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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Nov 7, 2010 15:27:29 GMT -5
-= Same time as Clutching Event =-
K'rill perched, quietly, in a small chair, next to a cot. On the cot lay his bluerider, severely wounded in the Threadfall. His dragon had desperately gone between, emerging in the midst of a cluster of Thread.
He slowly inspected the wounded rider, like he had a hundred times already. Like every time before, he glanced down at his arm, his single threadscore. He thought back to Roux, and Radanth, as he and His swept between them and a cluster of Thread. The searing agony, the flash of pain. He could barely fathom what that would feel like over his whole body. It was a miracle the man was alive at all.
And yet.
Yet it was K'rill who had trained this man. Who had taught him how to fly, and fight. All the skillful, ornate maneuvers they had learned had been too stiff. Too solid. Too mechanical. They didn't flow like they needed to, to combat a Threadfall. He'd done everything he could. He'd thought he'd done well. But, instead, here lay one of his men. Severely wounded.
He frowned, deeply, as he contemplated the Bluerider. S'vet had been one of his closest 'friends' amongst the wing, if he were ever to call them that. Loyal, but friendly, warm, talkative, S'vet was the glue that had held them together.
At least he still lived.
K'rill shook his head, viewing the unnecessary waste of manpower. All the wounded, bandaged and scored. And those who did not survive.
But he was paralyzed. Paralyzed into inaction. He had erred, badly. Perhaps he hoped that, by sitting vigil beside S'vet, he could help the Bluerider recover. To somehow repent for his failure, as a leader. And yet...
Once again, his eyes travelled the bluerider's wounds. Once again, they came to his own wounds. Once again, the realization that -
His thoughts paused, at the sound of hurried footsteps coming. He slid his sleeve down, over the bandages on his arm.
He looked up to the doorway, expectantly.
Tag: Any, Echo
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Post by E'dwyn and Yzarth on Nov 8, 2010 20:55:55 GMT -5
E'dwyn lay on his back in his bed. He was still gounded after the score he had gotten during fall and it was starting to get on his nerves. He didn't like being bored. "You alright, mine?" Yzarth asked, picking his head up from his massive forelegs. "Yea, just bored," E'dwyn told his brown. "I don't like being grounded." "Me either," was the reply, accompanied by a dragon's snort.
"What're you talking about, buddy?" E'dwyn asked, sitting up to look at the towering brown. "Last I checked, you weren't injured in the Fall. You can fly just fine." "Yes, but I don't like flying without you," Yzarth replied. "Yzarth, you still need to eat and all," E'dwyn said, rising from the bed and walking over to rub the brown's neck. Yzarth purred at the action. "That's the only reason I leave you right now," Yzarth purred. He gently nosed at his rider's injured arm's hand.
"I'll be well enough to fly soon enough," E'dwyn replied, trying and failing to hide the strike of pain that caused him. Seemed the numbweed was waning again. "Go on go eat," he said. "I must see the healers for a moment." Yzarth gently headbutted him and took off to go eat while his headed down to the healer hall. Maybe the walk would make him less bored.
Walking down the hall, E'dwyn just happened to glance into a room he passed. There was his wing's second and one of there fallen riders, a bluerider E'dwyn had met before. "Seems our wing took the worst hits," he commented to K'rill, his wingsecond and superior. "How is he doing?"
Tag: Any/K'rill
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Post by Alira on Nov 8, 2010 21:34:19 GMT -5
There was always something. Muttering under her breath as she was awakened by the commotion Master Garion and the others who had been summoned to the Hatching Sands were making, she lifted her thin frame out of bed. Why did everyone seem to think that it was alright to to be so loud Walking over to her dresser, she picked up her runner-hair brush, quickly brushed out her long ebony locks, and swept it up into her normal ponytail. Might as well get something accomplished if the entire Weyr was going to pester her. She then turned to her trunk to collect her clothing for the day, and changed from her night gown to her signature deep red dress with matching red overcoat to keep her warm during the cooler weather. Time to tend to the patients...the pathetic, wretched things. Taking no time to dally, she made her way down to the Infirmary to check the patients that were under her care. She may not care about them, but she definitely cared about her own track record. And for the sake of her dignity...they would survive. Entering into the room, she didn't even notice K'rill or the other rider speaking with him...not that she had ever met either man before. Instead, she started tending to a rider by the name of S'vet. That's what she had been told was his name anyway. He was by far the most critical case, as most of his body was covered in Threadscore. Methodically, Alira rolled up her red cuffs and began redressing the man's wounds. Tag Any/ K'rill |
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Nov 9, 2010 10:57:09 GMT -5
K'rill stood, sharply, but silently, and stepped back, pulling his chair away, to allow the healer to tend to his wounds. He'd seen her in and out, a few times, but never really spoken to her. "Thank you," he finally said, to her, giving her a steady look, watching her expression for any signs of progress with S'vet. "How is he?"
He placed a hand on the chairback, almost as if steadying himself.
Lately, he'd begun several such gestures. A slight support for his every movement. Almost as if he were afraid to act decisively - But it was a subtle thing. Only the discerning eye would see the unsteady way he found assurance in even the totem touch of a wall, or chair. But anyone could see that some of the light in his eyes had dulled.
He glanced aside, to E'dwyn, and gave a very slight shrug.
Already lean, he'd had little weight to lose - But he'd lost it. His clothes, now slightly loose-fitting, hung around his frame loosely, exaggerating unconsciously the thinness of his body. His riding jacket hung open around him, close, and tight to his body, the loose shirt beneath concealing the strength of his body.
In short, despite a lack of visible wounding, he looked like Hell.
"How are you holding up?" He asked, glancing pointedly down at the man's arm.
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Post by Roux and Radanth on Nov 10, 2010 3:31:32 GMT -5
It had been days since Roux had seen or spoke to K’rill. Not that they were weyrmates or anything. But they had been spending time together on a fairly regular basis. She had not yet been able to discuss with him what had happened in the skies above the Weyr during the first thread fall in over four and a half centuries. The knowledge of what he had done weighed heavily on her subconscious. From what she knew of his character, he had stepped well beyond himself. In a split second he made a decision; a decision that had injured him and one that spared both her and Radanth from injury and quite possibly their deaths.
Roux had casually looked for him as the days passed. She did not want to seem needy or obsessive, but she was concerned… and moved… and… well, the rest she was really not quite certain about. The time away was pressing on her though. Like the biting cold in the blackness of between.
‘Rouxmine, I have spoken with Morisath,’ Radanth said gently.‘His can be found in the Infirmary.’
‘Radanth, I told you not to fret. Now you have gone and meddled,’ Roux said a bit exasperated, though another part of her was secretly happy that her lifemate had taken action where she had feared to. ‘Please tell me you did not convey to Morisath my state of mind.’
‘I only said that you were concerned for him. That is all.’
Roux took a deep breath. ‘That should be fine,’ she thought. ‘Nothing there for him to read into other than genuine concern for his well being after he sacrificed himself to spare us.’
Inside she could feel her stomach churning. But she was not about to back down now. Roux fiddled with her clothing, she had taken a bath while Radanth was out sunning herself and had been lounging around her weyr in a pale blue kirtle that complimented her eyes.
As Radanth landed on her ledge, Roux made her way to her and lifted herself upon her back. The pair glided down from their weyr to the Infirmary. Roux slid from her lifemate’s neck straightened her dress and then made her way inside, while Radanth found Morisath and flew to his side, settling down beside him.
As Roux walked in, her eyes immediately found him. He looked haggard, strained and dejected. She looked at those he was with – other members of his wing, ones who had suffered injury during the fall. Her heart went out to him, but her feet remained firmly planted. K’rill was a proud man. He would not want a lover to run up and fling her arms around him, making a scene in such a public place. Both he and his men had suffered in the fight. Knowing him, he was blaming himself. Roux understood all too well how pride and assuredness combined to create a heavy weight on a leader.
So, she waited and watched. She would know from the look in his eyes if he wanted to see her or speak with her. Once he returned her gaze, she would have her answer and would know how to act.
Tag K’rill/any
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Post by E'dwyn and Yzarth on Nov 10, 2010 20:54:17 GMT -5
"How are you holding up?"
E'dwyn had to hide a small wince from his arm hurting as he faced his wing's second. "Better than most in my condition, I guess," he said. He could hear yzarth in the back of his mind saying to not put up such a brave front but he ignored it. "Still can't use my arm too much without it hurting like sharding hell though." He left out the fact that he was still grounded from flight as well, seeing as the wingsecond was likely in the same predicament.
"If you'll forgive my stating the obvious but you look like hell," he said, hoping K'rill didn't take any offence to that. Just then, Roux came in. Onc look at her face and he could tell she wanted to just run up and hug K'rill to pieces, tell him it would be alright. E'dwyn was like that but K'rill wasn't E'dwyn. They were two different men with seperate personalities. So Roux just waited. not much could be done or said right now anyway.
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Nov 11, 2010 0:30:31 GMT -5
He chuckled, in response to E'dwyn, and nodded, slightly, "When did you last have it re-inspected by the Healers, eh? We need as much of our wing fighting-fit as possible. I know I can get out there. What about you?" He gave a ready smirk, which dropped off his face, when he saw Roux.
He very carefully gathered himself, and stood. Standing seemed to drain him, at first, but his features took on a slight blush of color, and his eyes seemed less dull. "Roux," he smiled, warmly, steadying himself with a hand on the chair. He looked her over, briefly, and his smile softened, "It's good to see you well." He stepped, calmly, around the chair. His movements seemed to have an exaggerated slowness; At first, it almost seemed an affectation of grace, but, combined with his other little physical changes, it seemed almost... Hesitant. He opened his arms to her, and his smile finally touched his eyes, as they seemed to abruptly thaw.
"I've missed you, you know," he said, stepping toward her, finally releasing the reassurance of the chair, though his eyes flickered briefly down toward it, "And I wondered how you fared after the Threadfall. You are unhurt?" He tilted his head, thoughtfully, and embraced her.
Tag: Roux, Any
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Post by Alira on Nov 12, 2010 11:45:49 GMT -5
Alira only noticed the men when one of them spoke to her, and for many long minutes she did not appear to notice or care that the man, a wingsecond, had addressed her. He served no purpose in her life, and was not needing any sort of care from her. There was even a slight chance that if he had asked for check-up or redress of his own wounds that she would have just handed him over to one of the apprentices. Didn't he see that she was busy?
The man went without a reply for so long, that he even had time for two conversations with two completely different individuals. One which was a rider that she would see to in due time; the other a Greenrider who was in the Infirmary to apparently add to the population.
**All of these visitors had better not get in my way...** she thought to herself irritably. She loathed most people...how much more of this pointless banter she could take while it surrounded her...she did not know.
Finally, after Alira had finished placing fresh bandages on the bed-ridden Bluerider, and was in the process of calling an apprentice over to dispose of the old dressings, she decided to respond to the wingsecond. Turning to the man, her eyes took him in...he seemingly had decision issues, walking and moving as if always hesitant. He should just get on with it, the way Alira saw it. He was just wasting everyone's time the more and more he acted like that.
"I will get your friend back to full health. How long that will take me...I have no idea. Every human heals at a different pace, and his Threadscore is so prevalent...that it's difficult to know. If he were awake and more responsive...I would be able to tell you more. Could any of you Riders have your dragons talk to his Blue, and see what he knows?" She stated, her voice-tone ranging from bored to impertinent. She then looked back down at the Bluerider. "However, he will hardly ever look the same...but there is nothing to be done about that."
Her gaze then shifted to the injured Brownrider, who had came in looking like a limp wherry. Blue eyes snapping with the look of authority, she addressed him this time. "You need to get in a cot a once. What have you been doing? And what kind of injury do you have? Theres no way for me to tell, with you covered in all the fabric that you are. So start talking, Rider." As Alira addressed him she motioned the man to a cot across the room from the rider she had just tended to. That way she could easily multi-task and switch from patient to patient if need-be.
Tag K'rill, E'dwyn/ Any
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Post by Roux and Radanth on Nov 13, 2010 15:57:40 GMT -5
When his eyes met hers, she felt her breath catch in the back of her throat. There was a moment of self doubt that struck her. But it quickly passed when she saw the flicker of light in his eyes. It was then she finally felt certain that she had made the right choice in coming to see him.
Roux watched his every movement as he stood and slowly made his way toward her. She would have reached out a hand to aide him, but she knew that would be a mistake. So she smiled and held his gaze, her eyes filled with concerned affection. As soon as he was close enough to her, she reached out a hand and placed it on his waist.
"I've missed you, you know,"
Roux felt her heart skip a beat. She had missed him too; though she had been too afraid to admit that to herself. “And I you,” she said softly.
"And I wondered how you fared after the Threadfall. You are unhurt?"
As he embraced her, she wrapped her arms around him, holding his to her, careful not to squeeze him too hard. “Thank to you, I am,” she whispered in his ear and then sneaked a soft kiss on the nape of his neck. Then the Journeywoman spoke up. Roux pulled back from K’rill, but kept a steadying hand on him, just in case; or more accurately, because she didn’t want to let go.
She listened to what the young woman had to say about K’rill’s wingman. It was so sad that so many riders and dragons were injured. Yet, that was the reality.
Roux moved closer to K’rill and looked into his eyes for a long moment. There was mush she wanted to say to him, but this was not a place for such a conversation. “Could I persuade you to take a break from sitting vigil to have a meal with me?”
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Nov 14, 2010 2:21:37 GMT -5
He turned, and, with an icy smile, spoke with perfect formality to the Healer, "Thank you. His Tirith has not yet stirred far from his rest, but I will inform you as soon as he is able to give you better information on the state of his rider. And you, E'dwyn; You heard her. Get some rest. Get checked over. I heard what happened with that arm, and I'd really rather not take chances." He took a step toward her, away from Roux, though he did turn his body, and gently maintain contact with his own hand. "I much appreciate your efforts, here. The Weyr benefits from your healing hands," he complimented, though his tone sounded more of a gentle chastising. "There is more to the wounds than the body," he lowered his voice, "And a kind touch heals faster than a cold one. They've got enough of cold from going /between/, and enough isolation from their fellow Weyrfolk. I care for the men of my wing, and the people of my Weyr." His eyes narrowed. "Thank you, Healer, for your efforts here."
Finally, he inclined his head, and broke eye contact, turning to Roux, "I think I just might enjoy that." He made for the door.
He paused briefly, however, to wait for any reply on part of the Healer woman.
Tag: Any, End K'rill, if Alira doesn't reply in a way that asks him to stay or reply!~
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Post by Roux and Radanth on Nov 14, 2010 18:02:13 GMT -5
Roux stood by K'rill, lending him her silent support as he spoke with the healer. The young woman was likely under a tremendous amount of stress with all the injuries.
Roux could not have been happier with his response to her question. She gave him a pleased look and headed for the door. There were a few preparations to make before they headed off. Roux had a plan in mind. Hopefully, she could pull it off.
End Roux
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Post by E'dwyn and Yzarth on Nov 14, 2010 20:56:54 GMT -5
E'dwyn narrowed his yes at the healer. He didn't like the tone she was using. "I've been checked over," he told her. "My sister has been seeing to my healing work." Sure, Cein wasn't a master healer or anything but she'd alwayshad a knack for healing whatever scrapes they got growing up and that was good enough for him.
He reguarded his wingsecond a moment. "I'll return to my weyr then, K'rill," he replied. "Boredom got the better of me is all." Boy was he in for it if Ceinwen found out he had been up and about. Watching the wingsecond leave with Roux, he started to head back to his weyr room.
Tag: End E'dwyn, unless Alira wants to keep him there lol. Any
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Post by Alira on Nov 18, 2010 15:12:03 GMT -5
These people just didn't seem to get it.
Eyes starring back at the Wingsecond blankly as he responded to her, Alira was not impressed. Listening to his words, a slight smirk tugged the left corner of her mouth upward. Let him think she was merciful. Not if he continued on like that.
Not being able to take another moment of it, K'rill finally ended his banter and Alira quickly responded.
"Brownrider, did it ever occur to you that I am not in this business to be all of my patients' mothers? Because you are sorely mistaken if not. Thank you for your kind words, it reflects well of my work. I am a Healer simply because I am good at it though. Nothing more, nothing less. Do not expect anything else. I have no reason to be cruel to my subjects...but do not anticipate me to leap up and give them and their loved ones hugs."
Then, upon hearing the other brownrider's response, Alira scoffed.
**The idiot** she thought to herself.
"Ah, yes, That must be why you're in so much pain. Well, do not bother coming back to my wing of the Infirmary if you're just going to pester me. I have much to do.", she stated flatly, completely uncaring as to what happened to the man.
As the rest of the group left, Alira turned to the Bluerider one last time to take his vitals, and then went back to her quarters, ready to drift back to sleep.
End Alira
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Walking over to her dresser, she picked up her runner-hair brush, quickly brushed out her long ebony locks, and swept it up into her normal ponytail. 
