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Post by tiball on Jul 4, 2010 13:55:47 GMT -5
Tiball nodded silently, watching her wrap her hand. He wanted to make sure she did it correctly; not for her sake, necessarily, but out of his nit-picking ways. Thankfully, she did a good job winding the fabric tightly so that it would not fall off.
Opening his mouth to warn her about betweening with the wound, she suddenly thanked him a second time and took off. Oh. Well then. Nerystimon must have been on important business after all. Tiball looked after back, slowly rolling over the encounter in his mind.
Oh, shells. He had forgotten to give her his name.
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Post by Ceinwen and Drusillith on Jul 4, 2010 18:33:12 GMT -5
Ceinwen searched his eyes as she applied pressure to his temple. He seemed to be in a state of shock, his eyes filled with a look of terror. “It will all be well,” she said softly with complete sincerity and confidence as she gazed directly into his eyes. Hoping he understood, she pulled her eyes from his and lifted the gauze to take a look at the wounds. They were not deep, but appeared to be surface scratches. Applying pressure again to stay the flow of blood, she pulled open her other pack and looked for her lavender oil. Taking it out, she used her teeth to uncork the vial, then placed her index and middle fingers over the opening, tipping it to coat the tips of her fingers. Holding the vial back up to her mouth she replaced the cork and dropped the vial into her lap.
Ceinwen looked back into his troubled eyes and said, “This should ease your discomfort.” Lifting her lavender oil coated fingertips, she gently touched his temple and rubbed the soothing emollient against his skin. Lavender had many medicinal uses. Among them was its impact on the nervous system, helping to balance ones emotions, creating a calming and soothing sensation. In her training she was ideal when dealing with instances of shock, stress, panic, trembling and the like.
Lifting the gauze again, she noted that the flow of blood had slowed. Discarding the blood soaked gauze, she pulled out a small fresh bandage and dressed the wound. Ceinwen then went about cleaning up the blood that had ran down the sides of his head as she monitored his condition in the hopes that the lavender would do him some good. She hated to see anyone suffering in such a state.
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Post by Leatherell on Jul 5, 2010 10:09:26 GMT -5
He wasn't sure what the girl had rubbed on his temples, but the result was almost magical. He felt his breathing steady and his head slowly stopped being so foggy, but with the slow ascent from his numb state, the emotions also returned. He sighed shakily, feeling the tears stream down his face silently. It felt surprisingly good to cry and vent those emotions, for the moment he didn't care if he looked weak, besides, this seemed to be a healer as healers should be, much unlike his short tempered sister.
He looked up at her, now capable of studying her more closely. She looked like someone you could trust is what he decided after a few moments. A very beautiful woman too. Now he did sort of feel bad about allowing himself to cry, but his body seemed to disagree, feeling the relief of the bittersweet release already. It seems the healing had begun.
He sighed a little, trying to sit a little straighter. Funny how much of a change one kind person could make, he even managed to conjure a smile onto his face"Thank you..". Two such simple words that carried all of his sincirest gratitude"might I have the name of the one that pulled me out of that fog?".
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Post by Ceinwen and Drusillith on Jul 6, 2010 2:01:09 GMT -5
It was not long before she felt him begin to relax. Ceinwen glanced back into his eyes and saw that he had begun to cry. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, she looked away and focused in on cleaning up the rest of the blood. Tears were something familiar to her in her line of work. She found it best to let them flow and not press for the reasons behind them beyond being in physical pain. Especially when it came to her male patients… any time she had attempted to help while a man was crying, it ended badly. So she took the ‘pretending not to notice’ route. It seemed to have a much higher success rate.
Ceinwen could feel his eyes on her as she worked. That was one aspects of this craft that she would very likely never get used to. She always felt a bit self conscious with being is such close proximity to virtual strangers. What if she had a smudge on her face or something even more embarrassing?
”Thank you.”
The sound of his voice made her lift her gaze to his eyes once again. Gone was the panic and she could see the earnestness in his grey orbs. He had even mustered a smile. He was rather attractive when he smiled…
"might I have the name of the one that pulled me out of that fog?"
Ceinwen smiled bashfully, a slight flush coming to her cheeks. “Ceinwen,” she said in response to his question. “May I ask your name in kind?”
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Post by Leatherell on Jul 6, 2010 6:48:57 GMT -5
She didn't look at him directly untill he had spoken to her. He apreciated her thoughtfulness, some healers tended to make a fuss about crying males and it usualy hurt their prides to admit to such weaknesses as crying. Men weren't suposed to cry after all. It was sort of complicated to explain to females, it was a guy thing, an unwritten law.
The girl introduced herself as ceinwen. "Ceinwen.."he let the name roll of his tounge, as if he was trying to taste the flavor of it. At least his humor seemed to be in a hurry to return"A lovely name, on that befits you". he nodded with the most earnest of expressions.
He sat himself a bit more upright, not daring to really get up. His head felt sort of light, despite everything, he was rather sure that if he got up to soon he would faint. He probably hadn't been eating properly. He also wondered how many days had passed since it all started.
"My name is Leathell, journeyman harper Leatherell, or at least I used to be.."he frowned a little. Now that he could think more clearly it also dawned on him that someone must record this apocalyptic event, he wondered if someone else had thought of that yet. Probably not, he decided, most people didn't much value record keeping. He was probably the only one with that issue on his mind, most everyone would be more concerned about injuries and other primary essentials.
"Say Ceinwen, how many days has it been since..well.. everything.."he gestured helplessly"I'm afraid that I have lost any sense of time..".
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Post by Ceinwen and Drusillith on Jul 8, 2010 12:28:50 GMT -5
Ceinwen blushed a bit at his compliment. “Thank you,” she said sincerely and then held out her hands to assist if needed as he sat up. He looked very pale, but she was unsure if that was his usual pallor or do to the present circumstance.
"My name is Leatherell, journeyman harper Leatherell, or at least I used to be…"
‘Used to be,’ she thought looking at him a little confounded. She knew that many things had changed in the days since these disasters had struck. Unfortunately, she had spent that time attached to the back of a rider with whom she had little to no interaction. She had yet to hear any news of her friends or family, but that was moot. They all needed to stay focused on their present need – a home. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Leatherell,” she said sweetly.
"Say Ceinwen, how many days has it been since..well.. everything.."he gestured helplessly"I'm afraid that I have lost any sense of time..".
“Um…” She tried to think back and account for the time that had passed as she packed away her supplies back into her packs. “I believe it has been almost two sevendays.” Ceinwen was surprised by her own answer. Had it really been so long? Her mind traveled once again to that moment when she saw the riders body laying curled between the impressive blue’s forequarters.
Ceinwen began tugging at her ash covered clothing, trying to clear it off as she attempted to assess the situation. She set her bags down and removed her hat and the scarf that had protected her from inhaling the noxious fumes. The dragon was looking at her, it’s head slowly lifting as she cautiously moved closer. Ceinwen had been told that the swirling colors in a dragon’s eye could reveal their mood, but she had no idea what purple meant. She could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest, her fear was very present, but her desire to help exceeded it.
Please help. Mine needs help or he will perish. You must mend him.
Ceinwen stopped in her tracks and stared wide eyed at the head of the majestic dragon. Had it just spoken to her? Pleaded with her for help? Her mind raced as she tried to comprehend it all. Somewhere deep in her memory she recalled a tale a Master Harper had once told to a group of children at the hold where she had grown up, about a dragon who had spoken to another in a time of great need. Could that be the case? The rider cannot speak for himself, so his dragon is asking in his stead?
She snapped her thoughts back to the present and looked around. It appeared that most of the people had all gone and those that remained were packing up and preparing to leave soon. She could overhear some talking and saying that the riders had found a Weyr. Ceinwen could not help but feel uplifted at the thought. That meant that they would all be okay. They would have to rebuild, but they would survive.
She turned to Leatherell and grinned. “Did you hear,” she asked. “It sounds as though they have found us a new home!”
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((Please note that I received prior approval from the Admins to have the blue dragon speak to Ceinwen directly. She does not 'hear all dragons'. Dragons can choose to speak to someone other than their rider when a great need presents itself.))
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Post by Leatherell on Jul 10, 2010 14:55:53 GMT -5
"two sevendays.."he repeated it with horror and disbelief. It had really been 2 sevendays? It was rather hard for him to comprehend. He wondered how he had survived that, he had no recollection of eating and drinking all that time.
Alira must have made sure he got the proper nuitritions, he decided. As such his sister would probably by quite happy to fill him in on how she had kept him alive and what he owed her, she was likely to cling to the subject if anything.
He watched the comotion, the words not registering but it was clear that everyone was getting ready to leave. Ceinwen, who seemed to have been just as lost in thought as he had been a moment ago did pick up on what was being said and convied it to him.
"a new home?"he repeated in disbelief. Was there a place left untouched by fall and fire?. he also felt a little silly. So far all he had been saying these past few minutes were part of the sentences Ceinwen had used. He must look like a total idiot.
He spotted his sister in the crowd. The healer journeywoman took a minute to note that he was doing better and immidiatly abandoned him to ceinwens care, dissapearing into the crowd. He took the hint well enough. Since he was able to care of himself now he was no longer Alira's problem.
He looked at Ceinwen"I'm not quite sure how I got here.. erm.. so I am not quite sure how to get out of here either...". he murmured awkwardly.
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Post by Ceinwen and Drusillith on Jul 11, 2010 15:43:31 GMT -5
The look on his face was one that worried Ceinwen. He seemed to be so distressed and confused. She knew that so many had suffered such terrible personal tragedies during this volatile and uncertain time. The desire to know his story and to try and ease his sorrow was present, but she hesitated. It was not her place to ask him to confide in her.
"I'm not quite sure how I got here.. erm.. so I am not quite sure how to get out of here either..."
“Oh…,” she whispered in shock and dismay. Who had helped him and why was he now alone, sitting beneath this tree and bleeding? Where had his friends or family or fellow craftsman gone? Looking around Ceinwen suddenly came to the realization that she too was not sure how she was going to get off this little island. “Excellent question.”
Suddenly, she heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind her. Looking up over her shoulder, she saw her bluerider standing behind her with a blank expression on his face. ‘Well, at least he had the courtesy to come and find me,’ she thought. Turing back to Leatherell she gave him a small smile. “It seems we may have a ride afterall.” She looked once again at the rider who gave her a slight nod and then turned to make his way back to his dragon.
Ceinwen stared at him for a moment as walked back to his dragon. Why he still refused to speak to her was maddening. Shaking her head at him and his foolishness, she gave a little sigh of aggravation and then stood. She brushed herself off and then extended a hand to Leatherell. “May I help you up? With your loss of blood you may feel a bit dizzy when you stand.”
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