and a few of the dragonets were still clearly as afraid as the humans, one blue slinking cautiously around with his belly low until his mate found him.
He felt Sariel’s hand in his hair and turned back to face her, words of reassurance on his lips, but her dragonet beat him to it. L’gan held her a moment or two as she cried, then kissed her forehead briefly and forced himself back into Healer mode. The sooner she was patched up and Cirith sated, the sooner the pair could get off the sands and get some rest… Faranth only knew what would be tossed his way next.
“All done,” he had stitched everything quickly and neatly, and finished tying a bandage around it. “Take good care of her, Cirith,” he told the dragonet with a tired smile. He patted the gold fondly when she nudged his hand, then helped Sariel up off the stool. “Rest up, both of you. Healer’s orders. I’ll check on both of you after you get some sleep.”
L’gan!He felt Semath’s panic and distress as everything suddenly went to hell. Everything in the green was screaming at her to go protect her humans and their new gold, but she didn’t dare approach the sands. As a result, she had stretched her neck as far toward them as it could go and a terrified whine emerged from her throat as her eyes whirled an alarmed red. We’re okay, Semath. It’s alright. We’ll be fine. He reassured her, not sure if he believed it himself.
The keening for the betweened dragonets was a knife in him, reminding him of the tragedy rife at Thallyath’s hatching. L’gan spared a hope that the ceiling would hold; he couldn’t bear the thought of losing eggs, dragons, or humans to such a disaster. Which, naturally led to anxiety about the twins in the creche, which he firmly tamped down. This was not the time to give in to panic; focus on what you can control, nothing else. He could see and hear the chaos as dragonets hurried for their chosen and a shriek of pain as another person was clawed.
As suddenly as it began, and as much as it had seemed to go on forever, abruptly the earth stopped moving. He glanced around and took stock of what had happened. The injured boy was already being taken care of, and a few of the dragonets were still clearly as afraid as the humans, one blue slinking cautiously around with his belly low until his mate found him.
He felt Sariel’s hand in his hair and turned back to face her, words of reassurance on his lips, but her dragonet beat him to it. L’gan held her a moment or two as she cried, then kissed her forehead briefly and forced himself back into Healer mode. The sooner she was patched up and Cirith sated, the sooner the pair could get off the sands and get some rest… Faranth only knew what would be tossed his way next.
“All done,” he had stitched everything quickly and neatly, and finished tying a bandage around it. “Take good care of her, Cirith,” he told the dragonet with a tired smile. He patted the gold fondly when she nudged his hand, then helped Sariel up off the stool. “Rest up, both of you. Healer’s orders. I’ll check on both of you after you get some sleep.”