27.Feb.12, 01:56 AM
Nirinath descended much slower than did Ronarth, Grith, and Larrikith, but not because she wanted to. She wanted to rush headlong beside them, do anything that she could to stop them falling, but she had to be cautious. So instead she blipped in and out of between the quicker to make her way to the beach and landed a few yards away from the other three. She raced over to them, churning sand as she ran, her wings half-folded.
Ronarth! Grith! Are you okay? Ichor seeped from Ronarth's hide and for a few minutes the bronze did not rise, though he did move -- was he okay? Grith seemed mostly uninjured besides the original hurt, a strained wing-joint that would need some rest. Ronarth? Finally he stood, his wings hanging limply but at least not tattered, and Nirinath moved to stand near his head, nuzzling him carefully. Larrikith voiced what she was thinking: was he sure he was okay? The gold's eyes whirled rapid yellows of concern and she creeled quietly.
Tsuen, is Ronarth's alright? He seems to be having a nightmare; what is going on out there? Ronarth is injured, but I think he'll be okay. We may be awhile in getting home. Grith and Larrikith are here, too, and Grith has a strained wing as well. Tsuen merely nodded, and dabbed at D'ren's head with cool water, making quiet shushing sounds as she did. Injuries were not uncommon with dragons; at least she knew where the gold was.
Ronarth! Grith! Are you okay? Ichor seeped from Ronarth's hide and for a few minutes the bronze did not rise, though he did move -- was he okay? Grith seemed mostly uninjured besides the original hurt, a strained wing-joint that would need some rest. Ronarth? Finally he stood, his wings hanging limply but at least not tattered, and Nirinath moved to stand near his head, nuzzling him carefully. Larrikith voiced what she was thinking: was he sure he was okay? The gold's eyes whirled rapid yellows of concern and she creeled quietly.
Tsuen, is Ronarth's alright? He seems to be having a nightmare; what is going on out there? Ronarth is injured, but I think he'll be okay. We may be awhile in getting home. Grith and Larrikith are here, too, and Grith has a strained wing as well. Tsuen merely nodded, and dabbed at D'ren's head with cool water, making quiet shushing sounds as she did. Injuries were not uncommon with dragons; at least she knew where the gold was.
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