Nooooooooo *wails* -- Hatching Sands

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Date Posted: 00:50:40 04/22/05 Fri
Author: Isabel & Ina
Subject: Nooooooooo *wails*
In reply to: Marja; D'rai; Z'ni 's message, ">~<" on 20:40:46 04/21/05 Thu

"Thank you," Isabel says to Z'ni as she feels the support boost her up and drag her along. More warm blood fills her mouth and she turns her head to the side to spit it out. As Marja joins her, she does it again. "Bit my tongue," she explains to them so they don't think she's welling with internal bleeding. She HOPES she doesn't have any of that going on. Trying to keep her eyes open, she feels the world go a bit fuzzy as she focuses on Marja. "Ina," she mutters thickly as the healer examines her wounds, "my sister."

The next statement, the one about being knocked out of contention for the hatching, causes Isabel to sit up fiercely, which in turn causes more bleeding. Fellis? Stitches? Not being able to Impress?! Before she can protest she feels the first few drops trickle down her throat like a sinister promise. "I want to talk to my sister first..." she tries to say, the movement relaxing her resistance to the liquid. She sputters and coughs a bit up, but most of it begins its slow procession down her throat and into her bloodstream.

"The queen is too prestigious for me, I could never handle all her duties." Ina, who is on the other side of the sands from her maimed sister, says to Jari. "And greens are beautiful but...I've heard of girls Impressing blues." She casts a look at Az who is delighting in the hot sand and taking a rolling bath. "They're so strong, a blue will take care of you no matter what." Finding that she is babbling as well, she settles for merely grinning at Jari for a quiet moment before more eggs shatter. She holds her breath with a sharp intake, fingers twined and pale around each other as each egg reveals a dragon. Then one green hatches, plowing a path through the candidates and knocking over one that has a neatly done, braid the same dark red as her own hair.

"ISABEL!" The cry is sharp and distressed and forgetting for a moment that she was here for a duty, Ina starts at a run, calling over her shoulder, "Jari I have to go make sure she's okay!" Dashing and panting, Ina reaches the small gathering just as Isabel is drinking the fellis juice. Stroking her sister's now tangled and sand encrusted braid, Ina gazes worriedly into eyes clouded with pain and drugs. Isabel tries to speak but the fellis is working quickly and she shuts her eyes instead. She's still sort of conscious, but everything seems to happen as though in a dream, she's seeing and hearing it as though she's in the stands, or more than the stands she's adragonback, and far away from everything.

Ina's gaze flicks instantly to Marja when she realizes her sister is no longer really conscious. "If there's anything I can do...she's my sister. This is going to break her heart, you know. But I'd rather have her alive." Taking her sister's hand, Ina bends her head in sadness, her thoughts turned away from the eggs for now.

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Oh man. -- Jari, 00:58:53 04/22/05 Fri