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Post by Boo on Apr 23, 2011 4:38:02 GMT -5
The rocks bounced across the water, once, twice, three times. He sighed and walked away from the water’s edge. It was good to be out of the infirmary. He’d not been out for sometime now. One mauled candidate, a few injured riders and more than his fair share of Weyrbrats asking for some attention. The only real joy he had was when someone walked back into the infirmary almost completely healed. Or when he was able to bring a new life into the world. Those latter moments in particular were few for him…
He felt like a candidate once more, standing here tossing rocks across the Lake. Of course, having been from Telgar almost his whole life, things were a little different from when he had been a candidate. He saw candidates rushing around the Lower Caverns all the time, half the time convinced they had just stolen something. Most cases they had, taking things from the Kitchens was at least one constant across all the Weyrs for the candidates.
He grinned at the memory of himself and a few choice friends messing around with some of the kitchens staff only to receive payback. They’d received some very interesting tasting Wherry Beast stew. In all seriousness there had merely been too much spice but the Kitchen staff took great delight in telling the teens that they were eating Flitters. Tedaon still wondered whether they had indeed been fed Firelizard that day… Suffice to say, they had not bothered the kitchen staff following that event. He wondered whether the same things still happened within the Weyr. At that moment he slipped in the mud and felt a sharp pain in his ankle and right hand as he tried to stop himself.
He grunted when he hit the ground and, like a petulant child, splashed the mud with his hands causing himself even more pain. Now he remembered why he stayed in the infirmary most of the time. He grimaced as he attempted to get to his feet, slipping once more. His teeth were almost bared in both annoyance and pain. Surely there would be someone around to help him. He would have called Neras but didn’t want to bother the creature too much… He needed to get around without the animal once in a while. He couldn’t rely on him for everything.
With that, he held his injured arm close to himself and began using his stump of an arm to crawl through the mud. How dignified. Journeyman Healer Tedaon crawling on stump and knees through the mud back to the Weyr no doubt to collapse at the feet of some higher up. He stopped every now and then to catch his breath and then continued on his dignified way.
“Yep. Go out to the lake. Take a look around. Get some fresh air so you don’t catch a disease from working in the infirmary. What could possibly go wrong? Clearly nothing. No nothing bad ever happens outside.” He talked to himself as he crawled along shaking his head. In all seriousness, it almost looked at though he was trying to be a dog…
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Post by Cathaline on Apr 26, 2011 19:07:46 GMT -5
It was Atenna's custom to take a walk near the lake every week or so, ostensibly to check for injured animals, although in practice she rarely found any. Mostly, she found herself in need of brief breaks. She worked herself to the bone, and whenever she found herself distraught or overwhelmed, she walked it off. At least, that was the theory. She would likely be a great deal better off if she simply avoided that level of stress in the first place, but then her self-confidence would take a hit from feeling like she'd shirked her duties.
The Journeyman Herder was naturally attuned to the world around her at times like these, just in case she did hear the soft cries of an ill creature. But what she heard was, in fact, very human mumbling. The land was fairly open, and it didn't take her long to hurry over to Tedaon. She suppressed a smile - he really did look like a crawling canine, but no doubt when he was obviously in distress, the last thing he wanted was to hear a cheerful simile.
"Hallo, Tedaon," she said. Not that they knew each other well - he probably had no idea who she was, she reflected - but she'd dropped by the infirmary in the past, so of course she could recognise him on sight. He was rather distinctive, with his arm and all. "Do you need some help?" Silly question - that much was obvious - but she really meant what sort. She was a beasthealer and knew a bit about human anatomy, but she wasn't sure how hurt he was and if she could help in that manner. Could she assist him back to the Weyr, or run for someone to bring out a stretcher? That was the real question here.
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Post by Boo on Apr 27, 2011 2:23:35 GMT -5
Tedaon continued to crawl along, muttering to himself but still so determined that he would reach the Weyr again, he did not even notice someone walking around nearby. He was beginning to feel faint from pain and paused a moment, head hanging and then continued dragging himself through the mud. When he heard a cheerful greeting he just about laid a dragon egg he was so surprised. He slipped, however, and wound up with his whole arm mud covered. He rolled over to sit, still cradling his now mud covered arm and squinted up. He spotted a female. She looked somewhat familiar. "You're the one who always loiters around in the infirmary aren't you?" He asked with some hint of delirium caused by the pain.
It was not strictly the truth, for he had seen her around the infirmary every now and then but he had no clue exactly who she was. He couldn't quite remember and he was feeling somewhat dizzy from the pain. He blinked, thinking perhaps she was an apparition and then just sat there. He really seemed to have regressed somewhat as he stared blankly at the woman before him. "Ah. Help. Uh huh." He looked about himself vaguely, "I should help myself. I know how. Why aren't I helping myself. I suppose that's the problem with healers. Lotsa knowledge but some of it can't really be applied to everything. Maybe there's some things around here to use."
He threw his head to the side and stared at the mud for a second. "Nuh. Nuthin'" He then looked back at the apparition for this was what he now accepted her to be and then laughed. How was an apparition going to help him!? More importantly, why was he having a hallucination about her... He observed her then closely, keeping an eye out for anything unusual.
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Post by Cathaline on Apr 27, 2011 2:35:55 GMT -5
Atenna did laugh at that. "I wouldn't say always, but you've treated me for bites and scratches in the past, yes," she said. "I'm Atenna." Introductions weren't important now, though; whether he was slightly mad from pain or whether his delirium was something more serious, it was difficult to say. He didn't look like he'd been trapped out here for terribly long, and it usually took some time for a broken bone to infect the blood, but who knew? One should never assume anything in medicine, no matter who or what one was caring for.
Clearly she should start with his ankle, though, or with whatever was causing him to be unable to walk. She crouched down in the mud, entirely uncaring of how much splashed on her clothes, though he was careful to keep her hands clean just in case she came into contact with any open wounds. "Well," she said, toying with a piece of her headscarf - bright red today - "if you instructed me on any pertinent differences between humans and canines, I can probably wrap up your ankle. Leg. Whatever it is you've hurt out here." She didn't want to leave him behind to fetch more help while he was in this state, so enabling him to limp back to the Weyr in a more timely fashion was a much better idea.
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Post by Boo on Apr 27, 2011 5:27:35 GMT -5
Tedaon forced himself to focus knowing that the pain was merely making him entirely unable to think. He had experienced this only a few times before. Once when he had popped his elbow out, another his thumb and the final time had been the worst... When he had lost his arm. Of course, the last time had resulted in a worse injury. Of course, the delirium was not severe and, growing a little more accustomed to the pain it was beginning to dull, only because he was sitting extremely still. He was fairly certain that he had popped his ankle and popped it back in when he had started crawling. In theory, it would probably just bruise but it was still painful to him and therefore he found it tough to think straight.
"Um... Ankle... Right..." He closed his eyes for a while, clearing his mind, "I think I need it wrapped... Probably tight... Why are things moving?" He asked the last part quietly and then shook his head. He felt a little sick... But he figured that he wouldn't die out here unless a Wher decided to attack them. The thought made him shudder a little and he looked back at the woman. "Atenna... Animals right? Herder?" He asked.
He hated being the patient, had always hated it. Ever since people had crowded around him three turns ago after his injury he couldn't stand being treated for anything. Then again, he wasn't in the infirmary at least... As much as he had wanted to be before, and there was only one person here whom he just recalled was a Herder. He knew that he'd seen her around before. He had to focus now, tell her what to do. "It's my ankle... I'm pretty sure I popped it out... It's back in now though..." He muttered.
He wasn't going to look at it knowing that there would be some swelling. His wrist was only jarred from the impact and was beginning to get better. "Not much difference between me and a canine." He replied trying to smile, "Both pretty silly..."
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Post by Cathaline on Apr 27, 2011 12:39:40 GMT -5
Atenna wouldn't be a beasthealer if she was at all squeamish, so she would have happily popped his ankle in again if necessary; still, probably a good thing it wasn't. Looking around at his query, she decided, "They're probably moving because you're dizzy, or else they're standing still because I am. But really, I think probably you're dizzy."
Beaming at the recognition, she nodded. "Journeyman Herder," she said. No doubt he knew because he'd treated her for animal-related injuries, not because she was doing such a brilliant job people were starting to notice it. She wanted so badly for it to be the latter, though, that she made herself believe it, at least for now. "That's not too bad, then. You don't think it's broken?" Just in case it was, she was careful when she tugged his boot off to have a closer look, giggling when he compared himself to a canine. "Well, there are a few differences - you're likely better behaved for one, and human feet are shaped differently. But I'm quite capable of this, and you can tell me if I do somehow manage to do it wrong."
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Post by Boo on Apr 27, 2011 19:58:10 GMT -5
Tedaon shook his head a little at the question about his leg being broken. He was pretty certain that it would still be jutting out of his leg if that was the case. Although, he hadn't really looked at his leg in close inspection. Although he faced these types of injuries all the time he'd not had many himself in a while. He could deal with fixing other people's injuries but when he felt the pain himself it was always tougher. He moved his leg a little so that it was further from his body... He had by now decided that she would probably be better at fixing his leg at the moment especially seeing as both his hands were useless.
He smiled when she said he was better behaved than a dog and winced a little when she pulled his boot off. It was not extremely forceful and he knew it had to come off or he'd wind up with a permanent shoe. "Dogs can do more tricks than me. I guess I can beg though. Can't shake hands at the moment." He replied softly with a small chuckle. He was fairly certain he would not have to tell her anything. Although their anatomy was different he had faith that she knew, at least vaguely, what she was doing. He kept thinking things so he'd focus on what was happening, wondering what she was doing out at the lake and what he should tell her.
"I know you're capable of it." He replied. It was almost a throwaway comment but it meant a lot to him. He knew that she needed confidence and, he did believe it. Not just anyone became a Journeyman. He was one himself. He knew what was expected in their role even if their crafts were vastly different.
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Post by Cathaline on Apr 27, 2011 22:48:32 GMT -5
"I wouldn't try rolling over, either, if I were you," Atenna said with a grin. She examined his ankle carefully, but however badly he'd sprained it, the bones hadn't broken the skin. That was a very good sign. The swelling had already started, and it would likely remain quite painful for some time, but she had some hope that she could bind it well enough for him to hop back home for a proper healer to see to him. She'd had lessons at Healer Hall, but it had been a very long time since she'd applied any of them to a fellow human being, and she didn't want to make this worse.
Figuring that keeping him talking - and distracted - would help, she chattered on as her hands worked. She bound his ankle tightly the way she'd been taught, doing her best not to hurt him, though doing it properly was of course more important. If he fainted, she could always toss water in his face, after all. "I did have lessons and such in human anatomy at one time, of course, but I haven't had much chance to put that into practice, for obvious reasons. Still, this doesn't seem so bad. I'm sure you'll be just fine. Were you having a nice time out here before you twisted your ankle?"
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Post by Boo on Apr 27, 2011 23:26:29 GMT -5
Tedaon listened to her talking, feeling a little calmer. He also thought about the fact that she had trained in healing. It would be somewhat useful to have more healers in the infirmary, especially seeing that Thread was on the horizon. He wouldn't be fighting it though. He was needed in the infirmary to heal the riders and dragons that needed it. He'd read enough about Threadscore to understand that more healers were better... In the Weyr there was a greater need for healers than riders. Or that's what he thought anyway. She had begun binding his ankle and Tedaon was reminded once more that he was the patient. He blinked, closing his eyes tight and then opened them again to dull the pain and dizziness.
He huffed a little when she asked whether he'd had a nice time before slipping in the mud. When he actually thought about it he had indeed been having a decent time but with the injury he was reluctant to admit it. "I guess... Just throwing stones. I was thinking of the time when I was a candidate... Course, I wasn't in Dalibor at the time. Some things..." He trailed off and smiled. Some things just reminded him of other times. Even walking into the Dining Hall after a hatching to congratulate those who'd impressed.
He could feel the compression of the bandage causing pain yet dulling it. Pressing down on the swelling of the injury. He'd be able to walk on it, hobble his way back to the Weyr... Of course, he would probably need some help...
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Post by Cathaline on Apr 27, 2011 23:40:04 GMT -5
There was no doubt in Atenna's mind that once the Thread started falling, she would be needed. She was a Herder, not a Healer, but even her minor abilities with humans - and dragons - could help. Even if she merely took care of wrapping small injuries like this or dispensing herbs, she would be freeing the real healers to work with those who were scored. And she was busy and stressed out now! Things would get much worse in a turn or so. Much, much worse.
"Dalibor's my first weyr," she admitted; she'd never been Searched, never spent any time around dragons before being assigned here to continue her practical studies. She was well aware that she could be called back and reassigned at any time, but that was unlikely to happen, unless she did a terrible job. And she didn't think she was all that bad. "I feel a bit lost sometimes - obviously there's plenty for a Herder to do here, but I'm not a dragonhealer or anything like that. The closest I've come is taking care of some firelizards." The principle ought to be the same for dragons, though.
Once she'd ascertained that the edges of the scarf wouldn't come undone, she settled back on her heels. "I think that's the best I can do out here," she said. "Rest a minute and then we can try getting you on your feet."
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Post by Boo on Apr 28, 2011 3:30:51 GMT -5
Tedaon looked at her handiwork, the makeshift bandage was working quite well, keeping his foot fairly still. He looked at her when she mentioned Dalibor was her first Weyr. And what an interesting experience to have at one's first Weyr... The assassinations only a few months before. Or was it weeks? It was odd how the work he was required to do seemed to push these problems even further into the past. He smiled and stayed where he was, as she suggested. It was probably the better idea as he was fairly certain that he wouldn't be able to make it back to the Weyr after he had dragged himself through the mud for those couple of meters.
"And there are plenty of those wandering around the Weyr," Tedaon replied. He knew exactly how important pets were to a person. It didn't surprise him that she'd had to patch a few up. Some of the more energetic ones managed to get themselves into a lot of trouble. Not to mention that the little creatures also had some violent Flights. Those were not restricted only to Whers and Dragons after all. "Dalibor's my second. I was at Telgar before. It's um... Well it's pretty different for me here. Different duties and things to do."
He was trying to make conversation, distract him from the pain and it was working marvelously. He'd have to put in some sort of commendation for her work. She was handling it well considering that she was not trained in the skill... It just proved that a number of crafts were, in some ways similar. A weaver could possibly stitch something if needed, and the Herder could care for all manner of animals.
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Post by Cathaline on Apr 28, 2011 13:14:48 GMT -5
Oh, yes, Dalibor was quite the experience, but Atenna was enjoying her time here, overall. On occasion she remembered that horrible night and wondered vaguely what was yet to come, but for the most part, she tried to focus on her work. There was no point speculating about the future; the fallout from the assassinations was for the Weyrleaders and Weyrwomen to handle. They knew much better than she what all that had been about.
And there were other new things, too. She'd been quite startled the first time she saw a pillie bug, since obviously she had no training whatsoever in how to care for them. She hadn't quite realized, either, how violent flights could get, especially when the creatures were as big as dragons. But it was natural for them, after all, and that was why they did have dragonhealers around the place.
"It seems like they're everywhere," Atenna said with a grin. She was now quite used to seeing them flitting about, and as long as they weren't causing too much trouble - or permanent damage to themselves or others - it pleased her to see them. "Telgar? I can imagine that would be quite different." A different climate, a different environment due to not being on an island or in a newer, smaller Weyr...and of course, she recalled, he'd had a dragon before, hadn't he? Or was she thinking of somebody else? That would be the ultimate in difference, but she didn't want to depress him by bringing it up outright. So instead she said, "I suppose you must be hoping we don't have any more awful nights like those assassinations, yes?"
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Post by Boo on Apr 28, 2011 19:22:59 GMT -5
Tedaon nodded with a chuckle. It was almost impossible to walk down the halls without seeing at least one Flitter wandering about doing their own thing. He knew that there were some people in the Weyr, mostly females, who had about seven Flitts, flying around at the ceiling making them look quite mad. He thought there was one Greenrider in particular who seemed to have a whole pack of them. He was perfectly happy with Neras though. He couldn't think about actually having another Flitt to add to Neras. It would be far too crazy for him to handle. He nodded in response to her question about the assassinations. He was really not looking forward to nights like that. Staying awake for what seemed like days... He imagined that they would have similar nights once Thread fell. He would have talked about it but he figured it wasn't all that good to dwell on the past like that...
"Telgar was fairly good. Although, I enjoyed the environment, being closer to the beaches is fun. Easier to get there." He replied, "So, if this is your first Weyr... Where were you before?" He was curious to know simply because he'd not met many people where Dalibor had been their first Weyr. Especially considering that it was rather far away from most of the other Weyrs. It would be tough to get help easily from the other Weyrs in the Turns to come but he guessed that with dragons able to Between... They'd survive.
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Post by Cathaline on Apr 28, 2011 19:40:02 GMT -5
The people with entire fairs of flitters baffled Atenna somewhat; she had no pets of her own, largely because she feared not being able to devote the time and attention they deserved. Naturally if she came across a hatching firelizard or an animal in need of an owner, she wasn't going to say no, but how some people could handle being beholden to quite so many pets...it was a good thing when they were caring owners, and it infuriated her when it led to neglect.
"Well, I was born at Ista Hold," she said cheerfully, "and of course I spent many turns at Keroon at Herder Hall. Once I'd made journeyman and chosen to specialize in beasthealing, they sent me to Healer Hall for a little while, and then I was assigned here. I'd never really been around dragons before, but I suppose, with Dalibor and its holds being so new, they're in need of crafters." And there was more to do here for a Herder than laymen typically realized - it wasn't all caring for other people's pets. The vast herds that fed the dragons needed to be watched over, because if they became contaminated with illness and it was discovered too late, it could be a catastrophe of epic proportions. She was, by now, growing quite accustomed to the Weyr-specific parts of her job, new as it had all been when she first arrived.
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Post by Boo on Apr 28, 2011 23:02:41 GMT -5
Tedaon listened to what she had to say. He had been to Keroon once or twice in his time, to conduct some business for his Weyr. It was the odd job, taking transfers to the Hold... Or some other people back to the Hold. This was a rather irregular happening. In all the years he'd been a rider it had only happened twice. Usually Diasith had been willing to oblige but the Black disliked going Between unless necessary. Even with the possibility of traveling anywhere on Pern it all came down to whether one wanted to risk it. Tedaon didn't often wish to risk his dragon for adventures.
"That was part of the reason I transferred here. I'd figured they might need some help..." Tedaon agreed. Everything was a little tougher in the Weyr. This he knew from looking at the work his parents did in the Hold. Tedaon shifted a little and tested his leg a little with some curiosity. It truly had been a long time since he'd had an injury. He'd had the odd scratch from a dragon he'd been working on. Sometimes when checking their teeth he might scrape his arm but most of those injuries had been simple enough to fix.
"It is good to have more Herders around. With how many beasts the dragons love to eat each... They must get unmanageable at times..." Tedaon commented with interest. He'd always wondered how the herders actually cared for the beasts and then saw them disappear when the dragons descended on the hunting fields.
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Post by Cathaline on Apr 28, 2011 23:16:11 GMT -5
Atenna noticed him shifting and glanced down at his ankle. She didn't want to pressure him to get up and go before he was ready, so she said nothing; the last thing she wanted was for him to grow faint and pass out on the way back. Admittedly that could happen anyway, but at least if he was the one to decide it was time to head out, it wouldn't be her fault! Besides, they were having a nice conversation, so there was no rush, as long as no wild whers came sniffing about or anything.
For her part, she'd long since accepted the circle of life. Dragons had to eat, the same as herdbeasts, and you couldn't just starve them because they happened to be carnivorous. That, and dragons were absolutely necessary to Pern for the coming Threadfall. If the beasts of the field didn't do their part - being eaten - then everything would die in the end. The way she saw it, it was her job to give them the most pleasant and healthy life she could, and not to interfere with the nature of things. "Oh, yes," she agreed. "Sometimes the fences break and they all go milling about everywhere, and suchlike. The real worry is sickness, of course, spreading through the herd. The last thing anyone wants is for something like that to pass to the dragons, or to us when they're slaughtered, so we have to keep an eye out for any warning signs."
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Post by Boo on Apr 29, 2011 3:20:25 GMT -5
Tedaon hadn't really thought too much about the fact that if a sick herdbeast was eaten by a dragon so many people could potentially become ill. He supposed that he should have known it but it still surprised him a little. It certainly made sense and, in addition, told him he should spend some time amongst the Herdbeasts to understand a little more about healing different animals. Apart from that he knew he should further his training. He spent enough time in the Infirmary after all. As he was testing his ankle, the pain made him feel a little dizzy again so he stopped. He figured that if he couldn't even put pressure on it whilst seated he probably wouldn't be able to walk on it. Yet, he understood the need to get back to the Weyr and infirmary for proper treatment.
He decided to wait it out for a little longer. It was more important to get back to the Weyr without passing out. He wasn't sure he wanted to be carried back or, alternatively, left here while his saviour went to get help. "Huh... I'd say that people are different but sometimes I'm not so sure. Course, we don't eat people so the fear of cross contamination is not so much of a problem." He responded with a hint of humour, "It sounds tough... It's not what I'd have imagined really."
And it wasn't. He'd always thought the beasts rather placid... Sitting around but still knew that when dragons descended there must have been chaos. It would be tough to keep them under control when that happened. Broken fences could result in an entire stock gone...
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Post by Cathaline on Apr 29, 2011 4:37:31 GMT -5
Most people tended to ignore herdbeasts while they were still alive, which struck Atenna as a grave injustice. They weren't very smart creatures, but they could be quite sweet at times, and even if they were destined to end up in someone else's stomach, they deserved love and care while they were still alive.
As far as waiting went, they had plenty of time. It wasn't growing dark out yet, and unless they were set upon by wild animals, there shouldn't be too much danger. Not that exposure was great for anyone, but as long as he was wrapped up well enough, he ought to be okay. At least, Atenna hoped so. She laughed at the mention of cannibalism and said, "Well, of course, we can catch things from one another without ingesting each other, the way we can't with animals. I think it goes right over a lot of people's heads that it's possible to catch something from a herdbeast in any way, really, which is a shame." She shook her head at his comment. "It's not what most people think. I say Herder, and you'd better believe most people assume I pet canines all day."
Oh, they had the same drama and range of personalities as any other species, Atenna knew. Just because they tended to be a bit slow and docile, people underestimated them. The nice thing about being in a Weyr was that they could often round up lost beasts without too much trouble or loss, but that didn't make a stampede any better.
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Post by Boo on May 1, 2011 2:40:00 GMT -5
He knew that people could catch things from one another but didn't bother to say so. He figured that she'd probably guess that herself. Then again... He'd never truly been all that intelligent. Sure, he knew things but some logic escaped him at times. Then again, he also guessed it was easier to catch diseases from things eaten that other people sneezing on you. There were just some small things that he could never quite understand. He knew how diseases were passed, how to cure them but it was still tough to actually understand how one person could become ill and another perfectly healthy.
"Perhaps I should visit the Fields sometime. See how to really manage things. Probably safer there than here..." He gestured sadly to his leg, "With all the people around I mean." He smiled, indicating that he was joking. He held no delusions that the muddy banks of the lake were more dangerous than over several hundred Herdbeasts charging down the field in a frenzy as a gigantic, angered Gold descended upon them with almost no semblance of order.
He liked spending time away from the Riders. With another crafter. Sometimes the riders drifted off mid-conversation and he knew precisely where that went. He disliked the feeling of being left out of a conversation yet knew the feeling of having a living thing interjecting thoughts into his mind. Yet he still hated seeing the smiles and being left out of the loop if it were. Being around someone... Like him... He enjoyed it.
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Post by Cathaline on May 1, 2011 2:57:10 GMT -5
There were always mysteries in life, and Atenna couldn't claim to be an expert on human-to-human transmission of disease in the slightest, but she knew full well that there were dangers in contaminated meat - whether it had been contaminated prior to the animal's slaughter or not. Beasthealing would be a somewhat less important specialty if one could just shrug it off without worry when a herdbeast happened to drop dead, just because they would've ended up dead anyhow.
"It's always safer with people around, and usually happier too," Atenna said cheerfully. "Of course, sometimes you just want to take a solitary walk. It's just a pity it's so slippery out here. Of course, you should definitely avoid the Fields when there's a flight on." And of course, flights were really quite common, and a gold was due to rise soon too. He would be far better off just about anywhere than spectating for that event, at least not from ground level. The Herders did their best to control the beasts and keep them contained, but accidents did happen.
It was rather nice to sit and chat like this, though circumstances were far from perfect. Atenna always enjoyed making new friends, and it really was a lot simpler when those friends didn't have a lifemate in their head. She liked dragons and she liked riders, but she would never truly be able to understand what that was like. Not like Tedaon did, and having it and losing it must be infinitely worse.
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Post by Boo on May 4, 2011 18:09:41 GMT -5
He'd seen flights from the perspective of a Healer and Rider and they were not necessarily events he enjoyed from either side. Losing control like one did in a flight was something he detested. On the healer side of things, it was difficult to accept that the beautiful creatures that protected Pern were capable of such violence. He'd experienced that one first hand too... Sure, he’d always known what they were capable of and how dangerous they, like all creatures, were… But seeing the Flight and how Wingmate could turn on Wingmate concerned him more than anything. Some dragons held grudges and some couldn’t care less. He’d seen more than his fair share of aggressive Greens.
“Oh, there’s a flight just about every other day here isn’t there? I don’t think I ever truly noticed when there were flights in Telgar. Diasith only chose to chase a few of the Dragons… He showed some interest in all of them but didn’t seem to enjoy chasing any dragon but Green and Pink.” Tedaon offered with a smile, devoid of emotion, “I hear that a Gold’s going to rise soon. That’s got to be exciting for most.”
It was exciting for him too. He did enjoy knowing that more Riders were joining the ranks… He just detested actually meeting them for too long. Seeing the impressions on the sands were always rather fascinating as each candidate had their own reactions. Some even had utter shock from impressing something they didn’t expect in the slightest. He always liked seeing the meek, quiet candidates impress the bold Bronze.
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Post by Cathaline on May 4, 2011 19:27:56 GMT -5
Many of the dragons became quite violent in their lust; it always startled Atenna to glance up and see them clawing at each other in the air. She supposed, when she thought about it, that the females often wanted to prove to themselves and the males that just because they wanted sex didn't mean they were there for the taking. Proof that it was a choice they made, and not simply waiting for the fastest or strongest male to catch up.
"Just about constantly," Atenna said with a grin. "And it is terribly exciting; I've hardly heard the candidates talking about anything else, especially the ones who weren't here for the last dragon hatching." She loved to watch, personally, any kind of hatching, though she didn't want or expect to Impress anything herself - especially not dragons, since she was now a few turns beyond the age they seemed to prefer. She cared for her work far too much to devote herself to a single creature like that, and while she rather wondered sometimes what it would be like, having a best friend and lifemate right there in her mind, she preferred the opportunity to help the many. "Hopefully there will be plenty of eggs, with Threadfall coming. And because we seem to have so many candidates about lately."
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Post by Boo on May 5, 2011 7:16:09 GMT -5
And there it was. Thread. The thing that was always on the minds of all residents of Pern. He agreed entirely, with so many candidates and so many clutching dragons and, therefore, viable eggs it would certainly be an interesting time. He was certain that the Weyr would be one of the most protected on Pern. With three Queens and a number of Sub-Queens he guessed that Dalibor would probably just about have the largest Dragon population by the end of the Fall. Of course, he had become somewhat attached to the Weyr. He'd be the last to admit it but some of the candidates seemed of the good sort.
"Get them on a Dragon's back and out of my infirmary. They're only ever helpful when nothing's happening." The smile indicated it was less a complaint and more an observation. Truth was, he liked setting them to the jobs he didn't want to do. Like rolling bandages or making Numbweed salve. Generally speaking, though, he wasn't ever sure how much they could do. Having a couple of the apprentices in the Infirmary was useful at times...
"Hopefully they'll be useful in the air." He nodded a little. His foot was still throbbing slightly but the pain seemed to have subsided. No doubt as soon as he got to his feet it would be a different matter but he figured that a little numbweed once he limped his way slowly back to the Infirmary would serve to fix most of those problems.
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Post by Cathaline on May 5, 2011 13:47:46 GMT -5
It was odd, to Atenna, how willingly people - especially candidates - would chatter on about dragons hatching and Impression and weyrlinghood, while dancing around the subject of Thread. The whole reason they had the Weyr and the dragons in the first place. There were plenty of transfers, too, for all sorts of reasons, but she wondered if part of it was the hope of being able to make one's name in a new place without much history. One might easily get lost in a place like Fort. Here at Dalibor, it seemed like everyone counted, even as the population continued to rise.
"Some of them aren't so bad at feeding and grooming the animals, when they set their minds to it," she said with a grin. "But almost all of them find it beneath them. Isn't that silly? It's only chores. They'd be doing the same in any other profession they chose." But they were so impatient to get their dragons, to become riders and heroes.
They'd been sitting here in the mud for some time now, and she glanced around. "Shall we test if you can put weight on that foot yet?" she asked. If not, she might just need to run back for some numbweed salve or some apprentices - or candidates - with a stretcher to carry him on. She wasn't in a particular rush today, but if they chatted on until sunset he might end up out here alone in the dark. Not good.
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Post by Boo on May 6, 2011 5:03:15 GMT -5
He didn't find it all that odd. Some of the candidates thought themselves privileged because they had been chosen. It was slightly misplaced for he had seen many a friend age out of candidacy. Being searched was not a guaranteed impression. He wondered if he'd been like that as a candidate. Whether he had shirked his chores because he'd deemed them a waste of time. Something told him that he probably had. He had probably been as impatient as those candidates he now got the most frustrated with. At least when the hatchings passed he liked to think that he became more devoted to Healing in the Weyr.
He nodded in response to her question about trying to stand. It was probably better to try to heal it now anyway... In all reality he should have tried it a while ago but the thought of putting weight on it was somewhat daunting. "Yes, I think that would be a good idea." He replied. Tedaon brought his uninjured leg under him in the mud and pushed down with his stump, leaning forward on it. He pushed himself to a semi-crawling position and then, the knee of his injured leg on the ground, stood with his other leg. His ankle was already throbbing a little from moving it and his wrist, although feeling a little better, still panged with some pain.
He worked to control how he stood so as to not slip in the mud once more, moving his uninjured leg to keep himself stable especially considering that he was practically standing there one legged. He tentatively placed his other foot down and put some pressure on it. It was thoroughly painful but at least he wasn't likely to fall over again. Then again... That's what he'd thought when he'd just been walking.
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