First day of the rest of your life.

[Kestrez]

((ooc: hope you don't mine introducing Araceli here))

Radim whistled softly in response to Akki’s answer to his question. He had to admire the coordination that the dragons and their riders were able to accomplish, seeing as the dragons were quite large. He politely ignored the bluerider as she shook her finger at him, and kept a straight face when the yellow dragon spoke to him, smiling to Hasima afterwards.

Listening in to what the Weyrwoman said, he followed Hasima without question over to another boy; Tikal. At least he wouldn’t seem so out of place if he was doing something useful. Hasima was gone in another moment, and Radim turned to the other two boys. “I don’t really know my way around yet, so lead the way.”

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Another figure had joined the crowd in the Bowl, looking rather distraught. Her wet, dark brown hair had obviously been tied back in a hurry, and a few strands were already loose. Araceli had an annoyed look on her face as she slowed to a fast walk, approaching the injured dragon. She had finally found a spare few minutes to bathe, but had emerged only to discover that there was an injured blue in the Weyr Bowl. She had not been at Dark Moon for more than two weeks, but now she was quite happy to have taken the time to find her own way around the Weyr. After briefly joining those checking over the unconscious rider, she had been directed to assist with the more urgent matter of the blue.

She had not met the Weyrwoman as of yet, but immediately recognized the gold as the Senior from what she had heard of the pair. Then, the woman tending to the blue’s damaged wing would be the Weyrwoman, probably. Nudging past a few more people, she knelt down opposite the other woman. Araceli was no Dragonhealer, but she knew the basics. Now up close to the injury, she frowned at the extent of the damage to the wing. She’d have to get the whole story later.

“Weyrwoman, is there anything you need help with here?” She asked, not really making eye contact but instead scanning the wing. The other Healers had most likely already checked for further internal injuries. She glanced up to the Weyrwoman again. “My name’s Araceli, Journeyman Healer, I’ve only been here a short time.” Her sleeves were already rolled up, ready to be covered in redwort. It seemed she shouldn’t have taken a bath after all.

[Spirithawk]

Christae looked up and recognized the knots of a Healer. Then her eyes traveled to a tanned face with feminine features, brown eyes and thick, dark brown hair. She had never seen the woman before but there had been a rash of newcomers to the weyr and Christae had been too busy to meet them all. The WW frowned slightly because she liked to know her people. Dark Moon was known for its friendieness.

"Weyrwoman Christae of Sr. Queen Kaith." She said by way of greeting. "I am sorry I didn't get to welcome you to the weyr personally Journeywoman Araceli. I need steady hands to sew linen to the sail so that it will grow back with the linen as a guide. There isn't much we can do for the charred sections other than keep them from drying out and maybe adding ichor to keep the tissue regenerating. Can you watch what I am doing and start stitching when the Candidates return with the supplies?"

The blue groaned piteously and the Healers and their assistants rushed to numbweed the places where he said was hurting. It was a bit awkward because the dragons were trying to relay to their riders and the riders to the healers where the blue was hurting.

"I wish we had a HAD healer or someone who could help. Dragons aren't exactly good at telling anatomy." Her voice was strained. Kaith was trying to block the pain that all the dragons felt radiating from the blue but some of her distress was leaking to her rider. "No matter how much Kaith tries, I still feel what she feels." All of the dragons had a slightly greyish tinge to their hides. "This is the worst injury the weyr has seen in Turns."

(rofl...hint hint)

[Kino]

[Kay, so. Ima throw him into the fray again now xD *does just that*]

I should really be doing something. he thought, suddenly angry with himself for not offering to...do something...sooner. Sure, he wasn't exactly sure what he could do to help, but....well, he was a candidate of the Weyr now, and he'd just heard them mention something about candidates getting supplies. Maybe they needed him to help get stuff? Worth asking... he thought, and maybe it would help to distract him from the distracting voices of the dragons.

Not likely.

Khris pushed himself away from the leaning position he'd had on the wall, stepping towards the cluster of people again. His pace was confident at first, as he was rather good at putting on bravado, but he got a bit hesitant as he neared them. However, by the time he reached the group, he'd put his posture into one of easy confidence, hoping not to give away how thouraghly freaked out he was at this point. Dragon voices? he asked himeslf, What dragon voices? I don't know what you're talking about. The boy squinted an eye shut as he came within speaking distance, Though it is better than going crazy.

"Eh." he uttered, raising a hand partially before letting it fall back down, trying to think of a way to ask this without sounding completely ignorant and out of place. "So...I mean, anything I can do to help? I feel kind of useless..." Khris blinked then, realizing he'd jumped ahead of himself. "Oh, sorry, you don't even know who I am...

"I'm Khris." he went on. Normally, he'd offer a smile of greeting, but it didn't seem like the right situation for that. "New...eh...new candidate." the pause in his speech was due to his attention being thrown off by another clippit of dragon speech, his voice faltering towards the end. Shards, my head's really starting to hurt. Maybe if they weren't all talking urgently, all at once. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad once the hectic situation died down. Maybe...

His thought process cut off, eyes flashing wide momentarily. Now that he'd put himself in the middle of everything, the 'tone' of the thoughts was really starting to get through to him. Or maybe the initial shock of realizing what was happening had finally worn off. Either way, he suddenly didn't feel so confident. It wasn't even him that didn't feel confident...more...the 'tone' of 'voice' that all the dragons were talking in was distressed, almost panicky - or was that part coming from the blue itself? He didn't feel panicky, luckily, just...confused. Extremely so, at this point.

[Wolf]

Disasters always seemed to come at the worst of times, go figure huh? R'xis sat on the counter at the Kitchens, feeding Ersith some chunks of wherry meat.
Fingers Ersith! They exist, you can't just chew through them, he explained, scolding the female Brown. Ersith muttered to herself, the color in her eyes starting to show through an emotion displaying annoyance. She fell back on her rump, refusing to eat any more. R'xis held the piece of meat in front of her, smirking mischievously. My favorite part of feeding you, your finally being stuffed. Ersith chuckled, remaining seated comfortably. Then Ebbeth's urging words entered her mind and she creeled, startled. Akki and Ebbeth! The Weyrbowl mine, there's been an accident, we're needed!

R'xis' eyes widened, perceiving Ersith's information the wrong way. Ersith had never seen the boy run so fast, pumping his arms rapidly. "I'm coming Akki!" he yelled out, Ersith doing her best to keep up with him.
Akki's fine! she yelled aloud, but R'xis was too focused on thoughts of her being hurt and needing him to save the day, that Ersith's words passed him by.

They were soon at the Weyrbowl, the scene alarming. R'xis stopped dead in his tracks, Ersith's hide brushing up against his pant leg when she came to a stop alongside him. "What the-" he cut short, his throat running dry. Dragons were everywhere! Distress was painted all over the faces of each and every person, the startled looks on there faces causing a deep frown to line his mouth. Ersith creeled, the pain and worry coming off of the other dragons startling her. 'Ersith,' R'xis thought, alarmed by her reaction. He knelt down, taking her wedge-shaped head in his hands. "Please my beautiful brown, everything will be all right. We're hear to help and decrease the pain and worry coming off of the others. Just work with me, trust me." Ersith calmed down some; the thrashing of her head stopped. She stared into R'xis' eyes, wordlessly confirming that she understood his words.

R'xis closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling to try and calm his nerves. He looked off to the right, trying to spot Akki. Obviously, it was Ebbeth that he and Ersith caught sight of. R'xis stood back up, making his way over to Ebbeth slowly-worried about bumping into the mass group of people that were rushing around like mad. R'xis soon reached Akki, grabbing her by the elbow. Her scanned her entire body over, as if checking for some kind of serious wounds or lacerations. "Shards, your all right!" he yelled.
I tried to tell you Mine, its Warth! The dragon was harmed by another's flame while the Green practiced her flaming. The wounds are quite serious, quite serious indeed. R'xis gave Akki a quick hug, looking up at Ebbeth.

"Ersith told me what happened... Just now, of course, hence why I thought something might have happened to you. What can we help with?" he asked, staring his close friend in the eyes. "Anything I can do, I'll do, Ersith too."
Ebbeth, we wish to help! I want the pain and worry to end... the young Ersith told Akki's blue, her eyes whirring a mix of yellow, orange, and red now (just like all the other dragons).
"Please Akki," R'xis begged, his voice flooded with sincerity. He knew it was really up to the Weyrwoman in the long run but still... 'Where's my sister?' a random thought exploding into his head.
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Serinth awoke with a start as Ebbeth's words flooded her head. Quickly! There is trouble in the Weyrbowl WolfMine! A hurt blue in a thread fighting practice, his injuries are grave. His rider is hurt also, Weyrwoman Christae wishes us to come to there aid.
Wolf sat up quickly, her heart skipping a beat. What a way to have a sound sleep ruined. "Yes, quickly indeed my love!" she shouted. She whipped off the blankets, hating to have to get out of bed so quickly after a good dream. She rolled her eyes, scoffing, not disturbed by having to help although. If our help is needed then I'm more then glad to give it, tell Ebbeth that. "Shards, shards, shards," Wolf growled. She pulled on her tunic and stumbled while trying to pull on a clean pair of pants. She winced, getting up off of the cold floor.
Quickly Mine, quickly! There's no time for jokes, as you would say! Serinth cried out, standing by the entrance to the Girls' Weyrling Barracks.
"Yes, because a bruised butt is exactly the kind of joke I truly enjoy in a crisis," Wolf replied sarcastically. She flashed Serinth a smile to try and ease her pain. Wolf could feel Serinth's pain equally and it was making her stomach turn. Serinth inclined her head behind her.

Wolf got up, Serinth was running as fast as her legs would carry her in the direction of the Weyrbowl. The dragonet burst into the Weyrbowl, the sight there horrendous. Her little heart was beating fast, the roaring sound of dragons and startled people weighing down on her. She weaved her way through the crowd, hoping to find Weyrwoman Christae at the end of it.
Meanwhile, Wolf stumbled through the entrance to the Weyrbowl further back, attempting to do up her pants as she ran. She tried to keep her eyes off of others, knowing that she'd become just as disheartened, and unable to help, if she allowed the commotion to effect her too seriously. She managed to do her pants up at least, gladly, since she knew that Christae would probably not approve of such an appearance. Her green eyes fixated up on her Golden dragonet, spotting her standing before the Weyrwoman.

Wolf panted heavily, standing before her Weyrwoman. She put a hand over her stomach, bowing to her to show that even in distress she still remembered to be respectful.
"Weyrwoman Christae," she spoke, gasping for air the entire time. She wasn't a very good runner and lost her breath quite easily at times from it. "Serinth and I are here to help, Akki and Ebbeth informed us of what's going on. Our duty is to the Weyr, and to you, what can we do?" Wolf asked.
Her training in being a Queenrider wasn't always easy, but she was eager to listen and learn so it made it easier; if only a bit. She liked Christae and Kaith a lot, especially since the pair had saved her life-what seemed like forever ago. Through her side-vision she spotted Akki and Ebbeth standing with her brother, Ersith, Hasima, Rimith, and her newest friend Riler. Now was not a time to converse so she pushed the thought to the closets of her mind. She couldn't be more glad that Serinth and her were on the same page.
I wish that I was bigger, then I could give some real aid. I can't fly or be of any real help, Serinth sent to hers in worry.
We're needed Serinth, that's what truly matters. Whether or not you are as large as the other dragons right now is not what's important, just focus on how you can help as you are.

[Spirithawk]

((ok there is no such thing as threadscoring practice..threadscore is when a dragon gets hit by Thread....sorry i now i had put something like that earlier but thats not the right term...its just tread fighting practice))

[Kestrez]

((OOC: okay REALLY sorry this is ooc, and I know people are waiting for replies here but I'm thinking we should wait for Kestrel to reply so that the Candidates can come back with the supplies?))

[Spirithawk]

((sounds good...i was waiting for more people to reply so i can get them all at once))

[kestrel]

Ooc: ahhh! Sorry everyone I've been really busy, I didn't mean to hold up the RP'ing! Besides that I had posted, and it didn't go through. x( Here it is again though! *apologetic look*

Tikal only barely had time to hear another boy addressing him before the Weyrwoman spoke up, issuing him orders on what he could do. So, with a quick, apologetic glance at the blonde-haired individual he nodded affirmatively to the Weyrwoman.
"I have both a strong stomach and steady hands, Weyrwoman. I will assist you with the injured wingsail once I have brought back the supplies," he told her, then waited until the two other male candidates joined him. When one of them confided that he 'didn't know the way' Tikal had to smile slightly-if the Weyrwoman hadn't directed him on where to go, he'd have no clue, either. He decided that if he was going to be staying here, and with these Candidates being fellow Candidates, he might as well at least offer his name. He was just about to give it when the same blonde-haired boy that had addressed him only moments before walked up, and offered to help out too. He wasn't sure that this other boy had been sent, but it really couldn't hurt to have him help out if that's what he wanted to do. Was this another Candidate as well? This question was answered as the boy introduced himself as 'Khris', and also a Candidate. Well, that made things easier; it saved him having to inquire, at least. With that, he replied,
"Candidate Tikal here-nice to meet you, Khris. I'm sure no one minds extra help-we're just going to fetch some medical supplies." He turned to the other two Candidates then. "How about you two? You must have names, right?" he inquired with a mischievous sort of gleam in his blue eyes.

Tikal usually had an optimistic and humorous air to him, and today, despite the seriousness of the situation that had ensued in him having to go forth on this particular task, was no different. He had every belief that the blue who'd been injured would be fixed up in no time-it and its rider. He wasn't worried or fretting like most of the others who were either partaking or watching from the sidelines-he knew he had a job to do, and had faith that things would turn out just fine in the ending outcome. Even if he could be serious when he had to, seriousness to him didn't mean he had to be mundane, morose or melancholy. He liked to keep people's spirits up, and that was why there was only a fraction of the 'darker and more serious' air about him that seemed to be about most of the people here.

As he waited for the replies of the other candidates, he was meanwhile glancing about in an unnoticable manner, taking a look at who else was gathered. He spotted the Bluerider he'd met upon his arrival, and wasn't that the girl with the Yellow dragon that had lead the other candidates to him? Akki and Hasima, was it, and Ebbeth and Rimith? Yes, he was sure that was right. He had a knack for remembering things, even things such as names of people, dragons and animals. He was making small mental note, whether known to himself or not, about the going ons. He thought the blue who was injured would, with proper care, fly again. The question of whether or no that flying might be impared in some way, however, would be unanswerable until the wing had healed more. There were excersizes, he knew, that the blue and his rider could do together to speed recovery and at least assure that the blue's chances to fly normally were heightened by a fair measure. He would expect that the WW already knew of these things as would the primary healers in the Weyr, and so it wasn't necessary to impose his opinions or thoughts by saying anything about them. He would, however, if nothing was said or done. That was simply the 'job' of any healer, be it someone of rank or no.

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J'red was beginning to feel more the bystander than anything else. He had at least made his prescence known, if nothing else, and stood ready for any orders the WW might have for him and Hikanth, who was looking with grave concern at the injured blue, feeling very sympathetic indeed. The blue was moving around a fair bit from the looks of things-obviously Warth was in pain, and so he was not surprised to hear Hikanth voice his own thoughts.

*Try and be still, Warth! I know it hurts, but the hurting will be less if you are still, and it will make the work of the healers easier!*

J'red stole a glance at the burned rider, not envious of the burns that would likely scar the man, even under the best of care from the healers. He winced-they looked raw and painful, and he thought the rider brave for dealing as well as he seemed to be with it-he was sure most of the man's concern was for his dragon, as any rider's would be. The blue seemed to have taken the brunt of the burns, and the wing injury looked quite serious enough to impair the blue even after he was healed-at least that was what he thought. Perhaps not-or perhaps he'd like to think not-but it would be a matter of watching the healing process, and seeing how well the blue progressed.

He did not like feeling as if he were 'dead weight' or 'just a bystander' in situations like these. He was in no position to do anything he was not issued orders on to do, but feeling useless did not sit well with him either. As he was off to the side, though he was fairly sure that the WW Christae had seen him, perhaps in light of the going ons with people all about, she had not noticed him after all? Well, he would be sure that she could see him, then, so that if he were to be able to be of use, she would ascertain that he was indeed of use! Therefore, he stepped more off to her side-directly beside, though a few feet away-and ensured that he was in her range of sight.

Hikanth gave a bemused rumble at this, and then sent,
*I would like to help if possible, too. I do not feel right doing nothing here, though there may be more that you can do than I.*

J'red sent back that he knew, and if Hikanth could be of help he was sure that Christae would let them know.

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Kestrel had spent most of her time out of sight, though she'd only arrived the other day. She hadn't even settled into a room yet, she'd stayed down below in one of the empty drudge quarters, not really wanting to bother anyone with finding her a room. Hasima and her had, obviously, parted ways once they'd reached the Weyr, and she'd been supposed to inquire about procuring a room for herself amongst the Candidate quarters. However, being her, she'd not done so. Instead, her and her Golden firelizard had found an empty room, asked a nearby drudge in a quick and short manner if she could stay the night there, and after obtaining permission of a confused drudge who stared after her as she'd gone on in and shut the door behind her, had fallen asleep.

Maybe it had been that she'd wanted to avoid meeting the other candidates just yet. Or that she didn't care that the drudge quarters were small rooms with a bed, chest of drawers and a mirror-unless a drudge were to fit in another small peice of furniture...she wanted to get settled in on her own time, in her own way. She wasn't quite ready to be forced into dealing with others that first night. She'd just wanted a warm meal and a good night's sleep before starting the next day. However, the next day wasn't as calm as she'd have liked, and the first time she spotted the woman she was quite sure was the Weyrwoman, it was in the fray of a dragon and rider injury? No, this was not how she wanted to meet the Weyrwoman at all, and she was sure the Weywoman, who seemed to be giving out orders while up to her elbows in Redwort, did not have time to meet her.

Unlike the other Candidates who'd offered help, Kestrel felt entirely out of place, as if she ought not to be there, in the way of people who could actually help. However, that was when she spotted Hasima leading two boys over to another, crimson and long haired boy. There was a face she knew, and a person she at least could talk to without feeling out-of-place. She quickly jogged up to the Yellowrider, and fell into pace beside her, asking,
"Hasima, what happened here?" She was a tad surprised she felt at ease even asking that, but it was what it was. Perhaps, in a way, she and Hasima were kindred spirits? They'd certainly talked more than Kestrel had spoken to anyone in a long while, the other day. She wasn't quite sure from where she stood what had happened at all, and she was-despite her ill ease-a curious person by nature. She suspected burns, by the looks of things-but how had a dragon come to be burned...another dragon? There wasn't any Thread, so it must have been. However, she waited for Hasima to reply before making any more assumptions.

[Kestrez]

((ooc: ugh, not too good a post, but it's here))

Radim raised an eyebrow as the newest Candidate introduced himself. Was it just him or was Khris looking a little over-whelmed? Or maybe just really confused? His voice and words certainly gave him away as being uncomfortable. Radim’s gray eyes looked the other Candidate over once before returning his gaze to Tikal. The situation was not a good one for meeting new people. The air was still tense with worry and surprise, and so everyone was in line to act differently than they would normally. He was in fact glad to be meeting fellow Candidates and new additions to the Weyr, he just wished that the reason was different. Even if they were just going to get supplies, time was important at the moment and he did not like just standing around in a group. Shifting his weight to his other foot, he frowned slightly at Khris’ statement about feeling useless.

“I’m Radim.” Was his short reply to Tikal’s statement. He pointedly looked back over his shoulder. “Even if it’s just getting supplies, we shouldn’t exactly take our time. We certainly are being useless just standing here when we could talk on our way to get the supplies.” He was not a skittish person, but he was not going to stand and make light conversation in this situation.

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Araceli nodded as the Weyrwoman spoke. Even though the Healers were hard at work tending to the dragon, the riders and dragons of the Weyr were feeling the situation more than them. And if this was the worst injury they had seen in a while, then they were going to be alarmed all the more. Christae and Kaith had certainly handled the situation well, if they had managed to coordinate the blue’s landing in the Bowl as well as those who had emerged to help. Araceli herself was glad that her firelizard was sleeping off his latest meal, otherwise she probably would have had to deal with the young flit’s emotions.

“I am capable of that.” She replied as she rubbed redwort on her arms. They could take no chances here with any type of infection. Wing-sails were far too fragile.

The Healer’s eyes met the Weyrwoman’s, and she smiled softly before looking at the blue’s wing again. “It may very well be impossible for you to meet every new addition to your Weyr.” She started in an attempt to comfort the other woman, even as another rider joined them. “You’ve obviously handled this situation beautifully so far, let’s finish it up so we can at least calm the dragons.”

[Akki]

Akki gnawed on her lip, Ebbeth's concern and stress about the accident were leaking into her mind and she couldn't even imagine what Kaith and Christae were feeling right now. Akki almost jumped as she felt a hand grab her elbow, too busy thinking to herself. "Shards R'xis." She breathed, "You can't come out of nowhere like that.". She looked down at herself, half expecting to see half of her innards jsut dangling out, R'xis was inspecting her so closely she thought maybe she was injured. She snorted as R'xis quickly hugged her, "You hear there's an accident and you assume it's me injured? You have no faith in me.".

Akki flicked R'xis' nose, "I can't offer any advice right now. Too much is going on at the moment, and I can figure out one order from the next. We'll just have to wait and listen and do what we're told. If you want though, ask Christae if you can do anything, mind you you'll want to wait until she's a bit less busy.". Ebbeth flicked his tail, cautious to not hit anyone or anything, It will be alright, Warth and his rider have many skilled healers tending to them right now. He may not be the same as before, but he will be better.

"You're sister?" Akki repeated, thinking for a moment. She shrugged, "I asked Ebbeth to tell her and Serinth to come here, so if you look around I'm sure you'd be able to see them with in a few moments.". And sure enough, after a brief pause Akki nudged R'xis and indicated to where his sister stood. "See? There she is.". She cast a glance towards where Warth's rider was, and whistled lowly. The poor man, the burn on his arm would probably scar him forever would serve as a reminder to almost everyone about what had happened today.

Hasima almost flinched as someone came up beside her and talked to her. She wasn't exactly expecting it, few people talked to her unless she was in a conversation with more than two people in it. And she definitely didn't think anyone would talk to her in a situation like this. She turned her head, eyes wide only to relax slightly as she recognized Kestrel's face. Hasima dug her fingers into the palm of her hand, "Warth and his rider got burned when there was a practice going on. There was an accident, and they got caught in a mock flaming.". She spoke slowly as she explained, her usual pace, " After that, everyone organized themselves as quickly as they could and brought them down to the ground to the healers.". It was a bad explanation, even she knew that, but if she explained in detail she would likely mess it up. Rimith made a whimpering noise, all of the dragons emotions were noticeable even though others were trying to block them out as much as possible. Hasima kneeled, placing a hand on the pale yellow in hopes of comforting her.

[Spirithawk]

Christae forced back the wave of pain she received from her dragon. "At least H'par is unconcsious. Its bad enough with the dragons broadcasting Warth's pain without H'par feeling it too." She gritted her teeth and used her elbow to brush a sweaty strand of dark brown hair from her cheek. She still had shed her riding helmet and jacket but she still had her wherhide pants and riding boots and the day was sweltering even though it was early morning.

"I hope we can get this stitched up before the flies come. That could cause infection." Christae glanced to her side and saw that Wolf and her dragonet Queen were near her. "Keep that in mind Wolf. You are going to get a crash course in wingsail treatment. See this scorched part?" She lifted part of the damaged wingsail. "This is useless and if we leave it, it would probably fall off on its own. On the other hand, if we leave it and it doesn't fall off, it could prevent new sail from growing or hide an infection. Wingsail is VERY delicate. What we are going to be doing here is sewing fine, light linen to his wing and attaching the membrane to it so that it has a guide to grow properly on. We have to make sure the flesh does not grow into the linen and we have to keep the sail moist if Warth can't produce enough ichor to help it heal. If he can't, we will extract ichor from another dragon and put it on the wingsail. Any time this dragon so much as twitches with pain we will slather him with numbweed. The human Healers are taking care of H'par but in the Weyr, we are the dragon healers. You wouldn't have learned this until later on in your training but there is no better time than the present and with Thread coming you might not be able to get as much in depth training as I would want. Miya was able to learn dragon healing at a slower rate. You, my dear, won't have that luxury. Now, I need you to take some of that redwort that Journeywoman Healer Araceli has and rub it all over your hands and arms. Araceli, please show her how."

She realized that the healer had made a comment about her not having time to meet all of the people in her weyr. "I would be able to meet everyone if it were not for the fact that the weyr is currently lacking a WL and I have to take on WL duties as well as my own." Christae caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to yell a rebuke at the weyrbrat. "Parlen stop running with those jars! You are going to fall and break them and you!" The pre-adolescent male hung his head. "Sorry WW." He sulked off to give the jars to the riders who had sent him for it.

Kaith turned her head towards the bronze who had rebuked Warth. Thank you Hikanth. I am trying to help with his pain but I can't keep it from bothering it completely. Tell your rider that Christae might like some cold fruit juice if he doesn't mind being an errand boy. Let her think he thought of it. The Queen returned her attention to the injured dragon.

Christae turned around and saw J'red. She gave a brief, strained smile to the bronzerider to let him know that she had noticed his presence and then scanned the nearby faces for someone to send on an errand and spotted Hasima and a girl with Candidate's knots. "Hasima, Candidate, come here please." she called out, Kaith echoing the command to Rimith. When she had their attention she lowered her voice. "I need you two to find Uslanee. Tell her to make a hearty stew for supper and tell her not to be stingy on the restoratives. We will need strong klah and fellis juice for those riders who want it. Ask her to send out the drudges with pitchers of water and juice to make sure no one gets dehydrated. Can you remember all that? If you can remember, I also need her to commandeer a couple of the riders to go find more fruit. We will need more after tonight. The feast a sevenday ago wiped out a lot of our supplies." Almost as an afterthought she said distractedly. "I am going to have to send someone to check on the herdbeast supply. After the dragons recover they are going to be ravenous. I won't reschedule drills tomorrow though. This will just give them a very sopering lesson."


((let me know if I forgot anyone))

[Kino]

Normally Khris would at least send a wry smile towards the two candidates that had introduced themselves, but at this point he just gave a nod in greeting to each of them. The voices were still flying around, both the humans' and the dragons'. But at this point...it was starting to feel a bit less overwhelming. The whole situation was starting to feel as though he were simply in a loud crowded room, and the dragons' voices were starting to be no less distracting than the humans'. At this point, aside from the distress he was picking up in each dragons' tone, the most distracting thing about their voices was the fact that he could hear them.

But now, here was a welcomed distraction. Fetching medical supplies was definitely something he could do. "Great to meet both of you," Khris replied, looking over to the boy called Radim as he made the comment on hurrying up and nodding in agreement. When the two of them started on their way, Khris would step forward to follow them.

"I actually just got here," he told them as he walked, "so you two are leading the way, I don't know where anything is." Now that he was walking and trying to interact with people, the distract seemed to come all over again. Luckilly, however, since the mental-sound of the dragons' voice was something he was starting to get used to, it was no longer threatening to give him a monstrous headache.

Partially trying to make conversation and partially trying to distract himself from the dragons' speech (he couldn't really hear the talking of the other humans, now that he was out of the room), Khris piped up with another comment. "I bet it's always this loud around here. Guess it's something you have to get used to?" He tried to make the comment as vague as possible, something that could also be directed towards the general din of verbal conversation. But it would also give him another answer to his own personal mystery.

Back when he'd traveled, the few times that he'd hear a clippet of voice or conversation, nobody else in the Hold near him had heard it. Since the whole situation here had begun, Khris knew that he wasn't going crazy, yes...but he still had no idea if his hearing the dragons' voices was something that all riders could do. Khris blinked once at his thought process, sighing as he did so. Great job at distracting yourself from that for now. he chided himself.

[kestrel]

Tikal nodded in agreement to the other Candidate who'd just introduced himself as Radim, acknowledging,
"good point," before starting out for the supply sheds where the Weyrwoman had directed him only moments before. He kept pace with the other two boys, listening as the other introduced himself as 'Khris', and then mentioned that he 'hadn't been there long'. He gave a slight smile at this, and then replied with a small shrug, "well, that makes the both of us, then. I just arrived a few days ago. I've barely settled into my room in the Candidate's barrack. Nice accomadations the have here, too, might I add," and then he paused, before asking, "when exactly did you two get here?" The walk to the supply sheds was a bit further yet, seeing as how they were in the Weyr Bowl. He quickened his step a little-those supplies were needed as soon as they could be had, he figured. Though Khris looked like his stride would not match either Radim's or his, the pace he was setting shouldn't be hard for the other boy to keep. It would perhaps force him into a slightly faster walk than either of the other two Candidates, but he looked physically in shape enough to easily match Tikal's 'faster pace'. Tikal wondered what he'd be asked to do after the supplies were brought back. He had mentioned he was adept in healing, would he be needed to help with the dragon-or perhaps sent back to the infirmary to see if the dragon's rider needed aid? Or perhaps he would be sent for more supplies? He wasn't sure, but doing something made him feel of more use than he would have if he were merely standing off on the sidelines! So, with that in mind, he decided not to think about it any further, and just finish this first task he and the other two had been given to do.

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J'red caught the Weyrwoman's eye, and the uneasy smile she offered. At least the Weyrwoman knew he was there if she needed his help with anything, and that was good. However, he was feeling quite useless still. He'd been acknowledged but not spoken to or asked to do anything. Perhaps it was enough that she knew he was there, and that she had an extra pair of able hands should she require anything. He looked around the Weyrbowl-everything was hectic, to say the least. He had to admit that though she looked rather stressed, Christae knew how to handle her people. He listened as she directed everyone to where they were needed and gave them instructions on what to do. He saw many new faces, though in truth he'd seen many of these people at the feast only a seven-day ago. He recognized the other Jr. Weyrwoman-she'd been pointed out to him at the feast, her and her young Queen. He was usually pretty good with names and therefore remembered the name of both the Weyrling Jr. Weyrwoman and her Queen, Serinth. He also recognized a few other faces-Akki, the female Bluerider, and Hasima, rider of the unusual Yellow Rimith. As he was searching the crowd to see who else he might recognize, he was suddenly addressed by Hikanth, cutting into his thoughts, his tone bemused in manner,

*Kaith says to go and get hers a cold drink of fruit juice. We are to let her think it was YOUR idea. Be sure to do as she says.*[/color] The bronze's tone was also tainted with faint hints of draconian laughter, which his rider found most amusing.

~My idea? As well it should have been, I suppose. Tell Kaith I thank her for my wonderful idea, won't you?~

Hikanth snorted with amusement, and sent to Kaith,
*Mine says to thank you, my Queen, for his wonderful idea. You are most brilliant and thoughtful. He wishes he would have thought of it himself. However not everyone can be so clever!* His look was nothing short of adoration as he sent his thought-speech to the Golden Queen-it was all-too obvious the Bronze was quite taken with her.

J'red, overhearing his dragon's words to the Queen, resisted the urge to send something equally said back. However, he merely sighed and mock-rolled his eyes at the Bronze, waving his hand in a motion that said it wasn't even worth his time to reply, as he headed off at a fast pace for the Kitchens wher the fruit juice would most certainly be kept...

A few minutes later, he returned with not merely a glass but a whole freshly-sqeezed pitcher of juice. He'd had to squeeze the fruits himself, as the kitchen-staff had been running around trying to prepare food and drinks for everyone who was involved, and there wasn't any left available for just one glass. He'd also brought a cup for her, into which he poured the juice before walking up to her and offering her said cup.
"A drink, my lady?" he offered, sparing a wink to Kaith-whether she noted it or not he wasn't sure, but it had been her idea, in truth. He could see now that there was perspiration on her face, and though he thought it suited her well enough, it was obviously a sign she was either very stressed or working quite hard. Likely, it was both. She herself was working just as hard as any of the healers or people who were giving aid in this situation. He glanced over at Hikanth, who was standing a bit nearer the Queen than before, watching the proceedings with his eyes swirling numerous colours-mostly oranges and touches of blues. Obviously the Bronze was concerned for Warth, who was being treated but likely not in an easy situation. The healers were doing all they could but the Blue's distress was obvious. J'red wondered if it was from worry or pain-or perhaps a bit of both? He was lathered with Redwort and Numbweed, and the healers were all working to get the sail repaired-was the Jr. Weyrwoman aiding as well, then? Wasn't she a Weyrling? Perhaps there were not enough healers to help? Well, he was sure Christae knew what she was doing. If she'd called the Jr. to help there would be adamant cause to do so. Obviously she thought the girl capable of helping repair the wingsail, and that would be good enough reason for him not to question it, even if it were only in his own mind.

Hikanth stood by the Queen, silent though hoping to be a comforting presence to her in such a stressful time. With his stance he made it obvious he was there to lend support, though he watched Warth with intent to reassure again if need be.

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Kestrel seemed to accept Hasima's explanation without question. Perhaps it had not been so very descriptive, but the Candidate seemed not to notice-she herself was prone to short sentences and even shorter explanations, so getting such from another was nothing to her. Instead, she merely replied,
"well, that's not good. I suppose the healers are doing all they can." Roksha chirruped in distress-the firelizards would be empathetic enough to pick up on the dragon's emotions, too, and the little Queen was no exception. Kestrel stroked her reassuringly, and would have said more but suddenly Hasima-and herself?-was addressed by the Weyrwoman. She swallowed back a feeling of nervousness-surely they would just be asked to help with something-she could see other riders and candidates being sent off to get things. Likely Hasima and herself would be asked to do the same.

Her thoughts were confirmed as they drew near the Weyrwoman and she began giving them instructions on what to do. Kestrel easily heard and registered all the instructions, she merely nodded affirmation when the Weyrwoman asked if she'd 'gotten all of that'. She had, and had a particularily good memory and so would not forget it either. But she'd never met this woman, Uslanee, before. It would likely be up to Hasima to know who she was, and where she could be found. She looked at the other girl, wondering if Hasima, too, had gotten everything the Weyrwoman had said. She gathered that Hasima figured she was a bit slower than the rest. However, she had yet to see why Hasima thought that of herself. Or why others would have. Hasima, although she seemed to speak a little more slowly, and need a bit more time to think things through, did not seem 'slow' to Kestrel. Just more thoughtful, and perhaps very shy and awkward around others. She was curious, now, why Hasima or anyone else would refer to the Yellowrider as 'slow'. She didn't say anything, waiting for the other to reply to the Weyrwoman. She was the newcomer and wasn't sure where anything much was. She knew where the kitchens were, if only because she'd taken it on herself to help there, having nothing better to do. She thought maybe it was time to move out of the drudge's quarters and ask Hasima where she might be staying in the Candidate's rooms. She hoped no one would mind she'd taken it upon herself to stay in the much smaller, lower caverns that were the drudges quarters. Everyone had been so busy that no one had really taken much notice of Kestrel, though she was given odd looks by some of the drudges because she wore Candidate's knots and yet slept in one of the spare drudge rooms. Usually, no person in their right mind would choose the much smaller drudges rooms to the luxury of a larger Candidate room. However, Kestrel was avoiding meeting the others, and now she figured she couldn't put it off. Too many people here had seen her with her knots and would likely wonder where she'd gone if she didn't room in the Candidate's barracks. And so, she would ask Hasima about the rooms on their way to Uslanee and the kitchens... [/font][/size]

[Spirithawk]

Christae started to put a hand on Hasima's shoulder but caught herself before she smeared redwort on the young Weyrling's clothing. "I'm sure you know who to look for Hasima, you should find Uslanee in the kitchens. If you can't find her, ask someone. Come back afterwards in case I need you two for something else." She said. She turned back to the injured dragon, picking up her pot of numbweed when Kaith's thoughtspeak broke through.

Warth says he can feel the burn to the left of where you just were mine. She began slathering the pungent salve generously on the area. She made a mental note to wash her hands and reapply her redwort soon. She didn't want her hands going numb from the numbweed salve while she was trying to finish the tricky task of sewing the sail to the linen.

"Wolf, I don't know what I have told you already but always remember to wash your hands thoroughly." She pointed to a nearby washbasin with a bag of sweetsand near it and then continued. "Numbweed, as you know, numbs everything, even your hands and when you are doing delicate work you can't afford to let your hands get numb. Wash them after you deal with numbweed and then reapply your redwort. It will help prevent the numbweed from seeping into your hands as quickly as it could."

The WW looked up, startled when J'red held a cup of juice in front of her. "Oh." She sighed mentally. She had been so worried about keeping her own people hydrated that she hadn't noticed that she wasn't drinking anything herself. "Thank you J'red. That was very thoughtful of you." She put down the pot of numbweed and accepted the cup of juice from the bronzerider. She brushed a strand of hair back from her face, leaving a small streak of redwort on her cheekbone. She would have to trim her hair again soon.

"Now is the time that I wish Miya and Reinath were here. I never though't I'd say that." She glanced at the bronzerider. "Miya is my Jr. WW. She and her Queen are training at another weyr for a few sevendays. We are thinking of throwing her Queen's maiden flight open so that she can have a wider choice of mates and we want Reinath to get acquainted with other bronzes. It puts me in a bit of a bind though because we don't have many Dragonhealers here. We are too small a weyr to attract them and Wolf is only a Weyrling. She will have to learn quickly though. Miya is fully trained and has dealt with sewing wingsail at least once at another weyr. She gave me a bit of trouble during her Weyrlinghood but she's shaping out to be a great Jr. WW. I am certain Wolf will do just as well once she gets over her shyness but right now I need all the experienced hands I can get." She figured that the bronzerider would appreciate the snippets of information so she talked as she drank the juice he had offered. She drained her cup and held it out towards him. "Thank you so much. If you could leave the pitcher here that would be great."

H'par began to regain consciousness and his dragon caught his pain. Warth began to thrash a bit, a soft keen of pain sounding from his throat. "Faranth that is a sharding awful sound." Christae said, her mouth thinning to a grim line. "Kaith you are going to have to get Serinith to help you control him. I know she's just a W'ling but two Queens are always stronger than one."

As you wish mine. Christae quickly washed her hands and grabbed the jar of redwort and reapplied it to her hands. "Someone put some fellis in that rider!" She shouted to the Healers dealing with H'par. "He shouldn't have been allowed to wake up right now anyway." She grumbled. She knew that her W'ling Queenrider and J'red could hear her fussing about the Healers but she didn't care. "They should have known that he would wake up soon even though he was unconscious when we brought him down." Kaith's tail twitched with annoyance. Warth's thrashing had caused ichor to seep through some of the numbweed the Healers had applied to the places where his hide had been charred off.

Serinith, do as I do. You are going to have to be assertive, mean if you need to be, but we are going to have to make him stay still. The older Queen showed her daughter how to bear her will down upon the pain-wracked blue.

"J'red, I'm sorry but if you have time to spare, Warth needs more numbweed on some of those charred areas along his side. The redwort is in that jar and I have a small jar of numbweed there." She pointed to each one respectively. "The Candidates should be returning soon with more numbweed. They are going to have to hurry because I am almost out of thread and my needlethorn will need to be replaced."

[Kino]

[Kat, I haven't been able to catch you on msn or anything but just lemme know if you don't wanna do this, but I figured a short scene-skip would work out? You know, just to get them from heading to get the stuff, to returning with the stuff xD Radmin, lemme know if you don't wanna do the scene skip, too]

Khris sighed shortly to himself when his question went either unheard, unanswered, or both. He supposed he'd just have to wait until all the chaos was dealt with before he started trying to figure out what was going on with him. The boy looked up once more when Tikal asked the question, smiling ruefully, "About twenty minutes ago, actually." he admitted, "I heard all the commotion in the hallway and went to see what was going on just after I got here." He followed after the other two candidates as they went to wherever the supplies were held.

On the way back, arms bundled over with various supplies, Khris was more or less just listening to whatever conversation was going about. He was partially dreading heading back to the room - The Weyr Bowl, as he'd picked up at this point. Not because he didn't think he could handle it, but just because he still had no answers as to what was happening to him. The other two candidates didn't seem to notice any of it, but in Khris' opinion that didn't mean it wasn't a normal occurrence.

As they neared the Bowl a fresh wave of panicky thoughtspeech rammed against his mind. He couldn't make out any of the individual words for this one, it was more just a steady stream of worry and concern all rolled up into a big bundle of pain. Khris felt his eyes widen at the sensation, and his muscles tighten along with his grip on the bundle of supplies. Everything else he'd heard up until this point - aside from the clippets of conversation outside the Weyr - was calm concern. It was all directions and assurances, thoughts that knew what they were doing and how to fix what was going on.

But this...this was terrifying. It was the same as it'd been when he'd first entered the chaos of the Bowl. Khris could feel everything that was being thrown at him, but he felt like if he could just concentrate enough...he could seperate himself from it. If he could just concentrate enough, he could just acknowledge the terrifying pain without being effected by it. However, he came to terms quickly with the fact that he wasn't going to achieve that at this point. It was too sudden, and too new. He wasn't ready for any of this, and it was all he could do to move his feet and keep up with the other two candidates. Whatever was happening in there, they needed these supplies to help end it.

[Spirithawk]

((painted if you are going to change your font please change the size as well...i realized that on some computers that font is really hard to read because the site comes out so dark. its cool to change the font but it comes out rather small on some computers I did it for the last post so don't worry about that one but for future references please keep it in mind...thanks))

[Kino]

[Yeah, all right, I'll keep that in mind. But did you mean your computer? Or someone else's? *shrug* Just figured I'd ask if it was bothering anyone, 'cause I kinda liked it smaller >_> S'good that you edited that one though, otherwise I would've had to figure out what size was a good size]

[Spirithawk]

((I looked on two or three different computers and they all appear rather small and i just played with it until i found one that looked good))

[Kestrez]

((ooc: works for me))

Radim couldn’t help but smirk as the three Candidates started quickly walking towards wherever the supply room was. He found it amusing that all three of them were newer to the Weyr. If Khris has literally just arrived, it made sense that he was a little overwhelmed with the situation. Talk about arriving at a rather stressful time. “It’s lively at any Weyr, every day it seems.” He answered at Khris’ statement on the noise, a little late. “I would rather have a more exciting environment such as Weyr life anyways.” He added with a shrug. “I must have arrived not long after Tikal.”

The Candidate kept track of where they were going as they walked. He really should have learned where the supply rooms had been sooner. If anything, he would need to make trips there for chores or other errands he could be asked to run as a Candidate. With their arms full of various medical supplies, they didn’t talk much on the return trip to the Bowl. Radim had to give credit to the Healers, the supply rooms were not some small storage area.

Upon re-entering the Bowl, Radim wondered how long it had taken them, though he didn’t think they had been completely slow about it. His eyes scanned the Bowl once more. No one had seemed to have left. He also noted that there were more people crowded around the injured blue dragon, closer than before. They must have already started on repairing some of the wingsail. As they got closer, Radim made a mental note to ask Akki how much Dragon healing a Rider had to learn.

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Other than the Weyrwoman‘s voice, Araceli had practically shut everything else going on around them out of her mind. It had not really registered to her that another goldrider had joined them. She listened to what Christae told the other young woman and to the reply to her previous statement.

“Well, you’re doing a fine job of handling everything. I can’t imagine anyone handling this situation any better than you are now, especially being short on experienced help.” The Journeywoman replied as she carefully positioned her left hand to hold the membrane in place, freeing the other. Picking up the jar of redwort, she offered it to the other Queenrider, or Weyrling, judging by her knots.

“Just as the Weyrwoman said. Rub the redwort on your arms thoroughly, covering up to your elbows at least. I’d even go a little above there just as a precaution. You know what redwort is for so it‘s fine to be a little over-cautious.”

As the blue dragon moved and keened softly, Araceli frowned. Her brown eyes narrowed in annoyance as she too realized that the dragon’s rider must have been transmitting pain to his dragon. She did not mind the Weyrwoman’s rebuke towards the Healers tending H’par, seeing as there was no excuse for their negligence. She flicked her head to remove a strand of hair that had fallen in her face. As a Healer, she was annoyed with her fellows for making such an easy mistake. Realizing that the blue was probably feeling more pain now, Araceli was happy to hear Christae already requesting the bronzerider that had come over to re-apply numbweed.

Glancing up, she recognized the Candidates that had gone to the storage rooms from the fact that they were carrying a good amount of supplies. “All right, come over here you three!” She said, raising her voice in order to be heard.

[Akki]

As soon as Hasima's hand landed on top of the small yellow's head, it snapped towards the large gold that was amidst the confusion. Hasima, Kaith and the WeyrWoman are beckoning for you. Rimith said softly in her polite tone as she looked up at the frail girl, eyes whirling with concern. Hasima blinked a few times, then finally registered what was said. "Oh. Thanks Rimith." Hasima said quietly, offering the dragon a small smile as she got up from kneeling and followed Kestrel towards Christae.

Hasima's eyebrows knitted together as Christae spoke gently, but swiftly to them about what they needed to do. There were so many words, so much to remember she thought as she bit down on her tongue, hoping that she would remember everything. She was thankful that Kestrel was there, the candidate seemed quite smart and would probably remember everything as Hasima only recalled a few words. 'Uslanee, stew, klah and fellis for riders, drudges with water and juice, riders to go out and find fruit.' She repeated over and over in her head, hoping to remember those keywords. She jerked her head up and down, nodding an affirmative with a quiet, "Right away Weyrwoman.". The girl was just about to turn away, to go do what she was asked before Christae said one more thing to her. Kitchens, check and if she can't be found, ask around Hasima said silently to herself as her mouth weakly turned up the corners of itself, turning into wavering smile to show that she understood.

She turned away from the Weyrwoman, heading towards the kitchens while confining to Kestrel in a soft tone, "I don't think I'll be able to remember all of that, do you?". Already it seemed like bits and pieces of information were already being stripped from her mind. She concentrated for a moment, ''Uslanee, stew, klah and fellis for riders, drudges with water and juice, riders to go out and find fruit'. Was she forgetting something? Was something thrown into there that wasn't needed? She chewed the inside of her lip as Rimith assured the girl that she would remember everything that was needed. The odd colored dragon was staying behind, ready to relay and news to Hasima if it was needed.