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Post by Darvin on Aug 3, 2010 15:23:34 GMT -5
D'vin calmly touched a healer on the arm as she hurried by, and turned to her, "Ma'am, this man. Do you know who brought him in, or who treated him when he was first brought in? We're trying to find the two - Man and his son, possibly, an older man, and a young teenager - that brought him in. We need to find out where he came from. Who's the Masterhealer?" He asked, his eyes resting briefly on her own. "Find her, and tell her that this one can't remember anything before waking up."
He turned to Evilie, "Did they mention any names, at all? Any hint as to where he came from?"
Finally, he looked back down at Leo, and inquried softly, but firmly, "Any pain? Taste of blood? Anything like that? Your vision alright?"
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Aug 3, 2010 16:18:13 GMT -5
"I don't know, Sivarith is only picking up on pain. She's almost-- Alorath's wing hangs," she said "A blue has flown in a Healer. Sivarith is trying to calm Alorath."
He nodded realizing that she was communicating with her lifemate who was obviously handling the hysterical green. He felt badly for Chloe but he couldn’t handle every emergency himself, as much as he might like to. He’d check on her once they had her back to the weyr and her green to the infirmary. Just the thought of a broken wing made him shudder.
“Thread will bring worse injuries” he said with saddened eyes. Then watched her walk over to Maram and a smile played around his lips as he watched the two women beginning to pour over the records. He couldn’t have asked for a better team than these two women. He’d tried often enough for Sorelle during his years at Benden, but his lifemates success with Chalarath had brought him something entirely unexpected and he began to realize exactly what it was Sorelle had lost when N’lon and Brath went between.
He shook his head and turned toward the enigmatic brownrider. The women’s attention was on the records so he went back to the bed where the man was sitting.
“I don’t really remember much,” he started “We were fleeing the fire raining down and went /between/ to Benden but it was destroyed. So much smoke and ash..” he coughed and reached again for the Klah. “We went for the coast, I must have done it then because the next thing I remember,” he had the grace to flush slightly “was Sorelle, she mistook me for N’lon, my brother.”
He overheard as he approached. “Well that explains a few things.” He smiled. “I’m R’enh of Bronze Mnoranth. I was a Wingleader at Benden under N’lon. I must say you look a lot like him… it’s uncanny.” He looked back at Sorelle. “She’s so much better right now than she’s been since we escaped.” He looked back down at the man. “I realize it’s incredibly unfair…”
“J’lor” the healer interjected. R’enh threw him a quick smile.
“J’lor” he repeated. “… but we need her competent right now. There are so few of us.” He paused. “she was a burden and now magically shes back!” R’enh knew the idea was crazy and he was going to kick himself later but… “I would appreciate it if you continue to… keep her stable.” Then with a speaking look he added “Whatever it takes.”
He smelled bread about the time it was mentioned. “Let me see about getting you some of that delicious smelling bread.”
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Post by evelie on Aug 3, 2010 16:35:38 GMT -5
Evelie was lost, and there was no other word to phrase how she felt lost. Lost. Lost. She wished she could see so she could have at least helped the man. She could have seen who it was and could have picked his face out of a crowd. She could have… who was she kidding? Certainly not herself with this inability to see. But she shrugged anyway and scoured her relatively unneeded memory for anything.
“Oh, wait, while I was approaching the two, the man was yelling at the boy about messing with something. Messing with metals?” Evelie wasn’t making this up, she hoped, and her face knotted in concentration and confusion. Messing with… metal, and a letter. The boy had said a letter. But Evelie couldn’t remember, she’d been too focused on getting to them using the wall.
She shook her head then, and shrugged, “maybe you’ve got metal on you somewhere?” She asked sort of sheepishly, as if she didn’t know what she was talking about. She didn’t know, she didn’t know. It made her sad that she didn’t know what was going on, what was happening. She was trying to help, really, she was, but she had no idea how she was going to go about doing that. She supposed she could run out of the infirmary screaming, ‘Man, man with the teenager, I need you!’ Or something like that, but she also supposed a lot of people would think she was insane. Insane and blind—she might just trip and fall flat on her face from some nonexistent pebble, as well.
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Post by Leo on Aug 3, 2010 16:56:11 GMT -5
"Did they mention any names, at all? Any hint as to where he came from?"
The words made Leo itch, being called 'he' whilst he was there, it was just- Leo closed his eyes momentarily, a quick second to try relax, if that was possible. It was understandable of course, D'vin didn't know his name and nor did he.
Leo's eyes shifted to Evelie again, watching her as she struggled to help. How hard was it to be blind? He had no idea but for what he knew, he might as well be blind as well, he didn't know anything or anyone.
But Evelie's words cut his thoughts short, metal? What metal? The more she spoke the more self-conscious Leo became as he felt his pockets, waist, arms and as he guided his fingers across his shape felt the embossing a shape underneath.
"You might be right," Leo said quietly as he used his un-injured hand and guided up to his neck, feeling the string and then following it down under to find the small metal plate. He gripped it and pulled it out, laying it over in his palm to see some kind of plate, like a tag.
"Leo." He muttered to himself as he gazed at the word, his thumb rubbing over it, the coarse cold metal chilling the little cells in his finger. So was this who he was, Leo? Or was that a nickname, some title...
"Any pain? Taste of blood? Anything like that? Your vision alright?"
Leo looked up, the plate of the necklace still in his palm as he regarded D'vin. He was very tempted to tell the truth and said yes, about the pain but he wanted to say no.
"A little pain," Leo finally decided on before adding that he his vision seemed fine, just the hand and a little headache.
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Post by Darvin on Aug 3, 2010 17:23:09 GMT -5
He eyed the necklace, quietly, looking it over for any distinguishing marks, as to where it might've come from.
The Healer strode up, "A little pain where?" She answered, having overheard. "Deep or shallow, and sharp or dull? Over how large an area?"
D'vin stepped back, as a young man scuttled up, holding a pitcher and a few mugs. "Hot klah," he asked them quietly, "If anyone wants some." D'vin happily took a mug, stepping aside, gesturing to the others slightly with it.
"Leo? Is that your name?" D'vin glanced at the boy over the edge of his mug of klah. He took up another full mug, and held it out to Evilie, "Reach out slowly, toward my voice. Slowly. I've got a mug of klah for you."
He sighed, softly, casting a glance aside at the still-unconscious Weyrwoman.
He froze. There was a group of Healers around her... The crowd parted, briefly, and he saw the panicked look on the healer's face.
He shoved the mug down on a nearby table, just as he heard the commotion outside; And the sound of an upset dragon, growling and keening, claws scraping against the sand and rock insistently.
He moved quickly through the crowd of people toward the Weyrwoman, whose skin was pale and clammy, and had a visible sheen of sweat. The low murmur of conversation between the healers gave evidence of the severity... As did their frantic movements.
"Tael?" He asked, hovering just behind them. One of the Healer stood, and pushed past him, "Is she alright?" He asked. She only shook her head as she pushed past. He knelt down, taking her hand; It was cold. Her heartbeat barely pulsed in her wrist. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with alarm.
Finally, the healer came back, and moved him out of her way, going back to what she'd been doing before - Attempting to count off the woman's heartbeat. The crawling cadence of her counting hardly reached five in her ten seconds of counting.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Aug 4, 2010 11:08:22 GMT -5
Maram felt her fingers almost quiver at the anticipation of examining the records Sorelle had brought.
Together, she helped lay them out on the table as she began to examine them for what each record might hold.
"Oh, R'enh will want to see this. It details threadfall patterns during the 4th pass!" Maram looked up excited at Sorelle and then darted her eyes around for R'enh. She felt a sense of disappointment when she realized he must have left while she was busy poring over old records.
As she turned back to examine them further, Maram heard a strange commotion in the far corner. Glancing up, she saw that a large gathering had grouped together around...it was the goldriders cot.
"Tael," Maram murmured with anguish to Sorelle. Looking over at the other goldrider for a moment, she left the records and moved quickly to the corner where the goldrider lay.
She heard Darvin's words and looked to the healers to see their answer. The grim looks on their faces were almost more than she could bare. It was bad enough they had lost a bronze and his rider in the wee hours of the morning, but now...the idea...Maram felt as though someone was squeezing her heart as she watched the scene unfold before her.
Almost without thinking, she placed a hand on Darvin's shoulder as a sign of support, giving it a gentle squeeze, before a healer pushed past them, causing her to step back, away from him and the dying rider.
Maram wished in that moment that R'enh could be standing beside her, holding her in his arms as she felt the weight of this moment pressing hard on her. Why did things have to happen this way? Maram closed her eyes and wished that things could work out differently.
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Post by Darvin on Aug 4, 2010 14:19:06 GMT -5
D'vin felt the hand on his shoulder, briefly squeezing, comforting; But it was gone before he could even think to turn, leaving a phantom of a tingling sensation, as if it had never happened at all. Only his mind playing tricks.
From outside came the thudding sound of dragon's legs pounding into the sands, and then the thunder-crash of beating wings, a flurry of sand storming across the entrance to the Infirmary. Someone, with more bravery than sense, leapt to her leg, and tried to bring the massive Gold back down.
The thunderclap of the lunge to flight resonated through the caves, followed shortly by the shocked silence of a sudden Between.
The dragons gave a long, low keening, echoing from the throat of every beast in the Weyr.
Taela had passed, and Ralianth had gone between. The Ista Weyrwoman was gone.
The healers moved aside. D'vin staggered forward, and knelt next to her, taking her hand in his own, clutching it tightly. No heartbeat stirred her cooling body.
Wordless, he leaned his head onto her slowly chilling hand, and wept.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Aug 4, 2010 14:52:23 GMT -5
He pelted across the bowl as fast as he could run in the sand. The dimly lighted infirmary was a stark contrast to the bright sun and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust and pick out the head he was trying to find.
Her back was to him but he rushed forward and wrapped Maram in his arms and pulled her to his chest. His eyes traveled to the side to see Darvin's grief as he knelt by the side of the cot.
He stroked Maram's hair and murmured "I'm so sorry." Tears misted his own eyes and it wasn't just for Tael but for every other rider they had lost and for all of Pern in peril without full Weyrs to battle her ancient foe.
He looked around for Sorelle but couldn't see her. It made him clutch Maram even tighter. He couldn't bear the thought of someday losing her.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Aug 4, 2010 15:08:46 GMT -5
Maram felt Ralianth's rise even before most realized it. Chalarath had called out to her, trying to bring back the magnificent Gold, but it was too late. Dragon and Rider were both gone...
Maram sucked in a breath as the grief of the moment struck her. She staggered backwards, and amazingly found her encircled from behind in strong arms. Maram wanted to comfort D'vin, as she watched him grieving the loss of his Weyrwoman, but she found herself almost in shock, unable to move. Maram drew in shaky breath after shaky breath, her mouth moving soundlessly.
The tears that had been streaking down her face since she'd felt Ralianth's rise were hardly noticed as she watched and tried to comprehend. Why? Why did this happen?
"I'm so sorry."
Hearing those words from the man who meant so much to her, feeling his arms around her, was her undoing. Maram drew in a sobbing breath, then turned and buried her face in his chest, as her body shook with the small sobs brought on by the magnitude of this loss and all the others. She felt as though the losses had just multiplied and magnified. It was a crushing loss to them all, and brought on a feeling of despair in Maram as tears fell from her eyes.
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Post by evelie on Aug 4, 2010 18:56:32 GMT -5
Evelie lowered her eyes carefully back to her hands. When D’vin asked if Leo felt any pain, she had been unable to answer the question for the man. But at least now the three knew Leo’s name. What a strange name, Evelie thought to herself, mulling it around in her mind. Leo. Maybe knowing his name would spark some sort of memory, but how he spoke about there being no pain but such in his hand and in his head, Evelie gave that notion up. Poor guy.
She heard someone say something about klah, and her mouth watered. She looked toward the sound of his voice, and was about to reach for it when D’vin said he’d gone and got some for her. She did reach out, then, and her hand connected with the hot mug. She automatically reached for it with her other hand, thanked D’vin, and sipped the klah slowly. When D’vin left, she slowly let herself fall onto her butt instead of her knees, and she sat crisscross applesauce.
She was silent for a few moments, listening to what was happening with the other Weyrwoman/Queenrider. Apparently, she was dying, and Evelie’s heart went out to the poor woman. She didn’t even know her name… what was the woman’s name? Evelie sat there, offering quiet companionship to Leo, who hadn’t asked her much of anything after D’vin left. Then, out of nowhere, noise erupted.
The first she heard was the dragon, who’d been keening and clawing at the ground outside the Infirmary since she’d come, up and left. And when Evelie meant ‘left,’ she meant the dragon disappeared between without another thought. She could hear the gold’s thunderous clap of her wings as she unfurled them in fear and loss. She could feel the earthquake-like vibrations of her golden claws as they beat against the ground for one last time as she labored into the sky. Then she was gone.
For a moment there was silence, as if everyone was stunned. Then, then came the horrible keens of dragons, the cries of people, Evelie dropped her klah mug, on total accident, and pushed her hands to her ears. She also screwed her eyes shut, but that did nothing, since she was already blind. One doesn’t get super senses when one loses eyesight, hearing, or voice. But one does learn to use the senses left to her more than normal, and her ears were not ready for the horrible chorus that ensued after the Queen’s death. After the woman’s death.
When the keening had died down enough, Evelie removed her hands from her ears and reached for her cup. No, her hands had not blotted out all sounds, but they had blotted out enough, even if Evelie had looked stupid for doing so. Her blind hands found the cup and she realized that the drink had spilled, but, miraculously, it had not flowed in the direction of her or the cot Leo was on (but Evelie could not see that… I’m just saying it). The cup had not broken.
“What a sad occurrence.” She muttered, turning back to Leo. For his benefit, she explained in a somber voice. “When a human dies, the dragon they had been Impressed to must die. When a dragon dies, most times the rider is left with a gaping hole in their heart, with nothing being able to quench it, like a hole in a cup. A dragon’s loss is a terrible experience for Weyr and rider, and a Queen’s loss is much, much more than that. Especially if the Queen’s rider was lost, as well.”
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Post by Leo on Aug 5, 2010 7:46:00 GMT -5
Leo tensed at the sudden arrival of a healer and her questions, "Deep, but dull." Leo replied as he raised his hand to indicate the pained area though decided not to mention further of his headache. As the healer disappeared for a moment and then came back, with several ornaments and liquids, Leo felt himself tense again.
"It's fine, this will dull the pain some more and then I'll get to work on your hand." She said with a soothing smile, Leo only nodded as the healer began her work which she found annoying since Leo was not sitting or lying down and he didn't want to budge much.
"Klah?" Leo asked raising his head to look at D'vin and Evelie who was being given a drink of some kind, supposedly the Klah. The healer gave Leo a brief explanation.
"Leo? Is that your name?"
He didn't give a reply because he had no answer, was it? Leo closed his eyes and at a good time as healer announced her work done before giving his hand a look over. "It should heal fully within the week..." She said before her eyes narrowed at his other hand which she quickly took in her own, noting the scar.
"Where did this come from?"
Leo's jaw locked as he looked at the healer for a long moment until their eyes met, she smiled. "I'm sure it's nothing." And the healer turned her head, a somber look coming over her face as she left Leo along with D'vin.
Cocking his head to the side, Leo tried to make out what was going on but the sight of several creatures didn't make him very comfortable. What were they? Pets? They didn't look like the most harmless creatures, what were they doing here?
The sound of the sudden mug hitting the ground alerted Leo's eyes to Evelie, his body moving to help but stopped as he too heard those sounds, but faintly. He watched the group of Healers and other people for a moment before approaching the cot and seeing the spilled drink, and the mug.
“What a sad occurrence.”
Leo raised an eyebrow and then looked back at the people, they all seemed like they had lost a lot more than just some creature but then Evelie explained or tried. Once she was done, Leo understood but felt even more confused.
"Dragons, riders, queen rider, impress?" Leo blinked, were all these people riders, like dragon riders? He looked back at Evelie and moved around the cot to crouch beside her, his hand taking the mug and peering inside to see that there was still a little in it.
"Here, there's still some uh... klan? uh in it." Leo said slowly as he took Evelie's hand and held the mug against it for her to take.
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Post by sorelle on Aug 5, 2010 10:45:08 GMT -5
"Oh, R'enh will want to see this. It details threadfall patterns during the 4th pass!"
Sorelle smiled at the younger woman who was already finding her strength as weyrwoman. As they poured over the documents, Sorelle kept tabs on Sivarith. The gold was doing a good job calming her daughter as a Healer was tending to her wing. With 'N'lon' back and Sorelle finding her place in the new Weyr, things were starting to look up. She looked forward to the days ahead. There was a lot to do. Weyrs to dig out of solid rock, crops to plant, unrestrained plant growth around the Weyr to remove...
Then, Sorelle's short period of happiness ended. Dragons began keening and weyrfolk mourning the deaths of Tael and Ralianth. Sorelle dropped down to the floor, covering her ears with her hands, though it would not block out the sounds that poured through her mind.
"Make it stop," she muttered, over and over again as she rocked back and forth.
"Make it stop..."
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Aug 5, 2010 13:07:16 GMT -5
“Well that explains a few things.” He smiled. “I’m R’enh of Bronze Mnoranth. I was a Wingleader at Benden under N’lon. I must say you look a lot like him… it’s uncanny.”
He smiled up at the Weyrleader a bit amused, they’d used that fact more than once earlier in life, at least when J’lor had grown to match and then exceed his older brother in height. They had both favored their sire very strongly.
“She’s so much better right now than she’s been since we escaped.”
He saw calculation behind the man’s eyes but certainly didn’t expect what he heard next.
“I realize it’s incredibly unfair… J’lor … but we need her competent right now. There are so few of us. She was a burden and now magically shes back! I would appreciate it if you continue to… keep her stable. Whatever it takes.”
His eyes popped open but he couldn’t respond before the man was gone with a promise of finding him some of that amazing smelling bread.
He looked up at the healer who simply shrugged and handed him a small pot of fellis juice if he needed it later before he walked away.
His eyes found her across the room bent over a table of records with another golden haired woman. His mind boggled at what R’enh had said to him. Even though he could understand why the man would want her ‘handled’ he couldn’t possibly understand the repercussions.
Sorelle was an immensely strong and competent woman who had run a Weyr for almost 20 years with the added blessing of a strong Weyrleader who loved her to distraction. Her love story had ended but was there any wonder at her refusal to believe it?
He had kept himself at High Reaches for those years in an effort to be certain to neither hint nor by any inadvertent action reveal his feelings for her. He’d never polluted his relationship with either of them by letting them know his own weakness. He couldn’t do what R’enh asked. He loved her and always had. He couldn’t hurt her like that not if he had any choice at all.
Then the scream of a bereft dragon rent the air and startled him. Ralianth’s is gone, she has flown /between/. He heard tremendous loss and an abyss of pain in the brown’s mind voice. Then the keen arose in the weyr from a hundred dragons. R’enh was back to envelope his mate and J’lor searched again for sight of Sorelle but she’d disappeared.
Luckily the numbweed had done it’s work and he could function again. He looked under the table to see her crouched. Swinging his feet off the cot he pushed himself up still a bit unsteady on his feet but went directly for the table and once there braced himself against it while he moved around it to find her mumbling and rocking on the floor. He crouched and then sat down next to her.
“Sorelle” he said ”Make it stop…” he pulled her into his lap, against his chest and put his arm around her shoulders while he rocked and cradled the other side of her head with his hand. He tried to block the sound with his chest and hand.
“Shards Sorelle” he murmured into her hair. She couldn’t take much more of this no matter how much R’enh felt he needed her. “I’ll take care of you.” he promised himself as much as her. Probably not the way the Weyrleader wanted. He would protect and try to do what was best for the woman he loved. He kissed her hair.
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Post by Darvin on Aug 6, 2010 15:21:04 GMT -5
D'vin eventually drew himself to his feet, shaky, bracing himself against the side of the bed, as the Healers drew a cloth up over her. Tears standing in his eyes, thin rivulets carved through the ruddy dirt collected on his face, he slowly looked around. The healers politely averted their eyes, both from him, and from the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman, who appeared to be crying.
He impatiently brushed a hand across his face, his eyes already drying. He shook himself slightly, and walked to the Masterhealer, taking him by the wrist, and shaking slightly. He inclined his head, with a quiet 'Thank you.' The Masterhealer nodded, and returned to his work.
D'vin walked out of the Infirmary, his eyes tracing over the clawed imprints in the stone, the furrows in the sand, and the milling concern of the crowd, stunned by the dragon's sudden flight.
"My brother," a young girl said to him, "My brother tried to stop her! He left with her!" She pointed upward, into the sky. "The gold one flew off with him. When will she bring him back?" Tears stood in her eyes, and streamed down her cheeks when he didn't answer. From the looks of the few Weyrfolk mingled in with the crowd, the answer was all too clear.
She'd taken him Between when he'd tried to stop her flight.
D'vin knelt down, and gestured over one of the Weyrfolk he recognized from Ista, and looked up at him, "This man's gonna keep an eye on you until we can find your brother, alright? What's your name?"
"Atili," she choked out, her lip trembling.
"Atili," he smiled, fatherly, "This man is Jasko. He'll take care of you. Alright?"
Jasko stepped forward, and knelt down. The girl turned, and hugged him tightly, crying. He picked her up in his arms, and nodded to D'vin.
They shook, briefly, at the wrist, before Jasko turned for his rooms, and D'vin left for his Weyr.
There'd been too much loss this day. This day, and every day, he thought to himself.
Deep inside of him, a leaden cold seeped into his limbs. He bathed, briefly, out of sheer habit, and fell into restless sleep.
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Post by sorelle on Aug 6, 2010 19:40:11 GMT -5
“Shards Sorelle”
She looked up at him as he pulled her into his lap, then she curled up against him, clutching at his shirt. She remembered how 'he' had held her in much the same way when her best friend had died years ago. Frowning, she squirmed a little, not quite fitting against him as she had before. Maybe he had lost weight?
“I’ll take care of you.”
Taking in a deep, sobbing sigh, she relaxed against him and they sat like that for a while. It was only when Sivarith returned with Alorath that Sorelle slipped from his lap.
"We have work to do, love," she said, drying her eyes on the back of her wrist. "Sivarith needs to be oiled."
Sivarith grunted in agreement.
She grinned up at J'lor. "And so do I." A mischevious grin formed on her face and she didn't catch his expression as she ran out of the infirmary. He followed soon after.
End Sorelle and J'lor with permission
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