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Mar 30, 2014 07:51AM
" I assume you like those colors? I should get more blue drapes," she thought aloud before Isaura walked over to the cold girl. " Do you think she'll be ok?" She asked as she looked her up and down fir scales.
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(( ilssssa, stop hibernating so we can rrrrrp))
The girl, on cue, stopped hibernating and woke, shaking snow off her shoulders.
Oh, she woke up. " Hay, are you ok? I hope she doesn't get a cold, do dragons get colds?" She asked both dragons.
"Not really. At least so far as I know," she said, standing quickly, ashamed, her hand bleeding and twisted.
"Do you need to see a nures?" she asked. That hand looked really bad.
"I suppose." she looked down at the hand, as if it had betrayed her.
"should I go get her... or?" Isaura asked, not wanting to upset her.
"Oh." She began to set the bones in her hand casually. "I dunno. It's not that serious." The blood sort of stated otherwise.
"Ewwww stop! ok, you need to see someone about your hand, now," she whinned. She didn't hate blod, but putting your bones back in place? Ewwww!
"Why?" she asked, "It's not gross. I'm just healing myself. Is that bad?"
" Don't you need a cast for that to work? Or do you just heal faster," she asked, still grossed out.
"I don't know. I've always been my own doctor."
" How many times have you broken a hand then," she asked, a bit grossed out.
"Oh, at least a dozen times. Never this bad, though."
" How did you break your hands so much?" She asked in amazement.
"Vigorous training. You have to learn how to land sometime." She wrapped her hand up in the front of her shirt.
" Landing's not all that hard, then again. Maybe it's easy when I have big bird feet," she said as she looked at them.
"It's hard when your wings aren't proportional to your body."
" So do you sprout dragon sized wings?" She asked.
" That is a lot to look after, but I still think you should go see the nurse. A landing break is different from him crushing your hand," she said.
"Oh, most assuredly, yeah. There are a lot more bones shattered and the flesh is torn pretty bad too." She waved her mangled hand in the harpy's face.
" You need to see a doctor, now!" She yelled.
She smiled, like freaking out the harpy was her new favorite occupation.
" Do you know what bones do when they break?" She growled.
" Exactly. When put to together properly they do. Do you know what happens when they don't get put back together?" She asked. " They don't! Your bone will grow over its broke part and close the hole. Keeping your bones from growing back together, FOREVER! You'd be ms flappy hand forever!" She growled.
"I know my hand," she said, totally being the 'ms. flappy hand' and waving her hand back and forth in front of the harpy girl.
" Then why don't you fix it," she sighed.
"Oh, I've set a few of the bones. But you've scared me enough to wait until there's a doctor," she joked, still trying to annoy the other girl.((Gtg, church!))
" then why don't you go now, do you want to always have a-" she stopped as some blood dropped on her feathers.
"Ow," she said, "I'm new. I don't know where anything is."
" Well I guess I could show you," she said distastefully as she wiped the blood of her feathers.
She shrugged. "Actually, at the moment, you have me terrified of my own blood. Kiss make it better?" She held out her mangled hand.
" Did you hit your head on the fall," she asked in confusion and distaste.
"No, I'm messing with you," she said honestly.
" Well it's gross, but I'm not just going to jump away, unless it gets on my feathers," she said as she wiped dome off of her.
She wiped her hand off on her shirt, which was already pretty bloody. "So you don't get a kick out of mortal injuries?"
" It's not fun to be impaired," she said, thinking everyone agreed.
" It's more the blood, or things that are generally dirty. I like clean feathers," she said.
"Blood isn't dirty." She rubbed her hand in her hair.
" anything that sticks to my feathers is dirty," she said, glad it wasn't in her fur. This girl was spoiling her pirky attitude.
She lit herself on fire and burned off the impurifications, getting clean again, except for her clothes and the never-ceasing flow of blood.
" Lucky, I have to scrub it all off," she whimpered. Wet feathers were as bad as dirty feathers.
