Roleplay

@ZenithDragon (Ah, ye 'ave me apologies then, hah! An' ye 'ave quite th' set up fer a lair. Not at all what I've come t' be familiar with, with landlubbers.)

Tendon let loose something between a laugh and a hiss at Gavis's statement. "No, Tendon means," before he had a chance to continue, Ripley interrupted him.
"Tendon, belay that or it won't be a story we'll be telling them if we get back and you'll have to deal with someone else," Ripley snarled, frustration and pain pulling her beyond tolerance. They would never make it out of here alive or through other territories, for that matter, if he kept up like this. Mirrors weren't known for flying like imperials or coatls and couldn't cover long distances. The pair would be walking through most territories instead of flying over them.
Ripley glanced at Terrence. "Lead the way," she said, her voice void of the anger that was nearly palpable.
Had it been any other dragon, any other of the crew, he was more likely to abandon them than aid them. Ripley played an important part on the ship, though, and he felt that her return would keep them alive longer than any other dragon placed in the crow's nest. Yet, Tendon was starting to lose his patience with Ripley. She wasn't his captain and he wouldn't be taking orders from her.
For now, though, he sank into silence, crimson eyes alight with irritation as he stared ahead of him.

@ZenithDragon

The smells were stronger than what they were used to with Lana and Karma. Perhaps, because there was no smell of water or salt here but either way, it didn't alleviate Tendon's salivating and even Ripley took a moment to adjust to the scents of herbs.
"Thank you," Ripley said to Terrence before following Jaden's instruction.
She did as she was told, taking great pains to avoid hitting her broken leg as she laid down. "I'm Ripley," she said, introducing herself before nodding to the flesh-clad dragon that stood beside her. "And that's Tendon."
Tendon's gaze flashed to Terrence and Xyron before his attention focused on the forest green tundra. At the moment, he was relieved to be able to bear his own weight instead of both of their's though it didn't blind of the fact that he was still irritated and his eyes kept flicking towards Terrence and Xyron.
"Is there anything Tendon might assist with?" he asked though he didn't look at Ripley. The sooner Ripley was taken care of, the sooner they could leave, regardless of whether or not he wanted to remind her of her place.

@ZenithDragon

(Broken leg, I'd fancy she broke th' tibia. It isna a compound fracture though.)

Tendon watched Jaden as he examined Ripley's leg for a moment before his attention wandered. He'd never been interested in learning about injuries, only having them patched up or further inflicted. He glanced at their surroundings, listened to the sounds and found himself already missing the lull of the ocean. Was Ripley missing it too? He glanced at her but she was focused on watching Jaden, waiting for a declaration. What if she could never use that leg again? He'd seen where a loss of limbs rendered a pirate and, to him, it wasn't worth it.
"Will she have the ability to use that leg once it is healed?" he asked, avoiding Ripley's look of surprise at his question.

@ZenithDragon

"That is not necessary. The pair will find them instead," Tendon answered immediately. Even Ripley was watching him as he paused after he'd spoken. Nobody would be sent to find them, let alone pick them up. They'd lost more than one sailor overboard and often picked up as if they'd never worked on the ship before. Few pirates ever stopped to worry about someone else's back instead of their own and when they did, it was a mate or someone valuable to the ship.
"That is to say..." Ripley started, when Tendon didn't continue. "We come from a wandering clan and it would be too difficult to locate them. Chances are, they've left," she said, looking at Jaden. "So long as it's no hassle to your clan, I believe I can stay off of my leg," she added, switching subjects. Inwardly, the normally energetic mirror was groaning at the thought of remaining still for three days or four days.
Tendon was relieved to hear that the blue mirror wouldn't be losing her limb though the thought of lingering around the clan wasn't enticing at all. Especially if more of them spent more time prancing about than actually working.
"Tendon hopes the clan does not mind her singing, though," he said, a gleam of amusement dancing in his eyes. If anyone was going to have to deal with it, though, it was him. Of course, Ripley always started chanteys on the ship. Staying in one place for so long meant she had to do something while she watched for ships and anything else. Still, there was no reason he couldn't tease the larger mirror now. She couldn't give him orders from the confines of a nest and he had started to calm down after they'd stopped moving.

@ZenithDragon

"In order to keep a...clan moving, the mates must not stop simply because a dragon or two have taken off for better or worse. To stop, sometimes, is to die," Tendon explained, the words coming out slow as he tried pick them carefully. That was one way of explaining things though it hardly covered the entire slate. He simply hoped the youthful dragon accepted the explanation.
Ripley sucked in breath between her teeth as she watched the tundra start to set her leg. Nothing had prepared her for it to be broken and she'd heard stories of dragons brought to the brink of unconsciousness from enduring the pain of a broken limb being set. She simply hoped she had the strength to endure it.
Tendon's attention snapped to Ripley as she hissed. It wandered to her broken leg. There was nothing he could do for her pain. "Ripley's guardian might not forgive himself when she returns," he said to try and distract the other mirror's focus.