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 Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 6:14 pm
It’s been busy lately. It feels like, every time I turn around, someone undoes the work I’ve already done. And I’m certain someone has been moving the herbs around. I went to grab the lemon grass and I grabbed the hyssop by mistake. Thank Faranth I read the label before making the tea for the patient! I wonder if it’s just lack of sleep or something more insidious. I’ve heard of similar things happening in the kitchen, although that’s simply from clumsy Candidates and others dropping things. I haven’t had a good meal in weeks, due to their bungling.
But today, something far more terrifying happened.
I actually managed to fill out a complete form without being interrupted by K’em.
Something is very, very wrong. I’m sure of it. I’m going to ask around later.
First, I’m going to enjoy the peace and silence.
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 10:58 pm
I seem to have Impressed myself an assistant. Her name is Lanakirene or La of Green Isonth. It’s a bit unusual to have a dragonrider double as a dragonhealer, but there are many benefits of it. Isonth is a particularly sweet creature who has the right disposition to settle down and comfort injured dragons since Queens can’t usually be bothered with that sort of thing. La herself is quite eager to learn and seems to have taken a shine to me.
She brought me her firelizard egg, since she was concerned that it hadn’t hatched. She was right to be concerned, so she has good instincts as well. The egg shell was too thin (either the mother didn’t get enough calcium, or she was an older firelizard), which caused the inner membrane to dry out as it came closer to hatching. Under my instruction, La carefully broke away some of the shell enough so that I could cut into the touch membrane and free the little Bronze.
I have to admit, it felt good to be working with firelizards again. They complain so much less than dragons. Still haven’t seen K’em or W’ten. I’m beginning to get a bit concerned…
Now that I have an assistant, perhaps I’ll have more time. Perhaps it’s even time for me to start dating again.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 6:16 pm
Well, W’ten and K’em have finally returned and no worse for wear. W’ten is just as much of an a** as ever. Hm. Pity. Well, there’s always next time. Still, he has his uses; he, at least, told me the truth about what happened. K’em had a twisted ankle and both had been exposed to a storm. For the safety of the Weyr, I put them both into quarantine. K’em was not happy about this and gave me the Silent Treatment for a fully twenty minutes. Since someone had to watch over them, I volunteered. K’em’s over it now, I think. Thankfully.
Both Brownriders are fine, or about as close to ‘normal’ as they ever get.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 6:29 pm
Fardling Candidates!
One of them touched the eggs. The dragon eggs. They weren’t even sharding hardened yet and some deadglow Candidate decided to touch them! What were they doing in their Candidate lessons?! Daydreaming?!
There could be damage done, but I can’t even get close to the eggs. Gold Cheoth, the mother of the clutch, refuses to let anyone close. It’s possible that there won’t even be a Touching this Hatching. And that will lead to a mauling, all because one Candidate was too busy giggling to herself about how naughty she’s being, and how much of a rebel she was. I almost look forward to meeting her. I’ve yet to see a brain hemorrhage from sheer stupidity, but she’s a case in the making.
Gold Cheoth refuses to leave her clutch, even to eat. She lashes out at everyone except for her rider, Jr. Weyrwoman Favan. She won’t even let me or La nearby, so we have no idea how she’s faring, healthwise.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 10:02 pm
Well. I got a surprising gift today. I recognized Pyfol right off the bat. Caysine’s blue firelizard. I was understandably surprised to see him in my room of all places, but I was even more staggered to see the package he was carrying. Just when I thought there was no more room for surprises, the contents of the package hid an even bigger one.
A firelizard egg. At first, I thought this was Caysine’s way of making amends, of trying to… well, win me back, so to speak. Then I saw the little note tucked away to one side. Caysine’s hand was hurried, but still very easily recognized. A love note, perhaps? I had to wonder then, if I would take her back if I could…
"Cordel-
Now we’re even.
-Caysine"
Short and simple. Not at all like the long notes we used to pass. But I understood the context. I was the one who had given her Pyfol while he was still an egg. I saved up for over a Turn to afford that little egg. I’d never seen her so happy before… giving her that egg was one of the happiest moments of my life, just because I made her smile so. We had already given each other back most of the presents we had bought for each other, but Pyfol couldn’t really be returned. Caysine had found a way.
Shards. I need a drink. Time to go find K'em.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 1:11 pm
I got my I-Told-You-So moment with W’ten at least. After the latest idiocy contest with K’em, he caught some sort of sickness and couldn’t make it to the Infirmary on his own. I took care of him instead. And I didn’t even do a speech for him. He’s fully recovered. Unfortunately, this means he still lacks a sense of humanity.
Again, there’s always next time.
The egg has hatched into a little green firelizard. I named her Tribble, because it sounds like one of her noises. Shut up, I can be creative. I just don’t see the benefit of naming a creature that won’t come when she’s fardling called. She’s a very shy little creature, but sweet enough.
The Hatching was a disaster. All those people who claim that a queen hatching first is a good omen are wrong. It was an omen of MAULING. Just the two dragons who hatched first alone mauled six people or close to that. One dragonet went between and one egg failed to hatch entirely. I needed a drink after all of that, only I can’t find any of my alcohol.
Fine. I’ll just have to work instead.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 6:02 pm
soutou Well, well, well. Cordel has seemed to catch the Hall's attention. However, without Thread falling, dragonhealing isn't so needed these days. What a shame, to watch those skills go to waste. Or is it? The Hall is asking Cordel to take on a second specialty, trauma. Trauma will also be able to applied to dragons and riders both once Thread falls, but until then, how does Cordel feel about this? How does he react?
Quote: The note was plain and simple. Or, to be more precise, the wording was plain and simple. In accordance to some universal rule, the handwriting was just awful. No doubt, the note had been delivered in the typical fashion: in other words, handed to whoever had been going the right way and didn’t look like they would eat the important note. Either way, it ended up in Cordel’s hands eventually, telling him, quite simply, that he would need to take up another specialty: Trauma, to be precise. Cordel considered this carefully and found he was torn emotionally about it. He was torn between vague annoyance and mild annoyance. No. Wait. He was definitely annoyed. At least that was cleared up. But some other ambivalence remained, which mostly boiled down to this: Cordel loved his job. He had given up Candidacy to pursue Healercraft (although his duel hatreds of being more than a few feet off the ground at any time and between also figured somewhere in that calculation). But, at the same time, he hated being off-handedly told, “Oh, by the way; you have to do this now, because we say so and, if you refuse, you’ll never attain Master rank. Bend over.” Alright, so that last part had never been said, but it certainly seemed like it. The point was… Cordel’s fingers drummed on the table a little bit as he tried to figure out exactly what the point was here. Well, he didn’t like being told that he had to do things this way. Even if it was what he wanted to do. The note itself lay just a few inches from the Healer’s fingers, although, from the way Tribble was judging it, it would end up in her nest soon enough. And that was another thing that bothered him. Just the room irked him in some indefinable way. Mostly, it wasn’t home. As one of the Soon-to-be-Master-Rank, Cordel had gotten his own room. It was bigger than his room at the Weyr, and much… well, it was just different and he didn’t like it. It didn’t have the personality of Weyr food, that’s what. Healer Hall also had a distinct lack of K’em and W’ten. Every time something crashed, Cordel prepared a long rant at K’em only to be disappointed when he remembered that the Brownrider wasn’t here. And people just didn’t argue like W’ten (although Cordel was chalking this into the Bonus Column for the time being). And La wasn’t here either, or Isonth. Cordel tried not to worry about his Apprentice too much, but it was difficult, since he was the sort to worry about everything and everyone. Anyway, his mind was wandering all over the place now. What he needed to do was just sit and think about this for a while, as carefully as possible. This was a problem for him, since he inevitably started to think about what Ka-how-can-I-creatively-injure-myself-today-eem was up to. Probably some new and inventive method of self-harm, no doubt. But now wasn’t the time to get all reminiscent about home. It was time to think. More than that, it was time to think logically. Faranth, he hated that word. It was W’ten’s word. He had poisoned it. …Actually, when he really thought about it, Cordel was already involved in Trauma. Faranth, most of the injuries K’em inflicted on himself were physical. Well, at least the ones that weren’t caused by bad dietary choices. A normal day for Cordel was 50% ranting, 40% stitching someone up, and 10% griping. So… really. Accepting the offer wouldn’t change anything except the rank. Oh, and of course give him a little bit more control over the Infirmary. Fine. He would accept their offer, especially since it would get him home more quickly and back to work. And who was going to say anything if a Master Healer started to work with diagnostics anyway? ‘Oh no, that Healer is doing his job, won’t someone please stop him?’ (One could argue that this had already happened, but Cordel preferred to ignore the Door Incident). Turning the hide over----no use wasting valuable materials---Cordel scrawled a quick acceptance and sent Tribble off with it.
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