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HeliumJack
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A flurry of spells and explosions and then pain, were the last things that Suzanne remembered from that day when she finally woke. Groaning, arms and abdomen and back and shoulders and everything on her protesting, she raised herself off the hard tree roots and ground that she had come to a rest on. Blinking, her eyes registered that it was dark, and the stars and moon were out. She had been knocked out for an entire day. Hooray. The red-head hoped nothing too terrible had gone wrong with their war effort while they had been unconcious. Speaking of they...
"Hey!" She called out, scrambling up from the small, human-sized crater she had made, and bolted over to the small, blue, breathing mountain that had created a fairly larger crater in the dirt, along with clearing the trees from around it. "Thul, wake up!" Suzanne called out, going around to the dragon's head, gently shaking it.
The dragon rider jumped back as a spurt of fire and smoke came from the blue dragon's nostrils. She stayed where she was, watching as he shook his head and stood, checking himself over. After he checked over his legs, he unfurled his wings, and a shock of pain rippled through him, as well as through Suzanne. They both looked sorrowfully at the source of the pain. There was a huge chunk in his wing, big enough to stop him from flying until they could get a mage or healer to reweave the flesh.
"I guess we're walking back to camp." Suzanne sighed, looking at her companion.
"Hey!" She called out, scrambling up from the small, human-sized crater she had made, and bolted over to the small, blue, breathing mountain that had created a fairly larger crater in the dirt, along with clearing the trees from around it. "Thul, wake up!" Suzanne called out, going around to the dragon's head, gently shaking it.
The dragon rider jumped back as a spurt of fire and smoke came from the blue dragon's nostrils. She stayed where she was, watching as he shook his head and stood, checking himself over. After he checked over his legs, he unfurled his wings, and a shock of pain rippled through him, as well as through Suzanne. They both looked sorrowfully at the source of the pain. There was a huge chunk in his wing, big enough to stop him from flying until they could get a mage or healer to reweave the flesh.
"I guess we're walking back to camp." Suzanne sighed, looking at her companion.