Hey, starchild, are you listening?
Wrangling dragons came with its own perils. Scratches, burns and small cuts was par for the course, and most of the time it could be waved off. Not so much the deep claw marks on Seren's underarm, though. They weeped red even through the cloth hastily wrapped around it, and was the source of a very concerned dragon's prodding nose. Clinging to her shoulders, Umbra looked very small and very ashamed of himself.
"Not your fault, tiny," Seren murmured softly, as she paused inside the main gate and looked about. "Just have to be more careful when you land." Medic, there was supposed to be a medic around here... somewhere. Compared to the brilliant Longheat sunshine outside, the Tower felt cold and imposing, and it was difficult to get her bearings. Making an attempt to reach up and pet the hatchling, she quickly changed her mind as pain throbbed through the cuts. Her stomach tumbled uneasily in response, while cold sweat beaded between the shoulderblades. It was fine. It didn't hurt that badly. It was fine.
Over one of the doors, a sign spelled out Medical Clinic with bold, official looking letters. Peeved that she hadn't registered it right away, Seren stomped over and knocked tentatively. Or maybe she should have just entered? The echo of her boots against cool stone floors hung in the air behind her, like an awkward reminder that she still did not feel at home in this place.
"Not your fault, tiny," Seren murmured softly, as she paused inside the main gate and looked about. "Just have to be more careful when you land." Medic, there was supposed to be a medic around here... somewhere. Compared to the brilliant Longheat sunshine outside, the Tower felt cold and imposing, and it was difficult to get her bearings. Making an attempt to reach up and pet the hatchling, she quickly changed her mind as pain throbbed through the cuts. Her stomach tumbled uneasily in response, while cold sweat beaded between the shoulderblades. It was fine. It didn't hurt that badly. It was fine.
Over one of the doors, a sign spelled out Medical Clinic with bold, official looking letters. Peeved that she hadn't registered it right away, Seren stomped over and knocked tentatively. Or maybe she should have just entered? The echo of her boots against cool stone floors hung in the air behind her, like an awkward reminder that she still did not feel at home in this place.
Seren
