Snippet #2174823

Th... The barracks? How did I... The dragon stopped his infuriated flailing and stood still, listening for where she was. You must be here with me then. How is your sight and shoulder, love? Help me find you? His shaky knees protested to his stumbling motion in search of her. Azmirian began to click his tongue in his throat and listened for the echos to make sure he didn't step on anything or anyone. It wasn't nearly as quick or effective as sight, but it worked. He "saw" the row of beds, the two forms to his left, the opening he must've come through, and the motion in one of the beds. He began to feel his way towards the incapacitated figure, knowing it must be her. One claw felt in front of the white dragon in a sweeping motion before touching down, and the low clicking continued. Slowly, he began to near her. Am I on the right track, love? He hated being helpless as a hatchling, but wasn't ashamed to show his weakness to her. She had had a much worse day so far. Shoulder aching, head throbbing, and senses off, he continued his odyssey to his companion.