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 Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 4:34 pm
((This RP is open to any riders, Weyrlings, and dragonhealers.))
MMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE! The screech of pain and fury echoed through the Weyr, reaching into the mind of anyone who would hear. Eyes whirling a sickening mixture of red, yellow, and grey, Arioth lashed her tail and let out another screech. How dare her stomach do this to her! How dare it refuse to acknowledge every command she tried to send it to make it stop hurting! MINE, IT HURTS AND IT WON'T STOP! MAKE IT STOP!
Teeth gritted against the blasts of pain that tore through her mind, Rinfala clung to Arioth's neck, running a hand down the ridges in an attempt to soothe the indisposed gold. By the Red Star, it sounded almost like colic--and the thought terrified her. Colic was a dangerous affliction for runners, one that could turn a fine beast into a pile of meat. Shoving the thought away before it could distress the dragonet further, she swallowed hard. "Arioth. Arioth, you need to try to walk around. It'll help it work itself out. Please."
Shim and her little green hatchling (that had been tentatively dubbed Killer for its tendency to bite over the smallest things) were nowhere to be seen. Smart creatures, Rinfala noted, with a hint of envy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 4:38 pm
"... Rin..?"
Kess was the first to arrive, naturally, the obedient Condorath leading the way as she approached her friend without much hesitation. "Shards, what in thread is going on? Condoroth's talking it nonstop, if I couldn't hear Arioth myself!"
A respectful nod to the in-pain gold and the blonde weyrling frowned, examining her. "Bad wherry in her belly?"
Please don't let it be dragon diarrhea.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:54 pm
}~{I wasn't sure if Haanyath fell into any of the categories, but I could always throw T'ka in in a post or two if you wanted the human aspect of a rider pair as well; or I could delete my post if this isn't what you had in mind >w<}~{
Haanyath was relatively enjoying her day. Why, she'd just eaten, and was settling down to a nice bask in the sun. There wasn't much for the spotted green to be mad about, thankfully. At least, until that angry cry went out, loudly enough for an almost asleep Haanyath to hear. Haanyath was easy to anger, and this incident was no exception. Blue eyes taking on a tinge of red, she reared and screamed, sitting up and casting about, as if to glare at anyone who should question her sudden vitality. She was about to take a nap and that dragonet ruined it! Haanyath felt this a very deserving reason to be in a foul mood.
<> she complained, not at all concerned that she should try and be nice because Arioth was gold. Haanyath knew herself to be a better prize than any other dragon, golds included. However, seeing as she didn't want this to go on, what with complaining and everything...
<> Haanyath advised. Why, Haanyath was very good at throwing up. As a Weyrling, she was very impatient, and since she wanted to grow faster...she often tried to sneak food behind T'ka's back, even after her rider had fed her. Unfortunately, Haanyath wasn't always the wisest creature, and unforunately, meant that T'ka was often left with the oh-so-enjoyable task of cleaning up dragon vomit. But hey, that didn't bother Haanyath.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:11 pm
I AM LOUD BECAUSE I HURT! Arioth shrieked, not at all inclined to try to 'walk around' as Hers had suggested. The next suggestion that came at her was absolutely horrifying. Throw up, and get mess all over herself and Hers? I WILL NOT REGURGITATE. THAT IS DISGUSTING! I WILL MAKE IT STOP WITHOUT DOING THAT.
"I don't know," Rinfala snapped, Arioth's anger bleeding over into the rider. Hearing the harshness of her own voice, she winced. "Sorry, she's pretty strong. Feels..." Oh for the love of Faranth's egg, she'd never imagined being a rider to mean listening to your dragon in order to discern whether your dragon's indigestion meant nausea or diarrhea. "Kind of gassy and crampy. Arioth, get up. If you walk around, it'll work itself out quicker." Hopefully she'd be able to get the bucket where it needed to be fast enough.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 10:05 pm
The sounds of a boy sleeping, though they filled M'rik's new barrack during his Candlemarks off after morning chores, ceased very suddenly, their source snapping up on his bedroll with an loud and unaimed "Sorry, I'm awake now!" He blinked a few times and looked around the empty room, until his eyes fell on the Blue pacing by the door.
Was that you? Are you alright? You sound like a girl. Hasufeth snorted, a few flecks of yellow in his whirling eyes. That was my Gold sister. She is in pain. M'rik hopped to his feet at this news, making short work of the distance between his bed and the hallway. Hasufeth hobbled along at his heel, running with an awkward gait like he had to think out every step he took. What's wrong with her? Is she alright? What happened? So many tragedies with Hatchlings, and now a Gold! Faranth, what if- She has a bellyache, Mine.
The boy skidded to stop, facing his Dragonet with an eyebrow raised. Bellyache? You lot woke me up for a bellyache? You woke yourself up, Mine, but I am sorry. My Gold sister is very loud, Mine. He sighed and bent to rub the Blue's horn knob. The pair likely would've turned back if they hadn't arrived already- but the indignant shrieks of the little Queen quickly turned M'rik's mood to intrigue. He approached the small crowd grinning, with Hasufeth tagging behind, more than certain they shouldn't have been intruding on the spectacle after all.
"She's sick, Mine said? I'm no Dragonhealer, but I *was* a Beastcrafter, y'know. Maybe I can help? Have you told her to throw up?" He thought about trying to shake the other weyrlings' hands, but if this was the feisty Gold he remembered, drawing attention from her was probably not the best idea.
Hasufeth eyed Arioth with his head bowed low. Did you eat many cakes at the feast? Mine ate many cakes, and he made himself sick.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 11:28 pm
:Arioth is upset, Mine,: Varth pointed out to A'bri, entirely unnecessarily. A'bri was fairly certain that everyone in the Weyr, rider or not, knew that Arioth was upset. :Arioth's insides hurt.: The Brown made an effort to keep his tone bland, but A'bri could sense the faint concern from his dragon. He wasn't really surprised- Varth could barely remember most of his clutchmate's names, nor most of those he'd met, but at any given time he could reference Arioth's latest actions. Whether it was pure rivalry or if on some deeper level Varth actually liked his sister and worried over her, A'bri wasn't sure, but either way, he seemed to take personal offense when something other than him was upsetting the slight Gold.
"What do you want me to do about it?" A'bri asked, though he was already standing up. He was a former Smith, he didn't know anything about healing or dragonhealing, but he could see in the set of Varth's wings against his back that the Brown was not going to sit quiet. Varth shot him a disgusted look, clearly unimpressed with A'bri's question.
:We should go see why, Mine. You said that it was important to be nice, and to be helpful. Should we not try to be helpful?: Varth's tone was sly- he was not all that interested in being helpful. Mocking his sister's misfortune, that he was more interested in. He was most definitely not worried. Absolutely not. Not at all. Not even a little bit. :I am not worried,: he informed A'bri, making sure His understood that clearly. :Not at all.:
"...Right. Not worried. Check. I'll go... try to be helpful." A'bri shook his head and headed out, Varth pushing past him and leading him down the hall. It took a few minutes, but it was clear when he was in the right place- a bit of a crowd was gathering. "Varth, stay put- if she's already upset, the last thing you should be doing is poking your head in there."
:I will stay here, Mine,: Varth replied, attempting to sound dignified. :Go and see what is wrong.:
Feeling very much like his presence was only going to cause problems, A'bri knocked at the edge of the doorway, hovering slightly outside. "Hey, is... well, clearly everything's not alright, but... can I help? Has anyone gone to get one of the Healers?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 12:32 am
‘ Mine?’
Quinnel mumbled something incoherent and rolled over on her bed, not wanting to wake up. However, while the gentle mental prod had been easy enough to ignore, the insistent, physical nudging of her shoulder was not. Eventually the red-head gave in and sat up, her sleepy eyes falling on the one responsible for waking her up.
‘ Winath…?’ Even Quinnel’s mental voice was groggy.
‘ The new Gold is hurting, Mine.’
‘ And what am I supposed to do about it, hm? I’m not her bonded, no, and I’m not a dragonhealer.’
The little Green seemed faintly hurt by Quinnel’s snappy mood and the ex-Harper quickly sought to reassure her,‘ I’m sorry, Winath, I’m just tired; yes, tired, not angry. Do you want me to go check?’
‘ Yes, Mine. Please.’
With a faint grumble Quinnel rolled out of her bed and threw on a robe. She grabbed a leather pouch, ran a finger through her hair to tame the worst of the mess, and made her way to where she believed the new Goldrider and dragon resided, Winath following faithfully behind. When she arrived, she saw that a small crowd had already formed. Keeping her distance, Quinnel took a moment to stand on her toes and peer through the bodies to get a look at was going on. The symptoms the little Gold exhibited seemed quite familiar to Quinnel.
“ Hm, hm, a belly-ache, is it, yes? Tried lavender, have you, or linseed oil?”
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 1:09 am
With a reluctant hiss, Arioth hauled herself to her feet. She still didn't feel one bit like moving around, but Hers was plainly not going to stop until she did. Head swiveling around to glare at everyone as though daring them to mock her weakne--no, not weakness, indisposition--she started to shuffle back and forth in the limited space. Every few moments, she paused to let another screech rattle through the halls.
Glancing at M'rik, Rinfala shook her head. "I just managed to get her up and walking around. She refuses to throw up--I'm not sure who suggested it to her, but she made that clear to me." A tight smile showed as A'bri came in. "A healer might help, but nobody's gone to get one yet. I haven't been able to leave her side for anything else either, but... It probably has to come out one end or the other." As Arioth got up, she rose and began pacing along with her, staying with her bonded. "Walking helps runners work it through. Dragons can't be much different."
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:07 pm
Isonth...I was napping....and I am not happy.
I'm sorry, Lanamine. Noisy Queens are noisy.
One of the benefits to the more outlying weyrs was that La and Isonth got more privacy because, frankly, nobody else liked them. There was also the benefit of easier access to the fresh greenery that her dragon insisted they keep in the weyr. Overall, it wasn't a bad experience.
But the drawbacks included the fact that nothing was anywhere near where she slept. Except things that practicality kept away from dragonrider weyrs. Things like the weyrling barracks. And taking a nap while your bleeding-heart dragon was in range of a distressed Queen hatchling was, apparently, a major impossibility if you were a dragonhealer in training. Grumbling to herself, La approached the situation with a hand on Isonth's shoulder, and the large green decided it was best to handle the situation before her groggy rider said anything stupid.
Arioth, little one, what is wrong? she asked, exuding patience and gentle care in every syllable in the hopes that the noisy little Queen would pick up on it and perhaps calm herself a little. La wasn't holding her breath, and sighed as she tried to figure out precisely what was going on. Probably the Queen ate too much. La wouldn't be surprised...Arioth was going to be a lovely challenge for her new rider, and that was putting it nicely.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 5:51 pm
Ugh. To think that it had come to this. Turns of experience, a Journeyman rank in Healing, and a new Apprentice… and now K’em decided that Cordel needed a babysitter. Like his Apprentice, Cordel had chosen to take a nap while he was being kept away from his work. There honestly wasn’t much else he could really do. Besides, he sort of did need an actual break from work… he just didn’t want to let K’em and W’ten know this because that would be letting W’ten realize that he was right.
Unfortunately, the ‘babysitters’ left Cordel alone at the wrong time. Bored out of his mind, Cordel leapt on the opportunity to look after a dragonet, even one as notoriously violent as Arioth. The Journeyman Dragonhealer came upon the scene not long after La and stood back to see how his student handled it.
“Well, La? What’s going on? Isonth?” he asked, trying to regain something resembling wakefulness. Or at least some sort of authority. He couldn’t very well diagnose a dragon until he knew the symptoms. Judging by the screeches, the little queen was in pain, but… well, there was no way for the dragonless Healer to know where the pain was. Maybe she had scraped herself earlier or injured a leg.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 6:09 pm
Arioth snarled back at Isonth, although the soothing feelings prevented her from lashing back at being considered a 'little one.' My stomach hurts and my tail is full and Mine says if I walk it will work through but it's NOT, she whined, head weaving around as she glared at those present. Pausing, she hissed at Cordel, eyes whirling red and grey as she studied him. Who is that?
Pacing back and forth with Arioth, Rinfala groaned and rubbed her forehead. Her ears were ringing from the frequent screeching, and she was getting a definite headache from...well, that and the mental washes of discomfort that flooded down the bond. "That's the first I've heard about your tail," she muttered, glancing down. It looked thicker than she remembered...did that mean anything? s**t, she couldn't remember.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 11:00 pm
The snarl didn't dismay Isonth at all, and she merely radiated more pleasant, soothing feelings at the little queen, crooning softly and approaching Arioth slowly. She bent down so her head was more on-par with the little Queen's and leaned in to nuzzle her. All right, darling, don't worry, you will be all right, she said, relaying Arioth's words to La, who grimaced and scrubbed at her face.
She will be all right, yes Lanamine?
Fine, yeah. Just...
"Dragon constipation." She said the last two words out loud in response to Cordel's question, and then looked at him and frowned. "Wait. You're not supposed to be here. You're supposed to be...not working." Just somewhere that isn't here.
Cordel! Isonth had said delightedly to the world at large when she noticed the dragonhealer. Hers was very fond of Cordel, and so Isonth was too. That is Cordel, she told Arioth. He is a dragonhealer, like Mine, and mine trusts him. He here to help, Lanamine, that's what dragonhealers do! she added in response to La's dismay.
Not when I talked to those brownriders about him overworking himself La answered in the mental equivalent of a dark mutter, frowning at Cordel.
"I thought you were taking time off."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 12:12 am
Yes. Constipation was what Cordel thought too. There were only so many ailments that weyrlings were susceptible to, and constipation was the most common. Especially given the way that the queen had been eating on the day of the Hatching, as if she was afraid it might run away if she didn’t eat it fast enough. Or perhaps worried that someone else might eat it before she had the chance. Cordel’s eyes narrowed at La’s words, though, most specifically the ones pertaining to his vacation time.
“I am not going to discuss my vacation time in front of the patients,” he said stiffly, completely ignoring the fact that the ‘patient’ was a squalling young dragonet. “Morning, sweetheart.” The last comment was towards Isonth, who was easily Cordel’s favorite dragon. The sweet-natured Green had made his job a lot easier by keeping others calm while he examined them. If he had realized how much a dragon would help him in his job, he would have gotten an Apprentice turns ago!
But, back to work. “Something about her tail?” the dragonhealer moved closer, eyeing the tail in question. It looked a little thicker than it should, but he honestly had no way of knowing what the dragonet’s normal tail thickness was. “Is it normally that thick, or is it something new?”
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 12:38 am
Rumbling ominously--her belly still hurt, and talking about it wasn't making it go away--Arioth nevertheless let herself be reassured by the green's soothing tone. Flaring her wings dramatically, she looked hard at Cordel. If he is here to help then he should help. Mine, tell him to hurry up and help, my stomach hurts and my tail won't let anything out.
"They're finding out what's wrong so they can help," Rinfala said, doing her best to sound reassuring though her voice was shaky and unsure. Faranth, please don't let this be as bad as colic... Her face brightened considerably at the mention of constipation. "Yeah, her tail's not usually that thick. Constipation...that's easy to fix, right?" Unpleasant, but it was better than upsetting half the Weyr with Arioth's screeching.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 12:13 pm
"Well, you shouldn't be in front of patients at all, and if you weren't, we wouldn't need to discuss your vacation time!" Like you're supposed to be. La's words, however miffed, were quite cheerful, and she wasted no time giving Cordel a bright grin.
Lanamine...
He's not supposed to be here, Isonth!
Not right now, Lanamine.
La huffed softly and glared at Cordel before looking back at Arioth. Rinfala seemed awfully upset. "Colic, like in runners?" She had had it explained to her once, during a run of Candidate chores at the stable. Mostly what she remembered was that runnerbeast digestive systems worked in one way, so when things went wrong, the backlash was not a good thing. "No. Dragons can vomit if they need to expel something nasty."
You will be right as rain soon, Isonth continued on gently, talking the little queen as calmly as she could.
"It's easy to fix," La went on, cataloguing possible herbs to fix constipation. Basil oil, coriander, hyssop, peppermint oil, ugh. They hadn't gone over this yet. ...Probably easiest to just let Cordel handle it, even if he wasn't supposed to be there. She didn't have enough experience with dragons to be confident in her own prescriptions.
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