Roleplay

[center]@EmeraldDragon22 @Whim @Evolution2 @Optish @vanilladew (( We shall wait for you Whim )) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19607964] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/196080/19607964_350.png[/img] [/url] The female snickered a little when she heard a female Wildclaw mention that she was supposed to be the only shady one there. She rounded the crowd of dragons and saw bloody bandages wrapped around a hatchling's face. " Lightweaver! What happened?!" She gasped when she approached the Nocturne hatchling, to get a closer look at the damage.[/center]

@Evolution2 @vanilladew @Optish @Whim @Theoretically (This is what she looks like without the bandages and the wound: [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=161&bodygene=6&breed=11&element=8&gender=1&tert=67&tertgene=10&winggene=11&wings=59&auth=0418c2c7f5da94e120eb55070a9169988cead533&dummyext=prev.png[/img] ) She squeaked, surprised by the dragon.

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Faith sighed as he watched the other dragons converse. To him, it was all a babble of nonsensical dithering. Most dragons seemed to be addicted to dithering; in fact, the only dragon the Fae had met that did not dither was her... the one whose name he dared not utter.

He watched the dragons with increasing impatience until he finally could not hold himself back any longer. Forcing himself onto his feet, Faith limped forwards.

"Move," he growled, thrusting past a Mirror fussing over the Nocturne's wound. "I'll heal it."

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{ BTW, she didn't actually say it out loud, the italics are thought. cx }

Jem watched the mirror and Fae step up, feeling slightly useless. His eyes fell at the edges. The ointment had been put on the wound, he assumed it had been cleaned up, and the other dragon had secured it with a rag. There wasn't much else they could do, was there?
Maybe I'm not as knowledgeable about this stuff as I thought I was.

[center]@EmeraldDragon22 @Evolution2 @Optish @vanilladew @Whim (( Oh wow, i should have known cx )) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19607964] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/196080/19607964_350.png[/img] [/url] The Mirror hardly moved, but more-so just picked up her front so the Fae didn't ram into it. Her neck craned slightly to meet the hatchling's eyes, " Hi little one! My name is Othim, and I'd like to know if you're currently feeling any intense pain. I know a recipe for a type of pain relieving tea, would you like some?"[/center]

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She nodded.

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She looked at the ground. She felt tired and sick. She leaned on the Skydancer's side. She tried not to yawn

[center]@EmeraldDragon22 @Evolution2 @Optish @vanilladew @Whim [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19607964] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/196080/19607964_350.png[/img] [/url] Othim turned to the Skydancer next to the hatchling and smiled," She should be okay with at least two healers fussing over her wounds! I will admit, a magic-based healer would be better in this situation, but we have to work with what we have." She scrambled off to Pinkerton's pile to see if she could bargain for a pot for her tea. She managed to get a pot from the Tundra, Othim then added some water from a bottle in her side bags. She set up a small stand for the pot to hang over a nice fire, one which she fueled herself. The Mirror awaited for the water to boil. [/center]

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She continued to lean on the Skydancer's shoulder. (Olivine)