Imagi-Nethat

Raleigh and Hartlette’s pale coats are stained grey with ash as they make their way to the medic’s temporary shelter.  Yangtze had relocated here in the wake of the fire giant, treating those injured by both fire and the cultists that followed the giant.  Yesterday he’d put out a call for those willing to help gather ingredients for healing potions, and Raleigh and Hartlette, not active fighters in the war, agreed to help.  Raleigh is the one to tug the tent flap aside and peer in, looking for the medic, while Hartlette waits outside, stamping the ash off her hooves. There is movement inside the lantern-lit tent.  An unusually blue taur steps out from behind a table, and Raleigh jumps.  She’s still getting used to the threatening, scaled appearance of the dragonics.  She had never thought she would see a taur without fur, and yet here they were.  Yangtze smiles ruefully when he sees the expression on Raleigh’s face.  It seems he’s gotten this reaction a lot.  “You here to help out