Mau helped M’lak onto the Green’s back. She breathed out, finally glad to have him in a safe spot, rather dangling from Quimyenth’s claws. Now they would be okay, right?
Mau didn’t even have time to register the sudden shadow before the Bronze was already on them. Claws found purchase, not on her beloved Quimyenth, but on the much softer, much more vulnerable humans. The moment the Bronze’s claws dug into her Mau really didn’t have the ability to notice what was going on around her. She could only follow the fresh tracts of pain as they traveled from her hips up her back and up her shoulders. The straps did their best, but for a second Mau almost wished they didn’t. It hurt. More than anything she had ever felt. The white hot pain elicited Quimyenth to turn and try to snap at the Bronze, but it was far too late for that. He was already away, having the worst sort of pain any dragon could ever feel. Then he was gone.
Mau slumped, squeezing her eyes shut. It hurt, so badly. Quimyenth was talking to her, but she couldn’t process it at the moment. Hammer was near as well, trying to get her attention as well. It hurt too much.
The next while wouldn’t be remembered clearly by the Green rider. Help came, somehow she was taken care of. However, honestly, it wasn’t the sort of thing that she could understand all at once. What had happened, what the impact of it all would be, that would come out later.