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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 5:43 pm
It was a beautiful day, all things considered. Not a cloud in the sky, and no sign of thread. The weather was warm, and a good sea breeze was coming in from the bay. Aside from the sounds of repairs being made to the weyr itself, it would have passed for a day out of time before thread; a seaside paradise just waiting to be enjoyed. Dragons could be seen moving here and there. Some practicing wing drills or flaming. Archaic practices brought back once more to fight the threat of thread. Weyrlings gathered in their classes to begin the long trek to ridership. Firelizards twirled and darted through the air. All in all it was a wonderful day to come crashing down from the sky. And that's just what one green dragon was doing.
Burst from between with a screech of pain and fear, a pale green dragon appeared over the weyrbowl. At first it seemed to be struggling to stay on plane in the air, and then one wing folded, clutched tight to its body. It began to tumble through the air, beating frantically with its remaining spread wing. Thankfully the poor thing wasn't too high from the bowl...but it still dug a rather impressive trench as it finally crashed down, rolling and then lying still. Not betweened again, so not dead. But battered, and as the first weyrfolk dared approach it, they would see the wing it had clutched close was riddled with small holes, and long twining scars. Threadscore. And laying over her neck...her rider. Equally scored, the back of her shirt had been layed open; angry red threadscore glaring up in the noon sun.
The silence following the dragon's appearance was suddenly broken. A chattering, chittering noise. Firelizards! All about the weyr they were suddenly in motion. Someone paying close attention would note that, as swarms of them soared into the bowl to hover near the downed dragon and perch beside it, each of them to a one had been assigned to fly to Southern with a message but come back having failed to find anyone. Apparently now they had.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 6:55 pm
Aila was sitting in the sand by the Bay, enjoying a rare day off. Between wing drills and helping out in the infirmary, threadscore and the injuries from the most recent clutch, Aila had had little time to herself these days. She sat by the side of the Bay, with her pants rolled up to her knees and her feet in the water. Tanzith, who had been sunning near by, suddenly landed next to her.
The noisy ones are here, in great number. he told her. He paused. They say someone is coming. The blue looked up and Aila followed his gaze. A dragon popped out of the air above them, and with it, a shriek of fear and pain. Immediately, Aila's healer instincts kicked in. Looking around, she stole a bucket from a nearby weyrling who was washing their dragon and filled it with water. She ran to the fallen dragon and knealt by its wing, inspecting its injuries.
Tanzith, find out who they are. she instructed, all business when it came to healing. As her initial inspection of the dragon trailed up its spine and over to its neck, she noticed the rider lying there too. Stepping carefully over, she made her way to the young woman. "Are you awake? Can you hear me?" she asked, testing her consciousness. "That's quite the fall you had." She glanced at the woman's back. That was threadscore. Just where had they come from?
Better inform the weyrleader too. she said. And get every healer you can down here. Shards, I wish I had some supplies with me.. or a damn 'lizard to go and fetch me some. She said in frustration. Until she did, there was little she could do for either of them.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 3:40 pm
With four mental images coming into his head of the same event, T'rel could hardly stay away. Pain, sadness--and a certain smugness from his firelizards. They had found what they were looking for? What did that mean? He couldn't remember sending them to look for any--...sharditall. That was impossible. No firelizard had been able to--
"Zelith!" he called to his bronze, both verbally and mentally in his distress. He wrung his hands; a nervous habit. Something had happened. Something big. Mentally instructing his firelizards to stay where they were; Dirge had given him an image of the weyrbowl in response.
"Zelith, we've got to get to the bowl. Now."
The little ones say Southern has come.
T'rel's hands flew as he worked on Zelith's riding straps. He climbed onto the dragon's back. "Go. Don't bother flying straight, we've got to get there as quickly as possible." The bronze lanched himself off of the Weyrleader's ledge and disappeared between, appearing over the bowl. "Aila!" he called, waving frantically to the healer. "I brought supplies!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 6:57 am
Aila nodded to the weyrleader, gratefully accepting the bag of supplies. She inspected the girls back, speaking out loud. "It looks like the jump between killed most of the thread." she noted. "But we should probably drown her wing, just in case." She gave a nod to the dragon.
Can you walk? Tanzith asked.
She glanced from rider to dragon and made an executive decision as to which required more care.
"Her threadscore's bad, but since it's not bleeding, I don't think it's life threatening." On the other hand, if they didn't do something soon her dragon may never fly again. "It's a large, open wound, so clean it and make sure to give her something to stop infection." she instructed him. "If you don't know, ask the first healer that gets down here. I'm going to work on her dragon."
One wing was riddled with holes, the other possibly broken. Threadscored wing first. It seemed unlikely that they would be able to get her to the Bay, which would be ideal. Using the water on any area she thought might still be infected, she applied numbweed and then began to stitch the wing back together. She wished the rider would wake up, because it wouldn't do to have her move while she was working. For now, Tanzith could only try to sooth her. Do not move. My rider will fix you soon.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 7:37 pm
Kaila walked towards the bowl with Kiric flying behind. The young healer was considering giving Kiric a shiny for the firelizard's collectioin since the gold had told her about a dragon and rider being hurt. Instead of stealing her pendent like her firelizard's hobby.
She had a full waterskin and her bag of supplies as she headed towards the bowl. She stopped near T'rel and looked at the rider and dragon with concern.
Mine, how is the green?
Kaila frowned, I don't know, Maith, but I'll help out.
Good, Mine. Maith sounded cheerful and sleepy. The green had been resting when Kiric had told Kaila of the hurt dragon and rider. Kaila looked towards Kiric, "Kiric, go get the other healers please."
Kiric, nodded and flew in the direction of the Healer hall. Kaila walked over to Aila and tried to not be shy. "Excuse me, how can I help?" She had gotten over her stutter a bit better.
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