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Post by claire on Feb 17, 2011 19:40:18 GMT -5
The tunnels of the lower caverns were nothing short of bewildering to those unfamiliar with them. Fortunately they were at least better planned out than those at High Reaches Weyr had been, and despite his relatively recent arrival J'en had managed to avoid getting lost too badly as he limped down towards the infirmary. Though it was a warm in bright summer's day outside the walls of the lower caverns still radiated coldness.
Nimueth was not amused. J'en could feel her radiating disapproval at him. At least their long years together and his tendency to injure himself with alarming frequency had lessened her inclination to rant. He still remembered when at the age of eighteen he had broken his arm in a training accident. Nimueth had had definite Views; he hadn't had a scolding like that since he was nine turns old and his mother caught him and his brothers stealing sweetrolls from the kitchens.
"I'm fine," he said aloud, reassuring his fretting dragon. If you were fine, Mine, you wouldn't be on your way to the infirmary. Nim replied snippily. He knew from long experience she'd be short with him for perhaps a candlemark before her naturally upbeat demeanor reasserted itself. She knew it equally well, but the knowledge did nothing to lessen her current irritation.
It was easy to tell when he was getting close to the infirmary. They had a certain smell about them that was unmistakable. As he limped through the doors and into the infirmary proper he took stock of his injuries. Palms: skinned. Ankle: sprained. Knees: bleeding (And didn't that make him feel all of ten turns old again). Shoulder: aching abominably, though he was fairly certain he hadn't dislocated it. It was the damage to his side that worried him though; an ominous creaking ache punctuated by a sharp stab every time he took a breath. He sincerely hoped it was just bruising. Cracked ribs would be all kinds of inconvenient.
"Anyone here?" he said, addressing the question to the room as a whole. Someone would have the time free to look him over he was sure.
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Post by Boo on Feb 17, 2011 20:20:11 GMT -5
Tedaon looked at the Weyrbrat before him with a slightly annoyed expression on his face. The boy had been in the infirmary at least twice over the past week and still thought there was something wrong with him. Tedaon had checked the boy over about three times and could find nothing and, what was more, when he asked the child what was wrong he couldn't even describe it saying that he felt some pain in his left big toe. Tedaon had come to the conclusion that the boy knew nothing and would only be pleased when Tedaon either made a fuss or placed a bandage on his foot. He was loathe to waste resources but his time was more important to him and a small bandage couldn't hurt.
"Alright, you've clearly got a sprained toe." He said, making something up, "I'm going to put this small bandage on it and it will make it feel better." After a moment, the bandage was on the boy and he was right as rain skipping around the infirmary proclaiming that Tedaon was the best healer in the whole of Pern. Tedaon rolled his eyes and made a shooing gesture. "Now get out." The boy skipped happily away and Tedaon wandered into the stores to check them.
"Sure, just check the stores and make yourself worry about the stock. That sounds like a good idea." He muttered to himself.
After a moment he heard something from in the main area of the infirmary. It sounded like someone was calling for some help. He sighed and wandered into the room. "Probably another candidate who has eaten too much at lunch and thinks they're about to explode." He stopped speaking as he entered the room and saw a gentleman of about his age standing there with scraped knees and at least a half dozen other injuries.
"Hm. Well. He's not a candidate." He said quietly and then cleared his throat, "Take a seat and tell me what's happened." He busied himself grabbing some cloths which could be used to clean the blood as well as another pile of bandages and a whole pile of different salves or mixtures containing Hissop. In all logic such a combination should serve to clear the bleeding, sterilise it and hopefully prevent any bruising. From the looks of how the male was standing, however, there were quite a few more injuries than were directly visible.
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Post by claire on Feb 17, 2011 21:13:05 GMT -5
J'en gave a slightly sheepish grin as he did as he was told and took a seat; fully aware that he looked like a holdbrat who'd had a misfortune involving a tree and the immutability of gravity, and equally aware that the story he had to tell would do nothing but reinforce that image. It wasn't likely to be the last time he washed up in the infirmary in a similar state either. The healers at High Reaches must have been praising the heavens that they were finally rid of him.
"Well you see I was going to go for a run around the rim of the weyr bowl," he began, hands moving expressively as he spoke. "But it got a bit steeper than I was expecting, and, well...sort of turned into something closer to rock climbing in places." He paused mid-hand-gesture to pick a stray shard of rock out of his bleeding palm. "In fairness, the hand hold looked stable enough when I went for it." A shrug. Rocks hurt. Who saw that one coming. You're an idiot, Mine, Nimueth commented pleasantly; Every day I envy dragons who managed to Impress someone with a lick of common sense. He ignored her in favour of smiling innocently at the healer and going back to picking stray bits of rock and dirt out of his palms. "Just cuts and bruises mostly. It's my ribs and my shoulder I came down here for." He rolled his left shoulder cautiously and winced when the already tender joint gave a twinge of protest.
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Post by Boo on Feb 18, 2011 5:48:40 GMT -5
Tedaon maneuvered his way through the infirmary with skill making a small pile of things he would need in the crook of his left arm wrapping the stubby part around the pile. He looked back at the male and snorted a little at the grin that had appeared on his face. He wasn't sure but he thought the male was new to the Weyr... A little new anyway. He generally tried to stay in the Lower Caverns as much as he could and didn't really get out much. It was his way of dealing with everything. He walked over to the man and placed his pile on another chair. He set about stopping the bleeding quickly. Even though they were just scrapes they needed to be he couldn't leave that wound unclean otherwise he might have an infection on his hands. It didn't take too long to just put some hissop on the knees.
"Running around the Weyrbowl huh? Well, that was a good idea? So, you are obviously having some trouble breathing. It seems like bruising but even if it's a break looking after your arm should heal it." He muttered, more to himself than his patient.
He moved his right hand deftly and held the stump of his left against the uninjured shoulder. This was going to be a little tricky... But then he was the one who had taken this job in the first place. He always struggled with slings but generally he managed to figure it out eventually. "I'll need you to lift your arm across to your other shoulder thanks." He said after a moment.
"So, you're new here? I haven't seen you before and given the actions that led to these injuries... I figure I would have seen you before now." He was making small talk mainly to distract his patient from the pain he was feeling. He should have probably fixed the ribs first to ensure that he would still be able to breathe. At that moment Neras came chirruping into the infirmary. Strangely enough, the flit could be rather helpful sometimes. "Neras, hold this."
The black moved to land on the patients shoulder and hold the bandage in place so Tedaon could more easily tie it in place with one hand. He was moving quickly as was required of a Healer.
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Post by claire on Feb 18, 2011 16:35:41 GMT -5
"Not one of my better ones," J'en conceded, provoking a fresh wave of grumbling from Nimueth at the back of his mind. He didn't appear particularly perturbed by this. After all, life would be terribly boring if everyone went around being safe and sensible the whole time. And the healers would be out of work. His eyes flickered down the the maimed arm as Tedaon went to work, but if he had any particular thoughts on it they didn't show on his face. "Ah, yeah, you're...probably going to be seeing a lot of me," he said as he did as he was told, lifting his arm; "Got here about a sevenday ago."
He jumped slightly when the flitter landed on his shoulder, not having noticed it come into the infirmary. "Helpful, isn't he?" he commented, watching the black out of the corner of his eye in mild bemusement. Though he'd never actually owned a flitter himself he'd never got the impression that they were particularly inclined toward making themselves useful. In fact those he'd known had tended more towards stealing food any generally making inconveniences of themselves. Not that these were activities he was in any way opposed to, or disinclined to indulge in himself, but the flit's behaviour had still taken him by surprise.
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Post by Boo on Feb 24, 2011 20:14:44 GMT -5
Tedaon grunted a little with an annoyed expression on his face. He wasn't certain whether the male before him was a rider but he certainly hoped he wasn't... He pushed the thought from his mind and smiled faintly when Neras' helpfulness was brought to his attention. He looked at the little black with fondness, a fondness he generally reserved for dragonkind. He nodded. "It's more that he's been around for so long... He's about 15 turns. More importantly, you should watch your face because he might try to lick it..." He trailed off for a moment, "He likes shoulders mainly."
He coughed quietly to clear his thoughts and sent stern feelings to the lizard as he began sniffing his patient's ear. The lizard recoiled slightly as Tedaon endeavored to tie the sling around the man's arm. Hopefully rest would assist in healing the ribs. There was not much he could do other than order some bed rest and offer a salve of numbweed. It was always tough tying a bandage with one hand but he managaed it eventually, and the fact that Neras was holding it in place made it easier. He pressed down on the shoulder with his arm and pulled with his fingers tying a knot after what had seemed like ages.
"You will not be able to do anything requiring too much movement for some time." He took a seat opposite his patient, "Your ribs are certainly a little worrying but they don't seem to have punctured your lungs. I'd like to keep you here for a while until I'm certain though."
Neras came hovering over to him and hopped onto his shoulder staring intently at face. He waved the lizard away a little and, with a squawk the black began fluttering around his head wings causing a faint breeze to ruffle his hair. He sighed slightly and smiled.
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Post by claire on Feb 26, 2011 19:56:47 GMT -5
Had J'en had any inkling of what Tedaon was thinking, he would probably have been more amused than anything else. If he had a mark for every time someone had thought him unfit to be a rider - either privately or aloud, to his face - he would have been a very rich man. Nimueth tended to take exception to it, but he'd long since given up worrying about it. If she thought he was good enough then everyone else could go between for all he cared. "Good for him," he commented, continuing to watch the flitter. The little black had been nosing at his ear with interest, but settled down abruptly as if scolded. Perhaps he had been.
"Got it," he replied in response to the healer's instructions, shifting his shoulder as he cautiously tested the range of movement available. Already he had silently resolved that the sling was coming off the second he was out of sight of the infirmary. They'd heal up fine in their own time. He wasn't spending the next few sevendays trying to do everything one-handed. "Pretty sure the lungs are fine though." Sure, taking a deep breath ached, but he was led to understand that punctured lungs involved a lot more stabbing pain and coughing up blood.
But hey, he was up for hanging around the infirmary a bit longer. It wasn't as though he had anything better to do. And it might get Nim to stop fretting. "J'en, by the way," he said; his instinct was to offer his hand, but his undamaged arm and the healer's intact one didn't match up. He settled for a bright grin.
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Post by Boo on Feb 27, 2011 17:04:05 GMT -5
Tedaon stood back and examined his handiwork watching at the patient tested the range of movements in his arm. Tedaon was about to warn him that the sling should probably remain on when he simply shook his head a little. He assumed he would not have to do that. The man was an adult and, even if he didn't know what was best for healing... Well, there was nothing Tedaon could do to prevent that. He absently scratched the stump on his arm and then held it a little closer to him as J'en introduced himself. Tedaon stood there for a moment and forced a smile, one that never reached his eyes.
So, the man was a rider. An older one too. No doubt his dragon was nearly as old as his Diasith. He would have to find out from Diasith who the man's dragon was. He sent a message to his dragon, staring at the Firelizard. Neras continued to flutter around his head but Tedaon saw only Diasith. Suddenly the smile became slightly crazed as he nodded his greeting to the other rider.
"T'aon, of Black Diasith. Perhaps you've heard of us? He is one of the oldest blacks in the Weyr." He replied with some cheerfulness to his tone, attempting to demonstrate his casual air, "I was a candidatemaster at one point but I came back to healing because I figured that Dalibor needed a few more."
Neras sqwaked suddenly and flew high up towards the ceiling in shock as he seemed to realise what was going on. The emotions he seemed to broadcast, as such, were ones of confusion. However, every time such a thing occurred Neras overcame it resignation. He knew there was not a thing he could do to help his bonded except remain by his side no matter how much he wanted to go between to escape. His eyes moved wildly as he hovered around the two men in a fretful manner.
T'aon looked up at Diasith with near maniacal fondness and then turned back to J'en. "Your dragon is not harmed?" He asked concernedly. Throughout this whole exchange, the only emotion that seemed to be shown in his eyes were distance. Although his outward emotions, or those he attempted to demonstrate, were purely concerned or cheerful his eyes seemed dead.
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Post by claire on Feb 28, 2011 11:34:07 GMT -5
J'en nodded in satisfaction. The shoulder still ached and twinged whenever he moved it, but it wasn't all that bad. Especially not with the numbweed. Maybe give it a day or two, but he was pretty confident it'd be fine in no time. The sling wasn't really necessary at all, surely. He'd keep it on just long enough to keep the healers happy and then have it off once he was out of sight. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
"Good to meet you," J'en said. He hadn't heard anyone mention the pair yet, but he hadn't been at the weyr all that long. And there were plenty of blackriders around. "Can always use more healers," he agreed; "Keep the likes of me in one piece, eh?" It was only partly a joke. Though over the turns he'd washed up in the infirmary with gradually decreasing frequency, it still happened often enough that he'd known every healer in High Reaches by name. He glanced up in mild confusion as the flitter started getting agitated.
"Oh no, Nim's fine," he confirmed, "She's got a lot more common sense than I have." Understatement. "By which she insists I mean 'any at all'."
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Post by Boo on Mar 1, 2011 17:56:22 GMT -5
Neras had, by now settled down a little more, although his eyes still darted about in a manner of slight apprehension. Neras was accustomed to being addressed as though he was a dragon but his reaction was often very much similar each time. He flitted down and handed on Tedaon's shoulder, wings still open in an agitated manner. Now that Tedaon was no longer attempting to speak with him he seemed calmer.
T'aon laughed in a slightly hysterical manner. "Oh yes, Diasith here would think much the same." He replied jovially, gesturing to the firelizard, "Not to worry. We should have a drink. I'm certain there's some around here somewhere." He turned around swiftly and began searching in the cupboards for some of his hidden Benden Wine. He often managed to grab some when it was around and hide it away for some of his patients but this seemed like a far better use for it. A drink with another rider! One about as old as himself. He was sick of some of the younger riders running around like they knew everything, like they were in some way superior to himself.
He found a couple of bottles after a short while and turned back to J'en. Diasith had still to tell him about the dragon although 'Nim', obviously short for something, seemed to be fine, according to the rider. He dropped back into the seat once again holding a bottle for himself and handing the other over to J'en. "Here's to the dragons, hm?" He stated and held up the bottle as though making a toast.
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Post by claire on Mar 2, 2011 17:52:07 GMT -5
"Dragons, eh?" J'en said with a grin; "Always think they know better than us." His eyes flickered sideways in mild puzzlement; had the healer just gestured toward the flit? No. Surely not. Probably just a coincidence that the flitter had just happened to be in the way. He knew there had been a few times he'd unthinkingly gestured in Nim's general direction when referring to her. That was probably all it was.
No-one had ever accused him of being the most perceptive person in the world.
His grin widened as T'aon suggested a drink. Now there was an idea he could get behind. "Sounds like a plan," he replied brightly. So much for all the healers back home wittering on about how drink was bad for you. Alright so he wasn't twenty any more, and tended to suffer for it a bit more come morning than he once had, but there was still no harm in a glass or two once in a while. "Here's to the dragons," he agreed, raising the bottle he'd been handed. "Cheers."
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Post by Boo on Mar 3, 2011 17:49:10 GMT -5
T'aon placed the bottle between his legs and pulled the stopper out with his only hand. After the little toast, he took a great swig of the bottle and relaxed a little, now in his element with someone roughly his own age. How he missed the intelligent conversation in the Weyr... Even if he'd only met J'en because of his unfortunate mishap in the Weyr bowl. He could forgive him that small mistake, after all, he wasn't complaining to him about the fact that he was injured like the majority of people who walked into his humble little infirmary. He really needed to find out which candidates were supposed to be helping him anyway. As he took another large drink of the wine these thoughts left his mind.
All thoughts of the fact that he probably shouldn't be drinking left T'aon's mind entirely. If someone came in with an injury it hardly required him to be sober to fix. "I don't know where I would if I hadn't impressed Diasith." He smiled. Somewhere in his thoughts he realised that he probably wouldn't have been anywhere near where he was at the moment. He'd probably be in Healer Hall without his Diasith to help him.
He cleared his throat as he felt the wine taking slow effect on him. T'aon took only a short amount of wine to get drunk, especially when it was Benden Wine. He generally used the wine around the infirmary to dull the pain of patients so it wasn't exactly too bad that he had given the wine to J'en. It was medicinal. Definitely medicinal.
"I've gotta say, it is good to have someone older here. Usually I'm dealing with Weyrbrats or candidates who wouldn't know a wild wher from a watchwher." He spoke with some slight bitterness to his tone as he spoke but he forced a smile and, once again, it did not reach his eyes.
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Post by claire on Mar 3, 2011 18:29:50 GMT -5
J'en pulled the cork out with his teeth and let it drop, maneuvering with relative ease even with one arm in a sling; this was far from the first time he'd washed up in the infirmary in a similar state. He leaned back comfortably, the alcohol warming him pleasantly from the inside out and slightly muting the ache of the various injuries he'd come in with. Now that was what he called proper medical care. Who needed fellis when you had a nice quality bottle of Benden? A little drink in company now and then could cure many of life's ills.
"I'll definitely drink to that," J'en agreed fervently. In no small part because he knew exactly where he'd have been if he hadn't Impressed Nimueth: dead on the sands at seventeen. As it was the healers had barely got to them in time. More than a few others who should have been in his weyrling class hadn't been so lucky. It was rather sobering to think what might have been.
He nodded along to T'aon's complaint. Personally he'd never found the younger riders too annoying - fond thoughts of a certain blackrider back a High Reaches crossed his mind, provoking a smile - but he did understand the problem. "It's good to talk to someone else who's been around..." He trailed off, train of thought escaping him slightly at that smile. He couldn't pin it down, but there was something not quite right there.
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Post by Boo on Mar 3, 2011 19:39:41 GMT -5
T'aon nodded the smile faltering for the briefest moment as he noticed the smile that had crossed J'en's face. He thought he knew that smile from somewhere. It happened when memories passed his own mind. Certainly, it seemed to be a smile that riders reserved for Flights. He got to his feet for a moment, searching for another bottle of wine already thinking that by the time the day was over he'd need a lot more wine than that in his hand to overcome the mounting emotions. Diasith jumped into the air as T'aon got to his feet. As his back was turned he dipped his head slightly and took several deep breaths, resting his head on a shelf. "Yeah, you see my point, it's great talking to someone who's seen it all." He replied with a jovial tone.
He turned back to J'en the smile planted back on his face as he just about drank the remaining wine in his bottle. He laughed again, deciding to bring the attention back to J'en if he could. "I've seen a smile like that before." He stated cheerfully, "Do you miss your old Weyr?"
Neras watched Tedaon, his bonded and nuzzled his face as he felt some of the emotions of affection through their bond. He wrapped his tail around Tedaon's neck and settled down more than he had been prior pulling in his wings in a resigned fashion. He drooped his head a little keeping himself calm although his tail was flicking back and forth every now and then.
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Post by claire on Mar 3, 2011 20:02:59 GMT -5
"Oh yeah," J'en said a little distractedly; "Been there done that." He frowned into his wine, not quite able to shake the feeling that something was off, but dismissed it a moment later with a mental shrug. It was probably nothing important whatever it was. He shifted the sling a little awkwardly and took another sip from the bottle. Shards that was good Benden. He was surprised that quality like that had made it out here; shipping it across the ocean must have been quite an operation. But then he knew better than to underestimate the lengths people were willing to go to for a good wine, even on a recently colonised continent.
He glanced up at the question. "Hmm?" Smiling? He hadn't even realised. "I suppose so. It's been pretty good here so far, but we left a lot of friends behind at High Reaches." Friends, and old and fond enemies. His teenage self, he thought with amusement, would have been utterly scornful and disgusted by the thought of ever actually missing I'ben and Baraheth. But who was going to keep them on their toes now? Not to mention that life was going to be far less interesting if there weren't any stunt fliers at Dalibor who could give them a challenge like H'cup and Tuthleth.
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Post by Boo on Mar 3, 2011 21:53:58 GMT -5
T'aon smiled as he finished the remaining dregs of his first bottle of wine. He realised, belatedly, that the wine he had grabbed was not Benden... It was coming into the end of spring so the new harvest of Benden should have been ready in a few months. There was probably another bottle lying around somewhere but now that he had already returned to his seat he wasn't about to search for it. Besides, he should have probably saved them for a rainy day as it were. Perhaps the kitchen had some more and he could get some later. As long as he was using it medicinally they didn't really care. In actual fact, most of them didn't know what to say to Tedaon when he wandered around looking for wine. Generally, a rider or two would bring him some as a thank you for various deeds done.
"I know, I miss my brother in Telgar Weyr." He stopped for a moment, attempting to correct his slurred speech with some success so that when he spoke again, he actually sounded a little more sober, "And my family in some of the Holds... It's good though, you can just go between and see them right?"
As always, Tedaon was becoming a little more talkative as he drank and, what was more, he was becoming a little too apparent with his emotions. He shook his head for a moment and smiled again blinking a little. Neras licked his bonded's face causing Tedaon to jump a little but also for him to be brought back to where he was. He smiled again and laughed a little. "But it's always good to go somewhere new and start over. New people to heal, huh? Places to explore." He chuckled as he spoke.
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Post by claire on Mar 5, 2011 15:00:17 GMT -5
J'en took another drink and nodded in agreement, thinking of Renara back in the candidate barracks at High Reaches...to say nothing of the rest of his family back at the Hold. He was grateful that between made distance less of an obstacle to visiting them even if he still didn't get out to see them as often as he'd like. Strange the way time seemed to slip away from you without you even realising. Sometimes you really did have to look back and wonder where in between the turns had gone.
He paused and looked into the bottle suspiciously. What was in that stuff? He didn't usually start getting philosophical until he'd had a lot more.
A snort of laughter escaped him as T'aon jumped at the flit licking him. At least the little black wasn't going nuts like before. He had no idea what had got into it. "Yeah, it's good to get out and see somewhere new," he agreed. "A fresh start and all that." It had certainly been interesting if nothing else, settling into the new weyr and meeting new people. He felt he was beginning to get the hang of the place; making himself at home. "How long have you been here then?"
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Post by Boo on Mar 6, 2011 18:53:28 GMT -5
T'aon pushed Diasith away a little and petted his muzzle with the stump of his arm. It was more of a half hug rather than a pat but it seemed to make Diasith rather happy regardless because he chirruped happily and crooned relaxing a little. He didn't honestly know what would have happened if Diasith had really disappeared that day. As it happened, he was still uncertain even now why his brother had lied to him in the infirmary. No matter though, it had done him no harm as his Diasith was still around and no harm had been done. He smiled when J'en agreed with him and nodded a little.
"I've been here for about three years now." He replied dipping his head a little in a nod, "It took me a while to get used to things..." He grinned and rubbed his eyes a little with his arm. "Diasith and I just decided that we needed to get away from Telgar, get to know some of the other Dragons in Pern. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to stay a candidate master. Diasith had no complaints to that though." He looked up at the black sitting on his shoulder with a fond smile.
"Neither do I really. I had come here to be a healer so that's what I'd be." He continued after a moment, "It does surprise me just how many people have to come here though. I suspect I'll be busy in the next Fall though if I'm not fighting Thread with Diasith."
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Post by claire on Mar 7, 2011 15:07:07 GMT -5
"This place does take a bit of getting used to," J'en said. "It's pretty...different." Not just the new colours either. There were the weird bug things in the lake, the stories of renegade riders and dragon battles and all sorts of other insanity. It was in part the rumours of this very tendency towards the strange and unusual that had tipped his choice of where to transfer to in favour of Dalibor. The more established Weyrs hadn't sounded all that different from High Reaches. The stories of Dalibor had had a touch of the mysterious about them.
"Candidate master eh? That must have been interesting." He grinned, thinking of some of the havoc he and his fellow candidates had wreaked back in the day. In hindsight he had absolutely no idea how the candidate master at High Reaches had put up with them. "Probably a good idea having fewer things to stay on top of though. Healer and rider sounds like enough, especially with the Fall coming." Of course he couldn't anticipate exactly how it would be any more than the rest of them - no-one could really, not with the last Threadfall so far out of living memory - but it seemed likely to get messy. The healers would probably be run off their feet.
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Post by Boo on Mar 9, 2011 22:39:49 GMT -5
T'aon laughed slight hints of hysteria still in the way he responded. It was true his craft was certainly in high demand. He himself was required for so many things as a rider. Reliving the moments of the past certainly served to nicely distract him from what was his reality. Talking about his past exploits removed much of what, in the back of his mind, he realised was his life. No point dwelling on what wasn't real though. His face seemed to become far more set in maintaining his smile. The next Fall would certainly show what his healing skills were made of. He would have to begin getting a lot more numbweed in stock, especially since it was the most common healing salve required for Thread scores.
"It will be tough... But isss what we've all trained for. I'll be needed here most though... How's the arm feel now? and the ribs?" He redirected a little back on J'en. J'en didn't seem to be feeling all that bad, looking at him. It probably hadn't been all that bad at all but there was no need to leave him sitting there bleeding and aching simply because it wasn't too deadly. Any small wound could, after all, become rather fatal if left alone for too long. The arm and ribs would probably heal up nicely in about a week as they generally seemed to.
He was wondering whether he should take Diasith to meet Nim. It would be lovely for Diasith and Nim to meet one another. Diasith had been finding it a little tough to become closer to the other dragons. He was older than most of them so it would be good if he met some of the other older dragons. Well, of course, they always knew one another but Diasith really needed to meet those he would be fighting with. All of them needed to he supposed.
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Post by claire on Mar 10, 2011 16:37:53 GMT -5
Nodding along in agreement, the sudden change in the direction of the conversation took him unawares a little. "It's not so bad," he replied, rolling his shoulder cautiously and then poking speculatively at his ribs. Truth be told it still sharding hurt, but it was nothing a bit more Benden wouldn't fix up just fine. He'd heal up an his own after all. That was one of the wonderful things about bodies. He would have regretted bothering the healers with it if the healer in question hadn't been a decent source of conversation and nicely generous with the wine. Willingness to share alcohol was a quality J'en deeply appreciated in anyone.
"I'm fine," he concluded more decisively, taking another drink from the flask. It was still about half full, and he didn't really intend to drink much more; he had his own perfectly adequate stash, and it was very poor form to polish off someone's booze even if it was freely offered. "A bit battered, but I'm reliably informed it's no more than I deserve." Pain is nature's way of telling you that you've done something extremely stupid, Mine. I live in hope that one day you'll take the hint. J'en sighed. "It sounds like I have a sulking dragon to go sweet-talk," he said to T'aon with an exaggerated air of mournfulness.
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Post by Boo on Mar 10, 2011 18:25:34 GMT -5
T'aon nodded a little, understanding entirely how dragons could be when their riders were injured. He also knew that Nim was undoubtedly concerned for J'en simply because that was the normal reaction each dragon had to their riders. He would hardly keep J'en in here longer than was necessary, he couldn't afford to upset the dragons. If something happened during Threadfall it was imperative that each dragon trusted him so he could treat them if need be. He wouldn't cause any problems between himself and Riders or their dragons. Diasith could probably set them straight but it was tough to tell whether or not other dragons would happily listen to a Black.
"'s all good. I understand completely. Just, make sure that if anything keeps aching you come back here. I don' think people will be happy if 're going between with injuries." He responded after a moment. He had given up on keeping the slur out of his speech, or perhaps it was more that he no longer noticed it. He was certainly still able to think well enough, just when the thoughts went into words they tended to become less than useful in displaying exactly what he was thinking.
"I'll be right here, all the time. Diasith also if you ever needda chat." He smiled again and drooped his head a little. "Or I could introduce Diasith to Nim. That'd be good..."
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Post by claire on Mar 13, 2011 11:37:11 GMT -5
"Don't worry, I'm sure Nim'll have me straight back down here if she sees fit," J'en replied, glancing in the direction of where he knew she was lurking anxiously in the weyr bowl. Too right I will, she responded firmly. And don't you dare complain. If you didn't do these things to yourself then I wouldn't have to keep herding you to the infirmary.
Well that was fair enough really. With a mental shrug he cast a swift grin at T'aon. "Sure I'll be seeing you again soon," he said, rising a little gingerly to his feet. He was honest enough with himself to readily admit that he would likely wind up back in the infirmary again before too long...and many times after that in all probability. He set the flask back down and nodded in acknowledgement; " Thanks for the Benden." Excellent Benden it had been too. It might be worth the odd injury for quality like that.
"Have a good night." Tossing off a lazy little half salute, he headed for the door. Though he was still limping somewhat it was not nearly as painful or pronounced as it had been before. Wonderful stuff, numbweed. Made life easier for everyone involved. "See you round."
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Post by Boo on Mar 13, 2011 16:33:29 GMT -5
T'aon nodded and smiled a little. At least the riders had their dragons to pester them. There was only so much he could do himself to ensure that his patients actually did what he requested of them. Especially the riders who, more often than not, would rather continue going about their daily business. T'aon had been much the same when he had had the unfortunate accident in the kitchens causing the loss of his arm. Of course, that had been a little different and Diasith had refused to take him between no matter how much he tried to ask the dragon. He looked towards Diasith now and smiled fondly once again. He laughed when J'en said he would probably be seeing him again soon. Oh boy, he hoped not because that meant that something was wrong...
"Would be nice to see you somewhere other than here though..." He replied, "Hopefully you won't wind up in my humble infirmary once more." He nodded a with some weariness but he would have to stay awake if only because there were a couple of healers around. He couldn't really afford to sleep on the job. There were a few things the Weyrwoman and Headwoman were tolerant of and sleeping when there was work to be done wasn't one of them.
He got to his feet, swaying only slightly and shook his head a little. "Don't mention it. I was probably only going to drink it all myself anyway." He replied. There was a feeling in his gut that he couldn't quite suppress. It was a crippling feeling of hopelessness but he maintained the smile on his features as he waved back to J'en. "Yes, you too..." He nodded a little, smile faltering for the briefest of flashes as he went to check on another patient. He would probably have to sober up before taking care of too many people but there was plenty of time for that. There was always time for everything... He had nothing other than time.
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