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Post by Echo and Anayeth on Jul 8, 2010 19:11:55 GMT -5
The girl sat on a proffered chair and rested her head in her hands. She was dirty and tired, but her heart soared. She had just watched two women walk out of the infirmary after lying on cots for hours (and being bedridden for days beforehand, while the ragtag humans and dragons were island-hopping), unable to breath from ash inhalation. In all of her experience, Echo could never remember a time in which the infirmary was so loaded.
What made this infirmary different from any other infirmary was the fact that all of her patients came from different Weyrs, different lives, and different histories. Everyone had been forced together, lives had been forced together, histories were seamed together like a Seamstress might seam together a new pair of pants. Echo had seen miraculous things happen, like a birth, and the miraculous recovery of a woman who should have died. But with life and miracles came the pain of death, and Echo had seen her fair share of death, as well. Sometimes it seemed as if the death toll would mount too high and that the Weyr would never make it past infancy stages, but the inhabitants of the Weyr were hardened souls now who would not stop until they knew it was time.
Echo had seen too many cases like that, where the riders were too far gone to be saved that they were still hanging on by a thread of life. She had tried to help them, but in the end she had just accepted the inevitable, and the riders had fallen into the murky darkness of the end. It was the dragons that got her, though. She could usually see them, but she could always hear them, keening as they betweened to nothingness. In the beginning, when she was travelling on G’len’s back, she had tried to cover her ears to block out the sound. Now, though she didn’t like to call herself hardened to those death-keens, Echo did realize that she was beginning to ignore them. Somewhere in the far back of her mind she heard them, and she felt herself tear open, but she shunted that aside. Usually, she had work to do and could keep her mind elsewhere. Sometimes, though, she dwelt on their keens. She dwelt on the death.
Now, though, after days of deaths on the run, the dragonrider deaths were dwindling, and only minor injuries remained. There were a few riders and nonriders who didn’t seem to look like they were going to make it, but Echo believed that, with time and work, most of them would come away from the disaster like they had been. One of the women who just left the infirmary had been like that—she’d inhaled so much gunk that she could barely breath—but Echo had devised a way to make the woman better that had to do with throwing up the gunk in her stomach and (Echo liked to think) lungs. The other woman had just suffered from a leg-gash made in her hurry to flee.
Echo yawned and pushed her shoulder-length brown hair away from her face, wishing her hair tie hadn’t broken earlier this morning in her haste to tie up her unruly hair. Then, sighing, she leaned back in the chair, her arms folded on her chest. Someone was moaning in a cot half a dragonlength away from her. Another person was sitting up, smiling at her. She smiled faintly and waved at him. He waved back and fell backward into his cot, probably asleep before his head hit the pillow. Oh, shards did Echo want to do the same, but she didn’t. She had work to do. But this chair… this chair felt good.
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Post by tiball on Jul 8, 2010 19:42:55 GMT -5
Shells. Just, shells. Tiball was too tired to thing of anything else. Yes, he had expected to have a heavy work load, but since he had skill yet was of no major profession, all the crafts had been using him as a handy boy!
The new Weyr wasn't even that nice, he sulked as he shuffled down the hallway. The initial elation that spread through the ranks like an infectious disease had not missed Tiball, either, but he was soon back to his nit-picking ways, rattling off minor problems he had with the new living quarters.
Well, he did when he had the time, like he did now, arms full of glows as he made his way to infirmary duty. He rather looked like a big bulbous glow bobbing down the hallway, thinking hopefully he could complete this job quickly. It would be the last duty of the day, and the young boy was extremely eager to get it over with. It showed, too, as he entered the infirmary with a scowl etched with dirt onto his face.
"Where do I put these?" he questioned of the only conscious person in the room, an older girl sitting in a chair near the entrance. Despite his disgruntled disposition, he asked just pleasantly enough, optimistically hoping that the young woman wouldn't need any extra help and he could skip his shift to sleep.
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Post by Echo and Anayeth on Jul 8, 2010 20:21:24 GMT -5
Well, if Tiball had felt the elation, then Echo should have, too, right? Well, she hadn’t, and if she had, then she’d felt it for a split-second, dwelt in it, and then felt it disappear. She hadn’t felt elation since she realized that they wouldn’t have to move anymore and that all the sick could be kept in one place. Moving the sick and injured was not good, especially those who had the bad breathing problems. That’s how they lost most of them, by moving them so much. There were those few who were still weak, but since Echo had discovered that making them throw up to get the ash out, most of them were stronger.
There she sat, watching her small brood of sick people, her brown eyes catching everything. The day was descending into darkness now, and they’d need glows now. Wait, did they even bring any glows…? Was someone smart enough to keep glows as they island hopped to get to their new home? Echo didn’t know, she’d been too tired the previous times, lapsing into sleep when night first dawned only to wake up when the others awoke to keep fleeing. She hadn’t had a decent night sleep in forever, but then again, none of them did. Not even her patients were decently sleeping, except maybe that one man who looked like he could wake up insane.
A voice startled her and she looked up to see a man, no, a boy, really, holding a whole armful of glows. “Where do I put these?” He asked, and Echo giggled. She couldn’t help it; the poor boy was carrying more than it seemed he really should have been carrying. It felt good to laugh, well, to giggle, really, and she tried to wave to the boy to tell him it wasn’t his fault. She finally gained her composure again and hurried to help him with the glows. As she stood, her blood swam back to her brain, and she swayed for a second, and only a second, before taking some glows from his arms.
“Thank you very much for the glows,” Echo said, and walked toward a rock outcropping that would later come in handy when mixing herbs and things. “You can put them here for now,” Echo continued, setting the glows she had taken from him down. This lit up this part of the room, but she needed to find a way to put the other glows around the other parts of the infirmary soon. She brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face with her dominant hand—her left one—before setting it on the ledge to rest herself.
“You look tired. Have you been working all day?” She asked, trying to make some small talk, since the people she’d been stuck with all day only moaned or stayed silent. She liked each of them differently, the moaning ones because she knew they were fine, the silent ones because they didn’t make much noise (but then again, that meant there was something wrong with them).
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Post by Ceinwen and Drusillith on Jul 9, 2010 1:36:05 GMT -5
Ceinwen felt very strange. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she was most definitely out of sorts. The feelings she was having where not something that she was used to and she was not certain how to deal with them.
Since her arrival at the Weyr things had been a blur; everyone moving quickly from one place to the next as they all settled in and created their new home. She had been doing her best to scout the surrounding area and compile a list of the herbs that grew wild within the vicinity. Once they knew the lay of the land, so to speak, she would be able to determine which herbs needed to be planted and cultivated in order to maintain the medicinal stores.
As she made her way to the infirmary, she could hear the sounds of the dragons as they went after the beasts on the other side of the weyr bowl. This new experience of living in such close proximity to the dragons was one that she was doing her best to adjust to. She found that she did a lot of flinching and cowering. Ceinwen hoped that those behaviors would fade in time.
Consumed by her tormented thoughts, she did not even register the two talking and moved over to the storage shelves to drop off the latest clippings she had gathered. These feelings that made her feel like her skin was on fire were just maddening...
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Post by tiball on Jul 9, 2010 10:25:15 GMT -5
Tiball stood dutifully silent and strong as the Healer went through the motions, nodding his head at her thanks.
"You look tired. Have you been working all day?”
The young boy evidently found humor in the innocent question, and snorted his amusement, "Aye, takes a tired body to know a tired body. You don't look so good yourself." He scanned the older young woman as she moved to put away glows, not in a sexual sense by any means, and was surprised the healers, who were nursing the Weyr back to health, were by all appearances not at their peak health themselves. But, then again, they did have a heavier workload than almost anyone else in the Weyr....
Another shadowed figure emerged from the evening's twilight into the soft light of the glows. Tiball watched the figure, now definitely a female shape, stepped towards some shelves without even a hello. Again, Tiball snorted, but this time it was of absurdity rather than amusement. It was hard not to womanize women when sometimes they just fit the 'dull-witted, homely' stereotype so well.
Trotting over to the also older young woman, he produced a glow so she could perhaps actually see where she was putting her clippings. The glow was in-her-face enough for one to see through the supposed act of kindness for the true demand for attention that it really was.
Tiball was still just a kid, after all.
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Post by Echo and Anayeth on Jul 9, 2010 11:40:49 GMT -5
When the young man said it takes a tired body to know a tired body, Echo’s body moaned in protest. But she ignored it, and smiled genially. “Well, there are a lot of sick to take care of.” She let that comment fall. The boy certainly could see all of the makeshift cots filled. He could also see that she was just about as tired at him. But she had work to do and if she didn’t do her work then people would suffer. At least, if she worked long enough for another Healer to come in and take her place. Unfortunately, it seemed that all the Healers were overtaken with the newness of the Weyr and not overtaken with the sick and similarly injured like she was.
She didn’t blame them in the least. If she did not feel the need to help those who were hurting, she would probably be out scouting the edges of the Weyr, the innards of the Weyr, and everything the new Weyr had to offer. She actually would have done that, too, if she hadn’t seen that there was no medical staff in the infirmary. She had taken it upon herself, a Dragonhealer!, and had not gotten any rest or free time because of that. She didn’t mind, per say; let them have their fun, she’d go out later, when they all came back.
Echo had her back turned to the new woman who came into the infirmary, and so didn’t notice as she entered. But the young man in front of her did, and he trotted away, much to Echo’s surprise. She turned then and saw what he had, the other girl. Judging by the knots on her clothes, she was a Healer just like Echo. Echo was about to let out a sigh of relief when she noticed that the other girl didn’t even notice the two of them, and, in fact, seemed lost in her own world.
She didn’t blame the poor girl. It seemed that everyone was in their own worlds nowadays. The only reason why Echo wasn’t was because of these people here, lying in their cots. Maybe that was a weak excuse, but someone had to watch over them, and it seemed right now she was the only person to do so. Maybe later, when everything died down, Echo’s brain would slow down enough to remember the past events, and she’d slip into her own world.
She took a glow for herself, with every intent of putting it somewhere less-lit, but stopped as she neared the other girl. “Do you need help with that…?” She asked, knowing that the young man had already gotten her attention, and hoping the man hadn’t angered the girl too much. “Or are you going back to collecting herbs?”
For one, Echo sincerely hoped that the girl was not going back to collect herbs. She needed more people to help her out here, but she wasn’t about to ask the man who’d been nice enough to bring glows. It wasn’t the fact that he could mess something up, it was the fact that he looked about as tired as she felt, and she was not going to drag the poor boy’s night longer than it had to be dragged on. Well, unless he asked to help her and sincerely meant it.
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Post by Ceinwen and Drusillith on Jul 9, 2010 14:21:53 GMT -5
It was not until the glow was thrust in front of her face that Ceinwen had even realized that she had been working in near darkness. She flinched slightly at the sudden movement and then followed the length of the arm to the face of the boyish-man standing beside her. “Oh…um, thank you,” she said giving him a slight smile of appreciation. Had she been in her right mind, she would have scolded herself for not being more genial and friendly. Reaching out she took the glow from his hand and placed it in a glow basket on the shelf next to her. The light really did make quite a difference.
Turning toward him she grinned. “Thank you very much. I’m not sure what I was thinking…” Ceinwen ran a hand through her hair and gave him a look of embarrassment at her inattentiveness to such a simple and practical thing as light. “I’m Ceinwen,” she said, extending her hand out to the one who had come to aide of her squinting eyes.
“Do you need help with that…? Or are you going back to collecting herbs?”
Ceinwen turned her attention to the sound of the female voice. “No, I am done with my collections today,” she said to the healer. “I was planning to brew some hyssop tea for the patients suffering from smoke inhalation.” Hyssop was an expectorant, among other things, and would help the patients expel all the gunk that they had inhaled and was clogging up their lungs. The tea too, would help ease their coughs. The added benefit was that it smelled divine, so the patients were less likely to argue over the treatment. Ceinwen did not want to make the assumption that the journeywoman before her was unfamiliar with the herb, so she chose not to embarrass either one of them by editorializing her choice in treatment.
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Post by tiball on Jul 9, 2010 15:36:37 GMT -5
"Mhmmm," was the only reply that the new woman got from Tiball, despite the fact that it was a pleased murmur and a smile accompanied said sound. Somehow he managed to jumble what was left of his glows into the crook of one arm and used the free hand to shake Ceinwen's. It was a rough, quick shake, for the nest of lights swayed dangerously and he needed to attend to them lest they fall on the floor and wake the sleeping patients. Or something.
The two ladies began a small conversation about herbs and other healer things he was only slightly familiar with. He did basic stuff; keeping wounds clean, wrapping it, stop bleeding. He had never been on the medication end of Healing.
Well, didn't look like he was going to get out of it. Sighing, the young man-boy turned to the first healer and stated, "I was sent here to help, too. What do you need me to do?" Hopefully it would be something easy like fetching water from the lake or changing bandages on unconscious patents.
"Oh, Tiball, by the way." He attempted to stick his hand out to the first lady, but instead dropped a glow and hastily squatted in an attempt to pick it up.
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Post by K'vys and Oneth on Jul 9, 2010 20:19:34 GMT -5
K'yvs moaned as he was carried into the infirmary by one of the riders, but he didn't awake. He was beyond exhaustion and fatigue. His desire to be the best and to prove himself had in part led to this moment. Even when L'yst had been watching them on the journey, K'vys had found it hard to stomach food as the magnitude of the losses of all, but especially his parents, had stuck him.
But, that was by far not his worst moment of stupidity. Nearly three days prior when he'd felt uncomfortable atop Oneth, he knew something was wrong. That night he'd seen the tears that had happened in his flying leathers, but because of his stupid pride and embarrassment he hadn't told L'yst or any of the others. Now, underneath those tears, the flesh on his thighs had been rubbed nearly raw.
"Where should I put him?" The man who carried the unconscious boy asked of those who were standing around. As he waited for an answer, a spiteful sound seemed to follow behind him.
Oneth, wing-tired and muscle soar, managed to shuffle wearily into the infirmary with an almost whimper. He turned his head towards his mate, trying to croon to him, but it came out rather pathetic. The young dragonet seemed to sink down to the ground with a cry, unwilling to move any further. He hurt. His was not answering him. He hurt. His eyes swirled between a dull grey and deep lavender. The dragon was worried about his and in pain of his own. He turned those whirling eyes to the others as though asking them for help for him and his.
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Post by Echo and Anayeth on Jul 9, 2010 23:38:44 GMT -5
Echo did not want to burden either with anything that would take forever to accomplish. Besides that Ceinwen looked to be doing something other... with, was that hyssop? Nice thinking, Echo had tried to find some hyssop but with everything still coming in and everything being scattered everywhere, this past couple of hours, after Echo had run out of her previous hyssop tea mixture (which really was more water than hyssop and other herbs) and hadn't known where anything was.
"Oh! Did you really find hyssop here? I haven't been out of the infirmary since we landed so I haven't been able to go searching... Or have someone search for me." Echo said, relieved that hyssop was in at least some supply here. She sighed and once again brushed her hair behind her ears, wishing to the sky that she had not broken her hair tie earlier.
The boy spoke up then, and Exho cringed on the inside. She had sincerely hoped that he wouldn't have asked, but since he had, she felt like she should give him something to do. She quickly glanced around and noted that he still held glows. Just as he tried to extend a hand to shake, a glow spilled out of his hand.
She was going to stoop down to help him, but he had already squatted, and she might have butted heads with him in her haste. And when she meant butting heads, she meant a physical butting of heads. Instead, she stood above him, a little awkwardly because she was now talking to the top of his head.
"My name is Echo, nicely met, Ceinwen and Tiball. And, to answer your question, you could help by finding a way to put glows up at every other cot so we Healers can see what we're doing tonight." She smiled and would have offered a hand to him if he hadn't had his hands full.
Someone started moaning a few cots down and Echo sighed. She was so tired but she couldn't let up. "You'd be a great help setting up the glows to free our hands." Her left hand unconsciously flew up to again push a nonexistant piece of hair behind her ears. Maybe as soon as her father came she would be relieved for the night, well, at least for a few hours.
"I'm more of a Dragonhealer than a regular Healer, so you might do better making the tea, Ceinwen." Echo laughed, and realized that she was happy there weren't too many injured dragons right now. But Echo was sure that once work was done, she would be needed as dragons flowed in. The girl realized that they might want to schedule a physical checkup for all riders and non to assess their physical strength. She'd talk to her father about that later.
Suddenly, dragonriders came in carrying a young boy. Following him came a Brown dragon, looking even more weary than Echo had ever felt in her life. She retained her cool composure with the ease of long practice, and pointed to a cot further away from the sick people closer to the Weyr-side entrance of the Infirmary. “Put him there, and move a cot closer for his dragon to sleep right next to him.” She said this in a more commanding tone, one she used only when work demanded, or when she was angry, which rarely happened. If there was nothing she knew more than Healing, it was that the bond between human and dragon was stronger than any bond she had ever seen before, even going further than the bond between mother and child.
Echo’s brown eyes followed the similarly brown dragonet, and she pursed her lips, “I can handle the dragon if you’ll handle the boy, Ceinwen.” She reached into her hip-pocket for the herbs and medicines she’d need for the Brown’s weary wings and for his spirits. Then she looked back up at Tiball, a faint smile on her tired face, “Tiball, he’s not serious, we just need those glows set up.” Then she stepped forward, closer to the Brown, and the smile did not falter as she asked, “Little one, could you move to be with yours?” Her eyes were soft as she continued, "And, may I take a look at you and help you feel better? Yours will feel better, soon, too. I promise."
She hoped that promise would keep.
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Post by K'vys and Oneth on Jul 10, 2010 13:30:55 GMT -5
Oneth Oneth turned his whirling eyes on the speaker. He emitted a tiny peeping sound at her words. He hurt, but he worried about his as well. He whirled his head to the bed and gazed longingly at his mate. His mind tried to touch his, but all he got was a wall of darkness. He knew his lived, but he was unresponsive. He knew what she asked of him, but he hurt. He didn't want to move anymore. With a strange shuffling, hobbling gait, the half-turn old dragonet moved slowly across the infirmary floor. There was a stone couch put in place it seemed for weary dragon bodies that the young brown eyed. He wasn't even sure he could lift himself onto it. It felt as though someone had twisted his wings until they burned. The last days of flying had been rough and Oneth was tired. So tired. With a sad little whimper, he managed to hoist is bruised self onto the stone couch only feet from his. He turned his whirling eye to look over at K'vys, worry evident in the deep swirling purple shades. He shifted to look back at the female. His eye watching her. He did not know what she would do, but he hurt enough that he was not going to fight her. Tag Echo |
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Post by Lilia on Jul 10, 2010 14:05:16 GMT -5
She followed the young dragonet into the infirmary and saw as the attendants went to arrange for both his and the young rider’s care. Her mother’s heart still went out to the young ones. The rider being just a bit older than her own son.
She went to sit by the rider’s side and placed the handful of bug bodies and sand on the table, just in case Sorelle happened to follow them in.
She straightened the young man on the cot and for the first time got a good look at his face.
“Keevys?” she asked herself. She’d known the Telgar Weyrleaders well when she’d been there is a journeywoman. She’d taught this boy when he was a child.
She didn’t know about healing but he looked exhausted. She looked across at the dragon… Brown, ‘not bad’ she thought and smiled gently. His parents must have been so proud of him.
As she moved the boy she noticed. “Oh my” she said as she saw the rip in his leathers.
“Ummm” she said looking up at the woman coming to attend to him “It appears there is some injury.” And she pointed. Thank the heavens he was out. He would be so embarrassed by this.
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Post by Echo and Anayeth on Jul 10, 2010 15:51:16 GMT -5
Echo watched as the Brown followed her imploring direction by laboriously crawling across the floor. Though her heart melted at his obedience, Echo was once again the Dragonhealer she had been taught to be. She knew that, in a moment, a dragon might become too upset or hurt too much and turn on her. Usually that didn’t happen, but one time, maybe a month before the exodus, a dragon had lashed out at another Dragonhealer, causing minor injuries but injuries nonetheless.
Her light brown eyes tracked the Brown as he climbed onto the cot, and she bit her lip as she wondered what to do first. She had already asked the dragon for permission, and, though he had not said anything to her—why would he?—he had done what she asked, even if it pained him. But, in Echo’s mind, this meant that he wouldn’t have to move later. Or people wouldn’t have to move him. It also meant that, if his young rider woke up and saw him, he would not be forced into terror because his dragon was not at his side. And Echo had seen people wake up from traumatic experiences before (a fight, etc) where the rider became terrified if he didn’t immediately know where the dragon was, even if the dragon was still in his brain. Or her brain, didn’t matter.
Echo saw a woman walk in with the young Brownrider but she did not really register what the woman had said. Her mind was on the Brown, Ceinwen would take care of the boy. Then Echo breathed a quick, easy breath and her work began. Echo fell into her work as easily as someone might fall into the Weyrlake after a hot summer’s day. She knew how to work with dragons, and this, this made her feel like nothing had happened. What the poor Brown felt was just from pulled and overused muscles, was all. But Echo knew from experience that weary muscles did not feel good. Coupled with the realization that all they had once lived for was no longer, weary muscles meant a whole lot more all of a sudden. But Echo had just the thing for the weary Brown.
It was a good thing Echo held the glow, for otherwise she couldn’t see what she was rummaging for in her hip-pack. Either way, she wouldn’t be able to get it out until she set the glow down, which she did, in a convenient niche in the cave’s wall. Now the glow did its job by casting light over the boy (had she picked up the name Keevys from the Harper-lady?) and his Brown, and she unhooked her pack and set it gently on the Brown’s cot where he wasn’t touching it and far enough away so that he wouldn’t knock it down if he moved. Then she moved closer to him.
Her gentle hands first prodded his face, though away from his eyes and nose. She told the Brown that she was just doing this to make sure he didn’t have any other injuries, and wasn’t trying to be mean. Her voice was soft, in a way humble as she spoke to the Brown, and complimented her sure, gentle hands nicely. She moved to his neck, where nothing seemed to be amiss as she deftly felt his vertebrae through his thick hide. she skipped his wing-joints, knowing that they were what was troubling him the most, and she felt his stomach, gently touching and making sure nothing was hard. Both stomachs seemed to be fine, with nothing lodged anywhere she could feel, and his breathing was actually amazing, to Echo’s immediate happiness.
His legs were strong, too, and Echo surmised they hurt him only because his wings did. Echo did not have to check his tail, which was strong enough to probably throw her a couple feet if he really felt like it. But the poor Brown was so wing-weary that he didn’t look like he’d do much but sleep as soon as he knew His was fine and as soon as he felt better. Thus enlightened, Echo picked up her pack and took out two things: fish oil and numbweed. The fish oil she spread across her hands, applying a decent amount because she wasn’t just going to apply the numbweed to the Brown’s aching wings, she was going to try to loosen the muscle, as well. Then she dipped her left hand into the numbweed and applied it to both of the Brown’s wing-joints, top and bottom, and slathered some along his shoulder as well, knowing he would not be able to move his shoulder for a while, but also knowing he might not want to.
She knew as the Brown sighed (Maram told me he would… so it isn’t godmoding) that she had hit the spot, and quickly trailed her right hand, oily but not full of numbweed, up and down both of his wings so that she might see if they were broken or hurt other than muscularly hurt. They weren’t, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she set to massaging the Brown’s wing-muscles. “Little Brown, all I’m doing now is massaging your wing-muscles so they won’t hurt when the numbweed wears off.” She told the Brown. Normally, she would tell the rider but as he was currently incapacitated, she told the dragon. Then she looked up at the woman, the Harper-lady, “Do you know this boy, Keevys, did you say?”
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Post by R'gant and Xanith on Jul 10, 2010 16:48:58 GMT -5
They had finally arrived at Dragon Weyr. Although there wasn't much to see, he took a moment to look at his surroundings before resuming his duties. Their journey had been tiring. There had even been times along the way that he hadn't believed they would make it. Yet, he had flown under worse circumstances. He could not say the same for the werylings that had been left for him to supervise. Had there been more experienced riders he would have seen to their flight personally, but his other obligations had taken precedent above seeing to the young. He had been blinded, not only by his grief over all that he'd left behind, but by his need to fulfill his duty, which was to assure that they all reached their new home. His capabilities had been stretched thin and now K'vys and Oneth were suffering for his shortcomings.
"See that everyone has settled in," R'gant said to one of his fellow riders. The man nodded and disappeared further into the Weyr. R'gant watched as the boy was taken to the infirmary. Although he wished to see to his health, he had to remember that others needed his guidance just as much as the boy did.
Although his thoughts were unheard by the others, Xanith heard every word. The large, bronze dragon's eyes followed R'gant as he made his rounds. He tended to the other werylings and their rider, all of which appeared exhausted, yet not as worse off as K'vys and Oneth. When everyone had settled in to their weyr for a well needed rest, R'gant returned to Xanith's side and stroked his hide.
"You should eat and rest."
"I should say the same to you, R'gantmine," Xanith bantered. "You're worn. Rest for a while."
R'gant looked off in the distance and shook his head. "I have to see to K'vys first. You understand that." Xanith cocked his large head to the side.
Yes, I understand.
R'gant hated to admit that he'd made a mistake. Xanith knew that more than anyone. He should have seen more, listened more. Perhaps then he would have noticed the young boy faltering grip on his dragon, noticed that Oneth's wings did not move as sinuously as before. Perhaps...he could have done more...
"Rest." R'gant stroked Xanith's wing and then retraced the path toward the infirmary.
He arrived moments later to find the infirmary filled. Oneth's girth wasn't hard to miss so he walked to the dragon's side. A young woman was tending to him so R'gant let them be for now. He rounded the large dragon and that's when he saw the boy. His heart fell and he rushed to his side.
"How is he?" he asked the woman nearest him. She was not tending to the boy's wounds so she was no healor.
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Post by Lilia on Jul 10, 2010 17:32:36 GMT -5
She looked up at the dragonhealer as she worked on the brown. Her hand took hold of K’vys as that would be his proper name not that he was a dragorider.
“Do you know this boy, Keevys, did you say?”
She looked at the young face and brushed some hair out of his eyes.
“Yes” she said slowly “He was one of my students at Telgar Weyr for a time.” She chuckled. “He was a bit of a handful” she smiled up at the younger woman. She obviously knew dragon healing and the brown seemed to ease under her hands.
“He is the son of the Senior Weyrwoman there.” She said, “Though now I’d guess his name would be K’vys” She shook her head she looked up in time to see a familiar face. She couldn’t’ remember the name but it was on the tip of her tongue. ‘R’gant’ she thought.
"How is he?"
When one worked it a Weyr, you know the gold and bronze riders names. Whether they knew you or not was another matter. When she was at Telgar she wasn’t under R’enh’s protection and only being a journeywoman Harper at the time while in the hall she would have entertained but not necessarily mixed with them.
She smiled. She was glad to see someone checking in on the kid, at least he wasn’t completely off the radar
“I’m not sure yet” she responded. “I’m Lilia, Master Harper. He collapsed out in the bowl, I had him brought in here. The healer should be here anytime.”
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