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 Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 10:49 pm
An Infirmary was not simply a place for sick people to go to. Most non-Healers were unaware of the... undercurrents of the place. It was all a delicate balance of power. High stress situations always created a sort of hot-house for emotions, one that Cordel was no stranger to. Half the Healers hated the other half, some Apprentices downright refused to work with each other on account of what their Master had said about someone else, and they were all half dead from exhaustion anyway. Yes, Cordel knew this world well. He just ignored it all.
But even he got uncomfortable around certain individuals. For him, it was mindhealers. Oh, he respected the mind and its abilities. There wasn’t a medicine in the world that could save someone who wanted to die and the will to live could conquer mountains. But mindhealing was not something he could understand. Shaffit, he wasn’t a mindhealer. He was just a… a healer. It wasn’t something he could understand, which probably explained his dislike.
Yet, there were some places that he had to go to do his sharding job and, since the mindhealer wasn’t coming to him, he’d have to go to the sharding mindhealer. Scowling as usual, Cordel knocked on the door and tried to keep Tribble calm. The curious firelizard, normally content to stay on her master’s shoulder, kept trying to creep down his arm and into the bag he was carrying. Oh, she could smell the treats in there! They were for her, riiiight? It wasn’t like Cordel had another firelizard somewhere.
“Leave it, Tribble! That’s not for you!” Cordel knocked on the office door again, this time a bit more insistently. This was his general approach to things. If doing it once didn’t help, try it again, but more loudly. “Mindhealer Chavel? Are you in right now?”
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 6:49 pm
"Oh, Pavo, what am I going to with you?..."
To call Chavel a worried mother hen was the understatement of the Pernese century-- and that was putting it lightly, too. For some evenings now, the mindhealer had fallen into a kind of restless nightly fretting ritual, back pressed against the failing of his tooth-chewed chair and brows knitted tighter than the chained stitching of a crochet master.
The little flitt in question, of course, was (as always) acting far less concerned than his bonded, resting on the wherry-down pillow at the center of the desktop he'd been provided and just sort of sitting there as his wings were stretched, and his legs were stretched, and his partly-mended flesh tweezed over with the lightest of fingertips.
It was hardly in Chavel's nature to worry so, but there was just something about one's own child being injured that struck him to the core, and even a good sevenday after the fact, his anxiety had yet to lessen. In fact, if anything, it had gotten worse as wounds proved sluggish to close.
And of course the egg's sudden hatching barely two hours prior only added another layer of stress to his nightly consideration, regardless of the hatchling's relatively peaceful demeanor. 'Sig' (as he'd been dubbed in the mindhealer's haste) had been more than happy to pass out on his shoulder once that tiny stomach was filled with meaty goods, and there'd not been a stir since.
Tolo, who had been granted a pillow of his own on one of the bookshelves (better to pre-emptively placate any jealousy now than deal with it later) clearly didn't know just what to think of the new arrival yet, but he'd made his sour mood obvious with a creel and a good snap at Chav's ear when his opinions were asked.
Hmph, how dare his bonded not pay attention to him as much! He deserved it more! He wanted to be oiled and groomed and belly-rubbed!
"Hmm?" But it seemed that the office was about to become a little fuller still, as someone announced themselves on the other side of the door. Instantly Chavel straightened and composed himself, chiding the bronze softly when he hissed and clearing his throat out. "Oh yes, of course-- and please, do come in. I've no urgent business at this hour."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 7:05 pm
Well, at least this Mindhealer didn’t let others stand about waiting, Cordel grudgingly admitted. Neither did he. As soon as he got the answer he wanted----and, honestly, he would have been out there all night waiting for the ‘right’ answer----the Healer moved into the room in a flurry of annoyance and flitters. Or one flitter. But Tribble was trying her best to be in two places at once right about now. “Evening, Mindhealer Chavel. I’m Journeyman Dragonhealer Cordel. I’m here to take a look at your firelizard.”
He didn’t ask permission. He just simply stated his purpose, assuming that Chavel wouldn’t really mind his help. Or, if he did mind, at least the mindhealer ought to keep quiet about it. “I’ve heard that he was injured by a tunnelsnake. Nasty stuff, tunnelsnake bites. How has he been doing?” Moving closer to the injured firelizard, Cordel did his best to assess the situation without actually touching him. One hand disappeared into the bag, trying to find the treats he had dropped in there earlier.
Tribble had mixed feelings about this situation. On one hand, there were firelizard treats. If she just ran down Cordel’s arm, she knew, she could get them long before he did. But on the other hand---haha, shoulder----the shoulder was safe! She trilled quietly before darting to hide under Cordel’s collar, leaving only her long tail as evidence that she was there at all. Well, that and the lump of her body, but she operated on the simple mechanism: if she couldn’t see others, they couldn’t see her either.
“And that’s Tribble. Don’t mind her. She’s harmless.” Although, after taking a glimpse around the mindhealer’s office, it was pretty obvious that Chavel liked firelizards. One more wouldn’t hurt the situation, especially one as quiet and gentle as Tribble.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 7:25 pm
... Certainly not the type for idle conversation, the mindhealer's analytic inner-monologue noted, but he smartly avoided any comment on that particular note and just nodded, stiffly, upon Cordel's entry.
"Good evening to you as well, Journeyman Dragonhealer Cordel," he mirrored,"...and Tribble." There was even a particular nod at the little green, who naturally won him over in an instant despite his inner turmoil. Who could resist such an adorable green like that? No one with a heart, that was who!
Nevermind that, though. "He's been... well... The incident was roughly a sevenday ago, and he's not really flown since. Glided a bit from the bookshelf to my desk--" This prompted a little gesture back to the shelf in question, and got a whining hiss from the bronze currently occupying it, which (much to his secret grief) was ignored. "-- But no real flapping flight. He keeps telling me how sore it is whenever I touch it... Here, Pavo, show him."
An ever-so-light touch on the back (and perhaps some harmless mental cooing) prompted the little blue, with dull-eyed compliance, to stretch his wing out, allowing Chavel to grasp it between his thumb and forefinger at the membrane and present 'it' (which was codeword for a for a solid laceration right in the 'palm') for Cordel to see, squeaking in a hoarse tone.
"And he's not one to bite, I promise," he added, with an almost weary smile. "Tolo does that enough for the both of them."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 7:38 pm
Cordel nodded at the words, as if he had expected them. Actually, it was better than he expected, much to his relief. He removed a few small bottles from his bag, carefully putting them on the desk for later use (or soon use, anyway) along with some clean cloths. “How has he been eating? Has he been eating less? Drinking enough lately?”
Speaking of food… despite Chavel’s words, Cordel knew that even the tamest flit would bite at an unfamiliar hand poking a hurty place. His right hand disappeared into the satchel again, this time coming out with a bit of dried fish. Whistling softly to the injured firelizard, he offered the little treat, hoping to at least distract him for the moment. “You know, it’s not as bad as it could be. I’m surprised he can even glide, but that bodes well for his future. It’s possible that his flying will be impeded by this, though. Membranes don’t always heal up well…”
Ohh, Tribble didn’t like that nasty hissing noise from the big Bronze. She peeked out under her human’s collar in a terrified way before trying to cuddle closer to Cordel’s neck. But… but she could smell that fish. And not only that, but she could smell an injury. Peeping softly, she snuck a look over at Pavo. Did he need help? He looked like he needed help. The green looked from Chavel to Pavo several times before slowing climbing down the man’s arm so she could sit nearby Pavo and coo at him a bit.
“Good girl, Tribble…” for that, she got a little treat. Back to Chavel, the Healer went on. “Right.” He gingerly took a hold of Pavo’s wing so he could take a better look at the wound. The ichor around it had dried, which was good. It wouldn’t need stitches, thankfully. “Open up the brown jar, will you? It’s just numbweed salve. I’ll need to put that down first to take away the pain.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 8:03 pm
"His appetite's remained fair." Matching stuffy bare-bones chatter for stuffy bare-bones chatter. Normally, Chavel would have probably started rambling right then, but not now-- not while his baby was getting treatment. "I've been bringing him leftovers from the dining hall regularly and hand-feeding him... He seems to be developing quite the love affair with roast wherry-- ..."
But no, he'd almost slipped there. Almost. How dreadful of him, inwardly scolding his own failed attentions so strongly, in fact, that the tiny new hatchling by his collar actually whimpered in his sleep, digging tiny brown forepaws into the mindhealer's shirt and chewing on a corner of it like some homemade pacifier.
Tolo's little bronze chest had actually puffed out at the sight of the trembling green, too. Ha! That'd show her for-- hey, wait, now she was ignoring him again and paying attention to Pavo instead! Had firelizards been capable of it, he would've pouted right then, but just settled for turning his back on the group and curling up to sulk at the back of the shelf instead. Hmph!
"But I'm glad to hear that," Chav digressed (forcibly), glancing up at the healer briefly before he dropped his gaze back to Pavo, "or most of it, anyway. So long as he's not in pain once it heals..."
Speaking of Pavo, the blue had actually perked up a touch when he heard a foreign trill, eyes turning from grayish blue to a bluey-green instead and, as Tribble clambored down to join him, gingerly inclined his head towards her to try and 'coo' (albeit a bit less cutely, and more... under-the-weatherishly) at her. Who was she? She seemed nice a-- oh! Look, her person had offered him something that looked wonderfully tasty.
As gently as any flitt could, he took the little fish by its tail, but didn't wolf it down immediately. No, he just sort of held it there in his mouth to chew on, like a distracted mutt with a tennis ball, and kept on staring at his new company.
He was so distractd, in fact, that he barely seemed to notice when his wing switched hands and Chavel went to fighting with that jar lid.
"She's a lovely creature, by the way," he added, pre-empting the little pop! of the thing finally giving in to his (not so) brutish strength. "Where did you manage to pick her up?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 8:27 pm
“Wherry is the best thing for him right about now, actually. He has good instincts about that at least. Light foods would be best for him right now an…” he trailed off there, hearing a very quiet peep that he was sharding certain didn’t come from Tribble. After glancing around the room like someone watching a ping-pong match, Cordel’s gaze eventually fell on the tiny firelizard curled up in Chavel’s collar. “You’re amassing quite the collection here. They’re awfully cute at that stage.” And then the Healer smiled, a fact that required a moment all to itself. “Anyway, as I was saying… light foods are best for his stomach right now.”
Gently as he could, Cordel ran his fingers along the injured wing, feeling for any broken or fractured bones. They all felt alright, which was a relief. Little Pavo was very lucky to get away with only a few scratches. “He’ll have a scar for life, if I’m any judge, but it should heal up fine so long as he doesn’t get an infection. Go on, sweetheart. Eat the food. It’s good for you.” Clearly, the last part was geared towards Pavo, especially since it was difficult to imagine Cordel calling anyone ‘sweetheart’, let alone a man he just met.
Cordel went on a search for yet another jar soon enough. As it was opened, the smell of redwort permeated the air, smelling mostly of medicine with something bitter at the very back of the scent. The Healer rubbed some on his hands before taking the opened jar of numbweed and gently spreading some on Pavo’s injured wing. “There’s a good boy. Just keep talking to Tribble. What? Oh.” For the first time, Cordel actually hesitated. “She was a present. From a friend.”
Awww… Tribble whistled sadly at Pavo before edging closer. Since the blue showed absolutely no signs of violence----or even moving, really---she felt safe enough to remain next to him and even nuzzle him a little. He was so much better than the noisy Bronze; honestly, what was with those big boys? Always making racket, they were! But that was besides the point.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 9:32 pm
"... Oh, he's just precious," Chavel (who hadn't missed that lapse of stoicism) was swift to agree with the commentary over Sig who, even in his sleep, seemed to be putting on a show of kneading and curling darling enough to break the Cute-o-Meter right then and there. "Nothing but a stomach with legs right now, but I can already feel how sweet he is. Mellowest hatchling I've ever dealt with, that's for certain."
What, so even Pavo had been more energetic in his first hours? Seeing the little blue as he was, perched on that pillow with stiff joints and sluggishly whirling eyes, it was difficult to believe.
Speaking of, the flit seemed to snap out of his 'daze' just moments after he was addressed, obviously not comprehending the speech, per se... but getting the feeling that, oh yes, the human had mentioned his food again, and suddenly his little stomach was wanting for it, and there would be no harm in gobbling it down while the funnygreasynumbstuff got smeared all over him.
It was a tasty fish, too, tasty and not the usual kind His brought him, which stirred a little more color in his eyes and got a gargly tril-- ... but he stopped in the middle of it because the green had scooted over to him, and took another few seconds to stare at her curiously, tilted his head to one side, and dropped the half-eaten morsel to nuzzle right back.
She was like a notfurry kitten-- not that he'd even seen a furry kitten to know what a kitten was in the first place, but the rubby thing? He liked that. Tolo never did that because he was just a sourpuss who didn't like that. But no, he looooovedthat lots.
"... Quite the present." Watching them, Chavel's weary smile couldn't help but spread a little; Pavo seemed rather delighted by this kindred spirit, which could only do him good while he was so black and bruised (and having those bruises messed with). "And she seems so well-mannered, too... Did you train her yourself, or?..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 10:14 pm
Cordel arched one eyebrow and couldn’t help but make a comment, “By my reckoning, if he gets any more mellow, he’ll be unconscious. Well, at least he’s healthy and the Bronze up there looks fairly healthy as well. There’s something strangely… familiar about him, though. Where did you get him?” The Healer couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he could have sworn he had seen a similar Bronze around… oh well. It didn’t matter, especially not with healing at hand.
“Good boy, Pavo. Go on, eat it up. It’s good for you,” he said to the firelizard, scratching Pavo’s eyeridges on occasion. There wasn’t a lizard in the world who didn’t like that. Or, if there was one out there in the world, it probably wasn’t this little Blue, right? Tribble’s charm was in fine form tonight too, much to Cordel’s relief. It really did do the girl some good to go out and meet new firelizards.
“Prrprprrrprrrpprrrp…” Tribble’s happy noise was a strange one, more of a vibration than an actual noise. Why, it almost sounded like a Feline purring, only in a much smaller, far tamer, and, above all, much safer package. With wings. Oh, she liked this one! He was nice and quiet and didn’t make any sudden moves. And he nuzzled her back! What a gentleman!
“Yes, I trained her myself. She’s always been such a quiet firelizard and she likes to help others, provided they don’t make her panic too much. In cases like this, I find she’s helpful at keeping others calm.” Unknown to Cordel, he was actually using a similar system to Chavel. Only, where the mindhealer used his firelizards to keep his human patients calm, Cordel could use Tribble only for a select number of cases. ‘She was hatched in the Infirmary and spends nearly all of her time with me. We can’t have untrained lizards in the Infirmary, knocking everything over.”
Once he was done applying the numbweed---Cordel was fairly generous with the stuff, since too much wouldn’t do any harm---the Healer took out a small poultice that smelled strongly of a clean, medicinal scent. “Mosstea,” he explained for the sake of Chavel. “It’ll keep infection away.”
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 1:39 pm
"Hmm? Oh... I won him, actually, just after Cheoth's last clutch impressed." But how did one win a firelizard, exactly? Chavel was more than happy to elaborate, and perhaps even Tolo, in turn, could garner a moment to puff and preen over being talked about. "Some strapping young lad-- ... Mal, I think his name was-- seemed to be spearheading a lottery for the clutch his little little bronze sired."
Pavo all the while remained blissfully unaware of his bonded's chatter, distracted, once again, by the fish the green's person seemed to insist on him finishing. WELL THEN... if it was so important to gobble the fish, he'd take a moment to gobble the fish! It was still a very tasty fish, after all, a-- oooh, now there were ridgey scratches!
He didn't know how to purr in that magical way Tribble had mastered, but the little blue could still garble out some dull, pleased trill at it, the very tip of his tail flopping from side to side like some limping lazy dog. Hers was such a nice human, and he had such nice nails, too!
Shards, scritching and cuddle company could make all of the unpleasant ickies go away in no time flat.
"You did a splendid job with her, by the way," Chavel added, briefly withdrawing from the desk to lean back and pilfer some drawer within its interior, pulling out a small pouch of his own... and, of course, whipping out a small, neatly cut piece of what appeared to be jerky (a la wherry, specifically) to offer to the dainty green. No good flitkeeper would ever be without treats of his own. "I'd love to hear your training techniques some time."
He made sure to toss a piece back to the sulky bronze on the bookshelf, too, before Tolo could get out so much as a SKREE of indignation, and tore a third in half to hold before the snout of the new hatchling on his shoulder. Sig was just awake enough to peel his eyes open, yawn, gobble the tidbit happily and then pass out again without a sound.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 5:35 pm
“Hm.” And that was it, at least while Cordel’s mind attempted to find the right file. Mal? The name seemed vaguely familiar… oh yes. Now he remembered. He had come into the Infirmary with that new goldrider, hadn’t he? Of course, she hadn’t been a goldrider back then, she was just another girl. “Well. I always wondered what happened to that clutch, I admit. Watch out for that. I know the Bronze firelizard. Nasty-minded little brute.”
Cordel nodded his approval as Pavo finally gobbled up the rest of the fish. “Good boy,” he commented, giving him another scratch. He carefully smoothed out the edges of the poultice, making sure that it covered the injury completely. Hmm… bandaging would be an issue, he realized. You couldn’t just bandage up a wing like any other limb, but maybe it wasn’t necessary. “Has he been moving very much lately? It would be best for him to relax as much as possible, especially since it’s not possible to put a bandage on his wing.”
Tribble’s initial reaction to Chavel was panic. It was her usual reaction to just about anything new; since it had served her thus well in life, she saw no need to change a winning formula. “Krrri!” she squeaked, hiding behind Pavo as much as possible as the stranger extended a… a… oh wait, it smelled pretty good. “Prrprprrp?” she purred quietly, hoping to placate this man before he decided not to give her anything. Daintily, she accepted the food, holding it between her front paws as she nibbled.
After a few enthusiastic nibbles, she offered the remains to Pavo, instinctively recognizing that he needed the food more than she did.
“She’s pretty quiet and shy. Very easy to train, since she naturally wants to please others. So long as sudden movements are avoided, she’s easy to get along with. I see she’s taken quite a shine to Pavo.” Quite a sweet sight, actually. Cordel wasn’t certain if firelizards had a sense of altruism or not but Tribble was something special. “You know, I have been trying to avoid asking exactly why you have firelizards in your office.”
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 8:37 pm
Nasty-minded little brute, huh? Personally, Chavel found it difficult to believe that any firelizard possessed a genuinely crude demeanor (it always had something to do with miscommunication or poor training, he'd hypothesized), but he smartly reserved himself from any commentary. Sure, Tolo was a bit more of a handful than most-- but he was charming and lovely in his own ways, too! The little dear just required a lot of attention and reining in, that was all.
"He's been more or less sedentary," he responded casually, restraining the delight of his accepted offering to Tribble so as not to upset the darling green and keeping his eyes on Pavo instead. "I don't believe he's gone between even once since it happened either and, as I mentioned earlier, the closest he's gotten to flying would be a glide or two from the bookshelf. Otherwise, I've just been carrying him about with me."
Pavo was still doing his best to stay still while the newer human with good treats fussed over him, but oh, that scritching made it so very difficult; he wanted to roll over and offer his belly for a scratch instead-- if only he wasn't so sore and ouchy and unpleasant all over, he would have!
Good thing Tribble had thought to distract him with that new (and more familiar smelling) treat, though, gargling out a dry, squeaky "krrrrrrr?" sound to try (and fail) mimicking her own, before taking the remains as daintily as he could, and grasping them clumsily in his stiff forepaws to nibble. It was quite the adorable, if not terribly awkward, sight... which only intensified when he wobbled a bit and all but thunked against Tribble's shoulder, immediately dropping the thing to hastily 'right' himself again, with a choked squeak.
"And there's no need for the avoidance," the mindhealer actually chuckled there, perhaps at the firelizard's darling antics, or simply at his own unknown musings. "They're here for my patients-- and myself, of course, but that's just a given. I'm training them to become therapy assistants."
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 9:22 pm
“Good. That’s good… he should move as little as possible while he’s healing and it’ll do him good to stay with his person as much as he can. And try to keep him from going between until he’s fully healed. I have to say, he’s one of the most mellow firelizards I’ve treated. Very calm. You’ve done a good job with training him.” It wasn’t often that Cordel gave out compliments; if he said a firelizard was ‘well-behaved’, then the little creature deserved a medal for patience. As a reward, Pavo got a few more scritches and another offering of fish. “There’s a good boy.”
Man, people were just giving Pavo food left and right, weren’t they? Or maybe that was how Tribble picked up the habit of trying to feed others. She simply saw Cordel doing it and assumed she ought to do the same thing. “Alright, he’ll need the poultice changed once a day for the next five days. By then, it should be mostly healed. And rub some numbweed on it whenever he’s in pain, only be careful not to use your bare fingers if you can, unless you’ve got some redwort too. Otherwise your hands will just go numb. Has he been drinking? He sounds a little hoarse…”
Right, water. Cordel had water somewhere, right? After a bit of rummaging, he pulled out a small bowl and a waterskin. He poured out some of the cold water into the bowl and offered it to Pavo, just in case. Yep. Poor little guy… everyone just wanted to feed him something, didn’t they?
“Therapy? What do you mean?” See? This was why mindhealers made him uneasy. They always had some sort of trick, just waiting to trip people up and try to analyze minds. Even the most innocuous question became a test of some sort and the Healer hated that.
“Prrprrp?” Tribble nuzzled the Blue firelizard again when he bumped into her, as if trying to let him know that there were no hard feelings. When she thought he could handle himself, she grabbed the treat and offered it to him, again. Although, with everything else… she sniffed the water and took a few sips herself before refocusing on Pavo. “Trrp?”
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 10:55 pm
"Will do, my good Sir." Not that Chav had planned on letting his poor baby flash between or flail about in the meanwhile anyway, but hearing the encouragement from a more professional figure was comforting none the less in reassuring him that, yes, he was doing right as a flit Mommy. "And I really can only boast so much there, you know. He hatched pleasant; I just taught him a little Weyr etiquette..."
As if to prove this, Pavo, finally more or less 'stable' again (and even resisting the urge to flare his wings out for balance; they'd hurt if he did, and he'd deck a certain little green), gingerly accepted the fish by its little tail and proceeding to (attemptively) gobble it down-- ... until he was distracted by nuzzling a split second later.
It looked like he hadn't jostled her too much; good, good! And she was offering his other treat again, which he DID courteously try to take (even if it made his mouth fuller than a labrador with four tennis balls) and drinking from that little cup Hers magically whipped out to fill with watery stuff, which just reminded him that, oh yes, it had been a little while since he had something wet in his mouth! The fish was dropped (... IN the cup, actually, as it happened to be the most convenient place to put it), and, following Tribble's lead, he trilled roughly and leaned in to take a tentative sip.
"It's only been a candlemark or two, I think," Chav answered, albeit a little delayed. "He was resting until just a while ago, so I hadn't given him anything on my own yet..." Though now with his 'appetite wetted' (so to speak), Pavo was shoving his whole nose in the cup to gurgle big swallows down until little beads dribbled off his muzzle, and he pulled out to make a far smoother, more cheerful sound.
"Trrp?..." Look, look, he'd learned her sounds! Or was learning. That was a cheerful sound, and he very much liked it, seeming quite proud of himself and repeating it all over again, a little louder (though it was still feeble). "Trrrrrrrp!"
"Well, sounds like that just did you a world of good," the mindhealer mused, before promptly seeming to remember something-- a rather important question-- and making a little 'O' face. "Ah, I just passed that off entirely, didn't I? I meant therapy as... well, just that, actually; firelizards tend to have a tranquilizing effect on people, you know-- at least, when reared properly. It helps them relax a bit, feel less stressed about the day, forget the stigmas of having some strange mad man tweezing their mind apart to fix a 'problem' they supposedly have... you know, that sort of thing."
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