Swan Dive, Swan Song (Open!)

[Shekru]

The air over Tyuru was calm, quiet, almost serene. It was mid-afternoon, and the sun had held its position high in the sky, face only partially hidden by a stray cloud that had crossed its path. All was still, comfortable. Sounds were gentle and the air was clear.

Was.

As with most things that come from -between-, the sudden appearance of dragon and rider was instant and somewhat juxtaposed. Snow carried in the canopies of the huge green's wings furled out onto the warm air and evaporated. Yet more was on her back and in the fur of her riders' jacket and hair. A sickly green streaked her sides unnaturally, spilling almost in rope-like strands from the tattered edges of the green's wings. they looked as though they had been frayed by something fast and wicked, and judging by the amount of ichor seeping free of the ravaged membrane, it must have been painful. the failing line of her flight, too, was indication

More clearly and more disturbing than the image, however, was the sound that the green made. Somewshere between a roar and a bellow, open-throated and raging, the noise was loud and spanned the open air over the Weyr with a power not often found in the bodies of the smaller dragons. Though the sound was awful, the tone of the dragon's vocalizations promised to, under more peaceful circumstances, be quite pleasant. But in the moments between erupting from -between- and the haphazard descent toward the surface of the lake, it was likely difficult to imagine.

Slow down! Slow down! You don't want to hit the surface too hard! Eideen commanded with her thoughts, one hand on the green's thick neck, the other around a long case at her side. No sense breaking your wings, too!

~ Under different circumstances, oh reasonable one, I would agree. ~ the green retorted. Her mindvoice spoke of a calm that she did not truly feel, and the continued song of rage and pain that spilled from her open maw gave it away in grand fashion.

The surface of the lake grew nearer still and the green drew her wings in tightly to sher body. Hopefully, she had not misjudged the depth - it looked plenty deep, but just in case...

She became a spear of mottled green, light and dark with pearl light gleaming in her ridges. Nose first, she broke the water's glassy top and slid into the lake's embrace. A shallow dive, her tail had not yet gone beneath the water when her head rose, carrying great sheets of water with it. So great was the difference in temperatures between where they had been and where they were now, that the green's hide shivered and rippled against the sudden warmth of the water.

Having held on good and tight, Eideen nudged the case toward the shore. By some grace of Faranth, the case was bouyant and would likely be safe among the rocks. She had more important things to tend to. "Well, I think they know we're shere!" Levity, even as sshe shrugged out of the thick, fur-lined jacket she was stuck in and swam to the green's head. "Hail the watchdragon, though I have a feeling it's a bit late for that. At least tell them we'll need a healer as well as someone to crawl under our skins, mm?" With a sound that tried to be an agreeing croon, the green raised her shead to search for the watchdragon. Spying a dragon, be it watch or not, the green sent her thoughts outward.

~ I am Daikalveth, I and Mine have come from the storms of High Reaches. My wings are injured, we need aid. Duties to you and Yours, we shall do what is necessary to repay you. Please send Menders. Mine bleeds, as well. ~

(( Anyone that wants to be involved can have their dragon be the 'watchdragon' that Daikalveth hailed. Doesn't necessarily have to be an actual watchdragon, she's not terribly picky as to who he hollered to. ))

[Spirithawk]

P'rin was on duty that day, watching for the telltale signs of Thread as well as watching for intruders bent on causing harm in the Weyr. His bronze still had his straps on even though his rider was standing beside him.

The roar that split the air made Kilzanth raise his mighty bronze head and return an answering bugle, this time one to warn the Weyr.

Mine! Mount now. They need help.

Call Kaith! The bronzerider hauled himself into the straps after leaping from the bronze's offered forearm. He hurriedly strapped himself in as the giant dragon launched himself from the ledge where he was keeping watch.

Kaith! We need your help. There is an injured dragon and rider in the lake! We will need a Healer for the human as well and the Weyrwoman will need to tend the dragon.

He winged out to the lake and hovered near the injured dragon.

"Is he going to need help getting out of the lake? If so the rescue team can be called. I have notified our Weyrwoman and she's coming with a healer." P'rin called out to the bluerider.

Kilzanth echoed the message to the blue. More help will be here soon enough. Just hold on.

Within moments of Kilzanth reaching the lake, a giant golden form could be seen winging out of the Queen's Weyr to collect her rider and the Journeyman Healer K'ael that she had just summoned from his lessons with Rhia. Ragule was still being sought by a drudge.

[Akki]

K’ael had been in the Weyrling Lesson when Osaith nipped at his leg, looking up at her Mine. You are being summoned by the Queen and her rider. An accident at the Lake. Osaith repeated, her eyes churning with worry and curiosity. K’ael frowned at the green for a second before explaining the situation to Rhia and being pardoned.

He quickly made his way to his barrack, he had some medical supplies there that he liked to keep just in case. He didn’t know the Weyr well enough just yet to find the medical supplies so this was simply more convenient for him. He stared at Osaith, thinking. He didn’t want to bring the green along just in case but he couldn’t leave her alone – it was against the rules. Go. I will stay here and take a nap so no rules will be broken. The green crooned, curling up and drifting to sleep. K’ael was vaguely amused at the sleeping critter in front of him; she seemed wise beyond her years almost. “Thank you.” He whispered to the sleeping Osaith before bolting from his barracks.

He ran most of the way, slowing slightly as he neared Christae. He bowed when he approached her, “Weyrwoman, I just got the message.” Within seconds the large gold dragon was leaving the Queen’s Weyr, fully prepared to transport the two. “By any chance, do you know how bad the injuries are?” He asked with genuine concern. He was just a Journeyman, not a Masterhealer.

[Spirithawk]

Christae ran from her office. Someone had already been dispatched to find the Healers in the Weyr and already Journeyman K'ael was here. Ragule would be ferried there by the another dragon as soon as he was found. Christae couldn't wait for him with an injured dragon in the lake.

"All I know is that a dragon crash landed in the lake and requested medical help for him and his rider." She told him. "Ragule is being searched for." Kaith landed, her giant gold form stirring up dust and Christae hurriedly threw the straps on the giant Queen. She normally wouldn't bother but if they had to transport a dragon or a rider she needed her straps, plus K'ael was going to be riding with her. She didn't want to provide a bad example for the young Weyrling.

She vaulted nimbly onto the dragon's back and reached a hand for K'ael. "Let's go!" She hauled him up and Kaith gave the two just enough time to get strapped in before she vaulted from the ground, stirring up more dust in the bowl. She would need to be bathed again but it was better that she get there quickly if there was an injury.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Ragule wasn't all that hard to find ... after all, he'd been in the infirmary, where he was supposed to be. Granted, he hadn't been doing much beyond trying to rub some linament on his knee past Torc, who seemed to think the linament was supposed to be going on him. As the liquid soaked into his achey knee, Ragule heaved a slow sigh of releif at the warmth the fluid created inside the joint. That was better.

Torc thrummed, and vibrated his wings, poking at the mouth of the glass bottle that held the linament with his nose. "No, you don't want that. You'd think I'd dipped you in coals." Ragule remarked, reaching past the brown flitter to snatch up the conatainer and screw the lid back on securely.

When the drudge found him with the news, Ragule wondered how in the world he could have missed such an event happening ... he wondered if it was because it had been over the lake, or if he'd already gotten that used to dragons rumbling and hollering at each other? Or maybe he still hadn't learned what all the sounds meant yet. No telling. But he hurried to his feet, pulling together a pack to take with him.

"I'm going to need a ride... there's no way anyone is gonna get me to sprint that far. Not on these knees. Get me a dragon, or a runner, or something!" Ragule ordered, sending the drudge back out of the infirmary on a new mission. In the moments that it took for the dragon and rider to arrive to take him, Ragule had put together a hefty bag that contained almost everything he could think of.

It was indeed good that Ragule was no small man, nor frail beyond achey joints. Otherwise he might not have been able to shoulder the bag and carry it out. When he offered the strap up to the mounted rider, the sudden weight almost hauled the rider clear off his dragon. "Ough!" The rider protested, held on only by his harnessing. He eventually managed to pull the bag up, even as Ragule accepted assistance from the dragon in mounting. "What did you pack, everything?"

"By far, no, lad. I wouldn't have been able to carry everything." Ragule commented. "Come, let us hurry. Someone needs help."

The ride from the weyr to the lake was short and fast, and soon Ragule was sliding off of the dragon again, before accepting the bag from the rider again. Thus equipped, he strode over toward the situation, looking quickly to note everything. "What have we got?" He asked, simply.

[Akki]

He frowned slightly. That was, unfortunately, not very much information to go off of. He could only hope nothing was too bad but if a dragon had crash landed it clearly wasn’t all that good. He watched as the Weyrwoman threw the straps on before accepting the hand she offered to him. He jumped up as she pulled and he soon found himself on the back of the large gold. He was quite glad that Osaith wouldn’t grow anywhere close to Kaith, the height was vaguely unsettling.

He lurched slightly when the dragon took off but found the ride not all that bad. He still wasn’t used to flying dragonback but this hardly seemed to be the time to muse over such a thing. In a matter of moments they had reached the lake, dirt flying up as Kaith landed. K’ael quickly unstrapped himself and slid off of the dragon. He was glad to see that Ragule was already there. While K’ael trusted his abilities, he felt more reassured with the presence of the MasterHealer.

He hoisted his bag around his shoulder and walked up to Ragule, staring at the lake. A woman and her dragon were currently in the water and there was no one else about so it must be them who were the two injured. It was a good sign that both were conscious and K’ael could only hope that the two weren’t seriously hurt.

[Shekru]

Kilzanth's outstretched thoughts were met with feelings of both extreme gratitude, and relief. The tone in Daikalveth's mindvoice echoed both with an unabashed clarity.

Hearing P'rin, Eideen turned her head and offered an appreciative smile and a wave to the rider, in acknowledgement. "I think she can manage, just give us a moment, sweetcheeks." Plucky, despite the circumstances.

~ Many thanks. We mean no harm. Please relay that message to your Queen-- ~ Though the thought was followed by a quiet 'nevermind' when she spotted the Gold emerging from her weyr. Instead, the green hailed her on her own.~ Duties to you, your rider, your Weyr. I am Daikalveth, we hail from High Reaches. We come peacefully, if a bit clumsily, and apologize for not being able to hail you prior to landing. ~Eloquent for a green, certainly, and her voice to the Queen was respectful, humble.

Ragule's hail from the edge of the water had the woman turning to look at him. Wild-eyed and worried, and from the look of the side of her head, bleeding, she called out to the man. "Her wings got frayed in a sharding hail storm over the reaches." P'rin's question of whether or not the green could get out was soon answered. With her rider slid back behind her neck, the green trudged out of the water, wings under the surface to wash away debris. Soon she reached the edge and peered at the older man with the medical supplies. Her rider was grinning, and laughing faintly. The blood down the side of her head seemed to look worse than it was, but the ordeal seemed to have her in a bit of shock.

"Strange way of greeting, I know. Thank you for coming." This said to Ragule, and then she spotted K'ael and Christae. A light wave to the former, and the greenrider placed hand to her midsection and bowed from her place seated in the straps 'round the large green's neck. Daikalveth, likewise, bowed her head low to the Queen before lowering to her stomach. Her wings were outstretched, the edges frayed, like her rider had detailed. Though some of the fraying had turned into all-out tearing between the long joints of her wing-fingers. Nothing that could not be repaired into usefulness, but the green would be grounded until they healed. Ichor and water were still frozen in a few places. The Reaches must have been ridiculously cold.

"Sharding fine landing pad, duties to the Weyr!" Eideen called to Christae with a grin. The woman was looking a bit drowsy as she leaned forward to rest her head against the green's neck.

I'm hungry. Are you hungry? Eideen quizzed her monstrous green. Light-headed and fading, the woman seemed to focus on the strangest things.

~ Only you would think about food at a time like this. Do you not think we have more important things to concern ourselves with

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Admin's Note:[/hr][/color] I think that one will want to take a look at your head. ~[/i] A brief flash of Ragule's face, and Eideen opened one eye to look at the man herself.

A somewhat lecherous grin splayed over the only-partially lucid woman's lips and she hollered, loudly, "Well! I think I could get to like this place if all the healer-boys look like this one!" Shameless.

Daikalveth sighed. Shameless.

(( OOC Note: Dragon was changed from a blue to a green c.c ))

[Spirithawk]

P'rin had Kilzanth hover nearby, just in case the pair needed help. He wasn't very good at healing. He was a Tanner after all. But he would do whatever was needed to help.

My Queen knows you are hurt and mean no harm to the Weyr. Kilzanth responded to Daikalveth. When the pair was finally out of the water Kilzanth winged away to land and drop his rider off. P'rin ran back to the scene, ready to help.

"Let me know if you need help Weyrwoman, Master Healer." He would help either one if they needed him.

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Christae gave the rider a worried glance. There would have to be extensive work done on the green's wing but the woman's condition worried her. She felt better about the fact that both Ragule and K'ael were there. She would have to call Rhia to help her with the green's wings.

Mneith, tell Rhia that Christae will need her.

I will Kaith. We will be there shortly.

Christae gave the woman a reassuring smile. Kaith hastened to reassure the green. Nay, you need not apologize. You are injured. We know that you would not have barged into the weyr without a greeting without good reason. Let us tend you and your rider. Welcome to Dark Moon.

Kaith told Christae Kilzanth says the green's name is Daikalveth. I do not know the rider's name.

"Welcome rider. My dragon says that yours is called Diakalveth. I am Chrisate, and my dragon is Kaith. Let's get you down so we can tend your injuries. We can worry about niceties later." She motioned for the three men to help get the rider down from her dragon.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Ragule was alarmed. It didn't show on his features, but he was alarmed. This was not good ... not good at all. Very careful to keep a calm and placid exterior (the last thing anyone needed was to see the Master Healer get excited), he dropped his bag where he was standing and stepped forward.

"My dear, this is not the time nor the place to take a nap." He chastized, gently, aiding in the effort to get her off her dragon. "Keep talking ... tell me what your weyr was like, back at High Reaches." He remarked, in an effort to keep her concious. Once the woman was on the ground where he could work on her, he gestured quickly to K'ael. "Bring my bag, quickly now. And get some of that lake water. Not the best, should be boiled, but ... given the circumstances..."

Ragule carefully moved some of her hair aside, to get a better look at that headwound. He laughed softly at her comment, though. "Not all healer lads look like this, no. Everyone has thier own face to wear." He replied, fingers working quickly to find all that was amiss with her. While he waited for his bag and that water, he tilted her head back and checked her pupils for uneven dialation.

Shock she was in, definitely. But he wanted to make sure she did not also have a concusion from the blow she'd clearly taken to the head. "Landing in the water was probably a good idea." He said, still trying to keep her concious and talking. "Not only softer than the ground, but also probably helped you warm up after your time in the snow." He glanced at the green for a moment, before going back to what he was doing. "What is your dragon's name?" He asked. "What dragon sired her? She is a fine beast, and does well by you."

Obscure questions, maybe ... some people might not even know the answers to questions like that. But it would keep her thinking. And if she kept thinking, the odds were good that she would stay concious. Her surviving hinged heavily on staying concious. So odd ball, off the wall, obscure questions Ragule would ask. Whatever it took to keep her alive and kicking.

[Shekru]

The tone of Daikalveth's mindvoice, in regard to Kaith, changed from nervous and apologetic to warm and grateful. So brazen and open was the gratitude and warmth that the minty green crooned openly to the Queen and her eyes whirled briefly blue.

~We are in your debt. You are very kind. Mine and I shall sing of your kindness in songs we will write.~ Daikalveth shared with the gold, and lowered in the effort to get the woman, her rider, down.

Eideen looked first from Ragule (whom she had unwittingly been making dizzy goo-goo eyes at) and looked at Christae. It took a moment for the woman's words to register, and then Eid grinned. "Oh! Good, you're not mad. That's quite a relief! Uh.. Christae, you said? Well met, Weyrwoman." At least the harper could still tell what knots meant, even if her legs were jello. She sat on Daikalveth's wrist, the green more than large enough to support the weight, and comfortably so. Ragule was regarded with curiosity again. His chastizing made her snort. "Oh, pff! I have slept in worse places, Healer! My weyr, for instance. It's so sharding cold in that place that sometimes I feel like my chest could carve stone." ... Captain Overshare.

Her pupils were well enough, a little large, perhaps from adrenaline. The wound at the side of her head was deep, and circular. About the size of a market coin, if a bit odd on some edges. Flecks of ice from the cold weather still clung to the ruined flesh, and while most of the blood was already congealing, some still managed to seep down her cheek. His modest reply to her question earned him a laugh. "Well then, I'll just need to look at you more than them, then." Daikalveth grunted, head shaking from side to side. "Seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I weigh more than a runner, soaked through. She is Daikalveth, out of bronze Hasmargareth and gold Yrefalth." The woman looked directly into Ragule's face, pale eyes seeming to lock on his. "I'm not going to drop dead, Healer. I have survived worse! What's your name so I can stop calling you by your title?"

While not waiting for an answer, the woman's eyes darted back and forth around the other faces. Whatever she was thinking, she -was- thinking, and at a rapid pace. There were new faces, those she would need to remember to speak with later. Christae. The dark-haired boy. The healer touching her head. The brownrider. Help me remember them. Save their faces. I don't want to forget if I fall asleep.


~I am not sure when I became good at remembering, but I will try. I know that ones' face, at least.~ A brief flash of Christae in the green's mind. She stared long at the Queen's rider and tilted her head to the side, as if to swallow Christae's image wholly in her mind. ~And knowing you, it is unlikely that you will forget him.~ Ragule's face, this time, was shared between the green and the harper. Eideen laughed outwardly and looked at Ragule again. "Too right, my dear, he's delicious-looking!" Blink. Oh, that was her out-loud voice, wasn't it.

Nuts.

[Akki]

K’ael felt almost relieved for a second as the woman made her way out of the Lake, noting that, while her head was bleeding, the wound didn’t seem to be too large. Of course that relief quickly faded as she rested slightly on her green. Head injuries could easily lead to unconsciousness and worse and her feeling drowsy definitely wasn’t a good sign.

“The stranger the greeting, the more likely people are going to remember you.” K’ael observed out loud with a slight grin as his hands quickly grabbed supplies so he could have them by his side and not need to shuffle around looking for them. Her loud comment was Healers was amusing, plus humor tended to be a good sign. He watched as Ragule talked in a calm voice and quickly followed his instructions. One hand shot out to grab the bag which was quickly deposited by the mans side as K’ael walked swiftly over to the Lake. The cool liquid immediately slid into the bowl that was dipped underneath the surface. Ragule was right, the water should be boiled but under these circumstances such things just weren’t possible. He got up from his crouching, knees popping as he did so, and brought the water back to the Master Healer.

He watched as the woman seemed to be trying to stare at everything at once, her eyes never resting in the same place for more than a few seconds it seemed. He stopped staring though, a snort sliding out of him as Eideen loudly commented on Ragule’s looks. It seemed the Master Healer already had a fan base at the Weyr. “Eh? What’s this? I’m not delicious looking?” He asked the greenrider, hoping that she would keep her eyes on him instead of whirring about even if it would be just for a minute. Plus Ragule definitely had the right idea about keeping her talking, the two would just have to keep peppering with questions.

[Spirithawk]

Kaith knew both green and rider were probably approaching delerious. She wanted her rider to get a look at the green's wings. Kaith was a practical Queen. She knew that if the damage to Daikalveth's wings wasn't repaired soon, the dragon would have trouble flying. Kaith wanted her whole and healthy to fly against Thread when their ancient enemy darkened the skies of Pern once again. The giant Queen felt it in her bones that it would be soon, dangerously soon for her small, but budding Weyr.

Perhaps this is not the best place to tend injuries. We would have more help from the infirmary workers closer to the Weyr. Worry made the Queen's tone sharper than she intended.

Christae too knew the importance of keeping a person awake after a head injury. "Why ever would I be mad Eideen? It is not as if you and your pretty green caused the snowstorm that injured you. We need more greens to fill the wings now anyway. You are most welcome here."

"Patience Kaith. We will move them as soon as it is feasible. Eideen, Daikalveth, you probably won't remember them tomorrow but the brown and his rider is Rhia and Mneith, our Weyrlingmaster. She will be helping me with your green's wings.

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The brownrider in question was just jumping down from the forearm of her massive brown dragon. She bowed low to the Weyrwoman and offered a salute to the Master Healer and a nod for her student.

"We'll get your pretty green's wings stitched up in no time. She'll be flying properly again before you know it." She assured the greenrider.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

"Thank you, lad." Ragule said, gratefully, as K'aen brought the heavy bag closer, as well as a bowlful of water. Pulling a cloth from the bag, he dipped it in the water and started washing her face off, though staying out of the wound itself. Once he had her mostly cleaned up, he acquired a new rag and dipped that one instead in a jar of redwort solution. With that, he carefully and tenderly cleaned out the wound itself, not only cleaning clotted blood and any dirt that might have gotten into it, but also disinfecting it. "This probably stings." He apologized.

Ragule did pay attention to what she said, as she said it, and nodded occassionally. She was lucid ... and thinking. That was very very good. Though what lines she was thinking along were ... definitely odd. Well. Maybe not for a greenrider. Even though Ragule hated to make those types of lump associations. He still smiled slightly, humorously. "Delicious, eh? I will have to remember to wash after the next time I get into the honey." He joked.

Ragule took a moment to fold a new peice of cloth, and he placed that over the wound itself, tying it in place with a strip of similar material. "It's not as bad as it looks, but then headwounds always bleed alot. What really concerns me is your sleepy tendencies. I am actually glad this bled to the outside, and as much as it did ... if all that had burst free and been trapped inside ..." he shook his head. It would have been bad. Even so, he was somewhat concerned that there was some in there anyway.

"I have to ask ... what were you doing trying to fly in a hailstorm?" Ragule asked. "And then why come all the way here after getting struck so badly, instead of just bopping straight over to High Reaches? I daresay there would have been by far closer." He commented, genuinely curious as to the pair's ideas of planning and motives. It didn't make a whole terrible lot of sense, really. Going between at all, with a rider suffering a head injury was not standard practice at all.

[Shekru]

An eye swung from Ragule's face over to K'ael's and the greenrider gave him a concerned look. "You need a haircut, boyo." She said, though grinned with a Cheshire quality that only those with a foot in madness can muster. The Harper turned her head slightly, wincing away from Ragule's stinging cloth to look at Christae. She listened to the woman's words carefully, and in a more serious tone and with a more serious expression, Eideen replied.

"If that's an offer for a longer stay, Weyrwoman, Daikalveth and I will gladly take it. The moments prior to landing, we were discussing a change of scenary. My bones don't much enjoy the cold of the Reaches, these days. Do not let age-apparent fool you." A small grin, and the greenrider continued to look to Christae. "Shall I request transfer papers?"

Another pass of the stinging solution, and the greenrider's eyes skirted sideways to glare near-murderously at the Master healer briefly. They softened quickly, but that one look should have been more than enough warning. For anyone looking. "For your information, handsome, it wasn't our intention to exit Between into a hailstorm, and as for coming here, a thawed, warm lake is much better to land in than one frozen over. Daikalveth and I tend to avoid going splat as much as possible."

Clearing her throat, Eid paused a moment to look for her case. Oh, good, it was intact. A look to K'ael and she asked of the younger healer, "Would you bring that over here to me, please? I need to check it for damages." She then continues to Ragule, "We were returning home from a gala in a neighboring Weyr. I'm a harper, and while I was stationed in High Reaches, I was given clearance to travel as I pleased." The longer she remained stationary, the less her eyes raced, and the clearer her thoughts became. Unfortunately, she also began to look grumpier. The situation was weighing on her.

"If you prefer, we can move to the infirmary at once. Daikalveth is capable of walking, and providing I have someone sturdy to lean on, I don't think I'll be falling over. I may vomit on them. A little. I've felt like this before, but this time it's a bit more intense." She blinked a couple times before slowly pushing herself to her feet with the aide of Daikalveth's wrist.

[Spirithawk]

Christae looked surprised, and just a bit confused, but she recovered quickly. "You weren't coming here to transfer? You made a lucky jump then. We're one of the few Southern Weyrs that are accepting transfers. Our numbers have been greatly reduced thanks to certain circumstances."

She nodded as the greenrider continued her explanation. "Well that explains your presence here. You are more than welcome to transfer, but we'd best see to your wounds and your dragon's wings. We can discuss this further. I'll check in at the infirmary to check on your progress and we can talk then, after you've rested and had something to eat."

When she spoke about vomiting, she shot a glance to Ragule. Mention to Ragule that she's definitely concussed. I hope the dragon is in better shape.

Ragule, Christae says she's definitely concussed, but you probably already know that.

"I think we should relocate to the Weyr as soon as Ragule says you're able. We have three strong men, and Rhia who can help. I'll be monitoring Daikalveth's progress when we go." Her eyes swept over the green's torn wings with a practiced ease. "She'll need some stitching, and I can't tell without a closer look, but she should be fine and fly again without problems."

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Kilzanth stepped up, ready to help Daikalveth if need be. P'rin strode forward. He hadn't really had much to contribute to the conversation but now, his long frame could easily help support the injured greenrider. He could probably even carry her. She didn't look like she weighed that many stones and the tall rider was stronger than his lean frame suggested.

"If need be, I can carry you Eideen. If you can walk though, you can lean against me while Master Healer Ragule and Weyrling JM Healer K'ael get the healing supplies." There was no amusement in P'rin's blue eyes, even though the greenrider had been hitting on the Master Healer. There was a dragon and a rider injured, and the serious side of the bronzerider was in place now.

"Have the hailstorms been getting worse Eideen? The hurricanes here have been unexpected and monstrous. We hear rumors of erradic weather in the North but no one has confirmed it. We fear that it is the tell tale heralding of the return of the Red Star." He glanced at his Weyrwoman for confirmation. No one had really spoken the fears aloud unless it was in whispers because no one knew what the Weyrleaders were doing about it other than keeping a close watch and training their riders to the best of their ability. Christae nodded, her face a little grim.

[Akki]

“Anything to help.” K’ael murmured softly as Ragule took the bowl of water and began to clean around the wound. He was also curious as to why she chose this Lake to land in, he wasn’t quite sure he comprehended everything that was going on right now. He looked up and raised his hand to Rhia as a greeting. He knew a bit about Dragonhealing, being taught a few tidbits here and there and was ready to offer his help if the woman needed it.

He laughed loudly when Eideen made her comment about his hair. “That’s fair enough, can’t argue with that.” He grinned. He wouldn’t cut it though; he had spent too long growing it out. He could understand how a feel people didn’t like it though, especially when his hair was longer than most women’s. “I’d be happy too.” He replied when she asked for her case. He was curious as to what was in it – something important perhaps? It seemed odd that she would be worrying about such a thing when she seemed to be bleeding all over the place. But he wasn’t about to deny the injured woman. He stood up, grabbed the case and brought it back to the greenrider.

He glanced at P’rin as the boy made his comments and frowned slightly. Even though he was technically new to Dark Moon Weyr, he knew of the place beforehand. How they seemed to be losing riders, their Junior WW leaving them as did their WeyrLeader. The return of the Red Star was just more stress, the Weyr needed more full riders and quickly if Thread returned any time soon. People were scared to mention the chance of Thread in returning, as if their words would be a curse. Other places, including a few Holds simply didn’t believe Thread would ever return. They wouldn’t be prepared if it did, it could be disastrous.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Ragule nodded, almost as if to himself. To anyone unknowing, it would have looked just exactly like that. But it was really an acknowledgement of what Kaith had said. Indeed, he had suspected as much ... but to have a dragon confirm it was helpful, no doubt. So far, there didn't seem to be much change in the dialiation if Eideen's pupils, so it wasn't a bad concussion. At least there was that!

"Wait, no see here." Ragule protested, as she suddenly started moving around. Getting to her feet no less and then ordering things to be brought to her. "I was not done yet!" He finished a hasty knot to keep the patch in place on her head, before letting go. The last thing he wanted was to dash her to the ground. Chances were good she was not very steady on her feet yet. But now that she was, there was nothing for it ... she and her dragon both did need moved to the Weyr proper, and far closer to the infirmary where Christae, Rhia, and he could all do some proper work.

"What's in the package?" Ragule asked, more to keep her talking, keep her thinking, than out of curiousity. But he was actually slightly curious. Whatever it was, it had taken a dunking in the lake, that was for sure, after the green had made such a spectacular splashdown. He qucikly fastened his bag shut again, and handed it off to the rider who had helped him get to the lake in a speedy fashion. "Take that back to the infirmary, we'll be there shortly. And for Faranth's sake, don't drop it!" He warned, as the poor rider staggered under the heavy item again, taking it back to his dragon.

Kids these days.

Ragule nodded to P'rin as the rider moved to aid Eideen in walking to the infirmary. Though fairly large and stout, Ragule himself was probably not a good person to try and lean on, as his own joints (especially his knees, today) were not really up to the task. However, with a few supplies still in hand, he would walk with the riders, in case the attention was needed at a moment's notice. Indeed, he was worried about her. She would live, of that he was sure. But beyond that, there really was no telling. They just had to keep her awake, moving, and thinking.

[Shekru]

"I've been here before." Eideen explained in answer to Christae. "Ages ago, it seems. Loved the weather, the people. Suppose when my mind thought of safe havens to drop into, this came up first. So, tada!" Oosh. Now on her feet, Eideen takes a moment to breathe a couple times. "Again, your hospitality is more than appreciated. I should like very much to transfer here. For a great many reasons."

P'rin's offer earns him a look of absolute wrath from the woman. Either her head does not hurt bad enough to negate a dirty look or two, or the suggestion of being carried does not at all sit well with her. "It's my head that's knocked about, not my feet. See? I got whacked right here." She points to the offended patch on her head, smirking faintly. "But thank you." Taking a moment to look over the case, the woman turned and looked at those asking about it. "My life's work." She explained, and unclipped the holds on it. A look of utter dismay washed over her features before she tipped it enough to loose the water that got in. Grumble grumble. Freeing the case from around the object, Eideen inspected it with immense concern. It was an instrument. Stringed, carved, strange, yet somehow elegant looking all at the same time. Like a harp fashioned to be carried like a lute. After a few moments, she sighed. The sigh of relief, and the case was retrieved. "Damages are very very mild. Nothing I can't fix up later."

P'rin's question of hailstorms brought her about to look at him again. "Much worse. I don't know if you noticed, but I got whacked in the head with a hail ball. Right here." Another point, and a grin. Levity. An arm was slung around the bronzerider's neck as plans to move toward the Weyr were agreed upon. Talk of Thread quieted her for a few moments. A look to P'rin, and then to Christae. "I am trained." She said soberly. "So is she."

~There were old ones whose memories were clear. We sat with them long, and often. And heard stories, and saw the images burned in their minds. We can fight. We were made to fight, Mine was born to fight. We will live here, and we will protect the Weyr and its people.~ Daikalveth shared with the queen. Images she spoke of came in flashes, vivid. Dragonmen astride their bonds diving and looping around the slithering silver threat that fell from roiling clouds.

As they moved toward the Infirmary, Eideen grew somewhat quiet. It was evident in the frown and lines that creased her features that she was far from not-thinking. "You have Weyrlings." She said, then. "At the Reaches we were put through training for Thread with scenarios based on the old riders' memories that were passed down. If it would not be stepping on too many toes, I would like to speak with your Weyrling master at some point to see if they might benefit from the training I remember. So they can use it with the young ones."

Daikalveth's eyes had begun to pulse gently yellow. Less out of pain, and more because of the thoughts cooking in her rider's mind and memory. There was a threat on the horizon. She would need to be in top shape. Careful not to drag her wings, the monstrous green walked with them, bowing once more to the Queen as she passed.

If P'rin didn't move swift enough, however, his boots were bound to be covered in vomit. Eideen heaved briefly and instead of ralphing on her instrument and case, she aimed for.. well, the wrong direction.

[Spirithawk]

"Hmm." Christae was thoughtful. "I can't say I remember your visit. However you might have come when I was out with Kaith. I have been Weyrwoman here for several turns since the old Queen and her rider passed. As I said before, you are welcome to transfer here. We have gaps in our wings."

Christae frowned at the turn of conversation. "We will discuss this when you are better Eideen." She gave P'rin a sharp look. He caught her glance and nodded, dropping the subject.

Christae choked with laughter as her bronzerider was covered in vomit from his thighs down to his wher-hide boots. "I'm sorry P'rin!" She said as she continued to laugh. The look on the bronzerider's face was something she could not resist laughing at.

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"You may have gotten hit with a hail ball, but that doesn't mean your brain is telling your feet what to do properly. I won't carry you, if that's what you want, but you obviously need help getting there. It's not as close as you think to the Weyr."

He was careful to take most of her weight onto his lean frame as they walked. He wished she hadn't taken the instrument away from the rider that Ragule had given it to. It would be less weight.

He was just about to ask her to relinquish it to someone else when he heard a sound that left a sinking feeling in his stomach and a patch of wetness sliding down the lower part of his thighs and along his shins. His boots were too thick for him to feel the sensation through them. He froze. "Shells and shards! You did not just vomit on me!"

Kilzanth let out a draconic roar, his amusement plain for anyone to hear. I think you'll need to change your pants P'rinmine. There was an almost unholy amusement in the dragon's mental voice as he snorted a few times, still laughing.

[Akki]

It seemed Eideen had her own plans of when and where to be patched up. Because soon she was on her feet and moving around, a protesting comment from Ragule. It was a good thing that they could move her to the Weyr now but it would have been better if the woman waited for the patch to be put on properly. K’ael let a small grin appear on his face, this woman would be an interesting one to have around.

“I’ve never seen an instrument like that one before.” K’ael observed, staring at the object. It was a curious thing and he wanted to know what it sounded like when played. Of course that would have to wait until both Eideen and the instrument were fixed up. His thoughts were disturbed though when a hurling noise caught his attention. He blinked and noticed that the greenrider had just heaved and heaved on the bronzerider. He was suddenly quite grateful he was away from the woman’s front but felt bad for the boy. Having someone throw up on you was never a pleasant thing.

He stared at the Weyrwoman with a surprised look as she laughed but her laughter was infectious and he soon found himself chuckling also. He flashed a bashful smile to the boy, a silent apology for laughing.

He took a deep breath, hoping not to laugh again at the boys misfortune. “Want me to carry your case?” He offered to Eideen.