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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 8:38 pm
Saimwen was nervous. Admittedly, he'd expected the Hatching to go, well... much better than it had. Overall, it had been a disaster. Neither he or Marinel had Impressed, but that wretched brother of Mari's had... and both of them had gotten brutishly mauled in the process. He had picked up an extra dessert from the dining hall and was taking it to his friend after dinner. Marinel was currently locked up in the healer's ward, since he'd been attacked by a dragon. Boy, at this point, Saimwen wouldn't blame him if he dropped out of Candidacy.
So, with sticky sweet pastry in hand, Saimwen arrived at Marinel's bed. It was empty.
By the shells, where had that boy gone?
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 8:54 pm
Marinel didn’t care that he was hurt. Dolmar has been hurt more. Far more. He’d only be scarred, once he stopped rubbing the injury and accidentally reopening the wound.
Laying in bed was boring, though. And he’d made a gift for Dolmar—well, he was D’mar now. Before the hatching, he’d carved a small dragon figure. He’d been so sure Dolly would Impress the best dragon of the clutch.
He was getting tired, though. He felt kind of woozy. He leaned against the wall and took a breath.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 9:34 pm
Saimwen ventured back out into the orridor, peering around the corner to see... well, Marinel. He hadn’t gotten very far at all, but he seemed to be on some kind of mission. Saimwen furrowed his brow in worry - Mari clearly wasn’t well, and the fact that his twin had Impressed probably wasn’t helping with his restlessness.
Saimwen approached him in a few easy strides. “Hey, Mari,” he said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. “What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be resting?”
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 9:48 pm
Mari hadn’t noticed Saimwen until he put his hand on his shoulder. He startled, still using the wall for support as he carefully straightened. “I don’t need to rest, I’m fine,” he said, at his full height. He was fine, but what about his brother? What about Dolly and— ...was that a bubblypie?
He hesitated, and reached for it. “Can you check on Dolly for me?” He asked. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to make it to wherever they were keeping D’mar, but Saimwen could. “Can you take this to him?” He held out the wooden dragon he’d carved.
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