Post by Alyx on Jul 8, 2018 3:27:29 GMT -5
G’rett and Bronze Mastromideth
Rachel and Blue Aslith
Best part about being a healer? You didn’t have to wait for one to show up; you could do most of the work yourself. And while G’rett wasn’t a Dragonhealer, he knew enough interchangeable knowledge that he could do the job passably. Almost as soon as he’d been on the ground, Marilsa had appeared out of nowhere, her face colored with fear and concern. He’d smiled, tucking the burned glove into his pocket, and accepted the bowl of numbweed salve with a smile. The real fear had flashed through the green weyrling’s eyes when G’rett had asked her to grab him the strap to replace the snapped one.
Though she had, the argument that ensued made G’rett feel like barely escaped the wrath of his mother. She’d almost tried to keep him on the ground! And for how small she was, G’rett was surprised how scary she could be! He alternated dealing with Mastro’s shoulder and neck, then the wing since they were on the ground, trying to convince Mari he would be fine, and fixing the busted gear. She’d helped, but she hadn’t been happy with him. Even with a hug, she was still glaring at him all the fire of an angry Gold when he’s swung back into the harness’s seat. At least she didn’t make him promise to be safe – they both knew he couldn’t do that.
Mastro launched up into the air, just in time to see the Green shape of S’fin’s Rusath appear in the sky. ‘Mastro?’ Burned, but flying. She seems angry, but not at us. ‘Good to know.’ The Bronze called to the Green, then the cold slapped G’rett in the face. Instantly, he remembered he had needed a new glove… shardit. Out again, into the ash smoked sky. He pulled the goggles down fast and the scarf up, feeling the Bronze angle up into the formation. Mastromideth bugled, letting the formation know he was back as he felt back into position.
Rachel and Blue Aslith
Sleeduth’s warning wasn’t questions, the Aslith giving Rachel a breath of warning before he dropped like a rock out of the Green’s flame. Rachel ducked her head, fingers grabbing for the straps as the gravity around her vanished for a moment. Then he winked away Between, then back in a breath. My thanks, Sleeduth. Are you okay? ‘That was too close.’ <Indeed.> Aslith wheeled around, then sharply away as the flash of Gold. ‘What in Faranth’s name was that?!’ Aslith dipped a wing, flaming again at the strands. <Zalmaranth.>
Rachel watched the rescue play out from a distance, wincing has S’fin and his green flashed away, back, and away again. ‘Aslith?’ <Wounded, but not fatal.> ‘Good. Let’s take their spot, we have too much of a gap.’ The Blue rumbled, charring a clump before shifting his position to try to cover the hole left by both the missing Bronze and Green; thankfully, almost as soon as Rachel was about to have Aslith see if someone could shift to help, the massive Bronze form of G’rett’s dragon reappeared in the sky. Aslith answered the Bronze’s greeting, drifting to make room for Mastromideth to take up part of the gap. Much better.
‘Hopefully, we can clear this without any more injuries.’ <That would be a bet I’m not willing to make.> Rachel wished she could tell the Blue not to be a cynic, but she was thinking the same thing.
G’rett/Mastro Color: Grey (crosses her fingers)
Rachel/Aslith Color: Yellow
(NOTE: Marilsa borrowed with Dee's approval, and most of the conversation/exchange was hashed out in Discord chat)