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 Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 9:02 pm
People were one thing, their injuries were a wholly different animal altogether. Malta rubbed the bluerider's wound with numbweed and antiseptic with the focused care that precluded all of her shyness and fear. She looked up at him. “How did you, um... get this? May I ask?” she said, smiling tiredly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 9:41 am
E'lov normally wouldn't have bothered with going to the infirmary after a duel, but the rider he had fought with had been slightly more enthusiastic with his knife than he would have liked. The cut was deep, and he didn't want it to get infected, so, getting it taken care was necessary. At least the numbweed would be a nice bonus.
"Oh, just a duel," E'lov responded, smiling at the healer. He wasn't sure if the question had been to distract him from what she was doing, or if she was truly curious about how he had gotten the slash, but it didn't matter. He didn't mind answering. "One of the other blue riders took offense to my blue flying for the gold. You'd think they thought I could stop him." He laughed. "Clearly they don't know Magith."
His blue might be small, and not very impressive, but once he made up his mind about something, there was little that would stop him. Stubborn creature.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 8:28 pm
moonlit-raven I will get better at this i promise Poecileth stirred from her stoic post just outside the infirmary, intrigued, as Malta continued her work. It was deep, but that knife had been sharp and she had cleaned it out, so all that remained to do was stitches and something to help the blood stay clotted and inside. “Oh.” She said smiling shakily back. commented Poecileth, rumbling, People don't get used to things. interrupted Malta, stitching up the man's leg neatly. “Well.” she said, “You were lucky. That cut could have been a lot worse...” said Poecileth to Magith, “I don't...” she began, haltingly, emboldened by the familiar and repetitive activity, “I don't know why another rider would be in such a...” she stopped at a particularly tricky bit of skin, “Would have such a problem, though...”
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 3:44 pm
" I try," he teased, hoping that she wouldn't take it the wrong way, "to be lucky that is." He turned a bit more serious. " How long will it take to heal?" Hopefully not too long, but it was deep enough to need stitched up, and from previous experiences, knew that that usually meant a longer recovery period. the blue responded, looking over at the green from his spot near the infirmary. He was concerned for his rider, but could feel that he was in good hands. She was very neat with her stitches, and he did his best to remain still. " Well," he responded, " between you and me, the flight was just an excuse. I don't think he's liked me since I first met him." He shrugged. " Luckily he's usually at Benden, and I'm not."
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 5:27 pm
”Ummm...” Malta trailed off as she focused on the stitching. said Poecileth. It was always good to have a dragon with brains, stamina, and willpower in a wing – it meant less injuries from thread, both as they themselves dodged and kept their heads, but as they helped their team keep their heads as well. Morale, Poecileth knew, was important. She herself tried to do her part to keep up her wing's morale, both by broadcasting encouragement and by tamping down her rider when she panicked. She knew, though, that she was a weak link in a fall. she rumbled pleasantly., She tilted her head in Malta's direction, wondering if she would have to play healer dragon and relay the information through Magith. she reminded her rider gently. said Malta, finishing the sutures. ”Check in in about a sevenday.” she said, pulling back to admire her work. She liked stitches – clean, precise, and simple. She wished all problems were like that.
She stood up to wash her hands. “You can walk on it, and it'll hold up well... Just no, um...” she blushed, “Marathons... or anything.” she smiled shyly as she attempted a joke of her own.
Poecileth was very pleased at her rider's smile.
Malta was feeling a little emboldened now as she dried her hands, turning towards her patient. It was actually a slow shift today, which was good, so she had the time and energy to talk and didn't have to run around like some sort of rodent/wherry hybrid. Like she normally did.
”I don't know how people do that...” she commented, ”Dislike people from the moment they meet them. People aren't... um...” she faltered, ”Well, they aren't always what they seem at first.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 3:49 pm
Magith responded simply. He did not enjoy fighting thread, he was not built for it, but he was a dragon, and that was what they did. They fought thread, so that Pern was safe. It was their duty. "That's not too bad," E'lov said, looking down at the stitches. " I had expected longer." He could deal with a sevenday for the stitches, and he hadn't planned on any marathons anyways. " Drats," he teased back, grinning broadly. " I guess I'll have to cancel that plan."
Magith answered. They would, if they had to.
"Me either." He shrugged. " But I've always had trouble getting people." It probably had to do with first impressions, or something like that. "I figure that they're not worth it, if they just make a judgement without bothering to get to know me." He smiled. "I'd rather be friends with people who are willing to try."Not that he had many friends, but quality was better than quantity.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 8:54 pm
moonlit-raven Oog... this post came out so clunky. Apologies. Malta giggled. ”Y-yes.” she said, ”You'll have to... um... postpone it.” She'd been feeling confident (for her), but it suddenly flagged. she asked her dragon, panicked.
said her dragon, sending a wave of positivity to her rider. Poecileth liked to encourage what few sparks of confidence that her rider had.
”I'd rather make friends, too.” Malta said, reassured. Having no patients – now – to occupy herself, she began to nervously sort some of the items she had lying around. ”But you never know who your friends are, sometimes, right?”
While it was nice to see her rider trying to open up for the first time in a long while, Poecileth kept a vigilant eye, hoping to keep her out of trouble. she said to Jareth, pleased, she murmured in regret, she said gravely,
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