Soo, yeah. Dawnfeather let me have this roleplay. A few things before we continue:
1) Since Rainfeather left, her OCs don’t have a person t use them. I will take Charlotte Windrunner and Springsong, but anyone else who wants to use the others can do so. Just make sure to tell me first.
2) I’d like to use Dragon’s “ten comments per day“ rule, not including the parentheses comments. Remember how quickly the first three sections filled up? I want to try and delay that. Also, No typing when someone else is.
3) HAVE FUN!!
On with the Role Play!!
( Aww man. Alright. I guess that seems fair...... But I wouldn't take take Rainfeather's OCs because I still think she will be coming back )
Maiya sketched out a little house on a hill with the sun coming up and smoke puffing out of the chimney. She stared at it for a few seconds after coloring it in with her few colored pencils, and smiled. It looked very realistic, and reminded her that someday she could live on hill just like that one. She coughed very loud and knew the others could probably hear her scratchy throat, the moster that was raking down it.
(Quote from a book I read. Moster raking up and down the throat lol )
(Well, I figured it could be like when Dragon left for a month or so. We used her OCs until she came back, and then she used them again.)
Glen:
He paused at Mayia coughed, but he resumed brushing Khallo after he told himself that Mayia said that she was fine.
Khallo: He lifted his head as far as it could go and nickered softly into the hay loft, hoping Mayia would hear him and show him any sign that she was okay.
Glen:
He patted Khallo's neck and placed a carrot in front of him, but Khallo refused it and looked back up at the hay loft.
Omari and Tinkulakha landed with the Dawn Patrol. There was nothing to report to the queen, so the Riders and their Kihlari headed into the barn. “Good job today, Tink,” Omari said affectionately. The boy was happy he had won this steed. Even though he wasn’t as symmetrically handsome as several of the others: irregular palomino pinto markings, one blue eye, and bright purple feathers, the stallion was an excellent flier; fast, comfortable, and maneuverable. Omari mulled over this while he groomed Tinkulakha. Then he went to put his tack away. That done, he hurried to the hay loft to check on Maiya. He saw her on the cot, hay in her hair, a few shades paler than normal. “You all right?”
(im glad you got this going! also you guys can split my characters if you want until i need them again)
Khallo: he nickered a quick greeting to Tinkulahaka, but looked back up at the hay loft and chortled another nicker to Mayia, asking her if she was there.
Maiya jumped and sighed heavily. "Yeah. I think so" she croaked in a scratchy and weak voice. She turned her head to look down at Khallo and gave him the best smile she could conjure up. Then she turned back to Omari. "Why are all of you so worried," She coughed into her sleeve after that.
Omari frowned in concern. “Why wouldn’t we be worried? You’re paler than normal and hardly able to stop coughing. And—“ he rested a hand on her forehead “—you’re feverish.”
Maiya sighed. "So what? That doesn't mean we should all think I'm on-" she coughed, "Death's doorstep," she finished. She looked away and at her sketch book.
Omari raised his eyebrows, alarmed. He decided not to say anything and left the hayloft.
Maiya sighed in relief as he left. She knew she was getting close to the doorstep, but she didn't care.She sat up slowly and took a deep breath. She stood on the hay loft floor, moved slowly towards the edge of the loft, and peered over. The barn was still clean from when she had cleaned it, and she sighed, still looking for something to do. So she sat back down on the cot and began drawing Tinkulakha.
( brb )
Khallo:
He felt a little better after she gave him a smile, but he could tell she was hiding something, and that made him worried all over again. He looked over at Springsong and Cedarpond, "What if she is sick? What if she dies in the middle of the night? What if her fever gets out of control?" he rambled pacing back and forth in his stall, making Glen even more worried. "What if she-"
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Aspentail: "Sparkwood, stop! You're making yourself nervous. This Mayia is going to be fine. She has good friends like you who will help her." he said, comfortingly.
Khallo: He looked up at his brother and smiled thanks, but he still looked across the stall at Tinkulahaka, hoping he felt the same.
(How are the stillwaters treated?)
( Well, now they have medicine for it, but back then it was with just complete rest and doing nothing. )
(stillwaters?)
( It was a serious decease from back then that causes breathing problems and is an infection in the throat. Sometiems you even cough blood.... )
(oh 0.0)
( lol. It's very rare now though )
(good)