Rii
Wingleader 
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RP demon hungers...
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Post by Rii on Jul 5, 2011 0:40:28 GMT -5
Preface:
This plot is semi-open; that is to say, open by invitation. I'm not trying to exclude anyone - more nudging people as I see those who might want to contribute or cameo, or need to be there for Weyr reasons. (That being said, if you want in - PM or AIM me! I don't bite.) I'm not keeping a strict posting order because this will likely move fairly fast at times.
With that said... on with the show...
I wish that I could fly
Into the sky
So very high
Just like a dragonfly
I'd fly above the trees
Over the seas in all degrees
To anywhere I please “I was right! The wind is perfect today.” The words split the quiet of the air as G’dan adjusted the kitelike device he had made to measure how the wind was blowing. He grinned and looked back at Prith, whose serene eyes whirled faster with shared anticipation. The pair were standing atop a rather rocky and steep hill that lifted them out of the tangle of trees and vegetation below, a breeze blowing against their backs. Tailwind will help this even more, and it’s not too strong! the tinkerer thought with a sort of exultation. In one hand he gripped the current culmination of a season’s work; a large-winged contraption with a small hollow body, suitable to insert small weights. He had studied dragons, firelizards, birds in flight; he had made countless kites, run hours of tests and experiments with Daymar, generated piles of data that would have taken an eternity to work through without the intelligent candidate’s assistance... and this was the latest result. A model of a machine that - with some external propulsion - should have the stability and lift to glide long distances while carrying a small load. Not flight yet, but drawing close. Still, when this testing time had came, Gess chose to go out with only Prith as his company. His newest inventions had always been a cause of great sensitivity for the shy young man. Despite being... well, almost certain that the few friends he made wouldn’t laugh if it failed miserably, he didn’t want to ask it of them - just in case he was wasting their time. And he was out with permission: he had completed all of his chores, and just a short excursion was all that was needed. Good enough. If it worked, he could share it with others; if it didn’t, well... no one would be the wiser. Methodically, the journeyman smith-turned-weyrling prepared his model for the test. Each part was checked over for weak points; just as it had been in the weyrling barracks, it was fully intact. Prith hummed with her rider’s excitement. Let us try it.[/i] “We will, Prith,” G’dan acknowledged out loud. “Ready?” We are ready.The greenweyrling steadied himself with some difficulty - a poor throw would spoil the test - and launched his small-scale glider. His deep brown eyes shone with glory when instead of nosediving and crashing down, the wings caught the air, lifting the odd wood-and-canvas body up to slide through the air in a slow descent. For a moment, a puff of breeze even lifted it higher, and a whoop of pure joy left Gess’s lips. “We did it... WE DID IT!” True, it was descending a little faster than he’d hoped, especially with tailwind, but it was GLIDING! And then things went wrong. As G’dan leaned forward to watch his invention pass through the air, the rocks beneath him shifted in response to the subtle change in weight. A small wedge that was holding them up cracked and slipped, skittering down the steep incline - and then the one under his left food gave way, clattering after its support. Taking the weyrling with it. His whoop of joy turned to a cry of startlement and pain as he dropped his full bodylength and hit rock, then tumbled down, his body flipping and rolling with momentum, finally slamming to a halt against a boulder three quarters of the way down. Prith bugled her alarm, her wings flaring to control her descent as she scrabbled down the hill. G’dan! Mine! G’DAN! The green dragonet skidded to a halt next to her rider, nudging his face gently with her muzzle. He groaned softly, eyes opening to look blearily at Prith, trying to reassure her. “M’alrigh’... jus’... need a minute...” his words trailed off as he blacked out, a wound on the side of his head staining the rock beneath red. Prith was a sensible sort of dragonchild. She knew many things about the world; she knew her rider was alive. She knew he needed help. Still, her distress laced her tone as she voiced her frantic appeal for help. Agnith! Tigreath, Hydeth, Kerath, Sintharith! In her haste, she didn’t think of who was best, or who was proper to call for assistance - grabbing at the first handful of names that came to mind. My G’dan fell, he’s hurt - please, SOMEONE COME HELP HIM!I'm learning to fly, around the clouds,
But what goes up must come down
I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings
Coming down is the hardest thing.
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Sakoru
Drudge
THE FEARSOME FIERY BEAST
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Post by Sakoru on Jul 5, 2011 1:54:58 GMT -5
"You can learn this." Xiro'el held his firelizard up in front of his face, eyeing the tiny creature speculatively. Avsiran chirped back at him and tilted his head before glancing to his brother, Sigard. The darker of the two blues chirped a second time, and then returned his gaze to his human, tilting his head. It wasn't like they were stupid; the twin flitters were rather bright for members of their colour and race. They were, however, inclined to misbehave. Xiro did not fail to see the humour in that, given that they had been intended as a gift to him as one firelizard, and he knew perfectly well that he was the source of many of Sebolaren's problems.
Currently, he was attempting to train the pair to perform the most basic of firelizard tricks: message-carrying. He had other plans for his and Sebol's flits, of course, but they were young yet, and he was going to start simple. The two understood the concept he was trying to teach them -- they just didn't want to act on it. Whether it was a brotherly conspiracy or just general obstinacy, Xiro'el had no idea, but it was somewhat trying.
Time to try again. Impressing his will upon the blues, the weyrling implied as strongly as he could that they were supposed to be finding Atenna, just to say hello to her. Neither obeyed; Avsiran blinked between but returned immediately, sending a triumphant image of the room his human lived in. Sigard remained perched on the trader's wrist, warbling innocently.
Prith is calling. The announcement was sudden and unbidden, and Xiro looked up abruptly, glancing to his dragon. What about?
She says that G'danHers is hurt. She-- The cyan was cut off as Hers sprang to his feet, staring hard at the two flits. As hard as he could, he projected to them the image of Sebol. "Go to Sebol," he ordered, and then had Tigreath reinforce the order, supplementing it with a vivid image of an injured G'dan so they would know what message they were supposed to be delivering. Predictably, both actually obeyed this time, popping between and reappearing in the stables to find Sebolaren and swoop over to him, chattering excitedly. Images flashed from their minds into his: the picture of G'dan, and then images of Xiro'el, looking as concerned as he had when he sent them to find the herder.
For his part, the weyrling himself had commanded Tigreath to get the coordinates from Prith, and now the both of them were tearing off across the island in search of their friend. Lakeeti, faithful hound that she was, bounded at her master's side, along with the cyan dragonet. As one, the trio headed for the spot -- Xiro knew where it was, having explored the entire island a long time ago, and he made unerringly for the location. When he arrived, the first thing he noticed was the yellow-green dragonet. Well, G'dan wasn't dead then, at least. That was at least somewhat reassuring.
Prith! Me and Mine are here now! We'll help! the cyan exclaimed, and bounded down the hill after Hers, coming to a halt next to her clutchsister. Xiro'el crouched next to G'dan, felt for a pulse and found one. The green weyrling was unconscious, but definitely alive. And also definitely injured; he was bleeding all over the rocks and in all likelihood had other injuries too. "Prith," the cyanrider addressed, looking up at the worried green, "can you tell from your connection how badly he's hurt? I don't want to try and move him if it'll make it worse." |
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Ruin
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Post by Ruin on Jul 5, 2011 4:12:45 GMT -5
He dropped Requias’ hoof from his hands, allowing her to return it to the stone floor of the stall. That was all four, checked and re-checked with his trademark thoroughness. She turned her head to regard him solemnly as if caught between finding his attention ridiculous—or valuable. For his part; he gave the mare a bright grin and then a soft command, and when he exited the stall she followed behind him as if a canine. He hummed a quiet little Herder melody under his breath as he considered where they would ride today; the beach perhaps? He could even go try to find the incorrigible Trader: Who was probably up to no good considering Sigard was off somewhere—otherwise involved—otherwise known as getting himself into trouble most likely.
Or so Sebolaren thought; what he thought and what actually was became two very different things the moment the twin firelizards appeared above his head: Both spouting waves of imagery instantly into his mind the second their eyes alighted upon his familiar form. For one small second he assumed they had come to play a joke—of course taught to them by Xiro’el much as he did his best to teach them both that the Trader should NOT under any circumstances be listened to—but his assumption was washed away by those images. G’dan stuck out like a vivid barb against his eyes. His Gess. His brilliant, tinkering, sharding twice dusted dimglow excuse for a watch-wher Greenrider. He didn’t even have the facts—he didn’t even need them; it was as if the entire past moon flashed before his memory.
He didn’t even hesitate, he was astride the gray mare before he even realized it was what he wanted, and they were moving out across the Bowl swiftly. Requias wore no tack on her body; she’d been working under his specialized form of bridle for close to six moons now, and he hadn’t done anything with that bitline save leave it on her neck for nearly three. Not that it mattered; he couldn’t turn around from the inevitability of what he would find: Yet there were no dragons keening in mourning—so hope stoked his heart as his hands kneaded into the grey neck: For once he allowed her—no, begged her—to find her wings and fly. Sigard and Avsiran swept along beside him like dolphins in a ships’ wake, and he touched each of them delicately: To Xiro.
It was all the encouragement they needed. The sound of their betweening was like raindrops on stone as they flashed between the blood brothers ensuring that Sebol was like an arrow flying true. A glorious flight he was sure—or would have been if he’d had any spare thought for how swift the grey mare was beneath him; how quickly the Bowl faded behind him. So fast indeed that they came crashing through the underbrush on the heels of Xiro’el’s words. There was no keen, and there was Prith, and there was Gess—oh sweet Gess what have you done you sharding dreamer. Can’t you see you’d be the death of us all? But those words wouldn’t come right now—they would, later; when he was certain to have the man’s full attention. And so help me if you die before I get my answers, I’ll kill you
He ran Requias clear of the area; further away toward the ocean and well within the brush where no dragon would see fit to land. Belatedly he realized she had no line to ground-tie her; but he spoke the command and she locked up as if a blessing. His eyes found Sigard and he set within the Blue’s mind the picture of a woman he wouldn’t know—because she had abandoned Sebol as sure as Rukbat rises—but that woman had not abandoned Gess. Sigard chirruped gamely and then went between: He would find Delilah. That done, the ex-Herder joined the ex-Trader; and though his hands itched to pull Gess free of his crumpled position—he could not. ”Best to wait for the Healers.” No use saying that he’d put down runners who seemed in better condition than the Greenrider. His lips pursed into a white line and he waited—waited for the sound of dragons’ wings.
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RhiaBlack
Wingrider
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Post by RhiaBlack on Jul 5, 2011 13:04:36 GMT -5
Sintharith's head cocked oddly to one side, the Black winging around the bowl with N'tharon aboard. The Blackrider was devoid of his straps, as he often was - when Sintharith peeled sideways suddenly, it was all N'tharon could do to hang on. Calloused hands gripped to the spines of his Dragon's neck, and he growled darkly.
"Shard it, Sin, whoa, whoa WHOA WAIT A SECOND!"
I am sorry, Mine. Prith calls. She is worried, she is scared. She summons to me, for us to come.
Why?
Hers is hurt. Badly, Mine. She is scared. We must go, Mine, we must h-
Easy, easy, Sin. Come on. Notify Blue Argotath and His. He is Candidatemaster, I do not know who the Weyrlingmaster is yet. He'll know, he can get in touch with them. We'll go see what we can do.
Sintharith did as requested, bugling out a call to the Blue as they passed by. He winged his way along the edge of the bowl, headed towards where he'd heard the call from the Green Dragonet.
Blue Argotath. Mine asked me to call to you. Weyrling G'dan and His Prith are in trouble. G'dan is hurt. Can Yours get in touch with the Weyrlingmaster and let them know? We will need a Healer, also, I think. Prith is very scared, Hers must be hurt very bad.
He then reached back out to the Green. He'd been a young one once, too. He didn't want her to panic. Hers would feel it, he knew, and the pair would be worse off.
Sintharith is coming, Prith. I am bringing Mine with me. Stay calm. We will find you, and Yours will be okay.
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Rii
Wingleader
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Post by Rii on Jul 5, 2011 14:44:17 GMT -5
It was as well that Prith was not naturally inclined to panic. The oddly shaded green was frantic as it was, with her rider lying unconscious. The steadying mindtouches of her clutchmates and of the mature dragons she’d appealed to helped her not dissolve into dragonic hysterics and not prematurely between. It helped – it anchored her – that Hers was very much alive, if hurt. She could feel it. The universe echoed it back to her. It wasn’t time for them to part yet.
Sintharith bespoke her, reassuring her. People were coming. The black’s words offered a clawhold, and she clung to it.
Now Tigreath’s rider was there with Tigreath, and Hers’ friend-who-he-feared-had-left; Tigreath added her bright reassurance and Xiro’el was asking a question. Yes, she could tell where he was hurting worst – it was muffled now, but it was seared into her mind, the horrible, terrifying pain she’d felt from her bonded. His head. His head is worst. And then the outside of his chest – not inside, but the bones. And his ankle feels wrong too.[/i] The still-growing green passed this to her fellow clutchmate, assuming she would pass it on to Hers, and then Xiro’el would tell Sebolaren.
It wasn’t a full assessment by any means. There were cuts, of course, including a long shallow one up his left arm that was contributing to the garish red on the rocks, and no doubt he’d be bruised – but those were barely noticed in comparison by Prith. Her eyes whirled in yellows and oranges brighter than ever seen on the dragonet – afraid and upset. The rock broke from under him, Sintharith. It was sturdy when he got on it then something cracked and it fell and so did he.[/i] Though she addressed the black, she didn’t attempt to shield the words from the cyan next to her, either.
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Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman 
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Post by Boo on Jul 5, 2011 16:56:11 GMT -5
The pink dragon lay there for a moment, head tilted to the side a dreamy expression in her eyes. Je’kyll looked up from his studies briefly and unconcernedly.
What?
There was a moment’s pause before Hydeth finally looked down at him, her eyes whirling. Je’kyll had not noticed this and continued reading the spare hides he had borrowed for study.
I wish to go for a fly. To the beach. We have not been for a while and if we don’t go now I will find all the rotten food in the Weyr and smother them into the walls of our Weyr.
Won’t that make you feel sick?
But he had stood swiftly and wandered over to grab riding straps. Hydeth sniffed at the thought of something like that bothering her.
No, for I will sleep elsewhere. Perhaps with Midnith and His.
Perhaps you should do that anyway…
Hydeth pretended not to hear him as she flexed her wings and muscles, stretching them out readying herself for a flight.
Of course, she had a reason for wanting to go out and she wasn’t sure whether Hers would have made the effort had she informed him of that reason. Perhaps the surprise would make him work harder. She needed something else, though, that bag Hers took when he needed to heal people.
Mine… Perhaps you can practice your healing on me, or yourself.
Je’kyll paused in tying the riding strap and looked up at Hydeth with a frown. It was an uncharacteristically logical idea and he was sure something was up. Still, he didn’t want his room smelling of rotton meat and so grabbed his bag before climbing onto Hydeth’s back.
As they approached the shore Je’kyll noticed a group of people and Weyrlings gathered around. Hydeth immediately bugled loudly to the group and landed a short distance away. She puffed herself up and then looked about her as though she had achieved something great and, indeed, she had. For as soon as Je’kyll saw the blood he leapt from Hydeth’s back and hurried forwards not even noticing that the boy was the Weyrling he had gotten so angry at in the infirmary. Hydeth seemed worried but also pleased she had tricked him and she stepped away as though threatening to leave him if he did nothing to assist the boy.
Do not worry. Mine will help.
You should have grabbed another healer.
Je’kyll knelt next to the boy and then looked over at the green.
“What happened?”
But he had already grabbed some of his bandages and was trying to stop some of the blood flow.
Hydeth smelled the flightless beast Hers seemed to like riding and padded towards her. Requias nickered a fond greeting to which Hydeth replied with a snort. She then turned her attention back to what Hers was doing. He seemed to be treating the head carefully and, from what she could gather, he was worried about a broken spine.
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Sakoru
Drudge
THE FEARSOME FIERY BEAST
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Post by Sakoru on Jul 6, 2011 14:19:25 GMT -5
The arrival of the two blues was the first sign Xiro'el had that Sebolaren had gotten his message. For some reason the pair never did anything useful for him except when they knew it was urgent; pranks and tricks were easy to teach them but if he attempted to teach them practical skills, it was game over. Despite Sebol's efforts to convince the two flits that they should never listen to Xiro, they sometimes did and it was always when they saw the opportunity to cause trouble. In this case, though... there was no trouble to be caused, only an injured friend of their humans.
And then Sigard disappeared, and the trader glanced up briefly in order to register Sebol's presence. He nodded slightly at the suggestion to wait, and then focused on what Tigreath was relaying to him from Prith. Logically the head injury was the worst -- he had expected that. With luck, it wouldn't be serious enough to really risk G'dan's life, though Xiro was certain that he'd probably be staying in bed for a couple of days at least.
As expected, the trader turned to his companion, and gently motioned to the spots Prith had described. "Head's worst, of course. Prith says that his ribs hurt too but if they're broken or just bruised I don't know. And his ankle. Those are the worst injuries." The cuts and such weren't all that concerning; true, they bled and looked like they hurt, but they weren't life-threatening.
Tigreath, listening in on her green sister's words, crooned softly and reached out to nuzzle Prith, brushing her nose against the other hatchling's shoulder. Surprisingly, she shifted over to settle next to her, displaying none of her usual boisterousness. G'danYours will be okay, Prith, she told her clutchsister, rubbing her cheek against the yellowish hide. Mine and Tallperson will take good care of him. Xiro'el, Prith says that Hers was standing on the rock and it broke and he fell.
Just as Xiro was about to respond to that, yet another person arrived -- a rider on a full-grown pink. Apparently he was also a healer, judging by the way he crouched down and started holding bandages to the bleeding wounds. And, though he knew the question had been meant for Prith, the cyanrider answered it himself, since he'd been about to explain anyway. "He was standing on a rock, and it broke underneath him. He fell, and this is the end result." |
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Ruin
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Post by Ruin on Jul 6, 2011 14:47:04 GMT -5
He listened quietly while Xiro relayed the given information: For once feeling completely out of place, and sync, with no dragon of his own with which to join in on the conversation. Still; that was both for later and not a concern—right now the only concern was G’dan. And how sharding dim he was. ”He’s alive, and so is Prith—just have to get him to the infirmary.” He sighed softly, hands going to his hips—at least the damage wasn’t as disastrous as it appeared: For now. There was always a possibility that he had dashed himself stupid or paralyzed on the rocks; but those were things for a healer to discover—not Sebolaren, and possibly not Prith.
He stood by resolutely for what seemed like hours; watching as Tigreath comforted Prith, but when he heard those long-awaited dragons’ wings he quickly stepped away from Gess; and was pleasantly surprised to find Je’kyll had arrived first. A warm smile was given for Hydeth as she wandered over to greet her Rider’s runnerbeast, and then his attention was settled again on the bustle around the Greenweyrling. For now; Je’kyll was but one man—with a finite bag of bandages and supplies, and Sebol was an unImpressed man who could not relay information with the speed that Xiro’el could: So he left explaining to the Trader and instead turned his attention to Avsiran. The little Blue had been hovering gamely, but when he felt Sebol’s attentions he flew to the blood brother of his bonded—alighting on the proffered fist.
Delilah. Bandages. Crumpled. Query Four finite and concise images were burned into that little brain, and were then relayed back to Sebol for appraisal: Pleased with them the ex-Herder cast the firelizard to the air and watched him slip between. He could only assume with his limited knowledge that the cry for help had been that—a cry: Any Healers who were mustering only knew that someone was injured. Avsiran would give depth to that story: Those who came could bring more supplies; perhaps even a board to carry the broken body on. Whatever it was that Healers did in situations like this. Sebolaren knew what Herders did in situations like this, and was very well aware that it didn’t apply. So he crossed his arms as if a barrier and waited.
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RavenSong
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Post by RavenSong on Jul 7, 2011 12:46:03 GMT -5
Argotath was mid-bath when Prith's call went out. K'var himself was in naught but his bathing shorts as he bathed his blue in the lake, and since Prith herself didn't call Argotath, they had no idea what was going on. Bip helped bathe the blue she called her best friend.
"Alright, you big lump," K'var said, grinning. "Into the depths with you, rinse off." The blue complied, only to come up a split second later. He quickly got out of the water and shook himself, causing K'var to curse. "Shard it, Argo!"
Mine, Sintharith calls, Argotath responded. He says Weyrling G'dan and his Prith are in trouble, and that G'dan is hurt. I'm telling Kerath and Seiseth too so they can tell Theirs.
"Good thinking. Come on, to the weyr. As urgent as it is, someone else is on the way so we can take the time to get me into dry pants." K'var leapt aboard the Blue, then sent Bip ahead to scout for him. Argotath took off, ascending quickly to his weyr. With speed born of the frequent Thread drills happening of late, K'var got into his riding gear and put Argotath's straps on him. As his rider worked, Argotath put out a call of his own.
Seiseth! Kerath! Tell Yours that a Weyrling is hurt. It is Prith's G'dan that is hurt. I don't know how yet, Mine and I are going to go look. I'll show you when I see!
Meanwhile, where G'dan was, the rotund Green flitter recognizable as K'var's Bip popped into view. She did a few of her trademark aerial donuts, scouting around as Hers had asked. She settled down by G'dan's head and chirped at him. She knew how to wake somebody up!! She always woke Hers up this way. The fat flit screamed at the top of her voice and patted G'dan's face with a forepaw. She ignored the presence of the others solely because she was Bip the Green, the smartest and wisest of all Greens. Why else would Hers spoil her so? But wait! What was this red stuff by This One's head? Redfruit filling? Bip leaned down to sniff it. No, that wasn't redfruit filling on the rocks. That was Blood! Like what Hers had when she bit him, or Food did when she bit it and made it stop wiggling! Blood was Definitely Not Good! Tasty in Food, but Definitely Not Good from the Tallthings! Panic suddenly filled the Green and she took off, betweening rapidly back to Hers.
K'var leapt aboard Argotath's back and strapped in as Bip returned to him, creeling and screeching. Her mind was aflutter with panic. It took K'var a bit to understand the pictures the terrified Green was sending him. "Argotath, get the coordinates. All I'm getting from Bip is that there's blood involved and she had nothing to do with it this time." Quickly, Argotath took off and betweened to the scene, coming out of between in midair. K'var noted Hydeth and Sintharith as he told Argotath to land.
Little sister, Argotath crooned to Prith, I told Kerath and Seiseth that Yours is hurt. We're here now. It will be okay.
"How is he?" K'var said, sliding off his Blue. He quickly moved to G'dan's side. "I couldn't get anything sensible out of Bip."
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 7, 2011 22:40:40 GMT -5
Agnith had never heard Prith sound like that before, and she instantly went into panic mode when the call came; her rampage around their room in the weyrlings' barracks came with a horrible keening, her eyes turning orange with fear, and it took a minute or two for Delilah to get any sense out of her. Oh, oh, G'dan is hurt! Prith is so frightened! We have to go and help![/i]
"We will," Delilah said, putting a soothing hand to her dragonet's side. "We are, but you must calm before you go between." Shards, it was lucky for G'dan he had Prith; any other weyrling, injured so, would likely have stressed their dragonet into oblivion. "And stop knocking things over!" Her mind whirled with questions as she burst out of the barracks and headed across the bowl to the infirmary, a still-crying Agnith bumbling along at her side; what kind of fall had it been? At the very least he must have broken something, or Prith would not have given such a frantic call as Agnith insisted it had been.
Just as she arrived at the infirmary, the first firelizard appeared, and she knew instantly whose it must be; this one, though, she did not greet with anger or coldness, too worried about G'dan to bother with her feud with Sebolaren. "Where are they?" she asked Sigard, taking advantage of the opportunity to not bother Prith for such information. "Agnith, you figure it out."
While the pink stared at the firelizard and interrogated him, Delilah burst into the infirmary and told the first healer she saw, "A weyrling has been injured, somewhere out - oh, I recognize that hill," she finished, when Agnith put the image in her mind, somewhat vague given its source. "Here, help me - "
She snatched up a sack and filled it with numbweed, bandages, equipment to suture and to start a fire in case G'dan could not immediately be moved, while a couple of the hands in the infirmary tied a carrying-board to Agnith's back; it wasn't far, Delilah thought, and they should be able to arrive in time, especially if G'dan already had at least Sebol there to assist him...
The second firelizard, as opposed to the first, only made her eyes narrow into steel and ice. Did he really think she wouldn't come, or that she was not sensible enough to know what might be required in a case like this? Bastard. Of course he didn't. But he wasn't the important one right now; he never would be again. Only G'dan mattered, and the blonde girl turned to Agnith and had her close her jaws on the sack of necessary healing materials. "Go on ahead," she told Agnith. "We will follow."
Despite her fear for her friend and her confusion at the conflicting emotions she could sense in her rider's little heart, Agnith puffed up with pride at being entrusted so. She was a healer now too! And she would run like the wind and she would save G'dan and everything would be so wonderful when he was well! Every ounce of passion in the pink's soul went to her feet, and she took off across the bowl at top speed. Her wings might not yet be able to carry her, but she was strong!
At last the pink dragonet arrived on the scene, dropping her sack of goodies beside Je'kyll and G'dan. Look! I brought, uh, numbweed, and some bandages, and some...some other stuff that DelilahMine put in here...and I have this thing! On my back![/i] She did not immediately give anyone a chance to get the carry-board off of her, though, as she crooned and bundled over to press up against Prith. Don't worry, Prith sister-friend, I am here and Delilah is coming, and look how many people came to help! G'dan will be fine! Don't be upset, DelilahMine says it's bad to be upset![/i]
Another sweep of her gaze over the gathering, and her faceted eyes settled on Sebol before moving on. Right now he was Bad, she remembered, but he didn't matter, either.
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Rii
Wingleader
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Post by Rii on Jul 7, 2011 23:27:41 GMT -5
For whatever abysmal luck G’dan had for a rock that had stood in place for Turns without budging to give out from under him, there was some small sliver of good to keep him safe. His spine, that all-important connection to life and limbs, was unbroken from the fall and tumble. The bones in his ankle had also escaped damage, though tendons and muscles had been wrenched and stretched. The same could not be said for some of his ribs; there was a disturbing bit of give to what should be a solid protective cage to heart and lungs. And his head – well, luck again; though the gash on the side of his head bled heavily atop a bump of swelling outside his skull, the weyrling’s skull remained uncracked.
The Candidatemaster’s firelizard arrived to screech and paw at the unconscious G’dan; there was no response. No shift or groan, though Prith crooned and crooned again, her sides vibrating with the intensity of her pleading, loving cries. She would have hissed at the fat little green, but it would have meant shifting her attention from Hers. Her G’dan, whose mind mingled with hers felt as though it was drifting away in darkness and silence. The yellow-green dragonet pressed close against Tigreath, looking up fearfully to the adult dragons. It is so dark and still in his head. It is not like that, not even when he sleeps. But he is alive, I know he is alive.[/i]
Agnith arrived in a blaze of color and energy and supplies, and the additional support was appreciated by the much-rattled green. She bumped her head gently against Agnith’s side, now securely tucked between her two sisters. Oh Agnith, you brought everything they needed. They will be able to take him back when they have done what they can here.[/i]
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Post by RhiaBlack on Jul 8, 2011 8:21:05 GMT -5
Sintharith's frame was a shadow on the stone world below, cast across the water of the Weyr as they prepared to between to G'dan and Prith's location. He'd gone back for his riding straps - if he was to transport anyone or anything, he'd need them, at least to keep them aboard. No doubt that there were many there by now, at least a few capable of mending G'dan. If Argotath was there, he was larger than the Black, so he'd probably be more capable of carrying him. Undoubtably, Sintharith could carry Prith with him back to the Weyr, where she could look after and wait for Hers to awaken.
N'tharon's eyes closed, as he inhaled slowly. And counted off. One. Two.
Three.
Time slowed, the world sped up. There was only blackness and unrelenting cold, before Sintharith blinked into view over the ordeal at hand.
Accidents happen, Prith. Do not worry. Yours will be safe, we will see to it. You can ride back with me, if you wish, and maybe Blue Argotath or another larger than I can carry Yours. He will fly steadier than I will, and will not tire as easily, I think.
N'tharon kept hold of the strap as Sintharith landed somewhere a bit safer and sturdier, before the Smith turned Wingrider settled into a nearby place to get a good gauge of what was going on. He didn't get too close, not wishing to add to the clamor of what was already occurring. He didn't want to be in the way, and he was no Healer. There was no reason for him to be there, short of support for the Dragonet and Hers - and transport, of course, if it was even needed.
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Post by Boo on Jul 10, 2011 2:39:34 GMT -5
Je’kyll looked over to see an apprentice healer pink Weyrling join them shortly followed by a journeyman healer and his black firelizard. He noticed that Hydeth watched the smaller pink with some interest, thoroughly unconcerned with the situation at hand. He rolled his eyes and returned to his work as the journeyman joined them. Je’kyll relayed the information as the journeyman healer, Tedaon, dropped to the Weyrling’s side.
I do not believe that his spine is injured Mine. Prith says he is not dead either.
I know.
She also says it is dark.
Ok. Fine.
Hydeth seemed to be trying to help but didn’t quite know how to assist. She looked at Agnith and then settled down once again, watching Hers and the other healer work. In truth, Hydeth felt silly for not having brought enough things with her. The younger pink had not only brought supplies but also an older, more experienced healer. She flicked her tail back and forth agitatedly.
Tedaon had been giving out medicinal herbs when the young apprentice female had grabbed him. He had grabbed all he could in addition to what the girl had grabbed and then rushed after her, running faster than he ever had before. Now, he sat next to an apprentice male healer, Je’kyll, and held a great wad of bandages to G’dan’s head.
They could not move him until they had at least stopped some of the bleeding. It appeared there was no problem with his spine. They would still need to keep his head relatively still for fear of jostling it more than necessary. As soon as he had managed to basically stem the bloodflow he set Je’kyll to applying numbweed, and antiseptic salve to the injuries.
“Weyrling Delilah, would you please begin bandaging his head.”
He assumed she would get right on that but he needed to work quickly and, unfortunately, with only one hand moving quickly was not a simple task for him. Two apprentices, of which the male would probably remain so forever, and a one handed healer. This was going to go well.
He noticed the black dragon and immediately went stony-faced, resolutely ignoring its presence. Neras, however, seemed excited at the sight of the black and immediately forgot everything else to fly over and chirp at him enthusiastically.
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 10, 2011 3:11:01 GMT -5
There was certainly no time to waste, and Delilah sprinted along after Tedaon; by the time they finally arrived at the horrific scene, her legs burned as much as her lungs did from the effort. Yet for G'dan, for her Craft, she pushed through the pain, though she had to admit to being glad of the order that enabled her to sink to the ground. Pale cheeks flushed from exertion, she fetched the bandages out from the sack and tenderly lifted her friend's head up.
This was not the first time she'd tended to someone she knew personally, but it was far and away the worst injury she'd seen in a friend; her hands were gentle even though he was unconscious and could not feel her touch. Padding first against the wound itself (and how grateful she was not to feel cracks in the bone underneath!), and then she wound a strip of cloth around and around his dear head. Hopefully he would not bleed through it too quickly, but she foresaw long days ahead of changing the bandages.
But he was alive. That was what counted, and under Tedaon's leadership, despite a slight rattle in her throat from the run, she was calm. To Delilah's surprise, Agnith was, too - at least, calm for Agnith. Her task as she saw it was to comfort Prith, who must be terrified by that darkness; she sat there, shoring up her sister and pouring an endless stream of affection and compassion into the green's young mind. How strong and brave Prith was, and what a good dragon to Hers, who would surely wake any moment now, just you wait and see!
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Post by Rii on Jul 10, 2011 11:06:05 GMT -5
It was dark. It was dark and the air was bad. It had to be bad because every breath hurt to take in, hurt to expel. And the hurt was spreading, it was a blazing, throbbing pain in his head, it wracked his body mercilessly. Thunderous sounds were overhead and – wait. Prith was upset. That was bad; Prith was never upset. He had to reassure Prith, so he would open his eyes.
G’dan’s eyes flitted beneath their lids, then opened in tiny slits. The bright light after so much darkness was painful; the searing throb in his head intensified. He groaned softly, wanting to shield his eyes but not having the strength to at the moment. His body felt like lead. Very hot lead. Owwww... Vision blurry, he looked upwards at the head above his. Small and blonde. “’Lilah...” he slurred out, barely over a whisper. “Where... wha’ happened... where’m I...” He felt so terribly confused. His keen, active mind was buried under a welter of pain, and he pleaded weakly. “Prith?”
Prith tore free of her clutch-sisters and was at Her G’dan’s side in a heartbeat. I am here, G’dan. Do not worry. I am fine and people are here to help you, and you will be alright.[/i] She crooned to her rider, shaken by the terrible, terrible pain. He hurts all over. He is dizzy and sick and confused,[/i] she reported dutifully to the other dragons, keeping her voice as quiet from Hers as she could manage. Her eyes whirled in sickly tones of fright and stress. He does not remember how he got here and oh, his head hurts so much and it is hard to breathe.[/i]
“M’alrigh’, Prith... s’alrigh’...” G’dan struggled to reassure his beloved dragonet. The world needed to stop rocking and spinning. “’Lilah’s... fixin’ me...” he slurred out, eyes closing again. There were other people and dragons around and really, it was rude to ignore them but he would have to figure that out later. Already some red was showing through the pad of cloth bound to his head, and his limbs didn’t seem to want to lift, though he twitched and curled his fingers with the desire to get up. The light seemed to be fleeing – that was alright, it was too bright anyway. “M’tired,” the weyrling mumbled finally, giving up on his weak attempts to move, to rise. Oblivious to any new questions or demands to stay awake, his consciousness fled again as quickly as it had come.
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Post by Boo on Jul 14, 2011 19:04:25 GMT -5
It didn’t take all that long to get things patched up as best they could. The stitches would have to wait for they could not spend time with him lying on rocks out on a beach. The Weyrling seemed to stir. Tedaon’s eyes widened and he tried to hold the boy’s attention.
“You fell and were injured. We’re- Hey! Stay awake! Keep your eyes open. Shard it!”
Apparently the boy would be flitting in and out of consciousness for a little while. He looked at the two apprentice healers, the male seeming alarmed and shook his head when blood started seeping through the bandage. They needed to move him as quickly as they could so they could properly stitch his head. The broken limbs were wrapped up but he needed to stop them being moved too much. He exchanged a look with Je’kyll and then nodded. Je’kyll got the stretcher and brought it down beside the Weyrling. They had to be careful not to jostle any ribs or broken bones.
Tedaon held the head still, despite what Prith had said about his spine being uninjured whilst Je’kyll held onto the Weyrling’s middle, keeping the spine and, hopefully, ribs aligned. The fact that the Weyrling had moved his fingers slightly was certainly a hopeful sign. However, the danger with the ribs was allowing one of the breaks to slip and puncture the lung, something he would rather not have to deal with. Treating the injury as he would a spinal one was possibly the best way to prevent this.
He didn’t appear to have a flail chest so that was heartening, it was probably a fracture but if they were fragile he could not risk breaking them even more. They managed to get him onto the stretcher and Tedaon sighed in relief.
“We’ll need to tie him down before we get him onto a dragon.”
Je’kyll was staring at his hands but then jumped to himself, rubbing them on his sides. He had healed so many people before but nothing like this…
“Hydeth can assist some transport.” He said quietly.
Tedaon eyed the male apprentice, taking in his shaken demeanour. He was probably a young apprentice, impressed before he could finish most of his training…
“We may need a few more… I will probably have to fly with him, assuming a dragon will allow it.”
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Post by RhiaBlack on Jul 15, 2011 2:46:12 GMT -5
N'tharon shifted, leaning on one knee to steady himself as he watched the proceedings in concern. He'd only recently met the Weyrling, but G'dan wasn't much younger than him - if at all. He wanted to help if he could. As the group conversed, he finally spoke up, if a little quietly.
"Sintharith can take him, if you need. It isn't far, I can walk back with Prith - or he can come back and get me once he drops him off or something. If you want to ride with him, I'm sure he won't mind. He's pretty graceful, shouldn't jar G'dan a whole lot on the way."
I do not mind at all, Mine. Prith is worried, and I do not want her to be scared. You can walk with her back to the Weyr, and I can take Hers to get better?
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Post by Boo on Jul 19, 2011 19:42:28 GMT -5
I cannot carry all of you…
Cannot or won’t, Je’kyll wondered cynically as he worked on strapping the young Weyrling to the boards, keeping him as stable as he could as he worked, careful not to jostle or move the male. It was important to keep him still but also problematic to strap him down too tightly for fear of breaking something else. He looked to the other apprentice.
“If you wish you can fly back with myself and Hydeth while your dragon walks. Then you can assist G’dan more.” Je’kyll told her quietly.
He figured that in a situation of healing she was probably better suited to the job. He was barely trained as a healer and she was probably concerned about her friend anyway. Regardless, he would be flying back with the Journeyman knowing that it was important to at least attempt to assist him. He may not like G’dan but letting him die was probably not pertinent to what he hoped to achieve.
Tedaon looked over at the rider who had spoken and stared for a while, not wanting to accept the help but knowing he had to. He had the option of the pink but she didn’t seem too willing to assist, having backed away and now staring haughtily in the other direction. He had to accept it. His chest tightened. Knowing words would betray him he merely nodded his thanks to both rider and dragon.
With the help of Je’kyll they managed to get the stretcher up to be loaded onto the black’s back. Tedaon gritted his teeth and pushed thoughts from his mind. He could not think of that right at this moment. It would not serve the young Weyrling well. Healing always needed to come before his personal issues. But that black looked so like…
“Um, Sintharith, Does the stretcher sit well?” He asked the black as he readied himself to climb into the riding straps.
Je’kyll himself climbed nimbly onto Hydeth’s back and looked down at the others, readying himself for flight. From the looks of it that black would be able to bear the stretcher rather well. It didn’t seem likely to fall anyway…
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Post by RhiaBlack on Jul 26, 2011 10:48:39 GMT -5
Sintharith nodded curtly, shifting his wings to allow them better access, and settling down to his belly so that they could more aptly work around him. N'tharon stayed off to the side.
"It settles fine, yes. Mine has offered to walk back, so any Dragonets who need to be accompanied, Mine will go with them. If anyone else needs to go by Dragon, that is."
N'tharon exhaled slowly, but didn't seem put off by the aspect. Sintharith had always been one to assist others, and if it was going to help the Black feel more useful, he was all for it. Over the last few days, he'd been a little disgruntled, and feeling important would do much to quell that, he believed. He dusted his hands off, and went to help steady Sintharith, and adjust the straps that he'd been using.
"He should be able to carry someone with him, maybe two, if you sit high enough on his neck, there. I'll walk with the Dragonets and meet you all back at the Weyr shortly, whenever you're ready to leave and have the who's-riding-with-whom sorted out."
He looked silently towards G'dan with a frown. It pained him, to see someone he knew - even if it was simply in passing - in so much pain. Or danger, in this case. He figured that unconscious, he couldn't feel much.
You make sure you're steady, Sin. Don't want to jar him and make things worse. They always said you were graceful, I know you can be. Prove it to them.
Yes, Mine. I will be careful. Return to me at the Weyr in one piece, yes?
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Post by Admin on Aug 11, 2011 1:24:04 GMT -5
Set me free,
Leave me be,
I don't want to fall another moment,
Into your gravity.
Kerath and W'al were far from the Weyr, out across the Ring Islands and high above the ocean. Everything was hazy and blurred together beneath them as wind and low-hanging clouds churned and moved between them and the water, but that was unimportant. They were focused forward and around themselves, all their combined attention on the air. They were practicing their flying, an activity they both loved. It was Kerath's favorite activity, in fact, as he loved nothing better than to soar through the air. Flight was a skill at which he excelled as well. It came naturally to him. In his eyes, him and the sky were best friends, the wind and him playful rivals. He enjoyed showing off, but more than anything, he enjoyed simply doing it. W'al took that enthusiasm and he rode upon it. He also used it to help direct the purple to productive activities, like purposeful practice.
When Prith reached out to him, Kerath was banking sharply to the right in a quick turn. He faltered, startling W'al, who was used to being able to have complete confidence in and a smooth ride with his dragon. He knew something was wrong as soon as the purple broke off from the maneuver. Kerath's eyes quickly went from blue to orange, going from swirling at a moderate speed to swirling at a frantic one. Prith's rider is injured. She calls us; he told his rider, looking for guidance. Their link was heightened, their conversation done at lightning speed. Where are they? W'al's easygoing demeanor had vanished into a moment of pure focus and concentration, expression razor sharp in determination. I don't know. He could not get to the young green without a location of which W'al might have a picture. W'al gritted his teeth to keep from swearing.
Try Seiseth; the weyrlingmaster suggested, not about to give up. Kerath was already angling back to fly straight towards the Weyr, waiting to jump until they had an idea of where they were going. He reached out towards the black, but she was not with the young green. She is too far away as well. W'al paused for a moment after that, trying to think, as Kerath flew as fast as he could, straining his muscles. Flying hard kept him from growing anxious over the situation. The weyrlingmaster was about to order the purple to simply between back to Dalibor when Argotath contacted them. Kerath nearly crowed in victory. Argotath is with them. We can follow Argotath. It took them a moment to sort out coordinates and then pick a picture, but as soon as W'al had the location fixed in his mind, they were gone, Kerath winking into between.
One, two, three, and the pair of purple and rider appeared a few hundred meters away from the cluster of dragonets, weyrlings, riders, and dragons. Kerath dropped and spiraled down, descending slowly. W'al centered himself, wanting to appear calm and collected. Despite that, he couldn't help but be relieved when the situation turned out to be under control. When Kerath saw that Prith was okay too, he brightened up. Sintharith was already carrying a stretcher with G'dan. No one was dead. That was always a plus. It was something that didn't always happen at Dalibor. However, W'al was looking on the positive side of things and Kerath saw little else, so happy thoughts, happy thoughts, lots and lots of happy thoughts! Prith called Agnith and Hydeth and Tigreath and Sintharith as well; Kerath explained as his rider tried to pinpoint the people in the group below.
W'al waved at K'var and N'tharon, both as a greeting and as a way to get their attention. He relayed a message through Kerath, the purple circling back over the group rather than landing, altering his course with an effortless flip of his wings. Anything you need? My rider and me are going back to the Weyr. We'll meet you all there, make sure everyone who needs to know what's happening knows. He began rising again, getting enough space between him and the ground so that he could make the jump to the Weyr. W'al paused for a moment at the top, holding back the reference, looking over the group beneath them one final time. All was not well, but all was healing; such was the nature of life. Maybe. He didn't really know; philosophy wasn't his strong point. Loving and living was more his style. With what he hoped was an encouraging wave, he had Kerath between.
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Post by Rii on Aug 13, 2011 2:57:07 GMT -5
Prith watched anxiously as Hers was secured to Sintharith's back, her throat still vibrating with soft, worried croons. She would croon herself hoarse at the rate she was going, but it made little difference to her. The green dragonet spread her wings. Please hurry Sintharith, the blood from his head is coming through the wrapping.[/color] She was of course no expert, and the only healer training G'dan had for her to draw upon were the lessons that Delilah had given him, but it seemed to her that so much bleeding was bad.
The Weyrlingmasters were another stabilizing point, the influx of encouraging thoughts from Kerath another lifeline against the stress that might have betweened a less sensible dragon. But Prith was nothing if not calm and thoughtful by nature; she would be a force to be reckoned with when she reached maturity, even if she was "Just a Green". For that, though... her rider had to survive this.
Folding her wings tightly against her frame, she hop-skip-shuffled backwards away from Sintharith awkwardly. Go! Take my G'dan to the healing place. I will follow with Yours and Agnith and Tigreath.[/color] Maybe Hydeth would take Agnith's back to help, or Argotath would. Her quiet voice wobbled. And take my thanks with you,[/color] she told all the dragons assembled here. They would save Her G'dan. They had to. He couldn't die, not now - it wasn't right.
Not right at all. Her G'dan should not have fallen, and more, should not have fallen alone, with only her to see. He had friends, friends who would not inflict the painful words on him that still lurked in his thoughts from Before she hatched. That could help with what she worked so hard to build and protect, so that Gess could work, and grow - and dream. You will never fall alone again, she told the dark, silent mind of her bonded. We will be here.[/color]
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Post by RhiaBlack on Aug 15, 2011 19:06:05 GMT -5
He took Prith's worriment to heart, and the younger Greendragonet's concerns didn't fall upon deaf ears. He was careful with the weyrling, keeping his balance shifted to stabilize the injured male. His eyes whirled with worriment, as he looked towards Tedaon...whom he assumed would be riding back to the Weyr with him.
"Do you believe that he will be all right if we between to the Weyr? Or should we not risk it?" Sintharith's voice was soft-spoken, much like his Rider's own, as he posed the inquiry to the healer. "And you are welcome to ride back with him, if you wish. I do not mind, neither does Mine."
N'tharon reached over and gently laid a hand on Prith's wing.
"Come on. It's a longer walk back, and we don't want you away from him any longer than you have to be." He looked up to the other Dragonets, and anyone who would be walking back with them. "Anyone else who's coming, come on. The sooner we leave, the sooner we get there."
He understood their concerns. The times he'd been forced to be seperated from Sintharith had been hard on him, as well. Especially if he knew either himself or Sin had been injured in any fashion. It was hard, and he wanted to get them reunited as soon as possible.
"Prith, if you wish to have someone to feed with, while G'dan is being mended - I'm sure Sintharith wouldn't mind you going with him. He's always been good about sharing."
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