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Post by Conway on Aug 19, 2011 21:47:54 GMT -5
The smell of sulfur filled the air as dragons streamed into the bowl. Most glided directly to their own weyrs others to the lake to bath the stink away. A few injured, including one whimpering bronze touched down on the far side of the bowl for treatment.
"Please hurry, it hurts."
and oh how the rider was hurrying, stumbling to the ground in his haste to be off his dragons back and inspecting the wounds.
Neither was deep but the score over the dragons foreleg was long, running the full length from shoulder to wrist.
He could attend the small score on the wing arm with small personal pot of numbweed carried in his jacket, but the arm would need quite a bit more to ease the pain.
"Hang in there Orsith, I'll fix you up."
There had to someone arround he could accost, he wasn't going to leave his dragon's side.
He started on the small wingscore with his own numbweed, ignoring the stinging of bloody wound over his own brow.
"Hey! I need more numbweed over here!"
He yelled to no one inparticular, but someone had better come.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 20, 2011 14:13:47 GMT -5
In response to the shouting, a lanky rider with his goggles loose around his neck popped up from where he'd just set down one of the large baskets of bandages that the holder women had begun demanding as flickers of bronze, brown, green, and blue flickered into existence at the edge of the weyr. He didn't pause to think about it other than pinpointing the shout coming from near a large Bronze that had just landed.
He booked it, grabbing one of the large pots set out for this very purpose. His long legs helped as he skidded up next to yelling bronze rider. The knots on his shoulder declared him a blue rider from one of the earlier green and blue flights.
"Here you go." He handed the pot over, tilting back his head to look up....and up.... at the angry red line snaking down the bronze's arm. He winced in sympathy. "I'll get some bandages over here in a minute."
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Post by Conway on Sept 20, 2011 14:33:27 GMT -5
He grabbed the pot up with an offhanded "thanks." He barely registered the blue rider, turning immediately back to his dragon.
He would ruin his glove but he didn't want to wait for the bandaging and started applying the numbing salve to his dragon by hand.
By the time the blue rider returns T'rey will have most of the wound numbed at least, his beast calmed, and a stained sleeve from wiping his own blood away from his eye.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 20, 2011 14:53:28 GMT -5
Rather than try to move a Bronze dragon into the growing, organized chaos of the injury lines, D'nel just enlisted a weyrling to bring over a basket of bandages as well as more numb weed. She skittered off to find one of the more experienced ladies to help take a look at what really was an impressive looking wound as D'nel started handing the bronze rider things--gauze, more numb weed, and--
He paused, blinked at his face, and sort of just...reached out and snagged, with light fingers, T'rey's jaw. "Hey, hey, don't forget about yourself," he told him, a good natured reminder, and swiped some numbweed on with his thumb over the wound.
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Post by Conway on Sept 20, 2011 16:19:13 GMT -5
The sudden unexpected diversion of his attention from the dragons wound in front of him snapped him out of his frenzy to take care if it. He gave the blue rider a puzzled look, finally taking not of him. Yes a blue rider, he hadn't seen him about that often but the guy was hard to forget with that half a mop on his head he called hair.
But the rider's name escaped him.
Coranth's rider, D'nel.
He cracked a little smile. Calmed by his dragon's indifference to the now numbed out wound.
" Thank you, D'nel."
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 20, 2011 16:47:03 GMT -5
A smile spread, sudden and friendly, on D'nels narrow face. "Just don't forget, okay?"
He patted T'rey's cheek, and bent back down to hand up the gauze necessary for covering a wound of that size on a meaty Bronze shoulder and arm.
Coranth...?
He asked came the warm, sleepy voice of his dragon. Now with the fall over, the antsy edge was gone and replaced by the warm burn of exhaustion. Really, he was feeling far too lazy, D'nel knew he'd be ready for a medium length flight soon enough. Rider is T'rey.
D'nel's mouth quirked as one of the weyrladies finally bustled over, giving T'rey some adivce on how to wrap the gauze efficiently. He was content to be bossed around a little, genial about fetching and passing things over.
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Post by Conway on Sept 20, 2011 17:18:12 GMT -5
"Alright, alright, I'll take care of me too. Later."
The pat had surprised him a little but he was soon to busy applying the proffered bandaging to his dragon to wonder over it.
Quiet as the guy was now, he did appreciate the company of another rider while he had to tolerate the woman's advice to care for his dragon.
A blue huh?
Yes. His dragon answered simply, even though he knew his rider was already well aware of the answer.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 20, 2011 17:54:45 GMT -5
D'nel shot a little sideways look at T'rey. He felt he had heard something about the other rider, but wasn't entirely sure if the naggling memory had been a good or bad one. He didn't much mind or care either way, in the long run.
He gently suggested that the woman might be needed elsewhere as a unsteady brown came in for a landing, and she took herself off and left them both alone together.
He felt the soft chuckle from Coranth in his thoughts, sensing his mild confusion and D'nel couldn;t quite erase yet the small smile he'd been wearing. He took a moment to stand a little bit behind T'rey to look at the wound--it was a good job, considering how long it had been, and Orinth had been awfully good about it. D'nel grabbed a rag to rub the goop off his hands, skin tingly from the numbweed, and handed it directly into T'rey's hands. "He's looking good."
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Post by Conway on Sept 20, 2011 21:08:48 GMT -5
He spared D'nel a brief look, accepting the rag to clean the excess numbweed from himself. Then eyes turn affectionately back on his dragon.
"He's a good, strong boy. Little scratch is nothing to him. A sevenday maybe and we'll be between again."
He didn't know anything about D'nel...as a bronze rider he really should. He was assigned to a hold maybe? Why did he feel like he hasn't seen much of him?
I'll ask the blue if it will please you.
and he does ask, even before T'rey answers.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 20, 2011 21:41:30 GMT -5
D'nel looked up at the powerful arch of bronze neck, sloping down to equally powerful shoulder, and found himself quietly agreeing that he was a good, strong boy. "He's a beaut, he is."
He felt Coranth's wounded mental rainbow, and grinned a little. Nothing is as beautiful as you are, gorgeous, he told him.
Always nice to know, Coranth echoed back, pleased and preening. Orsith is curious as to why we are not often around.
Might as well tell him, D'nel replied, considering T'rey out of the corner of his eye. He was amused by T'rey's attempts at subtlety; it was a nice effort, for a bronze.
We are often away charting wind changes and cloud shapes Coranth told Orsith proudly, not always understanding his rider's obsession with such things, but knowing the pleasure he got out of them and enjoying the long flights. It is many long flights to places north no one has ever been, across the high mountain ranges. Or south, sometimes, which I like because it is so warm there. D'nel is so very clever. He knows when it will rain or for how long, and sometimes when the thread will fall strangely or too far.
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Post by Conway on Sept 20, 2011 22:11:01 GMT -5
Orsith lowers his head, turning an eye to consider D'nel, and T'rey chuckles, patting the bronze neck.
"He says thank you. He likes to hear that he's pretty."
Orsith is impressed if he doesn't actually understand. It is good to know when thread is wrong. My hurt is only small but maybe T'rey will take me south anyway, I'd like to go
The last bit was more a thought out loud since the blue mentioned south. Then Orsith remembers to relay the information to T'rey, repeating it exactly.
That's interesting, and good he thought.They already have something they can do after this pass. A thing as a responsible bronze rider he's supposed to encourage!
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 20, 2011 23:45:39 GMT -5
D'nel matches the curious gaze of the large bronze, offering him a half-smile. "I think most do! Coranth is almost jealous."
I am not Coranth protests, and the half-smile becomes a full on on D'nel's face.
"Brave, too, to take a score like that so well. Good luck keeping him from flying during the next fall, I think one's due in just a few days."
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Post by Conway on Sept 20, 2011 23:58:14 GMT -5
He glances up at the rim as if the blue should be there for him to see.
"I'm sure Coranth is pretty, himself."
But his gaze is drawn shortly back to his dragon, who's gotten just a touch anxious.
An injured arm will not affect my ability to sear thread.
and without thinking he answers aloud.
"Oh no you don't, it will most certainly effect you're being allowed to go between. We'll just see how it closes up. You've got one on your wing too, don't forget."
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 21, 2011 0:44:35 GMT -5
D'nel can't help the way his smile spreads. Its a familiar line of conversation, one that lets him guess at the source.
"Its brave to fly thread," he mused, "But also brave to know when to wait. At least you got to fly the whole fall! Poor Coranth gets mad with waiting when we're in the first shift, but its worse when we're in the second."
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Post by Conway on Sept 21, 2011 0:56:04 GMT -5
T'rey grins, giving his bronze a good patting on the jaw.
" Hear that? Even D'nel know's you should wait, and poor Coranth has to sit out half of ever fall so don't be a selfish brute."
It'll all said in the most affectionate way of course.
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