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Post by Torva Anian on Apr 17, 2006 20:18:59 GMT -5
(( Since I am temporarily locked out of my green's intro here is the other's ))
The world suddenly appeared again as the dragon came out of between. The small boy on the back of the blue tried to jump away from this odd bunch of sights and noises but all that got him was a fall from the dragon...luckily the rider knew of this trait the boy had and asked the dragon to appear out of between low so the fall was a small one.
The dragon continued to lower and the rider dismounted to check the boy but the boy had already gone running so he shrugged and left.
The boy would continue to run and enter the halled area. He looked from one hallway to the next and chose one at seemingly random and ran. He would do this to all the hallways and continue running until exhaustion took him and he went into a corner of adjoining hallways and slept. A whimper would sound from the boy's mouth every now and again and a protective movement was made around his right hand.
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Post by Spirithawk on Apr 18, 2006 11:36:51 GMT -5
Christae heard the watchdragon's greeting and went to see what was going on. She walked out of her weyr and ran lightly down the long flights of stairs.
~If flying on you every day doesn't keep me fit, running up and down stairs will.~ She said silently to the great golden queen sunning herself on the Weyrleader's ledge.
The dragon chuckled sleepily. Why should you worry about being fit?
~Because.~ She said simply. ~I just had a baby not to long ago and I need to get back into shape.~
You know Sh'iron doesn't care about that.
~Who said I was worried about Sh'iron?~ The dragon snorted and went back to her nap as Christae walked up to where the bluerider had just launched. Before she could say anything, the rider had gone /between/. She looked annoyed.
~Kaith, what was that about?~
The watchdragon says that the bluerider dropped off a boy. Don't you remember? ((enter Weyr name here)) said that they couldn't handle the boy and that since you will probably have a clutch soon they will send the boy to you. He ran into the hall way.
Christae sighed, as if she didn't have enough to worry about. She walked through the halls of the inner caverns. "Hello? Little one, I need you to tell me where you are. You will get lost here. Wouldn't you like to come and see your new room."
She had been warned about the boy's sometimes wild nature but no one had given her any specifics. It was just like ______ to foist off a problem child on Dark Moon. She only hoped that he could be civilized. Her voice was soothing.
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Post by Torva Anian on Apr 18, 2006 15:36:51 GMT -5
The whimper immediately stopped as a voice was heard and the boy's head snapped up to look around. He got unsteadily to his feet, they having fell asleep. He continued to cradle his hand as he crouched and move forward slowly towards the nice voice. He continued to creep forward until he could see the maker of the voice then stopped looking at her warily and looking beyond her for others. A couple of fingers absently rubbed at his sleepfilled eyes as he continued to stare.
In the half dark of the corridor one would be able to see the dirty face and dingy ripped clothes the boy wore. And that the boy wore no shoes at all. His hair would be in total dissaray with knots and brambles in it still.
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Post by Spirithawk on Apr 18, 2006 17:18:05 GMT -5
Christae paused in suprise when she saw the ragged little boy. ~I found him Kaith. I might need your help so you need to wake up.~
What good will I do? The gold grumbled and raised her head from the ledge. There I am awake happy?
~Yes, I can't wait until you fly. Then again, I can because then you become broody instead of just grouchy.~ Kaith snorted. Christae held her hand out. "Hello little one." She said in the sweet voice she used to soothe her infant son. She winced when she realized how dirty the child was. She would have to get Chiron's nursemaid to come. The woman took care of the boy when she and Sh'iron had too much work to do to tend to him. At the moment, the baby was asleep so the woman would be free. She had a gentle touch and voice. She might be able to coax the boy to bathe and get him into some suitable clothes.
Christae mentally laughed at how motherly she had become since she had her son, or had that happened before? She had been looking after the weyr for a long time. In a way, she viewed the people in it as part of her family. In a way, they were and she was their mother. They looked to her and Sh'iron to guidance. She would have to consult him on what to do with the weyr who had foisted the boy off on them.
"You are ok little one. Do you want some food? Or maybe something to drink. I can show you to your room." Christae didn't really know what to say. Words weren't really needed with Chiron. She only hoped that she was able to bring this boy around before the infant woke up.
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Post by Torva Anian on Apr 18, 2006 18:20:27 GMT -5
The boy's face wrinkled in a grimace when her hand came out towards him. He had understood some of what she said, his mind latching onto the words "food" and "drink". His eyes still roved the corridors around them to make sure an ambush wasn't happennig then he focused once more on the woman who had spoken of food.
A small animal-like snort came from him and he moved closer while warily watching her hand and made sure that it didn't come too close to him. He moved in an half crouch towards her until he was a few feet away and then stopped waiting for her to lead him to the food. His eyes didn't stop moving; speaking of his memory of being prey for too many years.
Then his mouth puckered slightly and his right hand was pushed against his chest before he ran his left through this hair grasping it tightly at the nape of his neck. He crouched further as his breathing quickened momentarily before a small whine escaped his throat. Terror flashed through his eyes as the whine was made and he looked around and spotted the female. All recognition had faded from his eyes. He no longer saw the nice voice from the moments ago but now saw a threat to his exsistence. Anything that knew of his pain, his weakness would pounce. He knew it would. He couldn't have it. Couldn't. With a half shriek the boy turned and fled losing what little reason he had possessed and ran down different, random hallways once more. All that filled his mind was getting away from the predators and the pain...but the pain wouldn't leave...never would it leave....
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Post by Spirithawk on Apr 18, 2006 19:38:57 GMT -5
Christae breathed a small sigh of relief when he began to move closer. "That's good. Come on now, food is this way." She moved her had closer to him, if he wanted to take it. When he shrieked, Christae clapped her hand over her ears.
~Kaith, where did he go?~ I don't know. He is still in the hallways though. I hope he doesn't get into the pipe chamber. The water is hot. Christae gasped and took off running after him.
~Call Sh'iron now!~ Kaith sent out an urgent summons for the Weyrleader, telling him that a scared boy was running though the halls and didn't know where he was going. Kaith told her mate that she was afraid that the boy would blunder into the room that held the pipes that transported hot water.
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Post by Torva Anian on Apr 19, 2006 8:39:25 GMT -5
He continued his frenzied run for ten minutes or more before he started to tire and slowed down to a half lope. Any time he heard a noise from the side of the hallway he was traveling on he zigged to the other side. Which made him zig and zag across the hallways, his fear making him hear perhaps more than there was. Apparently he was nearing on a slightly more habitative place because noises came more frequently from the left. The boy slide to the right and stayed on that wall until an opening was there and he slide inside.
Inside there was the sound of running water but not anything that spoke of mankind so he crept closer until he saw large gray and brown things sticking out of the walls and going into other parts of the wall in a complex maze. He looked through the pipes and saw that it could be a hiding place in the back if one could slip through. He put his hand on the first pipe planning on swinging his leg over when the gray thing heated up his hand. Another scream could be heard and the poor boy ran out of the room and headed down another hallway.
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Post by Spirithawk on Apr 19, 2006 10:41:04 GMT -5
The Weyrwoman was glad that she was young and fit as the boy continued to run in a frenzied state through the unused passageways of the Weyr. She cut a sharp corner and nearly fell. Her stumble cost her precious time and she lost the boy for a few moments before hearing his scrabbling footsteps.
You had better catch him soon! Kaith's voice was urgent.
~I am trying!~ She snapped.
Christae groaned when the scream reached her ears. "Healers!" She cried. "Healers to the pipe room!" She hoped they could hear. Kaith bellowed in alarm as the high pitched scream echoed through the empty passages of the weyr.
~Tell the healers that there has been a burn. There is an extremely frightened child of about 9-10 turns old and he got into the pipe room. I need Nike and Sh'iron NOW. They might need sedatives. Redwort, numbweed salve! What am I talking about, they are Healers, they know this. Just tell them to come NOW!~
"We definately need to put a door up and lock it. Too many people have gotten burned wandering into there." This was the first incident in a while but a Candidate had gotten burned when she was there. The girl had been transferred before the Hatching to the Healer Hall and had lost her chance to Impress because she had been badly burned.
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Post by nike on Apr 19, 2006 15:11:54 GMT -5
Nike's head snapped up from the book that she was reading. Kaith had just called her. A loose boy? Running around the Weyr?
Alright, I'm coming. She said jumping from her seat and grabing her kit.
This was odd. Totally odd. Today she was on her healer duty. Dressed in Healer green from head to toe.
The only thing that wasn't green was her hair, skin, boots, and the shoulder knots that she wore on each shoulder. One showed that she was a Weyrling of Dark Moon, the other was that she was a MAster healer of Dark Moon.
Two firelizards appeard above her. the gold landed on her bonded's shoulder and started chittering.
"Not now Zim! I've got to go calm someone down!" the Healer said rushing out of her small office.
Hearing a scream, she ran down towards it. On her way she grabed a basket of glows.
She almost ran into Christae, but Zim had pulled on her hair to stop her.
"Tell me everything you know, Weyrwoman," Nike said as she jogged along side the goldrider.
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Sh'iron had just sat down at a table in the dining hall when Myranenth told him that Christae needed him.
The Weyrleader pushed his chair back at stood up with a curse.
"Where is she?" He asked the bronze.
Christae and Nike are chasing a young boy in the back, lower halls of the Caverens. In the storage halls.
He nodded and ran to the short stairway that would lead him down to the lower halls right below the main Caverens.
Hearing a scream, the Weyrleader quickened his pace. The sight of a slim figure running and being chased by two women. One in Healer green with a gold and blue firelizard following her, and one with a bronze firelizard.
Nike and Christae. Blue eyes looked around before Sh'iron darted into a different hall. This would cut the boy off, and he would be trapped between himself, and the other two.
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Post by Spirithawk on Apr 19, 2006 15:49:04 GMT -5
Christae tried to explain as she ran. "A bluerider from another Weyr dropped off the boy we were expecting today. They said that he could be a bit unruly at times but they didn't tell me that he was savage!"
She dashed around a corner following an elisuive flash of dirty rags. "He jumped from the blue's back and ran into the Weyr. You know how the caverns are here, we explored them when we were younger. It is a maze that even one who knows them could get lost for days in."
"I followed the boy. He's about nine or ten turns old. He was dirty, very dirty, wearing ragged clothing. I tired to coax him to come with me but something scared him. He took off running. I tried to catch him but I stumbled. He got into the room that holds all the pipes for the hot water. I can only guess about what happened afterwards. I heard a scream and was just in time to see him dart from the room holding his hand. I think he was badly burned."
"We might need to get some of the other weyrfolk in here. The weyrbrats know this place well and so do the riders that Impressed with us." Christae's side was starting to hurt. She had been running after the child for a long time but she continued.
Myranenth says that Sh'iron is trying to head him off. Love there is only three exits to the chamber he is about to enter. Sh'iron is blocking one. You and Nike are coming from the other.
"We can cut him off. I have to go this way. Continue on here. The chamber ahead only has three exits. Sh'iron is cutting him off on the long way. There is a passage that leads to the other opening. I can stop him there and he will be trapped."
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Post by Torva Anian on Apr 19, 2006 16:12:44 GMT -5
The boy continued to run in his half lope with both arms pulled in close to his chest. He stopped breifly at a two way intersection and started going to the right then stopped as he heard sounds coming from that way. A deep look of concern and frown touched his face. He whirled around and started down the other passage before backing up a few steps. There were sounds of someone coming down that way as well. Another whine pulled from his throat. He turned and saw one in green coming up behind him and terror jolted through him again. He was trapped, no where to go, another whine escaped.
He moved in a small circle first backing up from one running person then to the next wondering what to do now that the trap had closed. In the end he stood whimpering standing staring as they came on.
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Post by Spirithawk on Apr 19, 2006 16:24:57 GMT -5
Christae arrived at the passageway before the other two and saw the boy come darting in. She saw his indecision and was relieved when she heard the sounds of Nike and Sh'iron coming in from the other passageways. She rested her hands on her knees, breathing heavily. With an effort, the young Weyrwoman stood straighter. She looked around to find something to block the passageway so that she could maneuver.
"It is ok little one. We don't want to hurt you. We want to help. Doesn't your hand hurt? We have a Healer who can help you. We can make it all better. Don't you want to feel better?" She spotted a large chest and quickly moved it in front of the passage so that she could move away if she wanted to. The chest was almost up to her ribs in height and there was no way the boy could get over it. With a strong push, she was able to push it over the opening.
She walked forward. "I don't want to hurt you. Calm down youngling. I can get you food and drink. You want that don't you?" Christae's voice was soothing, mesmerising. She just hoped that Nike caught what she was doing. She was trying to get the boy's attention on her so that Nike could slip in and sedate him. If worse came to worse, they could get Sh'iron to pin him down.
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Post by nike on Apr 19, 2006 20:22:43 GMT -5
Sh'iron stopped in his passageway and reached out a hand to the wall so he could catch his breath.
Once done he stood straighter and looked at the boy.
"We don't want to hurt you. We want to help you," He said raising his hands up slowly, palms out showing that he didn't want to hurt him.
His eyes darted to Nike, looking for what she was doing.
The Weyrleader still smiled, but blocked his way so that the boy would not be able to escape.
Myranenth came into his rider's mind. Do you want Ruanth, Kaith and I to help calm the boy down?
Then the Whiterider can put him to sleep.
Alright, ask the other two. They could help.
The bronze asked the white and his mate.
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As soon as the boy was trapped, Nike kneeled down and opened out her case.
She had only one thing other than fellis to put someone to sleep.
But the only was to get it ino the body was through a needle, and syringe.
As Christae and Sh'iron started to calm the boy down, she got out her tools, out the hollowed out needle of the needle thorn plant to her syringe. Then she took out a bottle full of yellowish liquid.
She stuck the needle in and drew some of the liquid out.
Standing up after her things were replaced, she slowly walked up behind the boy.
Myranenth asks if we could help calm the boy down. Can I? Ruanth asked.
Well sure. But be careful, we don't want to scare him anymore. And once this is in him, he will fall asleep and won't wake up
for atleast twelve hours.
Don't worry, I will be careful. The white said, then slowly entere the boy's mind, caressing it, calming it.
Please do not be afraid. I am Ruanth, the white dragon. My rider is one of the Healers here. She heard about your problem, and is worried for you. I am too. We do not want you to be afraid. No one in this Weyr wants to harm you. No one.
Not one of the dragons or their riders, or even the firelizards wants to harm you. Just calm down, and tell me what troubles you. Remember these people don't want to hurt you. The white said.
Myranenth's deep, black, liquid silk voice soon joined in with Ruanth's light and flower like voice.
I am Myranenth. The dragon of the rider who is with you. His name is Sh'iron. He is the Weyrleader.
He, like Ruanth's rider, and my mate's, does not want to hurt you. Just calm down, and tell the three of us why you run from our riders.
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Post by Spirithawk on Apr 19, 2006 22:01:27 GMT -5
We are speaking to the boy. ~Just be careful love, we don't want him to attack anyone. ~
Do not worry about me. Chrisate kept her own voice soothing, keeping the boy's attention away from what Nike was doing. "Please let us help you.
We are here to help you little one. I am Kaith. My rider is Chrisate. She just wants to help little one. We want to care for you. There is no reason to run from our riders. We mean you no harm.
Chrisate was suprised that the dragon's voice could be so soothing. Now you know why Chiron doesn't wake you up at night. Kaith's voice was smug when she spoke to her rider, careful not to let the scared boy hear.
((Hmm it would be rather funny to have Chiron be a HAD...growing up in a weyr....he would never realize that it wasnt unusual))
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Post by Torva Anian on Apr 20, 2006 7:51:46 GMT -5
He would watch silently as they moved forward and blocked him in. Nice voice even put something infront of the exit blocking it. He looked around closely at those who had trapped him. His eyes went from Nice Voice to Green. She was doing something with a box. He looked from Green and spotted man, his lips automatically curled and something akin to discust and hate crossed his face. He absently put a few steps between himself and Man. Those steps would bring him closer to Nice Voice to whom he trusted the most of the three, but that trust was thin as ice still.
His hand slowly reached up to touch his head as voices entered his mind and started talking to him. A confused look filled his face but he didn't run from it. These voices in his head comforted him and told him nice somethings. (( God he's a loony now...talking to voices in his head...lol ))
He watched Green again with the sharp thing doing something. He backed a few more steps towards Nice Voice. He didn't like being so close to her but he liked the look of that sharp thing less. He looked up at Nice Voice with exhaustion, fear, and pain evident in his face, "Food?." His voice was almost never used and his throat raw from the times he had screamed but if one
listened his words were understandable... his meaning sometimes not. He was tired of running and awfully hungry. Perhaps if he stayed close she would protect him from the other two for a while, just until he got food and sleep. His thoughts never went further than what his body forced him to acknowledge.
By the time he was done moving and talking his back was against the wall closest to Nice Voice and as far away from Green and Man as he could make it. He stood there his legs slightly shaking from the strain of running for running under the jolts of adreneline and his breathing still a bit heavy. If one looked at his hands they would see one (left) was red and starting to have blisters from the heat that had touched it and the other (right) was being favored by the boy.
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Post by Spirithawk on Apr 20, 2006 18:49:10 GMT -5
Christae kept a gentle expression on her face even though she wanted to scream with frustration at the wary creature. ~Kaith, tell the others not to press him. Tell them to back off a bit. I might be able to calm him down more than what he is and I need them to keep the exits blocked.~
The large gold obliged and then settled to watch through her rider's eyes. "Don't you want me to help your hand feel better? That is why Nike is here. She has a salve that will make your hand all better. If you come with me, I can rub some on your hand."
She slowly moved towards him. "I can get some food for you. I can get you something to drink too."
~Kaith, get a drudge to bring me sweetrolls. Have them get here quickly and give the rolls to Nike so she can drug them.~ Kaith rolled her eyes. You will never gain his trust that way.
~Very well then, just get a drudge to give me some food.~ The gold relayed the message to a fleet-looking kitchen drudge who set off at a run, not daring to disobey the imperious Queen of the Weyr. Presently Christae heard the sound of running feet. Unlike Nike, Sh'iron and Chrisate, the girl knew the shortcuts to the passage that the riders were in.
"Sh'iron, take the rolls from her. Girl, stay in that entryway and if he tries to escape, block him. Sh'iron, bring the rolls to me. I think he will accept them from me easier than from you." She moved slowly away from the scared boy and held her arm out for the plate of sweet rolls.
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Post by nike on Apr 21, 2006 16:51:32 GMT -5
Sh'iron took the rolls and handed them to Christae. He kept a smile on his face he looked closely at the boy.
Poor thing. What did his former Weyr do to him?
He stood back and crossed his arms over his chest, watching.
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Nike nodded for the drudge to take her place. She would have to sedate him no matter what.
She held the syringe behind her back as she slowly took steps forward.
Kaith tells me that Christae wants you and Sh'iron to let her calm the boy down.
Well tell Christae that this boy has had too much shock, and the only real way to clam him down is to sedate him, then gain his trust.
The white nodded. Alright.
Nike took another step. The boy was looking at Christae and the rolls. In the faint glowlight that the drudge held, she could see a vein poking through his skin. That was where she had to do it. She took another step forward, held the syringe, then moved it to his neck. Slowly. She paused right before his neck, he was still paying attention to Chriaste. Then she poked through and injected the liquid, thus putting him to sleep.
((And please let him fall asleep. Don't make him run away. This stuff will make him fall asleep in like a few seconds. So please just let this happen!))
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Post by Spirithawk on Apr 22, 2006 10:15:39 GMT -5
Christae tried to signal Nike off. She was getting the boy to trust her a bit. Sedating him now would shatter what little trust she had gained. She was a little angry when Nike disobeyed the order that she had told Kaith to give. When the boy slumped down into sleep she dropped her soothing expression.
"Nike, I would like you to remember who the Weyrwoman is here. You did get Kaith's order did you not? Granted, I know you are a Master Healer, but next time consult me before you disobey my orders. You forget that I spent time with Healers as well as part of my Weyrwoman training." There was the barest hint of steel in the young Weyrwoman's voice.
"Now, let's carry him to the infirmary. We need to get some numbweed on that hand and bandage it. I want him supervised at all times and I want someone to call me when he wakes up. Immedietly. We can't have a wild child here. We need to tame him, if possible. He was starting to trust me so I want him to see a familiar face. I don't want anyone feeding him or giving him anything to drink until I am notified."
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Post by Torva Anian on Apr 23, 2006 14:56:30 GMT -5
His hand slowly started to reach for the rolls as Nice Voice was given them then jerked as pain suddenly found its way through weary nerves. He tried to run but his feet wouldn't move his hand lifted slowly to try to feel his neck but he and his hand would drop before reaching it. His body had warned him too late of the needle and Green that he had forgotten. He had just enough time to see her behind him before he hit the floor staring at Man's feet and was asleep.
His limp body would move easily as he was mostly lean muscle or skin instead of fat. Once placed in a bed in the infirmary the little boy would try to roll into a ball.
(( He will have small scratches in many places healing or still new and red. His right hand is sprained and his left burned. You can find this all out while he sleeps I supose -shrugs- And if you really want a weyr to blame the one he just came from is -thinks- ummm Telgar. And of course he is still very dirty and his clothes in rags. ))
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Post by Spirithawk on Apr 25, 2006 16:46:01 GMT -5
Christae motioned to the drudge to help her carry the boy. They took him to the infirmary, suprised at his light weight. Christae had the drudge go for hot klah and hot rolls. She made sure that the girl did not bring sweet rolls. She did not want anything sweet at the moment.
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