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 Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 9:33 am
<Cepheith, S'kagi and I want to help! Direct us little queen!>
The 'little queen' admittedly was decidedly not so little anymore, but Luvith chose to persist with the nickname she'd once assigned the other dragon, with both affection and respect. At a time like this, both, she felt, were needed. The Weyr at large had been carved a deep and bleeding wound that it would feel for some time.
"Narisa!" He remembered the 'little gold' rider more immediately than some other faces, and not immediately recognizing anyone of higher rank, he looked to her for both direction and for confirmation of the rumors currently spreading like fire through dry grass. "How can we help?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 9:07 pm
Where Narisa was only focused - for the moment - on Set'al and Pipith, Cepheith was aware of others, head held high as she kept tabs on what dragons were uninjured and which were. The gold did not want to lose any more dragons this day. Nor allow them to lose their rider's. To say she wasn't feeling exceptionally nitpicky at the moment was an understatement. It was only the firm reminder from her own rider, that many were going to be lost in pain and not think rationally to the demands of a gold trying to order them around, which kept her from doing just that. So instead Cepheith snorted irritatedly, sitting by Pipith and his while Hers finished helping them.
It was probably foolish to feel the warm tingling feeling she got after hearing the simple response. But Narisa couldn't help but always second-guess herself, especially now of all times. Having someone that seemed to believe in her made Narisa forever grateful.
"Thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate that." Her gaze moved over to regard Pipith. "And how about you, dear Pipith? Are you alright?" Of course the thought of trying to help the bronze and botching the job made her gut twist. Sort of how she felt trying not to fail any that might look to her and Cepheith today.
The gold rumbled, glancing down at Hers. Stop second guessing yourself, mine. You are doing fine. And you have me right here with you. Lowering her head, she bumped her muzzle to Narisa's side until she rubbed a hand along the golden hide.
Luvith! Narisamine and I are relieved you and yours are alright. She paused, and there was a hint of amusement at the crimson's reference to her as 'little' queen. Those of us larger dragons that can, we should be ready to assist any that cannot sustain flight on their own. Our rider's can work to make the pain ease with their ointments.
Hearing her name, the goldrider turned to look over her shoulder. She knew the crimson pair was coming, thanks to Cepheith. "S'kagi! You and Luvith would be of much help. The biggest thing we all need to do is attend the injured. Those with severe injuries should get priority. Dragons should probably see those that are actually skilled at healing, depending on how bad their threadscoring is." That was the best thing for them all to do...right? "Stay in touch with us via Cepheith. We have no idea yet how many we've lost..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 5:29 am
Tell Cepheith's that I am fine, Pipith prompted His, a touch of blue working its way into his eyes. It pleased him greatly to have the attention of the gold pair, and helped to soothe what hurts he did have.
"He says he's fine," Set'al relayed, patting his dragon's leg. "He's a tough old thing, I'll give him that.
He nodded at the arrival of the crimsonrider, and when Narisa mentioned not knowing how many they'd lost, hesitated a moment before supplying grimly, "Fifteen."
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