Legend paused at the edge of the dock. He had waded easily through the small group of dragons massing to watch the ship unload, but he wasn't sure where his friends wanted to go. "Where should I drop you?" he asked, looking around. He half hoped they would allow him on the ship - that would be neat. He also hoped that they'd get to spend time together again before the nocturnes sailed off, once more leaving him behind while they had all the adventures.
Ez saw the spiral's eyes glaze over slightly as he continued speaking and wilted a bit at the implied criticism. He'd have to be briefer, he supposed. He was used to scholars who discoursed for hours. Seafaring types seemed to be more terse. "Nathaniel? He's one of the few dragons in the clan who cares much about business - or has a mind for it, or the patience for it. A bit mercenary, perhaps, but he just wants to make a profit." He'd have to try the card once he was back on the island. It had been too long since he'd spoken with his friends, and surely it would be safe to use it now...
Tama made the tundra as comfortable as he was able, making sure he was positioned so that he could (hopefully) breathe easier before winging his way toward the library spire. He wasn't certain of the physician's schedule, but he thought it was his day to visit Blain, who was usually researching in the archives. The coatl was fortunate - he had just reached the edge of the terraces when he caught sight of four dragons - two skydancers and two pearlcatchers - in one of the gardens closest to the library. An earth-toned, petaled pearlcatcher sat near a blue piebald pearlcatcher, looking on anxiously as the skydancers examined the inflamed gemstones on his friend's hide. One of the skydancers seemed to be doing most of the examining, though he stopped occasionally to snap at one of the animals climbing all over him. The other stood back and quietly observed. The skydancers were similar enough that most assumed (correctly) that they were related, as both had pale hides, butterfly wings, and thylacine stripes. The younger skydancer had a false leg, however, made of metal that glinted in the sunlight.
The coatl's sudden arrival in their midst caught the attention of all four dragons. He bowed his head at them as apology for the interruption. "An ill tundra on the terraces needs aid."
The eldest skydancer, Cindermoon, whipped around to glare at Tama, a bird roosting in the feathers on his head startled into taking flight. "What's wrong with him? What are his symptoms?"
"Coughing up blood. Seeping wounds," said Tama.
"We have something for that," the skydancer said with a look at his son, who nodded. In addition to being born without a leg, Hazelmist had a chronic lung condition that occasionally resulted in coughing up blood, and he always carried medication with him.
"Go help him. You can examine me later," the gembonded pearlcatcher said gruffly, starting to wind bandages about himself once again.
The petaled pearlcatcher, Sift, began helping his companion with the wrappings. "Where'd he come from?" he asked with curious interest.
"The lighthouse signaled," Tama said, and Sift's eyes lit up. That meant a ship, and a ship generally meant new materials.
"C'mon, Blain, let's go to the port and see what they have!" he said cheerfully, then started off down the path. The other pearlcatcher sighed, then smiled after him, making his way down to the docks at a slower, more sedate pace, wincing every once in a while due to his inflammation.
Tama and the two skydancers flew down more rapidly, landing as softly as they could near Lodon, though the animals riding on or trailing after Cindermoon made quite a cacophony. He snapped at them before moving closer to examine his patient, eyeing the amount of blood with concern. "You. Medical history, if you can speak." He opened a bag and took out a few powders and tools, using one of them to listen more closely to Lodon's labored breathing.
The underworld lord stepped closer to the skydancer. One of his underlings stuck her head out of one of the smaller tents, but he shook his head at her, and the spirit withdrew. "Indeed, I am a spirit. Have you met my kind before?" His aura was cool, sharp, and stark - almost background noise, but it had a powerful presence when he allowed it to burst its bounds a bit. He kept it toned down for the sake of peace among the clan's dragons, but part of him itched to let loose. He refrained, however - this skydancer could be a friend of the island's dragons or even one of their number, though Ez hadn't mentioned any new members.
Ez saw the spiral's eyes glaze over slightly as he continued speaking and wilted a bit at the implied criticism. He'd have to be briefer, he supposed. He was used to scholars who discoursed for hours. Seafaring types seemed to be more terse. "Nathaniel? He's one of the few dragons in the clan who cares much about business - or has a mind for it, or the patience for it. A bit mercenary, perhaps, but he just wants to make a profit." He'd have to try the card once he was back on the island. It had been too long since he'd spoken with his friends, and surely it would be safe to use it now...
Tama made the tundra as comfortable as he was able, making sure he was positioned so that he could (hopefully) breathe easier before winging his way toward the library spire. He wasn't certain of the physician's schedule, but he thought it was his day to visit Blain, who was usually researching in the archives. The coatl was fortunate - he had just reached the edge of the terraces when he caught sight of four dragons - two skydancers and two pearlcatchers - in one of the gardens closest to the library. An earth-toned, petaled pearlcatcher sat near a blue piebald pearlcatcher, looking on anxiously as the skydancers examined the inflamed gemstones on his friend's hide. One of the skydancers seemed to be doing most of the examining, though he stopped occasionally to snap at one of the animals climbing all over him. The other stood back and quietly observed. The skydancers were similar enough that most assumed (correctly) that they were related, as both had pale hides, butterfly wings, and thylacine stripes. The younger skydancer had a false leg, however, made of metal that glinted in the sunlight.
The coatl's sudden arrival in their midst caught the attention of all four dragons. He bowed his head at them as apology for the interruption. "An ill tundra on the terraces needs aid."
The eldest skydancer, Cindermoon, whipped around to glare at Tama, a bird roosting in the feathers on his head startled into taking flight. "What's wrong with him? What are his symptoms?"
"Coughing up blood. Seeping wounds," said Tama.
"We have something for that," the skydancer said with a look at his son, who nodded. In addition to being born without a leg, Hazelmist had a chronic lung condition that occasionally resulted in coughing up blood, and he always carried medication with him.
"Go help him. You can examine me later," the gembonded pearlcatcher said gruffly, starting to wind bandages about himself once again.
The petaled pearlcatcher, Sift, began helping his companion with the wrappings. "Where'd he come from?" he asked with curious interest.
"The lighthouse signaled," Tama said, and Sift's eyes lit up. That meant a ship, and a ship generally meant new materials.
"C'mon, Blain, let's go to the port and see what they have!" he said cheerfully, then started off down the path. The other pearlcatcher sighed, then smiled after him, making his way down to the docks at a slower, more sedate pace, wincing every once in a while due to his inflammation.
Tama and the two skydancers flew down more rapidly, landing as softly as they could near Lodon, though the animals riding on or trailing after Cindermoon made quite a cacophony. He snapped at them before moving closer to examine his patient, eyeing the amount of blood with concern. "You. Medical history, if you can speak." He opened a bag and took out a few powders and tools, using one of them to listen more closely to Lodon's labored breathing.
The underworld lord stepped closer to the skydancer. One of his underlings stuck her head out of one of the smaller tents, but he shook his head at her, and the spirit withdrew. "Indeed, I am a spirit. Have you met my kind before?" His aura was cool, sharp, and stark - almost background noise, but it had a powerful presence when he allowed it to burst its bounds a bit. He kept it toned down for the sake of peace among the clan's dragons, but part of him itched to let loose. He refrained, however - this skydancer could be a friend of the island's dragons or even one of their number, though Ez hadn't mentioned any new members.