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 Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 7:38 am
"W-what? Wait!" Tousled made a half-hearted attempt to halt Frostbane, but he was airborne and gone before she had even finished the last syllable. She glanced over at Ila - now it was just the two of them, alone on the forest floor with a very wounded sentinel in their charge.
"Oh my..." she whispered. "What... what do we do now?"
Looking back at the pitiful, broken shape of Moult, Tousled felt her heart twist in her chest again. Make sure Moult is comfortable and still, the medic had said. Well, maybe that was all she could do for now.
"Um... We should probably wait for him... and the other one, I guess," she said in an attempt to answer her own question. "And I think we need someone quite strong if we are going to try to lift him..." She walked tentatively over to Moult and made an attempt to assess the situation herself. He had been exposed to the wind and the rain the entire duration of the storm, and his feathers had never been much of a protection against the elements... "He must be cold," she murmured. "I'll try to see if I can warm him up a little."
With that, she settled in as closely to the old ghost male as she could, fluffing herself up like a mother brooding a hatchling. Since Moult's body was a lot larger than a hatchlings, and slightly larger than her own, she unfolded her soft, tousled wing and tried to cover the rest of him with it.
"Moult?" she whispered, anxiously studying the old bird's pained face. "Can you hear me?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 3:02 pm
The only immediate reply that poor Tousled receives is the continued, rasping sound of Moult's unsteady breathing. A few moments later, however, one of the ruffled male's eyes cracks open slightly-- he doesn't appear to focus on anything in particular, but he does manage, after one or two abortive attempts, to grate out a single mumbled word. It's the same question he asked before.
"W-what..?"
It is lucky for all involved that Frostbane, on his way to the outpost, happens to meet another medic on the way; this medic, a petite wildtype by the name of Lichen, wings her way quickly towards the downed bird and lands without ceremony beside Tousled.
"I'm a medic," she tells Tousled, by way of introduction, as she's already looking over Moult's various injuries. "Good job keeping him warm. Do you know how long he's been here?"
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Jaeger Erdarastrix Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 4:17 pm
((Is okay if I move this along a bit, then? Okay.))
Tousled's heart skipped a beat as the old sentinel finally responded. Her little voice hoarse with emotion, she tucked her wing in closer around Moult and gently preened whatever part of him that was within her reach, as she whispered:
"Moult... Oh, Moult... You're going to be okay. You're going to be fine. Oh, Moult..."
Still absorbed in muttering happy, encouraging nonsense, the appearance of the new medic caught Tousled by surprise and at first, all she could do was stutter as she tried to take in the new character on the scene and what she had just said.
"Er... Um... Um... I... I'm not sure, actually..." she finally managed to stutter. "But-but I think he... he must have got caught in the storm, and... and if that's right then he could well have been here ever since it started!"
Now she was up to speed with herself again. A medic! How wonderful! Today they seemed to be dropping out of the trees, and Tousled would certainly be the last bird to complain about such fortituous weather. And she had just been praised. Tousled felt herself relax a little as a happy smile settled on her beak.
I think everything's really going to be all right now! Oh, what a wonderful relief.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 4:47 pm
((I think it's best if we move along, and maybe make that the end of this one, with the assumption that the medic will take care of Moult, move him to a safer location, and all will be well. Ees goot? ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 4:50 pm
((Yah, sure. smile Nice playing with you! All of you guys! Oh, and Frostbane - if you hear this - Tousled is so not through with you yet. wink ))
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