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 Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2018 1:06 pm
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She was kept indoors on that day, away from the skies and beneath the safety of the stone. It fell before her eyes like small snakes, and the roar of dragons as they burned it away left behind the scent of fire and protection in the air. Even the onset of rain afterward did nothing to quell the smell of ash, nor the smell of medicine that was instantly rushed out to those who landed in need. Her hands still smelled and felt of salves even as days passed, and every breeze seemed to carry the scent of blood. Sometimes fresh, sometimes old, but always blood and soot.
It was an unpleasant smell, even for one who was used to it on principle. Soui hated it.
When the all clear had finally be sounded and the weyrfolk were allowed to venture out, the teen wasted no time in going around to assess the damage. It was during her free time of course, as she dared not leave her post whenever she was needed, but the little teen had been ushered away and sent off to do....something. Take a nap maybe, or just not be underfoot with insensate questions she already knew the answer to. Uttering a deep sigh that was echoed by a tiny chirp from within her shirt, Soui set about looking for anything to do.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2018 4:30 pm
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Threadfall wasn't quite new enough to shock Jagmund every time it happened, but it wasn't so old that he could casually ignore it, either. No one with a brain would ignore threadfall, and as he and his new dragon kept sheltered while the adult dragons fought the thread, he thought about how exciting his future would be. His Lishanth was a bronze, a beautiful specimen of dragonkind! He may be a baby now, but he was going to do great things for him - for them - in time. Bronze dragons were the best dragons, after all.
Since Lishanth was still so young, their weyrling training wouldn't cover thread fighting for a while. Most of their time would be making sure Lishanth was growing properly for a while, which was fine with Jagmund. His bronze needed time to grow into an amazing dragon and he wasn't going to rush him.
They had a bit of time before their next round of weryling duties, so when it was deemed to be safe, Jagmund and Lishanth decided to get some fresh air and stretch their legs. Any opportunity to show off Lishanth was an opportunity to take, too.
Smells... burnt, Lishanth remarked, grabbing the word from Jagmund's mind.
"Yeah, it does after threadfall," Jagmund replied. "It's when it doesn't smell burnt that you should worry."
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