The Luck of Dragons [E] (Archith's Fourth Hatching)

[Cait]

With the help of Flute and Drum and a kindly young man that she wasn't sure if she knew or not, Alyga had been settled into a seat in the very front row. Everything was a beige blur with a large golden, fuzzy blob but she could sort of make out the movement of candidates entering the sands and she smiled. Flute, humming contentedly on her right shoulder flashed her images of the young men and women in white robes as well as of the eggs while the ever surly Drum, her staunch protector, eyed anyone close enough to touch her or do possible harm. Everything seemed to be going swimmingly. Flute would flash an image whenever a new dragon hatched and she would listen to the reactions of the crowd. A relatively uneventful hatching which wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Drum tensed on her shoulder, his claws pricking her a second before a loud, unexpected bugle caused the woman to jump with a cry. Flute sent her a frantic image of a green dragon twisting in the air overhead and then there was a blurred flash of the same green color and hands were grabbing at her, pushing her down and out of her seat. Drum hissed and scratched at the hands that had pressed his mistress to the ground but settled as it became clear that they were trying to protect her.

Mere seconds later another deafening bellow that brought tears to Alyga's dark eyes had her covering her head as she pressed herself against the warm stone of the wall. Flute wedged herself between the woman's arms and chest and Drum laid himself across the harper's face and spread his wings as sand started flying. Terrified and having no way of knowing what was going on, Alyga curled around her little pink with a whimper and started to sing shakily under her breath to calm herself but it wasn't working very well.

There were screams and shouts and sand everywhere and a thud vibrated the stone wall shortly before the sound of claws scrambling on stone could be heard through the ringing in her ears. With flute cowering and Drum trained to protect more than to be her eyes she was terrified that something had landed above her on the wall and in an attempt to drown out the sound that assaulted her ears, she began to sing louder, one of the older songs of dragonmen. No doubt it drew a few strange looks from those around her but she was oblivious to it, just trying to keep from screaming or fainting as the world seemed to be falling apart around her in a blurry haze.

[Kaya]

Stinging sand bit at the skin and hides of those on the Hatching Sands. The DarkBlue creeled unhappily, the Black, Jungle and Citrine squinted their eyes looking up, trying to see. The Citrine glared on in anger. The Black, satisfied that his mother had it handled, let his eyes shut to escape the painful sand. The Purple whined as the grains bit into the shallow wound on his nose. The White-Green just shook herself in vain to remove the sand. Just as quickly as the sand stirred up, it fell again to the ground.

The Cloud, newly arrived, swiveled her head around and around until she was so off balance that she plopped right down onto the sand. It took her a second to reassess but picked herself right back up and started her looking around again, though this time she managed to keep upright and only sway a little until she started moving. The Cloud got hardly a half dozen steps before she tripped again for not looking where she was going. Quickly she kept going, only to run into the other large egg at the end of the half circle. A large piece of it then fell away, letting a Sunlance out into the world. He took stock of her, and the very strong sense of distress that permeated the Hatching Sands still. Seeing his Cloud sister was wrapped up in her curiosity and blissfully devoid of fear, he took off towards the still whimpering DarkBlue instead. He nosed at her side and she shrunk away. He moved to place his face right up against hers. She finally cracked an eye open, stared a moment, and slowly tried to get up. Satisfied with progress, the Sunlance moved to her side to help push her up. Her dark wing spread over his back. The two stayed like that a moment, the DarkBlue looking much more comfortable at his side. He looked around and saw the rest of the dragonets were recovering on their own, and the feeling of hunger started to pull strongly at his will. He noticed a girl shaking in the sand, dropped to her knees. He nudged the DarkBlue away kindly to complete her search and approached Sif very slowly. He put his nose right in her face and breathed out. Elysif, do not be afraid.

The Black had found himself unable to look away from the Stands. There was something up there. He slowly scanned the crowd.

In the center the egg set apart finally crumbled away. Uncurling herself was a dragon of dark hide, with slowly shifting color into deep red and orange and bright yellow that seemed to glow white hot as if superheated like a smith’s metal. There were a few cracks of dark red in the black hide, and areas where the brighter sections abruptly stopped as if they hadn’t yet finished spreading out. She looked about, located Archith high above, and then turned her head back down towards the Candidates. The assault of worried emotions and a strange hazy discomfort over all of it tried to pin her in place, but she shook it off and strode off undeterred towards the young men standing there on the Sands.

Name: Skiath [sky-ath / skɑɪæθ]
Color: Sunlance (m) #fff6cc
Personality: Watchful and well intentioned, Skiath always keeps one eye open for anything that seems amiss. He believes in his superior perceptive abilities and knows others cannot measure up. He chooses his actions after prudent consideration and makes his judgements discreetly as to affect the world without drawing attention to his guidance. His disposition makes him well suited to protective work but requires firm teaching lest his actions become smothering.
Adult Length: 27 feet

[Kaya]

R'vor sat up in the Stands amongst the crowd. Iridith had chosen not to attend, something about it being too crowded. Amended with the comment that R'vor could update him on it all anyway, it would be hardly any different. The Rider knew there was no making his Flame do anything he didn't want to, so R'vor was there in the anonymous crowd. The quick succession of changes, from Elysif's entrance, to the first egg hatching, the arrival of yet more and more dragonets left his head attention strained. But he had a singular focus to come back to, and so was able to keep track of her fairly well until madness took hold of the grounds and his ears threatened to leave his body for good. He tore his eyes away from the snarling Gold in time to see a Sunlance approach Sif and nudge her. That Black was still looking away, so would it be this one? He held his breath.

[Shoki]

Hedara’s eyes kept shifting, trying to be aware of everything. As V’quin rolled his head she glanced at him. She wasn’t the only one who remembered they had more enemies then just the ones that were obvious. They would be free of that trouble though. She would see it done.

Her gazed focused back on the eggs, and the dragonets continued their investigation. Nothing more amazing yet ordinary. Of course, things rarely stayed ordinary.

When the Green swooped, her eyes narrowed and she reached to her back for… something. It never got there and instead she used her other hand to steady when V’quin pushed her head, trying to defend her. She didn’t need what was hidden there, the dragon was away before too long.

The roar from Archith was clear though.

She pushed herself back up when V’quin let go of her back, hazel eyes looking at the dragon for only a moment. Instead she quickly shifted around. She had been suspecting a shoe would drop, was this it? He eyed the Igenese, who seemed equally surprised and surrounded by a flurry of guards. Some were coming this direction as well, to see if they were okay. Hedara waved them off.

“If she was, Temperanth would not let it lie. She is not of Ice Stone.” She glanced toward where the Ice sat and frowned. Odd. She didn’t have much time to think about it, a wave of surprise traveled through the crowd. An egg had hatched and its color was…what? Hedara had not seen it’s equal. As she looked at it, she felt soothed, as it reminded her of a forge. Interesting

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Temperanth was pleased at the return greeting from the Abyss. She was happy to engage in more conversation, but that wasn’t possible. When Sunvoiath turned, she did as well, observing the Green and her actions. The Abyss beside her was ready for an attack, and Temperanth might be considered the same, only very differently. She glanced to where she knew Irrakath was, and smoothed herself into a standing position. It was not a fight though.

The Queen observed the actions as they unfolded, the swooping, screaming, and the Green approaching her and Sunvioath. Though the Abyss beside her hissed, the Ice did not. Her head was turned to the Green but her eyes whirled slowly with sorrow of all things. There was a strange web of memories that the Green brought to mind, stretching turn to turn into a lattice of troubles. The trouble with being who she was, it created every moment as a context of history. Even when she would wish it otherwise.

Sunvoiath chided, but Archith approached, and Temperanth smoothed her emotions out. Despite what had occurred, for now there was no reason for sorrow. This was not her Weyr, nor her hatching, nor a dragon of hers. So she did not comment. Now was the time to be the one that increased her weyr’s knowledge. Her wings, slightly spread, her posture that of a statue that stared. She watched Archith’s actions and deeds. For herself, for her Weyr, she remembered. She would remember what happened next, at this hatching for peace. She would also gather the image Hedara remembered of the dragonets hatching, and the Igenese diplomats. She sat, watched and let the moments that were stitched together become a history woven to share with her fellow dragons.

She was an Ice, through and through.

[thelifeweaver]

Blurred shapes seemed to propagate at the center of the hatching sands, no doubt more of the little Dragonets or so he hoped. Struggling to try lift himself off the scorching wall his body screamed in protest. Barely a few inches off the wall his legs gave way and he unceremoniously dropped onto the sands. Arguably he wasn’t entirely sure what was better; the wall or the sands - at least he’d been able to witness what was going on around him before, albeit with several rocks poking into his back.

Flailing rather uselessly he finally managed to gain enough purchase to lift himself back into a crouching position. There were indeed more blurry dragonets on the sands and with a degree of relief he didn’t see anything to indicate a death. “Gonna feel this tomorrow.” He grumbled to himself, not wanting to examine himself lest he find himself leaking blood or worse.

As his vision cleared so did his hearing, the persistent ringing reaching an apex before fading to a somewhat manageable level. Frowning he turned around to look at the crowd for but a moment, he could have sworn he heard singing?

Had the most recent injury caused more damage than he thought?

[Cait]

Even after having spotted and waved at Lan when he arrived and subsequently elbowing Dyranor in the side for commenting on it Saddyris found it difficult to relax and fully enjoy the hatching. She was on edge on so many levels. First and foremost this was Dyranor's first hatching since he'd gotten himself removed from one a few turns back and the way he sat on the edge of his seat didn't make her feel any better. Then there was the fact that this hatching was so thoroughly embroiled in politics that as a visiting dignitary of sorts, it did make her a little nervous that there was potential for this to break out into a fight at any moment. Though it seemed to be going well and her cousin was behaving himself, she couldn't shake the feeling like something was bound to happen.

Sure enough, as she watched another hatchling spill onto the sands, chaos erupted. A green appeared above the sands with a cry and dove at the stands. With a curse the Vrishna woman ducked and covered her head even as several people around her shouted and did the same. Nearby she heard someone curse and then...singing? Groping beside her she found Dyranor's seat empty and cursed, lifting her head just as Archith unfurled her wings and sent a mighty gust through the sands, knocking her back against the wooden backrest with bruising force and pelting her with sand. Sputtering and covering her ears against the echoing cry, Saddyris hoped that her cousin wasn't doing something stupid.


Dyranor, who had seen the young woman in the front row be led into the stands with her two firelizards knew by word of mouth that she was the blind sister of one of the former Weyrleaders. He'd seen her around and had even heard her sing. She was a lovely, if tiny thing and when the green had swooped the stands, he'd been quick to jump to the next row down and push her down as Archith's wings flared. Guiding her so her back was to the wall, he cursed as the blood red firelizard hovering over the girl clawed and nipped at his hands, but he persisted until the harper was tucked safely away. The air vibrated with anger as Archith cried out and Dyranor shuddered, remembering when that anger was focused on him. Heart racing, he ducked back behind the wall and covered his head as his face was pelted with searing sand, though beneath all the chaos he heard the wobbling voice of the harper as she curled into a ball and sung, her crimson draped over her.

[Cait]

Sif kept her head covered and oblivious to the sand that was turning her skin an angry red, she remained crouched on the sands. The sand had stopped pelting her but she was not sure she wanted to lift her head again only to get smacked in the face with more sand. But it would appear that she had no choice but to lift her head as something damp and cool shoved itself against her cheek and a rush of warm air gusted against her face. Sitting up abruptly and moving to skitter back, fearful that one of the hatchlings might be about to maul her, Elysif found herself staring into a single swirling eye that seemed to explode into a full spectrum of color as sand trickled from her shoulders and hair and a soothing voice sounded in her mind. Elysif, do not be afraid.

Staring at the newly hatched dragon and his buttercream hide, she was in awe of the rush of emotions she felt in that moment and the ravenous hunger that clawed at her stomach. As she moved to push herself up shakily, the sunlance moved forward and used his body to steady her, pressing his nose into her stomach as she wobbled. Hesitantly, she reached out and plucked a bit of egg shell from the hatchlings's neck and a faint smile curled on her lips. "I think I'm supposed to feed you now, Skiath. My training is minimal so you'll have to be patient."

The sunlance snorted softly and stared up adoringly at the young woman. She was older than many of the candidates on the sands and held within her the scars of loss and sorrow. Yes, his choice was made and he'd made it well. Elysif was his. He would care for her and make her happy. As the pair turned, the young woman looking for the station that she'd been told would be set up for feeding young dragons, she spotted one of the other candidates crumpled against the stands wall. Not sure if she should delay the feeding of her dragon or not, Elysif looked uncertainly at the sunlance and felt her anxiety ease as Skiath stepped toward the young man. Hurrying after him, Sif crouched down next to him and sent nimble fingers poking about his hair looking for any damp spots. "You alright? Do you want me to get a healer for you?"

You should see a healer too. They make people feel better, yes? You hurt.[/color] Skiath peered around Elysif at the man slumped against the wall and moved a little closer to poke at his hand, wedging his nose under it and snorting. "I will a bit later, don't worry."

[T'ren]

There were few things S'rico enjoyed more than being truly wanted, and Rekkora fulfilled every bit of that for him. Every little thing she did made the bronze-crimson rider soar higher than dragon wings ever could. With her hand resting on his thigh, he leaned back into his seat, content and comfortable with his surroundings. His eyes drifted down to the hatching, little dragonets roaming the sands to find their forever, bringing back memories of his own impression to Aldith.


Just as he'd gotten content and comfortable, S'rico was jolted back to reality by a loud and unfamiliar presence swooping into the hatching sands. Loud and startling just about everyone around him, his eyes followed the dragon who came to rest near his own.
Seemingly before he could blink, Archith was hackles raised, sand stirring irritated and in the greens face. Handling the situation the way any disgruntled mother would, in his opinion.


Aldith was equally as startled by the appearance of this unknown green, he could feel Sunvoiath's irritation and he shuffled himself closer to her, in more of a protective manner than anything. There was truly nothing more terrifying than an angry queen, and now there were two angry queens. Oh boy. This hatching had gotten real interesting, real fast..and it had little to do with the hatchlings.

[thelifeweaver]

Cognizance beyond his observation of the hatchlings came about abruptly as a dragonet he’d presumed bonded approached with newly gained rider in tow. And as it approached he couldn’t help but find himself involuntarily flinching. Having one of the little demons next to him caused his heart to thump loudly in his chest but he still felt oddly relieved.  

Crouching down by his side he looked at her blearily, taking his eyes off the other dragonets. Her prodding of his head brought about a sharp hiss of pain. Judging by her expression the damage didn’t appear as bad as he’d feared.

"You alright? Do you want me to get a healer for you?" She asked, drowning out the music that had lingered. It was a good sign that it came from an outside source rather than emerging from a jumbled corner of his head. Not that it helped with the pounding of his head and general ache and searing across his entire body.

It would be too dangerous to call in others into the hatching grounds and Rythal did his best to voice this thoguth. “Hmm, too dangerous - not leaking, am I?” Rythal asked incoherently, the question forming without the careful consideration he was used to. “‘Pparently I can’t talk properly right now.” He cringed, that was a concern.

[Shoki]

“Okay Cr’wean, listen to me very carefully. Get to the sands, patch up anyone who has been hurt, and stay far away from any person from Igen.”

Cr’wean’s eyes had almost rolled out of his head. Like he wanted to talk to anyone who had cause his workload tripling. He hadn’t had time to have strong opinions about the war except dealing with the reality of it all. His specialty had always been broken bones and other conventional injuries, and he was now scarily good at it. His day in day out job of healing people had made sure of that. He stomped off to work with his bag of equipment in tow.

[smear:993300]Are you sure I can’t come?[/smear:A0522D] Kiyosh’s mindvoice was surprisingly quiet. She worried about the precious little humans. Cr’wean glanced at the giant vulture for a moment.

You know it’ll be a pain for you to be there. Though the words were gruff, he meant that as kindly as he could manage. They were supposed to reserve their talents as a bonded pair for emergencies. Kiyosh tended to give of herself more freely then she should. All in the name of healing the ‘cute humans’. So her being there and not being able to help would be agonizing for her. Kiyosh brushed it off.

[smear:993300]I’ll deal with it. I deal with you after all. Besides, there may be a real emergency.[/smear:A0522D] Cr’wean snorted.

Then hang about. See if I care.

[smear:993300]You are so adorable today.[/smear:A0522D] She followed him, but remained in the bowl as he went to do some damage control. He was immediately regretting his agreeing to this.

He clapped his hands to his head as Archith roared, and took off. People were scrambling and he was hit with a buffet of wind and sand. He succeeded in not getting his eyes full of sand, but they narrowed anyway. He had missed something but there were people with injuries? Or just reeling. He glanced at the stands and too the sands as well. His eyes were drawn to two people standing together, with a dragonet next to one of them. Recently impressed? Shard it. Kiyosh

The Lifewing peered into the sands. She looked where Cr’wean looked and spied the boy with a bandage already on his head. Oh. She eyed about her and then risked opening her beak. A low, reedy note was heard, but perhaps it was just the humming of the dragons. Cr’wean sighed. [smear:993300]That one has bonded already, I’ll ask after the boy.[/smear:A0522D] Cr’wean nodded. He was already bonded to a creature, so he wasn’t worried about getting impressed to anything else, but unbonded dragonets were unstable. He didn’t want to get in the way of one if he could do anything else. He stalked the edge of the sands two the two individuals. They were both injured.

“What happened?” Cr’wean’s voice was short and demanded a response. However, he didn’t wait, he was already fishing into his bag for bandages and some antiseptics.

[Cait]

Noticing the way that the young man jumped when Skiath wiggled his nose under the candidate’s hand, Sif couldn’t help but stroke the sunlance’s nose as he started with confusion at the younger man. To him it made no sense that the boy would shy away. Clearly they were there to help, he was there to help. Deciding that perhaps he just needed to try again, wedged himself in what he thought was an unobtrusive way, between Elysif and the other candidate, stretching his neck to try and reach his hand again.

“Skiath, easy.” Sif murmured as she topped backward. The sunlance wasn’t exactly petite and his insistence on comforting the candidate was starting to backfire. Thankfully a proper healer showed up and Sif moved to try and herd the young dragon away from his intended target while updating the healer. “Knocked into the wall by the wind gust, I’m pretty sure he his his head. Not leaking though.”

She said the later loud enough for Rythal to hear and smiling kindly, she winked at the candidate as she leaned down to loop her arms around Skiath’s neck and give him a tug. With a bit of a struggle she distracted the sunlance from fussing over the boy but the moment she did he redirected his attentions back to her. You should see the healer as well, Elysif. You have burns and scrapes. What’s that?! “What’s wha--Skiath!”

The sunlance was already loping in a rather undignified fashion towards the entrance to the hatching sands, his eyes fixated on the strange creature there that wasn’t a dragon. It had made a sound. But before he could investigate fully, his newborn stomach got the better of him and his head whipped around as the scent from the feeding station caught his attention. A bit flabbergasted by the whole ordeal, Sif jogged after him and barely kept him from knocking over the tables that were set up in his eagerness to get at the food.

[thelifeweaver]

The canid sized Dragonet’s second attempt to nudge him did not go unnoticed and through a mix of guilt and lessening worry he rubbed the unique beast that now sat with him alongside his rider. In all honesty he wasn’t sure why he had flinched, but such was the way of the human body and its absurd quirks. He was rather disappointed when it moved aside at the insistence of its Rider.

Perhaps if he had time he’d ask to see the creature one more time before returning to the routes. After all it was fairly clear the impressing aspect of the hatching had long since passed him by; unless a dragon was interested in how badly their human could damage themselves. He felt oddly sick at the thought of leaving the sands with nothing; a feeling that hadn’t been present not even a few moments ago.

Appearing firstly in the blurred corners of his vision a new figure bearing the garb he’d loosely remember from someone in the Aerie. “What happened?” The healer questioned with an professional insistence and yet the unmistakable burning of antiseptic applied directly to his wounds were done not even an instant after the question was asked. The surprise sting of the substance pulled forth a hiss of pain for the second time that day.

There were now two people and a dragon attempting to help him and it felt odd; to have people working to aid him. Such was the way of his life as a Caravaneer - to live independent - ahead detached from others outwith basic dialogues. The fact such a thing was bothering him just so happened to also be example of the jumbled mess of thoughts swirling endlessly in his head.

“Knocked into the wall by the wind gust, I’m pretty sure he his his head. Not leaking though.” The newly minted Rider informed swiftly after and Rythal couldn’t help but snort at the end of her statement. He’d said it after all and as firsts impressions went it was a rather spectacular conversation starter. As he went to attempt a return quip it was clear that her new charge had different place, loosely pulling her away.

Alone with the healer he thought it best to fill him in on the details. “Second time. I’ve smashed my head this week, hard to talk.” Rythal sputtered out in a slow, monotonous tone. “Hard to talk but gettin’ better.” He added quickly after, ignoring the added sting of the healer’s craft.

With that rather important task complete he turned his attention back towards the hatchlings and eggs that still lingered upon the blistering sands. He felt oddly drawn to something out there but that could be the head trauma.

[Kaya]

The Cloud watched the Sunlance stride off into the others, her DarkBlue sibling, and finally to Impression. It was beautiful, she wanted that. And food. Her swirling eyes surveyed the Candidates at a distance on the sand. So much to take in, she imagined what it might be like to be so big as the dragons above. Her wings spilled out, absurdly large, as they often were on young Clouds. She tried to flap them, but the dampness from the egg made them difficult to unfurl. She would require help. Picking up speed she trotted off, wings dragging in the ground. She approached the DarkBlue and gave her a playful headbutt, which was the last thing the darker dragonet wanted to add to her day. She gave out a startled and undignified squeak. The Cloud peered at her and gave a sheepish sort of shrug. Why did she react that way? She hummed an apology. Satisfied she turned to the girls nearby and claimed one.

Aislin, I need your help with all this, she announced, letting the waves of hunger pass between them, and demonstrating her inability to manage her wings and the great amount of sand that had stuck to them making the task of lifting them further impossible.

While all this was happening the half out egg finally gave way to the will of a Sunset who joined the others on the sand. She chirruped happily and ran off towards the female candidates. That left two eggs unhatched in the center, though one was making good progress cracking and would soon hatch.

The Black now was making growls of displeasure, or at least his best attempts at it given the lack of powerful rumble that was earned only with time and a much larger ribcage. He pulled back on his hindlegs, still looking upwards. The little dragonet couldn’t keep it up for long though and thudded back to the ground. Thus far thwarted, he angrily brushed passed a pair of girls and send one tumbling to the ground. Behind them he stretched his foreclaws up the wall, which dwarfed him in height. Vexed, he attempted a leap only to scrape his claws all the way back down. He roared (squeaked) his irritation.

The brightly ornamented black dragonet had made her way swiftly through the men standing there, pacing past them with a hurry in her step, but making sure to look each one square in the eye. She turned away and nearly bumped into a Blue that had just taken a first few steps. The two stopped, nose to nose. He made the first change and took a half step back, an impressive maneuver for one newly versed in steps, and continued on her way past her side. Immediate problem solved, the dragonet with burning features took a direct path to the females and started the process over, staring each on in the eye.


Xylinath
Name: zye-LEE-nath
Hex color: 4fd7ff
Adult size: 24 feet
About: With her head in the clouds, so to speak, Xylinath is a bit on the distractible side. Sweet and fun-loving she will seek out excitement and good-natured fun frequently and will attempt to drag her rider into it. Because of her short attention span she may blunder a bit socially, at least with the more uptight sorts, but she more than makes up for it with her genuine sweetness.

[Cait]

With the sand having stopped it's swirling, Dyranor rose to his feet and then stooped the help the young woman up as well. ONce more her little crimson hissed and swatted at him but this time didn't make contact at least. Rolling his eyes, the young man saw the little harper settled in her seat once more and started to turn when the sound of claws scraping at rock, closer than Archith, and a disgruntled squeak drew him closer to the wall. From somewhere behind him, he knew Saddyris had spotted him and knew that she was already thinking he was going to do something stupid, but he'd learned his lesson and with the olden queen already riled, he wasn't about to step out of line.

But a little peak wouldn't hurt.

Ignoring his cousin as she called his name, Dyranor braced his hands on the top of the wall and leaned over to find that the little black dragon who had been watching the older woman on the sands was now trying to claw his way up the wall. He felt for the little guy. Half the time he felt like he was trying to claw his way out of Saddyris' perfect shadow. "I think you're lost, the candidates are that way." He made a shooing motion toward the sands and then pushed away from the wall.

[Shoki]

Cr’wean gave a grunt and nod at the weyrling’s words. Sharding head injuries. Everything got ten times more complicated. The fact that the kid was in any way responsive was a good sign but he had yet to determine how much. Unlike everyone else he was doing his job and had no time for the comings and goings of dragonets. Which was why he hoped that Kiyosh was watching his back. Good chance that if a dragonet wanted to maul him, he’d really have no choice but to be mauled with his back turned. He had too many things on the brain. Like he would have to check that other weyrling after this.

“Sorry kid, but even if it’s hard to talk, I need you to.” He was checking but he had to be very careful. “Where did you hit the wall? It helps if you can point to the area.” Regardless his fingers moved and searched for breaks or fractures. He assumed something, but was careful to avoid head and neck. Just in case.

[smear:993300]I heard back, he has been treated recently. Released but not fully recovered.[/smear:A0522D] Cr’wean scowled.

Of course.

[smear:993300]I could…[/smear:A0522D]

Cr’wean tried not to growl, but a hard sigh did escape him. “If you want a professional opinion, you should be on bedrest after this. Or rather right now.” He leaned back and focused. “But I can’t move you until I make sure I can.”

[smear:993300]Yeessss![/smear:A0522D] Kiyosh seemed delighted.

JUST investigate. You do anything more and I will chase you away myself.

The Vulture looked smug and then straightened up. She opened her beak again, and instead of a note, she began to sing. Her voice, like the singe note, was low and reedy. It was wordless, but a light and inquisitive melody. It was still hard to hear, but Cr’wean could, and he sang along under his breath. His voice was actually higher then hers in pitch, but the song was brief and hard to hear in commotion.

[smear:993300]What an adorable little one. You won’t find any breaks, and he IS recovering not worsening. You should be good to move him or wait until he can.[/smear:A0522D]

“Good news you’ll live.” Cr’wean let out another sigh, this one a bit relieved.