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 Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 7:37 pm
When she had come to the hatching, T'kad had expected a lot of things. Even dared to hope for a few. She had not asked for any of this though. Sick candidates, sick riders, frantic dragons, hatchlings just off the sands...the whole thing reeked of chaos and confusion. T'ka looked forward to just collapsing on her bed and sinking into sleep, though that probably wouldn't happen for quite a few candlemarks.
She was currently bent over the form of Gh'lan, trying to figure the best way to carry him. She also didn't want it to be too awkward...though it was probably past that. It wasn't exactly a wineskin he was grabbing earlier when he tried to take the flask from her. Steely T'ka blushed a tad recalling that. But he was her friend, and he needed her. "Sorry 'bout this Gh'lan," she apologized, though she was unsure whether he was really concious enough to understand her words, what she was doing, or what she was about to do.
Carefully, so as not to upset him, she slipped an arm under the starsmith's knees, and wound one around his upper back. Carefully, gently, she lifted him, balancing him precariously for a moment before she could adjust her grip and carry him more comfortably. Ideally she would have slung him over her back, but he was a little too close to her height for that, and it would hinder her movement so...it was pretty much bridal style. Thank Faranth she was strong, and accustomed to taxing labor, because Gh'lan was a pretty sharding big person. Clenching her jaw, she shifted him a little, ideally she would have this room empty of people, but like most of the other things in this Weyr, this was hardly ideal. She needed a path pretty darn quick.
Now that the hatchlings were clearing out, and the queen was seemingly ready to leave, Haanyath shuffled a little in place. She wanted to get down there, on the sands, closer to the people. She wanted to check on the condition of Her's nestmate. Though Dara had calmed her a great deal, she still wanted a smell or two. And to see up close if she was okay. Poor Khunoth must be especially agitated...
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 2:25 pm
Kallista was side by side with the Healer Man trying to clear the way for T'ka and Gh'lan. E'rik had gone down to get Kellae and she presumed they were all going to meet up at the Infirmary. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw her friend toss the poor rider over her shoulder. Not good.
She had heard rumors already that there were other Candidates, Riders and folk in cots down below. Her eyes were a bright green with worry buy still she shoved and pushed people out the way. "Move! Move! Make way!
The Healer Man was much larger than her and was having an easier time parting the crowd than she. Her heart was racing a little bit but that may be more from the excitement of hatching and the sudden onset of Illness rather than her own feelings. Are you keeping Khunoth calm?
He is upset but not unreachable. We are with him. Just make his rider better. Astarteth replied promptly.
We will do our best, love. Kallista promised.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 6:50 pm
Khunoth's hissing had reached a definite peak, though the brown hadn't yet budged from his position above the rapidly emptying Stands. His eyes were a fiery red, whirling quickly with agitation and worry. That was HIS rider down there! Being carted around like so much baggage! To make matters worse, the brownrider was losing his coherence even mentally with his dragon, causing Khunoth's hissing and low rumbles to become louder rumbles of agitation.
They do not move fast enough!!! I will make them! The brown snarled, fanning his wings and leaning forward.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 7:13 am
At last a definite path was clearing in front of E'rik, saving him from having to use his sharp elbows as a means to open a way. It was a little disappointing to realize that he was either losing his skills as a Harper or the people were still so excited over what had passed at the Hatching that they weren't attending. Which still reflected poorly on his Harpering skills.
E'rik, Dara said urgently, You have to make the people move quickly. Khunoth is not willing wait patiently.
E'rik adjusted his grip on Kyllae and his lips pressed into a flat line of irritation. He couldn't be expected to control others' dragons as well, could he? If he ever made Wingleader or Wingsecond, he would be expected to do just that, but he didn't expect to receive such an appointment any time soon. There were many other riders who were older and better-qualified, though at least they could not claim to be more experienced. They were all neophytes when it came to really fighting Thread.
Don't let him do anything the Weyr will regret, E'rik told his dragon.
When Khunoth bated Daramulath maneuvered so that he was directly in front of his brown clutchmate. He was the only brown present at the moment, and he would not expect the pair of greens that accompanied them to do this. He half-spread his wings, not-so-subtly reminding his sibling that he was still larger.
Behave, Khunoth, he hissed softly. Or I will make you.
He was not completely confident that he could make Khunoth behave, but he would try, or send for someone who could. At need, he supposed Yansanth might come, though he had no idea if their gold clutchmate would be inclined to impose her will on Khunoth. She did not seem to like conflict and dissension. Perhaps Bondyeth or Hanumanth? He had never called on his metallic clutchmates for aid before, though, and was a trifle reluctant to do so in this instance.
It is not needful for you to frighten the humans. Or hurt them. There is a Healer with your human.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 9:58 am
((Does anyone know where in the layout of the Weyr the infirmary is?))
Thank goodness for Kallista. T'ka would've had quite a hard time without her. And a small path was better than no path, because T'ka wasn't worried about pushing past or jostling people, she was more than physically capable of that, her only concern was to get Gh'lan to the infirmary.
She cradled the ex-starsmith against her chest not quite sure what to say to him or how to apologize for the strange nature of this...thankfully he probably wasn't concious enough to care. Well, that was one good thing...against about a million bad ones. She followed as best she could behind Kallista, and was tempted to scream at people to get out of the way, but...it probably wouldn't help. Things were already confusing enough, she would let Kallista and the healer make the path. She would dutifully uphold the job of transporter.
Haanyath, not put off at all by the fact that Khunoth was much bigger than her, marched right over to him, and headbutted him on the side. Not hard, and not strongly enough to knock him over, but it was more than just a tap. <> Haanyath complained, irritably.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 5:28 pm
For once, Astarteth was not so confident. She watched Haanyath and Darmulath trying to calm their clutch mate down and things were not going so well. Clawing up the ground beneath her, she spoke openly to the others and her rider.
Maybe we should tell Yansanth? Khunoth's rider needs to wake up soon and talk to his.
Kallista and the Healer Man had gotten them -finally- to the Lower Caverns. Thankfully, most people were heading towards the kitchens or back towards the openness of the Bowl. A couple other ill looking people were making their way towards the Infirmary as well. Turning back, she saw their troop was still close to each other. When Astarteth touched her mind, she shrugged and spoke out loud. "Astart thinks we might have to get a gold rider involved. She wants to get Yansanth. I don't think we need to yet, do we?"
The Healer Man pushed forward and then at last! They were there! Beds were already starting to fill up though a few of the more well looking bodies were standing. Coughing and sneezing filled in the pauses between worried murmurs of Healer Staff and Weyr folk. Vaguely, he pointed to a bed underneath a window.
"Put him there. Then move back. We need to get fluids into him and strip him down. Dragon rider? Make sure his dragon is close by so as neither of them panic."
Kallista quickly moved out the way and watched as E'rik and T'ka stepped up with their charges. Wiping the sweat of her forehead, Kallista leaned against the wall. A little tired. That was all. Astarteth, tell Khumoth we got his rider to the Healer Room. Everything will be fine. Can he move closer?
"Put the girl in the bed towards the middle. The big one. Where was she at when she feel?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 8:06 am
E'rik was relieved when he was able to join T'ka and Kallista outside the Hatching Grounds. He was not so tall that he could easily look over the heads of the crowd, and he had not cared for being unsure where the other were. In the Lower Caverns it was easier for him to keep track of them and eventually meet them at the infirmary. For all his awareness of a number of back ways and unused tunnels, none of them would have served to get him to the infirmary any faster, so he was forced to take the usual route. At least it wasn't too far, though the infirmary was necessarily closer to the Bowl, where wounded dragons and riders would come in, than the Hatching Ground.
Can't you handle this? he asked Daramulath.
I am doing my best, and Haanyath is helping, but Astarteth may be correct. Perhaps the knowledge that his human is in the infirmary will be sufficient to calm him. Dara sounded a bit waspish, which was out of character for him. E'rik decided not to distract him any further from what he was doing. He still didn't understand how, exactly, a metallic dragon could dominate the will of a chromatic dragon, but he guessed what Dara was trying to do required his full concentration since he was not a metallic dragon.
"She's wearing a Candidate's robes. Therefore, wouldn't it would be safe to say she was on the Sands?" A sharpness crept into his tone that might have warned someone who was familiar with him that he could get very nasty, very quickly and with very little provocation. It was the same tone he had used on the Greenrider he'd made cry during their first lesson, and the same one he used when he was fed up with the moronic imbeciles he occasionally found himself surrounded by.
The heat from the Sands, the press of people, and the strain of carrying Kyllae from them to the infirmary had darkened his nice Harper blue tunic with sweat, which was a mild annoyance that did nothing to improve his mood, though he didn't know why he was noticing until he had lain Kyllae on the bed the Healer indicated and glanced over at Kallista, who seemed to be sweating, too. He almost laughed as it occurred to him that he could be coming down with whatever disease had stricken Gh'lan and Kyllae.
"At least our scalps aren't itchy," he remarked to Kallista, wondering if she would understand his reference. To help her out he added, "I think I'm going to have to stop spending time with you. It always seems to end up with me catching something."
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 8:28 am
I am not a silly green that would 'squish' a human. Khunoth snarled at Haanyath, his temper flaring in his eyes at the implication. But I will follow them. The last was said as he gave himself a good shake, apparently releasing some of the tension from his stocky frame, since when he next spoke... it was a little bit calmer. Gh'lan had rallied a little, and at the first featherlight mental touch from his rider, the paler brown had regained some of his senses.
Daramulath. He started, watching as the group of humans finally made it out of the Grounds from around the larger bulk of his brown brother. Do not stop me. Surprisingly, the words were spoken as if he were asking a favor, rather then demanding one as he usually did. Perhaps it was a measure of respect for the other brown, since strength and decisiveness were qualities that Khunoth respected most in other dragons. Whatever the case was, he maneuvered away from the others as quickly as his bulk would allow, and took to the air, shadowing the progress of those with his rider and the other girl who had fallen ill. Likely, had he known that the other dragons had even considered trying to use a metallic dragon to subdue him, he would have raged further out of control, even with Gh'lan's interference.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 6:45 pm
T'ka did as she was told, laying Gh'lan carefully down on the bed, tenderly, almost. She took a step back, biting her lip a little as she looked him over. She wasn't experienced with this sort of thing. At all. So she would listen to the healer, who seemed to know what he was doing. Fluids, fluids...where? She didn't have anything on her, and she'd left the wine flask back in the stands...would someone around here have something? And did he say strip him? That hopefully just meant a shirt or something, right? T'ka respected privacy in others, demanded it for herself. Gh'lan's trying to grab the 'flask' earlier was excusable because of his sickness, though the thought still burned an embarassing red hot in the back of her mind.
<>
<> she remarked. Were it any other dragon that accused her of being a 'silly green', Haanyath would have pitched a fit. But it was Khunoth. She knew that he liked to tease her on accord of her color. Just as she liked to tease him. His anger wasn't any bother to her either. If he was mad, rather he be angry at her than the people on the sands. Rather she just smirked and took wing after her larger brother. She was sorely tempted to tease him a bit, but...she would refrain, seeing as His was ill and all. She would let him have it later though. She followed leisurely after Khunoth, giving him plenty of room. He seemed pretty upset.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 8:01 am
Kallista glared at E'rik, though she knew his remark to be in jest. She looked around the Infirmary and realized that more than half the beds were filled up. Sticking her tongue out at the brown rider, she replied a little worriedly. "I doubt itchy scalps is the greatest of our worries right now. Not with the beds filling up."
She watched as another Healer came up and started attending to Kyllae. She did not know the girl very well other than the fact that she was T'ka's cousin. And enjoyed getting herself into situations. By now, Kallista's heart rate had slowed down from all the excitement and she was wondering how to escape from the Infirmary. But she didn't want to seem like a bad friend and rider and just leave. "Besides, without Astar and I, I am sure your life would be a lot more dull."
Astarteth did not mind watching Haanyath and Daramulath control Khunoth. When the brown was told to leave to move closer to the Healers and his rider, she was very relieved. The petite green followed behind and settled closer to her rider as well. Is Khunoth's going to awaken soon? Are the Healer's helping?
The Healer Man, whose name had not yet been given, had a cool clothe and placed it on Gh'lan's head. He had a strange looking bottle. When he opened it, it smelled strongly. Lifting Gh'lan's head up a little, he waved the bottle underneath the rider's nose and then placed his head back down. Another in healer clothes came up with a spoon and a different bottle. The Healer Man waited to see if Gh'lan responded to the strong smell before he did anything else.
I think they are trying to wake him up. It's not a good idea to have a brown upset and unable to reach his own. I want to get out of here. Kallista replied to her green.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 10:38 am
Ironically, Gh'lan reacted rather well to the strong smelling bottle... if his eyes flying open and one giant muscle contraction could be construed as well. Well, muscle cramps were better then comas, even if the brownrider appeared groggy and was still feverish. Without thinking about it, he reached out for Khunoth mentally, who (predictably) responded with a jubilant bugle.
"Ug... he never was consider..ate....ach!" The former starsmith muttered, wincing from the new pain between his ears halfway through. He wasn't sure where he was or who was with him, but he did sense the presence of a great many others, along with the distinctly sterile smell he'd associated with Florian's work in the infirmary. Ah. Infirmary. Seemed like a good guess of where he was, if he'd seen someone fall ill he'd have brought'em there... here.. whatever.. too. Infirmary was a good place to treat sick people, yes it was... Shards was he sick?
Gh'lan is still not well...but I am glad he is awake. Khunoth rumbled to Haanyath and the rest. He'd found a good ledge near the floor of the Weyrbowl outside the entrance to the Lower Caverns. It was the closest he could get to the human treatment area without being in the way, but with Gh'lan awake now, he didn't have a problem with being unable to see his rider. The human's thought patterns were a little dizzying to the brown, who had grown accustomed to Gh'lan's usual careful logic, but he managed well enough. Daramulath, Astarteth, Haanyath, please thank your riders from my rider. He is fond of saying such things, but I do not think he will remember to say so now.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 5:47 am
Daramulath watched his brown clutchmate take to the air. He would not have tried to stop him from following his rider's progress to the infirmary. That wasn't likely to distress the profusion of humans milling about. He followed his clutchmates at a slight distance, settling into a perch after the others landed. He used the extra time to think about what had passed with his brother. If it had been his E'rik who was ill, he wasn't sure what he would have done. Though he would not have considered Khunoth's tactics, he would have been every bit as anxious and impatient.
As he landed he said on a private level to Khunoth, I'm sorry your Gh'lan is not well, and I'm sorry I opposed you before. Your concern was with your rider, as it should be.
E'rik, meanwhile, was a little confused by Kallista's glare. He hadn't expected his attempt at levity to go over like a lead balloon. Usually people appreciated his humor. He knew the situation was serious, and that people didn't just collapse like that in the ordinary course of things. Of course he was worried about Gh'lan and Kyllae. He was also a little concerned by the heat suffusing his face and his lightheadedness, and he was dealing with it by ignoring it and trying to inject some humor into the situation.
He didn't know why he tried again. This attempt was even worse. "You're absolutely right. We should really be reserving beds for ourselves so that when we eventually collapse we don't have to fight for space." He looked around and added quietly, "The beds are filling up quickly."
Khunoth says his rider's awake. Is he? Dara asked, bringing E'rik's attention back to the more important aspect of the scenario.
Yes. They just used smelling spices to wake him, E'rik replied. He doesn't seem too lucid.
Khunoth's mood seems to have improved. Also, he asked me to thank you on his rider's behalf. E'rik sensed Dara shifting to a more comfortable position, but he did not hear the brown assure Khunoth that E'rik was also sorry for his rider's illness. Just as he had learned to keep Daramulath out of parts of his mind, Dara could exclude him from conversations as he chose.
"How are they?" he asked the Healer.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 4:52 pm
T'ka wasn't as anxious to leave as her roommate was. One of the few people she liked to think a friend, Gh'lan, was here; and then there was Kyllae, who she could prove a little protective of. Unless the healers kicked her out, she'd probably end up spending the night here. She wanted to keep an eye on her charges...even if there wasn't much she could do for them. She sighed and rubbed her forehead, staring first at the seemingly concious form of Gh'lan, then over at the bed where Kyllae was resting. Hopefully the sickness would only prove minor...though fainting didn't seem minor. T'ka tried to remain optimistic.
She nearly jumped when Gh'lan spore. As it was those, she was a rather composed individual, and merely immediately involved the whole of her attention with him. She knelt by the bed, looking him over. "You shouldn't speak if it taxes you so. Rest. You're in good care." Although his being passed out before...did that count as resting? It was necessary to wake him so that he could calm Khunoth, but now that the brown was soothed...wasn't it best for him to rest? Surely he was exhausted?
As it was, T'ka was so involved with her worry and Gh'lan that she paid little attention to anything E'rik or Kallista were saying. Any jokes or comments she would have tolerated, but it was not in her disposition to laugh, especially not at a time like this. <> Haanyath stated. The green was very pleased with her rider's sensibility. She knew there was a reason she had choosen T'ka.
Haanyath, not normally quite so outgoing in terms of being friendly or showing any sort of affection, at all, swooped down, perching precariously on the edge of the same ledge that Khunoth rested on. She looked him straight in the eye, having to crane her neck to do so, but after staring for a moment, she leaned forward, giving Khunoth's cheek a short but sweet nuzzle, and then dove off the ledge, in case Khunoth decided he didn't appreciate how much went into the gesture. She took a ledge near the top of the Weyrbowl, not caring to be near the commotion or noise, and enjoy rather the blossoming starlight, cold, and quiet. <>
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:35 pm
The Healer Man was nodded to himself. He took the spoon and bottle from his companion and moved forward. He waited until Gh'lan had stopped moving around before getting any closer. Once the young rider had settled, the Healer used to dealing with all sorts of patients, simply walked up and pinched the boy's arm. When Gh'lan opened his mouth, he shoved the spoon full of bitter medicine into his mouth.
"There we go. That should help break the fever. Now where's the other you brought?" He looked around, spotted Kellae and went over to start looking her over.
Kallista chuckled when E'rik mentioned picking out sick beds for themselves. It wasn't that she was upset with him or anything but the whole situation was a little unnerving. She had never seen so many sick at once. Rubbing her palms against her sides, she looked over at her friend. "Hopefully, we won't have to share a bed the way they are filling up. I bet you are the type to hog the furs. "
She hoped he realized her comment was jesting. Watching the healer with Gh'lan, Kallista almost wanted to cheer when the other brown rider began to stir and move about, making noises.
Khunoth extends his thanks to you for your help with his. Astarteth reported to her rider. She watched Haanyath offer a nuzzle to the brown and then head up to the heights of the Bowl. She stayed, preferring to be close to her rider. That was kind of you Haanyath. Are you getting soft?
She looked at both browns. Her time was coming soon. Astarteth was aware of this and was looking over any browns and bronzes with extra interest. You did good not to overreact. Your rider would not like you to upset others once he is awake.
"The dragons seemed to have calmed down. That is a good sign, indeed." Kallista told E'rik, though she was sure he knew that as well. Her nerves were playing up. Still uncomfortable but unwilling to leave her friends, she stopped a drudge who was holding a pitcher of water. "A drink, please? You too, E'rik?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 5:52 pm
Khunoth had been in the process of bespeaking Daramulath when Haanyath landed. Puzzled by the unusual behavior in the green, he merely blinked at her up until the moment she nuzzled his cheek.
Perhaps it was a sign that Khunoth was more tired then he wanted to let on, worried as he was about Gh'lan, or perhaps he wasn't as blustery as he would want others to believe... but he neither snarled nor appeared to disapprove of Haanyath's brief affection. If anything, he accepted it as a matter of course when dealing with Green Dragons...though it was a bit unusual for Haanyath. Huffing to himself, he rumbled deep in his chest and turned his head to peer up where Haanyath had eventually landed. I will not fret. He replied, looking as if he was about to add more.. before abruptly reconsidering and once again directing his thoughts to Daramulath. He would sleep on the implications, and ask his rider later..,
Thank you Daramulath, for many things. The paler brown replied to his larger clutchmate, debating internally with his pride and the vague notion that he should thank Daramulath for opposing his temper as he had. Khunoth knew he wouldn't have done anything to hurt anyone intentionally, but the the finer aspects of human fear eluded the brown. Then, it also appeared that he didn;t know as much as he thought he did... as Astarteth's added comment (and the implications) sunk in. Agreed. Astarteth. Well, that was a close as he was going to get...
Gh'lan, meanwhile, was behaving himself in the presence of the Healer... or at least he thought he was. Then again, he also thought the walls were swimming... damn those walls. Blinking furiously to clear his vision, he focused on T'ka, who had replaced the Healer in proximity. The effects of the bitter spoonful hadn't begun to take full effect, so it was safe to say that his body was one giant fever-ache at the moment... and he felt quite miserable along with being slightly tipsy. "Y'know.... I never was good at holding wine..." He said to his friend, a vague memory surfacing of the Stands and a wineskin.
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