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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 24, 2011 2:10:20 GMT -5
The little green snipped at the blue, displeased, and fled to the back of the couch. She crouched with her wings tight to her sides, tail flashing back and forth.
Fear Pain Loud noises Such loud D'nel noises!! Coranth flying, flying fine, D'nel caught by THREAD and THREAD in arm and such loud noises!!
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Post by Conway on Sept 24, 2011 2:17:34 GMT -5
"Shards!" T'rey was up and back with a harness as fast as it took Orsith to lumber off his couch, meeting the dragon on the ledge to hurriedly get the equipment on him and climb onto the beast. Orsith ordered the green back to her owner, reaching out to Coranth directly. Where are you? Where is D'nel? He swung his head to scan the bowl for the blue even as he asked.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 24, 2011 2:27:02 GMT -5
A flash of blue was banking low across the bowl, coming in from the landmark up on the bordering peaks at a frantic rate for.....the lake?? Coranth did a tight roll over and somethign fell from his back, low, into the water.
The little green popped out of existence.
D'nel is in the water Coranth's mental voice was frantic as he twisted mid air, trying to catch himself in a landing on the water bank. He wanted the water but he hurts so much, so much, I sent the little one to find you. He drowns the Thread.
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Post by Conway on Sept 24, 2011 2:34:32 GMT -5
Orsith drops from the ledge, catching air just to skim across the bowl straight for the lake and landing roughly, leaving T'rey to half jump half tumble off his back into the water after D'nel. "Orsith bring someone here, carry them if you have to, they'll be set up at the damn other side of the bowl we need them here fast!" His dragon listened, taking off without him to make sure a healer got to them as soon as humanly..or if need be dragonly possible.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 24, 2011 2:40:31 GMT -5
Coranth did not have the presence of mind to find help beyond T'rey, who had been recent in his memory and nice and D'nel seemed to like him, and he thought that D'nel would not like to cause much trouble. T'rey did not fly thread, so he had nothing to do.
Coranth dove into the water, causing a large wave to ripple across the surface, also after his rider. D'nel was a flailing thing just under the surface, struggling to rip off his jacket. He kicked, trying to reach the surface, a shadowy form.
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Post by Conway on Sept 24, 2011 20:22:33 GMT -5
T'rey at least didn't have his flying gear to hinder him in the water. He reached D'nel quickly, grabbing for the blue rider to haul him to the surface. He kicked back to drag the thrashing rider towards shore. No. Towards Coranth, he's closer and can haul them to land. "D'nel! Easy, I've got you, you're okay!." He doesn't actually know that for sure, but if they went between to get here then the thread should have been killed in an instant, with the dousing on top of that he's certain it must all be dead if it wasn't before. "Coranth, tell him he's okay! The thread is gone!"
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 25, 2011 2:22:05 GMT -5
D'nel seems to grow limbs as T'rey grabs for him, gasping as he hits the surface. His jacket is half off, his left sleeve heavily burnt through. ...Literally burnt. Blood seeps through and into the water, and his eyes are a little wide with shock.
He holds on instinctively, calming as the big blue dives under them until they're under his neck, carefully lifting them out of it by floating upwards.
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Post by Conway on Sept 25, 2011 2:47:17 GMT -5
He waits until Coranth is solidly under them before his finishes pulling D'nel's jacket off for him, keeping an arm on the blue rider to keep him steady. Orsith is already at the shore line dropping of the headwoman and a younger boy with medical supplies.
So much for an uneventful fall.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 25, 2011 3:02:57 GMT -5
The blue sweeps his tail through the water that propels them to the bank, clambering out with his wet rider and company dripping from his back.
D'nel grabs tightly to a neck-ridge with his now-good hand, not quite at the level of speaking. His hair is a little singed. The arm is bloody with a bad series of scores and some blackened spots from...fire? His jacket is similarly seared by what seems to be flame. He moves slowly, blinking through the pain, as he slides off Coranth's back at urging.
He hits the ground hard, knees buckling, and Coranth gently catches him with the side of his nose.
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Post by Conway on Sept 25, 2011 3:23:26 GMT -5
T'rey slid off with him clutching the ruined jacket in one hand and could only watch as D'nel was taken over the the waiting healers. They would take care of him, he had to calm himself now. Orsith, your arm?
It is fine.
His eyes wandered down to the damaged jacket in his hand as he spoke with his dragon. ...was D'nel flamed?
Flamed? Who would? The bronze head swung around to the Blue to inquire, if Coranth had it in him to answer questions right now.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 25, 2011 13:41:00 GMT -5
Coranth hovered, as only a large blue dragon can hover, over his rider as he half-fell into the waiting arms of the healers. D'nel, slowly sort of gathering his wits, resisted the headwoman trying to lead him off. Coranth rumbled with barely contained anxiety, wings folding and unfolding. D'nel insisted on leaning on Coranth's shoulder as they stripped his shirt sleeve off him with a pair of scissors and began slathering numbweed on as a first aid.
Coranth was a mixture of fear and anxious concern, tail thrashing through the grass behind him. The small green dragonet popped back into the air, colliding with Coranth's back and staying crouched small there in a tense bundle.
Young green. Coranth's mental voice was distracted and distressed, but D'nel leaned against his shoulder with his eyes shut trying to focus away from his arm, murmuring soft comforting thoughts. Lost formation, chasing thread, barely missed.....
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Post by Conway on Sept 25, 2011 19:35:27 GMT -5
T'rey grimaced, receiving the information from his Dragon. He would speak with T'skyn about this after fall. Get a name.
He pulled his attention away from the blue rider's injury and to one of the healers. "Let me know when you're done with him. I'm going to change..." He was no used to them now, his boots were full of water and he could used a quick soak in warm water to calm himself down. Orsith crooned comforts to his irritated rider and he strode over to climb back aboard his bronze and get back in his weyr.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 25, 2011 20:49:51 GMT -5
D'nel, only dimly cognizant of the fuss going on around him as the shock made him shiver, heard the creak and thump of wings spreading and air being shoved downward. He glanced upward as the bronze, heavy with fat wherry, lifted into the air.
Please tell them thank you.... He thought dimly at Coranth.
The next morning, D'nel woke up in his own bed, disoriented suddenly to find the light bright with mid-day sun. He knew immediately what time it was through long habit, and laid there trying to orient himself. The end of a coiled blue tail served as his pillow, the rest of the dragon coiled around him on the floor. Someone had dragged his mattress out--someone he should remember to thank, he thought. He could hear his green dragonet dozing near the base of Coranth's tail.
Then he noticed the blue dragonet staring at him.
".........Good morning," he greeted it, voice rough. He cough, twitched his ar--augh, no.
He used the other, unburnt one, to push a messy hank of hair out of his face and smile.
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Post by Conway on Sept 25, 2011 21:24:20 GMT -5
The firelizard cheeped as if startled that D'nel woke. Then it crawled closer to his face, cheeped again, then hopped off and away from the mattress.
"cheep!"
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 25, 2011 21:33:29 GMT -5
D'nel watched it move, confused. Coranth stirred, one sleepy eye with even the inner lids still shut opening just enough to reveal a milky even blue color.
Good morning. he greeted, patting the nearest section of tail as he sat up a little, watching. [/i]Could you please ask our little visitor what he's here for?[/i]
Coranth rumbled his sleepy response, translating the question.
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