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Post by Echo and Anayeth on Oct 31, 2010 3:06:09 GMT -5
Echo had no idea what was happening. Sivarith first began sniffing the Dragonhealer and then, suddenly, Echo felt the ground leave her feet. No, wait, it was the other way around. She left the ground. The wind was knocked out of her, and when she blinked she didn't realize where she was. She was swimming in darkness. Faintly, she could her a man asking her if she were okay. Echo shook her head to clear it, sitting up quickly (then realizing that this was not the right thing to do), and holding her head in her hands. Her hands stung, and Echo peeled them away from her face to see that, even with the protective oil, the sand had cut into her hands and produced tiny, angry red lines.
Suddenly, there was a thud, and Echo glanced back over at Sivarith as a cloud of sand scattered around her giant golden body. That's right, Echo was here to help the Gold. With a gasp of fright, she cried, "Oh, what have I done?" She didn't actually realize that she'd said it out loud, but her mind wasn't letting anything stay cooped up inside it right now.
With a determined sigh and another shake of her head, Echo pushed herself up. "I'm fine, Bronzerider." Echo's voice was definitely stronger now, as if her senses were pushed back into her body. "Sivarith needs a Healer, and that's what I am."
With a practiced stride and quick hands, Echo re-oiled her skin, ignoring her own pain in favor of making sure Sivarith was okay. She knew now that Sivarith was out cold. Though the dragoness had relaxed, though, when Echo placed a hand on the gold's stomach, she could feel minute convulsions. The eggs would not wait. So Echo would not dawdle.
"I needed that comfrey ten minutes ago, J'lor." Echo declared, not daring to look at the much older man she'd just ordered. She trudged through the sand (which felt indeed to be capturing her feet in its embraces and slowing her down, but she realized that she must have hit her head harder than she thought on the otherwise soft-looking sand). Then she quickly inspected the old Queen's... privates, should we say.
Ichor oozed from the Queen, and Echo deftly found its source--the ichor was, indeed, coming from inside the dragon. Echo could give nothing for this--but comfrey would have been nice~--and so she applied redwort directly to the infected area before wiping her hands off on her shirt (which was no longer fresh but now stained green and red), and reapplying the oil before dipping her hands in numbweed. Her hands burned with the combined effects of oil, redwort, and numbweed that had sunk into her wounds, and she winced when she applied the numbweed with her numbing but nonetheless painful fingers.
The numbweed she applied farther from where she'd applied the redwort, as to make sure the two did not mix and null each other out. She made sure not to apply too much, or the Queen's muscles would relax so much as to push out everything inside her, food (even if it was excreted in the tail region), egg, and anything related, all at once, which would hurt the Queen more than just an inside tear. There was nothing to do for that. Echo would have to wait and see if it would heal on its own. But Sivarith should never have Flown again.
Time passed.
Finished, when she stepped back from the old Queen's butt, Echo felt a wave of nausea hit her and she lowered herself to the ground. Her head went firmly between her legs and she rocked back and forth while plunging her hands deep into the sand to wipe off any numbweed that might have been left on them and to hold her up. For a few horrifying moments, Echo thought she would throw up; the girl hadn't thrown up in Turns. However, in the end, all Echo could do was choke out a sob, pent up after having been headbutted (rather harshly) by a Queen, pent up after having to ignore her own pain (this reminded her of G'len's death, of Taella's (spelling?) death) to help others, pent up after realizing that the Weyr did rest on the shoulders of the Queens, and the Weyr would do everything in its power to keep them alive.
Even if such Queens headbutted Dragonhealers in the chest.
"I'm fine." Echo told no one, though it was probably meant for B'lor, J'lor, and, to a lesser extent, Sorelle. Echo was fine, but she wondered if Sivarith was.
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Post by Garion on Oct 31, 2010 9:03:59 GMT -5
The young weyrlings came running breathlessly into the infirmary. “Tonuth says that Sivarith is having troubles on the hatching grounds and the dragon healer there needs comfrey poltice with more redwart,” said one and the other at the same time was yelling for a Master healer and another healer named Wrennie.
Garion went striding toward the two panicked riders and raising his hands. “Wait a minute,” he said “One at a time! Ok, you.” he said pointing at one of them. As the first one repeated the instructions from Tonuth, Garion shook his head and frowned.
“A Dragon told you all this?” he asked
“NO, the Werylingmaster said we had to come get what the dragon healer needed.” She responded.
“Right!” confirmed the other.
In the meantime the Master Healer had called Wrennie to him. He quickly issued instructions “tell them we’ll be right there.” He said.
Now he could hear the noises from the mouths of hundreds of dragons, a distressed warbling. And as they ran across the bowl toward the hatching grounds he could see the distressed dragon eyes whirling from the weyrs above.
He yelled at the two dragons guarding the grounds in the hopes of getting past. As they finally got into the grounds, Garion paused.
He saw the tableau of the young healer administering to an unconscious gold while who he knew to be the Bronze rider and the Weyrlingmaster seemed to be attending to the women.
He looked at Wrennie and nodded toward the dragon while Garion ran to where Echo sat.
"I'm fine."
“I very much doubt that.” He said taking in bruises and the mess all over her clothing. Ichor puddled behind the great bulk of Sivarith and the other healer went to examine her applying the needed poltice.
“Lay down.” He said and proceeded to quickly examine the girl while the other healer did the same for the dragon. “Can one of you send for Oer?” he called toward the dragon men. The girl needed her fathers expertise and he needed to see to Sivarith.
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Oct 31, 2010 16:20:37 GMT -5
J’lor had Tonuth relay the healers needs and he focused on Sorelle. It seemed that both B’lor and Imahyth had shaken off their paralysis and the bronze rider moved to help the girl.
He was shaken when Sivarith collapsed and Sorelle screamed.
She lives but is not well Jlormine.
“Tonuth says she lives Sorelle” he tried to get through to the Weyrwoman and sat heavily while he turned her and pulled her into his chest. “The healer is working on her. Sorelle?” he realized she hadn’t moved. Imahyth seemed just as concerned as his own brown as he nudged her.
He tilted her face up. “They’re taking care of her Sorelle.”
He just shook his head when the young woman sniped at him. She was probably so stressed she didn’t realize he wouldn’t need to physically leave the sands to summon the help she needed.
Then there were suddenly more healers and he let a breath go as he rocked Sorelle in his lap. “She’s going to be ok, she’s going to be ok.” He just kept repeating it over and over like a mantra as much for the rider as the dragon.
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Post by Echo and Anayeth on Nov 1, 2010 16:55:30 GMT -5
Echo looked up at Garion, and her stomach protested, but she ignored the calling to throw up. Instead, she glanced up at Garion and reiterated the phrase, “I’m fine,” by saying it again. Besides, it wasn’t the fact that she wasn’t fine. She had, in the small expanse of time it took for Garion to tell her that she was not fine, that Echo had realized that the overall feeling of needing to puke came from someone else other than her.
“If you insist,” Echo said, though, not wanting to disobey Garion. She slowly turned until she was lying on her back, but she itched. Her stomach’s feeling didn’t really go away. Echo cursed the child in her stomach, and, not for the first time, wondered if she would get rid of the baby. If Sivarith grew healthy enough to birth enough healthy eggs, and if one of them was a Gold (or perhaps Silver), Echo would have no choice but to abort her unborn child.
Suddenly, Echo sat up, jolting her own stomach in surprise it felt like, and then she was on her feet. After swaying around for a second or two, she looked at J’lor and Sorelle and then Sivarith. “MasterHealer. Even if Sivarith is unconscious, her eggs will still be pushed by her contractive muscles. I’ve numbed everything, which means she’ll be unable to keep a hold on them. Mater Garion, if she doesn’t wake up, which I think is for the best right now, we’ll have to deliver the eggs for her.”
With a practiced movement, Echo walked up to the unconscious Gold and pressed her hand delicately on the Gold’s stomach. Now Echo would have never tried to do this to a dragon, much less a Queen, especially without a Queen’s permission, but without Sivarith being awake, the eggs posed a problem to both themselves and Sivarith herself. They were not going to come out on their own, and left inside her, the tear inside her would tear open more.
“We’ll need to do as midwifes do when children are particularly large for their mother’s birthing canals, Garion, especially if she doesn’t wake up.” Echo declared, staring directly at the MasterHealer. “There wouldn’t need to be that much force, and only a little at a time, especially if most of the eggs were…” she sent a glance to the unfertilized eggs cast aside by the Gold, “not finished growing. Our only real concern would be if Sivarith carries a Gold or Silver egg, because the egg is large and might tear anything open more than it is.”
Of course, everything would be made a whole lot easier if Sivarith woke up. And if Echo’s stomach stopped hurting.
Note: Sorry for posting before Sorelle. =P
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Post by sorelle on Nov 2, 2010 21:18:05 GMT -5
Everything was happening way too fast for Sorelle's already delicate mind to process properly. All she could see and hear was Sivarith. There was silence from the dragon's thoughts and it formed an empty spot in Sorelle's brain. Now she understood why dragonriders committed suicide after the loss of their lifemates. Already, the emptiness was confusing and terrifying.
“Tonuth says she lives Sorelle”
She nodded minutely, though it was anyone's guess whether the words really had gotten through to the woman. As J'lor turned her and looked into her eyes, the eyes were unresponsive. She was like a doll in his arms and he rocked her back and forth, trying to give her comfort.
“She’s going to be ok, she’s going to be ok.”
Very quietly at first, almost a whisper, Sorelle began repeating what he said. It gave her something to which to cling and she just let herself melt into his comforting arms.
As Echo began her ministrations on Sivarith, the big gold moaned and flicked her giant tail dangerously close to the healer.
"I hurt."
Sorelle's eyes went wide and she pushed away from J'lor, stumbling once over his legs, and pulled herself through the sand to Sivarith. "Come back to me," she said as she wrapped her arms around the big head. "Come on, love. Be strong... for your children."
"My eggs are coming."
"We know... and there are others here to help you... it would probably be a good thing if you don't send any more of them flying. Remember, we don't have wings."
Sivarith chuckled and weakly turned her head to Echo who was busy doing something to the Queen's backside. Sivarith started to hiss, but heard Sorelle's admonition in her head and stopped. "Be nice like you were to that woman at the Hold," Sorelle suggested. "You liked her."
"She smelled good. This one smells of medicine."
Seeing the gold settle down, Sorelle returned to J'lor and knelt down next to him. "Thank you..." her mouth opened, then closed. Why had she been fighting it, never calling him by his name. The word alone wouldn't mean anything one way or another. It would not destroy her memory of him. As she looked up into his caring eyes, all the emotions of the day swept away. She saw only him. Her hands went to his face and she made sure he was looking directly at her before she said it. Chills went up her arms and down her spine as the word crossed her lips.
"J'lor..."
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Nov 4, 2010 17:41:21 GMT -5
The healers continued to talk in quiet voices and he admired the young woman’s dedication in getting up from the sands so quickly to go back to the dragon’s side after being tossed like that.
He looked down and saw her lips moving in time with his mantra though he couldn’t hear her with all the commotion.
He’d never heard of a clutching like this before and he certainly sympathized with the bronze rider that so many were here with him when this could have been his special time. He kept his hold on Sorelle until she pushed away from him. Simultaneously a relieved Tonuth spoke to him.
She is awake but still hurting.
That explained why Sorelle dove for the queen’s head and began managing her again. If anything stressed her back into her fantasy world he was going to go crazy. He couldn’t keep up with the back and forth and never knowing if he was supposed to be J’lor or N’lon.
Then he screwed up his face and shook his head at his own selfishness. He would continue to be whatever she needed.
”…Remember, we don't have wings Be nice like you were to that woman at the Hold," Sorelle suggested. "You liked her."
She came back to him and knelt by where he sat on the sands. The heat was beginning to burn through the leather and he moved to his knees to face her.
"Thank you..." she paused and the strangest string of expressions crossed her face. He was puzzled but tried to project his support of whatever she needed. ”J’lor…”
His brows twitched together as her hands went to his face. His hands reached out to the sides of her shoulders feeling the chill bumps there. He searched her eyes daring to hope again “Sorelle?” he said.
Then realizing where they were and what was happening around them. He smoothed her hair. “Now is not the time.” He said gently for her ears alone. Then he stood and pulling her up with him resumed the stance Sivarith had found comforting before. He stood behind Sorelle and held her while she faced her lifemate.
“She needs you.” he whispered.
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Post by Garion on Nov 6, 2010 18:56:58 GMT -5
While Garion was wary of the queen he knew they needed to do whatever was necessary to help deliver her eggs.
He followed the young dragonhealer toward the unconscious Gold. He could see the outlines of more eggs against her abdomen though not as many as he’d seen on prior queens in his lifetime.
He’d not had to play midwife to a dragon before but he understood the principles quite well.
If the queen couldn’t help herself, they would.
Then she was suddenly awake and her head swiveled to look at them and he froze then bowed his head to her. He hoped more than anything that she knew they were only trying to help in her.
He looked directly at the Weyrwoman for any confirmation that they were to go ahead. But she’d turned to the brownrider.
Thankfully, he turned her back to her dragon putting his arms around her. Garion watched with one eye on the dragon and the other on her rider. They were in a precarious position he knew.
He noticed a little blood on Echo’s gown that concerned him but she was tending to the important thing right now. He moved slowly toward where he’d intended to position himself.
“Are you ok?” he asked wondering what had become of his request for Master Oer.
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Post by sorelle on Nov 6, 2010 23:53:52 GMT -5
“Sorelle?”Her dark eyes bored into his as his hand stroked her hair, but the moment was broken when he spoke and lifted her up to assume her position. He held her as she had asked him to do earlier, but now she just wanted to push him away. She had given in to reality and had it thrust back at her with a vengeance. "Now who is being selfish?" Sivarith whipped her tail, stirring sand into the air. "Shut up," Sorelle snapped, but her heart wasn't really in the retort. The gold dragon turned her attention back to the healers. There were too many in the room and she was getting more agitated by the minute. Sorelle felt the anger building in her lifemate and her eyes widened at its intensity. She ducked out of J'lor's embrace and ran across the hot sand, pushing Garion out of the way just as Sivarith's muscular tail slammed into the sand where he had stood. The two of them fell to the ground, Sorelle on top of him. Flinging her hair out of her face, she looked up to see massive wings unfurl above them. "J'lor," she shouted, "where's Echo?" The wings of the dragon caused a maelstrom of particles and it was almost impossible to see. Sivarith screamed and there was the unmistakable smell of ichor in the air. "Shards," Sorelle said as she rolled off the top of Garion. She tried to stand, but stumbled back into the sand as her lifemate's pain swept through her. Suddenly, the wings of Sivarith came down on Sorelle and Garion, pinning them underneath as the dragon collapsed. "It is done." The great dragon's head rested on the ground and her body shook as she tried to regain her breath. Behind her, a pile of eggs glistened. As the sand filtered through the air, settling back to earth, it dusted the light green eggs with a thin layer of tan. Here and there, darker patches of green could be seen. Sivarith had given up her clutch in one long series of contractions, all eggs piled one on top of the other. Beneath them all, a silver egg with black splotches was buried. Sivarith's tail moved over them gently, spreading them out so that they all could benefit from the warmth of the hatching sands. "I am hungry."Tag AnyTag Any
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Post by Echo and Anayeth on Nov 7, 2010 3:08:16 GMT -5
Echo couldn’t see Master Garion when he moved closer, but she could feel him. She had her eyes trained on the eggs in Sivarith’s stomach, and they poked through like monsters out of a Terran storybook. She could feel him and she could hear him, and his voice, leaking concern for her and reeking with questions, asked her if she were okay. Echo touched her stomach as it twinged and shook her head. “I’m fine, Master Garion. In any case, if I’m not fine now, I will be later. Sivarith only head-butted me in her aggravation.”
But Echo knew the Master wasn’t asking about that. He was probably wondering why Oer was not here, or why word of him had not come back to him right now. Oer was with the Lord Holder’s grieving family. And Oer was needed more there than here, no matter how poorly Echo felt. She turned to look at him with a small grin on her face when she simultaneously felt one thing and saw another. She saw Sorelle diving for the MasterHealer and Sivarith’s massive muscles bunching under her hide.
And she felt a warm liquid run down her legs, and she was pretty sure she wasn’t peeing.
Echo had no time to wonder what was happening with her body for, as soon as she saw Sorelle rushing toward the Master (and it would be the Master, since the Master outranked her and was more valuable to the Weyr), Echo turned and sprinted away. She wasn’t fast enough because Sivarith had given little warning, and the giant Gold’s wings hit her so hard across the face as Sivarith flared them that she was knocked, literally, to the ground. She thought she also flipped through the air once, as well, but she wasn’t really totally sure about that part. At least Sivarith’s tail hadn’t almost made her a flattened human like it had with Garion.
Blinking back darkness, Echo sat up gingerly and held her head. She should have been accustomed to this, she told herself. She’d had many times when dragons just went haywire, even with Queens around. Distantly, she heard a voice, so familiar, call ‘J’lor, where’s Echo?’ Huh, so someone was looking out for her safety. She shook her head gingerly and set her hand down. In an instant, she pulled her hand away, having felt a viscous liquid on her thighs which was, undoubtedly, mixed with sand. She couldn’t feel the sand, though. Her hand was stained red.
With a small cry of horror, Echo smoothed her dress and saw blood stains across the bottom of it as well as new stains near the top, where blood from the wound on her head had already dripped down. A very, very small part of her brain told her that she’d never be able to wear the dress again, but the forefront of her brain was screaming at her that she’d lost her baby. The feeling that overwhelmed her was one of intense relief but also unforgiving, unyielding sadness. She hadn’t thought she’d ever go through with losing a child, and she would not have followed through even if Sivarith had clutched a Silver or Gold.
She just couldn’t make that decision.
Now, though, Faranth had willed her to lose something that was dear to her, and she felt hot tears streak down her dirty, bloody face. ‘Shouldn’t clutching be a happy time?’ She reminded herself, but couldn’t stop the flow of tears. She had forgotten about Sivarith, and, though she hadn’t wanted to spoil the Queen’s success with clutching a Silver egg, Echo had withdrawn into herself. The girl drew her legs in toward her body and hugged them to her, wrapping her hands tightly around each other and burying her head in her dirty dress.
She wasn’t sobbing. Echo couldn’t bring herself to sob. Her head was pulsing too hard to sob, anyway. If she would have sobbed, she probably would have burst out crying from the massive headache she had, not to mention the fact that her stomach was killing her. And, far away, it seemed, Echo could hear her green firelizard's worried chirping. Aloenna had felt the intense pain and had appeared from between above Hers, but had quickly escaped to the tops of the Sands because of Sivarith. Echo could hear, mutedly, Aloenna keening in her high-pitched voice. But Echo didn't care because now Echo was not fine.
But Echo had to be fine, right?
A clutching was a happy time.
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Post by Garion on Nov 9, 2010 9:58:09 GMT -5
It all happened so fast that it would be hard for him to remember it all at a later date. First the tiny Weyrwoman launched herself at him and if he hadn’t been crouching a bit off balance her small form would probably not have done more than make the big man stagger. But she knocked him off balance and probably saved his life.
Instinctively he grabbed her as they fell and she ended on top of him. Before he could move she was up and he saw the immense wing of the gold queen coming down on them.
His mind reeled from the impact though a detached part of him was thankful it was only the sail that smacked him in the side of the head. Turning his face probably saved him a broken nose. If that had been a bone they would both have been dead.
Disoriented he didn’t feel the wing rise as he worked to regain the wind that had been knocked out of him. He rolled over on his stomach and saw the Weyrwoman not too far away. He crawled toward her to see if she was alright.
“Lady Sorelle?” he gasped.
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Nov 9, 2010 22:17:09 GMT -5
B'lor stumbled, blinded by the sand as Sivarith snapped her wings open and created a small storm. He pressed his hands against his ears as the Gold screamed. It's done, finally.[/color] Imahyth echoed Sivarith's words. As the dust settled, the bronze looked over the clutch, crooning softly. Even with all the pain that had been necessary to bring these eggs into the world, he was proud of them.
I will get you food[/color] Imahyth said when Sivarith said she was hungry. Lifting off carefully to avoid more damage to the humans around, he flew swiftly out of the cavern towards the feeding grounds to get a beast for Sivarith.
At least one of them was being useful. B'lor was still just trying to stay out of the way. He lifted his head as he heard small keening, discordant with the arrival of a clutch. Then Star picked up the keen from her sister, even though she didn't know what it was for. B'lor looked between Echo, Sorelle, and Garion, wondering what to do. He should help, but he wasn't sure how. This time, the Wingleader was the one who needed orders.
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Post by sorelle on Nov 10, 2010 11:14:14 GMT -5
When the wing came down, Sorelle balled her body up in the sand, making herself a smaller target. She knew there was no dealing with Sivarith while the dragon was actively producing eggs, so she remained motionless, sending her encouragement and love through their shared link, even as the gold's wing continued to pummel the air and sand all around her. Then, it was finished and the wing became a tent over her for a moment, before snapping back in place as Imahyth left to satisfy the great dragon's hunger.
“Lady Sorelle?”
Pushing herself up out of the sand and into a seated position, Sorelle turned her head toward the voice. "I'm fine," she said to the healer. "Just a few bruises, nothing more." She could see Sivarith straining her neck to watch for Imahyth. If hunger was the prime thing on her mind, she was fine, also. "The clutch is finished," she added with pride.
**"You were very strong and brave."**
"I am a Queen."
Sorelle laughed. **"Yes... you are."**
The ex-weyrwoman's eyes traveled over the body of her lifemate and to the eggs behind the dragon. Quickly counting, she saw ten... no, eleven, including a silver! As she was about to exclaim about the new silver egg, her mouth remained open, but words didn't come. "Garion," she muttered, pointing toward a figure in the sand. "Echo."
Standing, Sorelle stumbled through the uneven sand to arrive at Echo's side. As she dropped down next to the woman, she saw the blood. There was too much for a simple wound. "Garion, hurry," she called out. Echo's coloring was very pale. Whether from pain or lack of blood, Sorelle didn't know. Sivarith sensed Sorelle's alarm and she brought her head around to see what was happening.
"She smells wrong."
Sorelle pushed against Sivarith's nose, trying to shove her away. "This is not the time," she said through the link and out loud. Sivarith grunted and withdrew her head to continue watching for Imahyth. She called out to him, pressing him with her urgency for food.
"Echo," Sorelle said, putting her arm around the woman's shoulders, "don't move." She looked back at Garion.
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Nov 10, 2010 12:35:08 GMT -5
At first he lunged after Sorelle but backpedaled to avoid the wing swipe ending up on his ass. "J'lor," she shouted, "where's Echo?" In his mind he chuckled for a moment as she tackled the Master Healer. J'lor popped to his feet and tried to go after her again but couldn't see with all the sand that was kicked up. Sorelle was under there somewhere. He turned to find Echo sitting on the sand.
Just the look on the girls face told him something was wrong, then her cry of horror. He scrambled across the sand losing his balance again along the way.
Suddenly the thrashing stopped there were eggs!
Imahyth brings Sivarith food. **Great, Now I just need to get these people off the hot sands to they can admire the eggs.** They are beautiful eggs. he said to both his and the great queen. He guarded the entrance while Imahyth went to supply his mate with her desired meal. I will move from your place when you return he said to the bronze.
When he reached Echo, he knew "I'm so sorry Echo" was all he could say.
Sorelle was immediately there with her arm around the girl. The healer was on his way too and he locked eyes with the man. He couldn't tend to her properly on the burning sand of the hatching ground and what had happened while tragic wasn't life threatening. J'lor nodded he was much stronger than the thin healer. His riders muscles were trained by lifting sacks of firestone and constant drills.
"Echo, don't move."
"She has to Sorelle," he said "The sands are too hot." He scooped the girl up off the sands carless of the effects of blood on his own clothing. He carried her to a nearby bench in the stands where the Healer could examine the young woman.
He pulled off his own jacket and folded it to make a rough pillow for her head.
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Post by Garion on Nov 10, 2010 14:10:19 GMT -5
He coughed and spat sand thankful the weyrwoman was safe at least. He climbed to his feet after the wing was folded back again.
"Just a few bruises, nothing more. The clutch is finished,"
He snorted. **I guess that's the most important thing.**
Then he saw Echo and the other rider J'lor. When he took in her condition he knew what had happened. He hadn't known she was pregnant but nothing else would cause the kind of injury he saw.
He nodded to the brown riders inquiring look and followed them to the bench in the stands. He urged the young dragonhealer to lay back on the improvised pillow the rider had provided. He looked at Sorelle "I hope she'll allow some more help in here for this girl." he said. He knew queens could be unhappy with intruders when their clutch was fresh and he didn't want anyone else to suffer from the queen's need to protect her clutch. "I don't really want to move her any more than we have until I've had the chance to examine her and I don't have all the things I need."
He looked back at Echo who showed signs of rebellion. "You stay where you are miss." he said in his most severe healer tone to a patient. For she now was his patient, not a healer.
"Then I will examine you as well," he said firmly to the weyrwoman. "Now go admire her eggs so we can get this over with."
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Post by sorelle on Nov 10, 2010 15:42:09 GMT -5
"They are beautiful eggs."
Sivarith crooned her thanks to Tonuth, then bugled in triumph. Turning gingerly, as she was still very sore from the internal damage, she examined the eggs one by one. It was her smallest clutch, but she was as proud of it as she had been for her largest. Sorelle could feel the pride and it made her own heart swell with love for her lifemate.
"She has to Sorelle. The sands are too hot."
Removing her arm from around Echo, Sorelle leaned back as J'lor whisked the woman up off of the hot sand. Quickly standing, she followed behind until they were at the bench. "As soon as Sivarith has food, she'll calm down," Sorelle said to Garion, addressing his concerns. Once Echo was placed on the bench, Sorelle could finally see the extent of the blood and she then understood the cause. "Shards, Echo... I'm so sorry." She felt resonsible. If only she had been able to placate Sivarith better, this never would have happened. Barren her entire life, Sorrelle had never known the pleasure of pregnancy. To lose a child... She shook her head in sadness. Obviously Echo had wanted the child, otherwise she would have gone between sooner. The Healer was saying something to Echo, and Sorelle snapped back from her thoughts. His attention turned to Sorelle.
"Then I will examine you as well. Now go admire her eggs so we can get this over with."
Her eyes hardened as she looked up at him. "Mind your place, Master Healer," she snapped. "You forget to whom you are speaking." She turned rapidly, her hair whipping around her, then walked with her head held high as she did exactly what he had suggested she do.
**Beautiful Sivarith, may I see your eggs?**
Sivarith turned her head, eyes swirling, and chuckled. "Of course, Mine. Tonuth's and Imahyth's are welcome, too." Sorelle blinked at the now magnanimous dragon. After all these years together, she still didn't understand the moods of the Gold. Treading carefully around Sivarith's bulk, Sorelle was finally able to see all of the eggs. Eventually the turning of the eggs would remove the grime of the difficult delivery and make them even more beautiful, but they were still gorgeous in Sorelle's eyes. They were the future of the Weyr. Inside of them were the protectors from Thread, the lifemates of the young men and women who were probably still lying in their beds dreaming of such a day, and, most importantly and hopefully, the eggs contained the future seeds of dragonkind. Sorelle wrapped her arms around herself and smiled.
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