Interrupting a Lesson

[panther]

((OOC:: hint taken ))

The sands were humming with the sounds of dragons, hatchlings, and excitement boiling at the cusp. All the eggs had hatched, several impressions leaving people stumped, surprised, and amazed, though, the amazement was from the former candidates. The last egg had hatched, a blue impressing to a strong candidate V’dann. The blue was sorely injured, thanks to the brown that had hatched prior The hatching, transferred from Igen, had proved a strong, fine clutch, even if it was lacking in ranking colours. One bronze, no queen, but a few browns, which were needed in Dark Moon.

The between, punishingly cold as ever, the dragon appeared from the blistering cold, appearing in the deep caverns of the Hatching sands. The bronze’s wings made lazy, long stroked, keeping him aloft. The bronze was odd, a matte bronze, not too far from the fallow coloured brown that had hatched earlier, but, over this base colour, laid a brindled pattern of a high gloss, regular bronze, he was quite a peculiar sight to see. Large, long, yet abnormally light for a bronze.

On top, a rider, a long coat of a tanned wher hide, brown breeches, and a was-once-white shirt. He pulled of his goggles, a disarray of black hair made the rider look a little messy in comparison to his clothes, eyes almost as dark as his hair, gleaming with excitement. In his hands, was a large pouch, wher hide, lined with fur, thicker and handled more delicate than any other that had come with the transfer clutch.

The caverns went quiet as the bronze appeared, All eyes turning up to see the bronze who had appeared, “Ah,” He grinned, he hadn’t been expecting such a crowd, but then, he hadn’t expected the sands to have people in, not this many. He looked over the crowd, the sands, shells and shards scattered amongst the golden sands. So the hatching was done? But, two eggs stood still, and an injured dragonet and two girls on the floor. He prayed his appearance didn’t impact anything of that.

“Sorry!” He called over the sands to the weyrwoman, “It would appear I’m a little late, Igen didn’t consider that your clutch would have hatched so soon,” He grinned, but it was line with apology too, “I’ve got something you might want here.” He peeled away the furred pouch he held in his lap, triumphantly holding up one more egg. The egg was large, grand, and a perfect colour of gold. The hatchling inside was undoubtedly either an incredibly large king, or a good strong queen. He grinned, a wolfish smile. He knew he held something they each wanted.

[Xennai]

Sound faded in and out, in and out, as if her reception of it had changed. She heard vague words and phrases, a scream, and then hearing faded out again and she was left with the fuzzy gray silence of her thoughts, thoughts that had gone just as numb and silent as the rest of her. Shock. She thought this was shock. She knew she wasn’t hurt, so it had to be.

Salina blinked, realizing that the weight was gone from her legs. Oh. Good. That was good. Head turned and she noticed the blue, dripping ichor, the pain staining his eyes just as his wounds did the sand beneath his feet. That wasn’t good. He should be cared to. She hoped someone was coming soon because she didn’t know what to do…Head turned again and she noticed a boy, looking as panicked as the blue, standing over her. He was apologizing, but she only got the gist of his words. So much had happened…Her mind shied away from that, not wanting to encourage any more pain.

Lips were moving, her own, forming words she didn’t recognize. “’Sokay. Didn’t hurt.” She heard her name being called and frowned. It was fading in and out of focus now too. Ez suddenly loomed into view, looking slightly wild-eyed. There was a brown by his side. Salina felt a stab of pain but it was all internal, none of it physical, before it too faded in face of the anesthetized feeling that had overcome her.

She felt fingers in her hair, brushing it back from her face and she realized she wasn’t as hot and uncomfortable. Ez was holding her, cradling her like she was broken. She wasn’t broken. She was fine. She was just fine. She watched her new brown rider best friend, trying to read his lips because his words kept fading in and out. She pushed at him feebly, trying to get him to set her down. She felt like a wherry. She hadn’t been mauled or anything. She’d just been sat on and that didn’t even hurt. Intentionally not thinking of what really had hurt her seemed to be helping. Denial at its finest.

“I’ll be fine,” she mumbled, still pushing at his shoulder with the strength of a newborn for all it was working. “You’re right. You’re always right. We’ll celebrate for you. Garisath, is it?” Her eyes focused on the brown and she held down a sob that threatened. Because this wasn’t a physical injury that would heal with time. This was scarring, this was damning, this was the loss of a dream she’d held since childhood. She felt absolutely shattered. But she’d be fine. She was fine. She’d be fine for Ez and the outside world. She was fine.

“He’s a good one, Ez, quite grand really. And it’s so you that he’d be colored so oddly. I like it. You’re a handsome fellow, Garisath.” Mortification only continued when Rhia descended, asking if she was fine. A hand waved, lax and limp. “I’m fine, thank you Candidate Mistress.” Rhia left, thankfully, and Salina sighed. Keeping up this façade was exhausting, but she wasn’t going to stop until everyone was convinced.

She saw the flash of bronze, felt the buffet of wings and the sting of sand stirred up by a dragon’s passing. Eyes closed. She didn’t care about anything anymore. She just wanted to spend as much time with Ez as she could and then she’d celebrate for him and go to bed. She suddenly felt so much like sleeping. She felt like she was going to fall over right then from exhaustion.

Silence descended as a result of the dragon’s presence. She wondered who the rider was, but it was of passing interest, of no importance. She didn’t care right now. She just wanted to be with Ez, wanted to see if Garisath was already changing him. That was all. She heard the rider’s words and felt something within her heart twinge. Igen. Dragons. Dragonmen and women and they had too many Eggs, so many that they’d given theirs to Dark Moon. Well, maybe she should have gone there instead. Maybe she should have— “It would appear I’m a little late, Igen didn’t consider that your clutch would have hatched so soon.” She heard movement, heard whispers and she felt panic clutching at her. She couldn’t be here. She couldn’t be here to see what this was about.

Salina tugged at Ez’s sleeve frantically, turning so she was looking at him and not whoever this bronze rider was. She didn’t want to know. She couldn’t know. “Please,” she pleaded. “Please, Ez, please, let’s go. I-I…” Eyes closed and she swallowed. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him how much she hurt. Instead, the last of the rider’s words rung round in her head. “I’ve got something you might want here.” What could he possibly have that they could want? He was from Igen, not Dark Moon. What could he--

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Admin's Note:[/hr]

Igen.

Salina turned slowly, body moving as if she’d woken from a terrible illness and was just getting used to the idea of limbs and voluntary movement again. What she saw made her gasp, made a little sob catch in her throat. She was dreaming. She was delusional. She’d snapped and her mind had produced this image of grandeur to tease her and mock her with. What she couldn’t have. This sudden miracle, that maybe she wasn’t left alone after all. And a Queen, no less?!

She was dreaming. She had made this all up in her mind and she couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t stand being here because this was all some delusion and it was making a searing, agonizing pain flare in her chest. She tugged frantically at Ez’s sleeve, grip much more sure now, her eyes nearly wild. “Please,” she begged. “Get me out of here!”

[panther]

Ez kept her in his arms, he nodded to the candidate mistress, but almost completely ignored her, her words and actions were shrouded off as a bronzer appeared in the halls, a few words were spoken from Salina, but he didn’t realise most of them, his attentions turning skywards. Though there was no sky to be seen within the hatching grounds, there was a dragon, backwinging overhead. Ez was becoming suspicious,

Mine, I hunger, come on.
I know, I know.

As she began to move in his arms, he helped her, helped take her weight and bring her back to her feet. “C’mon Sassie, - Candidate or Weyrling mistress – whatever, I’m taking Salina back to the barracks, Garisath’ll come with me, she’s ok, she’s jut a little shaken up, the last thing she wants is this, if you need me, I’ll be with her, ok?” Ez didn’t wait for an answe,r the brown scooted along before them, drawing on Ez’s thoughts about where they were going, and parting the way as Ez slipped an arm about her, placing her arm over his shoulder, taking her weight, “C’mon you, we’ll get you a nice hot mug of klah.” Words of reassurance soft. But in his mind at the moment? Was a strange combination of glee and curiosity, glee at his own impression, and curiosity at the late arrival of such a large egg! That was undoubtedly big enough to hold a queen. Or by the first egg, that that was one large bronze if not.

[continues with Ez and Salina in the lower Caverns =)]

[Minajerie]

V'dann stood back as the two women healers descended to help Funornth.

"Boy, what are your names?"

"Uh! V-V'dann, and... Funornth. He'll be okay, right?" He couldn't help but fiddle with his hands- a reaction that gave away his worried nervousness.

V'dann watched close at hand as they carefully placed Funornth on a stretcher to get him off the sands.

"It's bad bluerider but he will be fine as long as we can knit the muscle back together. If this would have happened when he was older, we might have a problem. He'll limp for a while but as long as we keep numbweed on it, he should be fine and it will heal as long as we don't let it get infected. He'll have a scar but that's nothing compared to having a permanent limp."

Mine! Where am I going?! Do not leave me!!!

V'dann moved so that he could easily be seen by his blue. He did not want the wounded hatchling thrashing because he could not see him. I am here, funornth. Shhh, they will help make the pain go away. Make you feel better. So stay still for them, okay?

I shall try, mine... oooo. That feels kinda nice.

V'dann looked over to see that Rhia had slathered numbweed on the wound. With the Weyrwoman's warning, he turned back to Funornth. What she is about to do will feel strange, but it is to help you, so don't worry.

Funornth whimpered a little, but didn't move. It feels very odd. Will she be done soon? His mind voice had a whiny pleading sound to it. Poor thing.

She's almost done........ there.

As the Weyrwoman announced she was done, a relieved sigh escaped both dragon and rider.

Much better.

[Minajerie]

Andilay stiffened as some of the kicked up sand found it's way into her wounds. "SHARDS!! Can't that bronze land already!" A bronze that apparently had a very large egg in its riders hands.

"Oh, shell, he better not drop that." She shook her head then looked up at her friend. "Here, help me up. Sorry bout the blood." Andilay extended her unwounded arm, her hand and some of her forearm covered with her drying blood.

~Rayn shook her head and grasped the offered hand. "We're swordswomen, remember? What's a little blood among friends? Besides, I already have some smeared on me cuz of Llanwreth." The other woman gestured to her chest where a smear of blood was visible. "Though, it was my fault. I hugged him." She tugged Andilay to her feet without much trouble.~

"Soo... one more egg huh? It looks like a big'un too. Er, one." Andilay looked down at herself. She wasn't loosing to much blood was she? Sure the scratches were rather deep, but not nearly as bad as they could be. After all, she couldn't even see bone. "Wonder who will be the lucky one to catch the large hatchling's attention."

"Speaking of impressions, you need to get back to yours. I'm obviously out of mortal danger, and if I'm not mistaken, there are some healers on their way to treat me... so go back to.. Llanwreth, was it? Very nice name by the way. Very strong, much like yourself." Andilay gave her sword sister a smile and a little shooing motion.

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Rayn smiled back. "Okay, just... don't get in the way of the new hatchling when she comes out. I don't think I can take you getting mauled twice in one hatching."

Andilay chuckled, "I don't think I could either."

Rayn nodded and trotted back to her dragon. How are you doing? Do you need more? Have you been good.

Fine. Maybe a little. I've been good. How is your friend.. sister? You care for her deeply, I can tell.

Rayn scooped half a new bowl into Llanwreth's old one. Just a little you said, right? And she's bleeding, but fine otherwise. I always seem to be so surprised how unshakable she seems. I think of her as a sister, though we are not related. We have shared much, but not quite as much as you and I will. She gave her dragon a loving smile and caressed his eyeridge. "I love you, y'know."

I know.

[Spirithawk]

OOC: I thought the clutch was transferred from Ista and this egg is being transferred from another weyr because Ista didn't want to part with one of its Queens. And Pan, Ez will get in BIG trouble for not listening to Rhia, just FYI . Mina, Weyrwoman needs to be capitalized when it is referring to THE Weyrwoman and Andilay will need stitches because, as I said in my post, the scratches were bad.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Ragule had finished with the young lad ... Ez he'd said his name was. Very nice little brown dragonet, too. One that didn't seem to mind Torc harrassing his eyeridges, either. Things were looking good. As he moved away from the youngster and his dragon, Ragule scanned the people and dragons still on the sands with his eyes, even as he folded up his redwort-soaked rag. The infusion was going to leave the rag stained an interesting color, and his own fingers temporarily so. But Ragule didn't mind ... often times his fingers were normally stained odd colors from the herbs he worked with in healing.

Yes, things were going well. Eggs hatching, young people impressing. It was very good. And the Weyrwoman seemed to have the tending of that little dragon's wing all taken care of. Good, good. Ragule smiled slightly, remembering how when he had been young even he had dreamed of being a dragon rider. And that very dream was being realized this day for so many of the young people here. The looks of happiness and joy on the successful's faces was a heartening thing to see. It was no wonder so many young people dreamed of being able to stand. The very idea of having a lifelong friend that understood your every thought, dream, woe, and care. And the unconditional love that went along with it.

But then that dream became a nightmare for a few. Dragonet attacked dragonet. Candidates knocked down, mauled, and sat upon. Even as a hatchling, a dragonet was no light creature. The lass that was being sat on didn't seem overly injured bodily, and the blue was only sitting on her legs, so Ragule didn't worry so much about her. That other lass, however, the one that had been knocked down and then raked did concern him.

Despite his age and creaky joints, Ragule moved swiftly. Just as soon as he'd seen it happen, he had snatched up the bag at his feet, and was sprinting across the sands. But even as fast as he moved, he was not the first to the scene. The Weyrwoman was already shouting at that young lad who had impressed - a journeyman healer. Good, good. Also, another new weyrling had already arrived at her side and was helping her. It was very nice to see so many people willing to move on a moment's notice and extend a helping hand.

The dragonet that had been bitten was going to need considerable care, as well, but Ragule knew he was in good hands with the Weyrwoman. So he focused completely on the young lady before him.

"Hold still. Let me clean that and get the bleeding stopped." Ragule ordered firmly but not unkindly. He completly ignored the arrival of the bronze other than realizing that he'd arrived. He did not turn to see or look or in any way acknowledge the arrival ... he had a job to do. Ragule quickly worked to clean the wound that looked the worst, the one on her arm. It was messy, blood still leaked everywhere, mixed with redwort. And then he clamped the wound shut firmly with one hand, considerable grip forcing the wound shut and slowing the flow of blood. "Just a moment, that probably hurts." He mentioned, in a soothing tone as his other hand fished around in his bag. Finding a length of badaging, he worked at it for a moment, before glancing at the weyrling that was there. "Give me a hand here?" He asked, since the journeyman healer was not quite there yet. With a few more fingers to help unroll the bandaging and hold the first few wraps in place, Ragule slid his fingers off the wound as the bandaging went over, allowing the material to hold the wound closed. He gave it one layer, and then had his helper hold it all in place while he smeared a good amount of a thinner than usual numbweed over the whole area to help take the pain away. Which had probably been exaberated by his pinching and holding the thing closed. The numbweed easily soaked through the layer of bandaging, and applied itself to her arm, and he set the jar aside to resume wrapping with the bandage. It had to be snug enough to hold the wound shut but not so tight as to cut off all blood flow to the limb.

"This probably is going to need a few stitches, but here is not the best place to try and do stitching." Ragule explained. Especially not given the circumstances and the bit of sand being chunked in all directions and such. A dragonet would need on the spot stitching, no doubt. But then Ragule was pretty certain this young lady was smart enough to keep from using the arm until it had been secured properly, and would not do more harm to herself in paniced flailing.

In fact, she'd taken the mauling very well, all things considered.

"Come, let's get you off the sands, and then we'll take a gander at the rest of those wounds. They're going to need cleaning and bandaging as well." Ragule instructed, before gesturing at the nearest entrance. He was pretty sure that with only two still eggs which were apparently dead, and the one that the rider was weilding like a scepter, the odds of this young lady impressing were fairly low. Quite. And he wanted to take care of her wounds properly.

And without the possibility of irrevocably humiliating her in front of the whole Weyr ... her wounds were after all under what was left of her shirt. Picking up his bag, Ragule followed her off the sands. Nothing life threatening, at least. Not on any of them. But the latest injuries were no petty thing either.

[Minajerie]

(( O.o Just to clarify: I didn't say they weren't that deep, but weren't as bad as they could be. As a professional sword for hire Andilay has seen- and inflicted- worse cuts. That by no means was implying that she didn't need stitches. ))

[Spirithawk]

OOC: Ah ok, I must have misread the post then.))

[panther]

(( Hawk: Ez is listening to her. He's able to tend to both, he can feed Garisath and make sue Sassie's fine =) ))

[Minajerie]

Andilay held out her arm for healer, she was no wherry head to be flailing about stupidly. It was an easy way to get killed in her line of work. She was calm, even when in pain. It was one of her many positive attributes as a sword for hire.

She managed not to wince when the healer pressed on her wound firmly and held his hand there as he searched for something in his bags. Though, she could feel the start of smarting tears at the edges of her eyes.

Andilay couldn't help but frown a little as the healer started to wrap her arm. It hurt, but it was short lived as he applied some numbweed to the first layer and she felt it soak through the bandage. Ahhhhhhhhhh.

When the healer mentioned stitches she had to fight to not utter a 'whyyy'. She hated the itchy things, and had feared this new injury might need them- she had been rather relieved when he had started to bandage her arm. Now he tells her that she would need those AWFUL things!! Why couldn't the brown hatchling just given her more scratches that weren't so deep, instead of few deep ones that needed those terrible things?

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Admin's Note:[/hr] WHYYYHYYYY?

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Admin's Note:[/hr]

Wow she sounded whiny. Well, at least she could point that out to herself, instead of having said it out loud and having others make the observation.

It took Andilay a moment to notice that the healer wanted her to move off the hatching sands. Once she did she took a minor look around and then waved gently to Rayn with her good arm before making her way to an exit. Her instinct still told her she wasn't needed, and if a mauling was what she got when she didn't listen, she was going to take heed to it and move.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Once off the sands and in a more secluded spot, Ragule set down his bag again and gestured for Andilay to take a seat while turning his attention to Rayn, who seemed to be close to his new patient. "I'm going to need a large towel or sheet, and a new shirt that will be big on her. Quickly." He requested, before turning back to Andilay.

"Now let's see about those other wounds of yours." Ragule said, carefully cutting some of the stringier bits of her shirt that were tenaciously holding on. Once the wounds were clear of stringy bits of fabric, he started washing them down, cleaning them out. No telling what sort of gook had got into them from the dragonet's claws. Egg goo, sand, whatever happened to be in the sand from dragons and people walking around on it, the wind blowing ... and then more sand when that other dragon had whisked in so sudden like ... there was a great risk for infection, there. He worked gently, though, well knowing that any messing with the wounds would hurt ... and he couldn't apply any numbweed until the wounds were clean. Quickly, he cleaned them, until he was sure there was nothing left embedded in her side. Then he rinsed it out with redwort just to be sure, and applied a hearty layer of thicker numbweed.

"There ... now it just needs bandaged. I don't think the ones on your side are going to need stitches." Ragule said. They were shallow enough. "But I can't bandage them without taking your shirt there off ... we'll wait until your friend gets back with a sheet or towel for you." He said. It could wait a moment or to. And that moment or two would preserve her dignity. Even over here, off the sands, there were still a great number of people who could see.

"Your arm, you let me know when it stops hurting. And then we'll get it fixed up right." Ragule added, fishing around in his bag again. There was a small wooden container in there somewhere, that contained his needlethorns ... but like always, it had sifted down to the bottom of the bag somewhere.

[Minajerie]

((Uh... Rayn stayed on the sands to feed her dragon... O.o ))

[Minajerie]

Andilay was never very modest. She believed that there was nothing wrong with her body, so why be ashamed of it? Why she tended to be 'modest'

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Admin's Note:[/hr] Well, that was out of consideration for others.

So when the healer said he needed to bandage her cuts but the rest of her shirt was in the way, one of two options popped up. One, she could wait till his.. uh.. assistant? got back with some sort of cover. The other option was faster and would need her to cut something. And of course, she loved cutting things.

Andilay shifted her weight onto her left foot and brought up her right leg for easy access to her boot. She grasped the hilt of one of her favorite knives- and a rather longer than usual one at that. She was sure the healer may have gotten a little nervous when she pulled it out. With ease she turned the wicked looking thing to her shirt and, with one hand lightly holding it(shirt), sliced up in a smooth motion, neatly severing her shirt in two. Careful not to let anything show, she gathered both edges of the shirt and pulled them up carefully. When her shirt bunched under her bust, she tied the ends of the shirt together. This, by no means, was something a modest person would do. But it saved them time and bother. Andilay was just a little sad that she had to do it to one of her favorite shirts. Oh well. She would salvage the fabric later.

[Akki]

Ooc|| D< SHAME ON ME. I ttly didn’t notice Ragule asking K’ael for help D: Forgiveeemeee

When Ragule asked for help, K’ael went from confusing Weyrling back to his normal Journeyman self. The mauling had been a rather brutal one. Not only was the girl attacked, but another dragonet also. Clearly the brown was a rather feisty character. “I’ll help with whatever I can.” K’ael promised, surveying the MasterHealer as he went to work. Osaith stood to the side, not quite sure of what was happening but was smart enough to know she shouldn’t get in the way.

When Andilay was making her way off the sands, he positioned his hands close behind her. In case she was to fall or something, he wanted to make sure that she would fall into something that would be able to support her. K’ael was actually about to peel off his own shirt and offer it to the girl. The man could get away with showing his skin without being accused of behind immodest or something. But that didn’t seem necessary, the girl was clearly comfortable with the idea of showing skin as she ripped up her shirt and fashioned it into a new, much more revealing shirt.

He felt bad for the girl. Not only was she mauled but now she had to get stitches. They were tricky things, move too fast and they could rip open. Make a wrong move, and oops! There goes a stitch and you’re bleeding all over again. He hoped for her sake that the stitches wouldn’t have to remain there for too long.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Ragule did not show it, but he was surprised. Until he remembered one key factor ... he was standing in the middle of a Weyr! They were far more ... loose ... about such things. Not at all like the typical Hold. Toodling along down the right track, now, he didn't make a comment at all about her cut shirt. "Be careful with that knife. Don't need you falling on it and making a bigger mess." He commented, teasing lightly. Now that he was able, he bandaged up her side securely, to make sure the cuts there stayed clean. He didn't pile on the bandages, though, keeping them light. Not only to allow more maneuverability, but also to allow it to breathe ... and keep her from overheating too badly. "That's not too tight is it?" Ragule asked, even as he made sure it was snug ... it needed to be snug, but not to the point where it inhibited her breathing at all.

Ragule nodded to K'ael, and handed him the small canister of needlethorns. "String two of those up, would you? About a foot of line each." He instructed, glad to have a young set of hands - and eyes - to do some of the work. Trusting that K'ael would know all about how to do such a task as well as to disinfect the whole works afterwards, Ragule turned his attention back to Andilay's arm. "How badly does this still hurt?" He asked, handling the bandaged area gently even as he started unwrapping it again. Now that they were off the sands, he fully intended to do a proper job of mending it. "If you can feel it at all, I'll add more numbweed salve ..." He remarked. He well knew from proir experience that having someone poking you with needlethorns when you could still feel it was not a pleasant experience at all. But at the same time he didn't want to over do the numbweed to the area. Too much and she might loose all cognitive control over the limb. Which, in its own way, would be bad. A limp limb flopping around was really hard to keep out of trouble!

[Minajerie]

Andilay gave a small smile to the man and tucked her knife back away. She didn't need it anymore, and it would be safer in it's boot holster. When the healer asked if the bandage was to tight, Andilay took a few tentative breaths. It felt pleasantly snug, but not tight enough to badly hinder her breathing. She could still feel the constriction though. "It's fine. Thanks."

Andilay glanced at K'ael as the healer asked him to thread some needles. Her attention went from him to his dragon, and she couldn't help but smile and give the green a little wave. She was being a patient girl even though she was sure the poor thing was probably tired, or still hungry... both? She hoped the green didn't hold it against her that she was hogging her riders attention at the moment.

"How badly does this still hurt?"

The question brought her attention back home, and Andilay cocked her head to the side and glanced at her arm. Carefully she flexed her muscles and twisted her arm a little. "It still smarts some. Not a lot though... about a tad bit more than a paper-cut smart. If you can get my meaning." She gave the man a small smile and waited patiently for him to continue the treatment.

[Akki]

He accepted the canister, glad that he could help out. He was forever grateful for his slim fingers, they made threading needlethorns a lot easier. Stubby fingers often took quite a number of tries. He measured the line, his eyes quite accurate when he mentally measured the piece in his hand before twisting it around his finger a few times and neatly snapping it. It took only one try to get the line through the hollow needlethorn. Practice makes perfect after all, right? And he had quite the bit of practice, drudges often finding his way to him with sliced open hands. A soft smile played on his lips, he would miss the people at Caspian and couldn’t wait to visit as soon as he could.

He rubbed redwort over it afterwards, careful to cover everything. If it wasn’t thoroughly covered there was a chance something on the needlethorn would get into her and cause an infection. A risk he wasn’t willing to take. With red dyed hands he handed the threaded needlethorn over. “Here you go.” He said, respect obvious in his voice. Ragule was quite a few years older than him and obviously was much more experienced.

Osaith cocked her head slightly to the side as Andilay gave her a small wave. She took a few steps closer to the girl, crooning almost comfortingly. The green knew the girl was hurt, she had seen the mauling and felt bad the she didn’t have a dragonet by her side. Not all that bad though, the dragonet knew that it just meant hers wasn’t in this clutch this time. “Feel free to ask her to move if she gets in the way.” K’ael offered to both Ragule and Andilay.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

"She's fine." Ragule mentioned, as he finished removing the bandage. He rubbed on a little more numbweed, to make sure it wouldn't hurt when he poked her with the needlethorn. "Ah, thank you, lad." Ragule said, taking the first needlethorn. With quick, efficient, skilled motiones, Ragule quickly slipped the sharp needlethorn through one side of the wound and then the other after matching it up neatly. Allowing the thorn to dangle gently, he fastened the fiber with a secure knot. Taking a small, wickedly sharp knife, Ragule neatly severed the long end of the fiber with barely a touch of the blade to it... it was something he always made sure he had, a sharp knife. Sawing brutally at a stitch with a dull knife was never a nice thing to do to a patient! Working quickly, Ragule quickly used up the first needlethorn's worth of fiber, switching over to the second one that K'ael had fixed up.

Soon, a neat row of little knots marched up Andilay's arm, holding her flesh together. "Lucky you didn't need any muscular stitches." Ragule commented. "I don't have any catgut with me." For any stitches made inside a body had to be done with something the body could dissolve ... "Alright, I think this is done." Ragule washed the whole thing down in more redwort solution, before applying a little more numbweed and wrapping the whole thing in a fresh bandage cloth. "I would appreciate it if you'd come see me every few days. We'll want to keep a close eye on all these. And I reckon in a week or two we can take those stitches out safely." He told her, with a smile.

Wiping his hands off on a rag, the Healer nodded to K'ael. "Thank you greatly for your help. I really appreciate it. But now ... I suspect your little friend here needs your attention." He smiled tenderly down at the little green. Which reminded him ... where was Torc? Ragule looked around for a moment, before spotting the old flitter still industriously scratching away on the same brown dragonet's head. With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Ragule bent to start cleaning up his bag. He wasn't quite done, yet ... he intended to go see if the Weyrwoman and the Candidate Master needed help with that little blue.

[Minajerie]

Andilay watched as the healer stitched up her arm. She never got tired of watching healers work, they could put people and animals back together again; what was more interesting than that?!

Once he was finished she lightly brushed the bandages with the tip of her fingertips. She supposed she would have to be careful while bathing-especially with her arm... wonderful.

Andilay gave the healer a small bow. "Thank you, I shall see you soon then." She then turned to the new greenrider and bowed to him as well. "Thank you, your concern was appreciated." She smiled and decided she might as well go clean herself up and rest until it was time for the hatching feast.