[Metaplot - Threadfall] Post Fall, Silence of Oblivion

[SkieBorne]

There was tension in the air, nervousness as the dragons had
raced from their homes to rout the Holdess or intercept the arrogant Malvren
riders… and then silence. Nobody knew what happened and some feared it
had come to aerial blows… that they had lost their delegations.

The truth was far worse.

OOC Instructions: This is the thread for the post-fall reactions Weyr-side.
The setting is the HOME WEYR of the riders.

Those who are present are the Candidates, Weyrlings, riders who did not go
and Queenriders. When the dragons return, it is these individuals who will
tend to the injured.

Tending Injuries

To tend to the injured
1) Roll 1d10:
1-3 botches, you do more harm than good
4-7 mediocre, your ministrations are emergency and help mildly
7-10 moderate, your ministrations relieve some of the pain of the injuries

 

[Dizzy_Kat]

Dizzian stood at the door of the her own weyr that she shared with her parents, her eyes glued to the sky. At the first keening of the dragons the Weyr had known something was terribly wrong. There was panic as people speculated and jumped to conclusions about what had happened. A shiver moved down her spine that had nothing to do with the warm tropical air. The mourning keen continued and yet as far as Dizz knew, there was no word from the front lines as to why.

She left the barracks to search out her mother. The woman would be collecting bandages and helping the weyr staff prepare for the worst. Dizz felt the need to DO something rather than stand around and wait.  

[Mortane]

Niyx had been in the middle of chores when the mourning keen began. It was a high sharp pitched heart tearing sound one that made the usually musing candidate look up at the dragon perches tears pricking her eyes. Rumors were flying, and the weyrfolk scurried about to prepare for the worst. A few of the healers were setting up supplies and finishing her current task Niyx moved to assist them.

"Where do you need me?" She asked with a bright reassuring harper smile that was tinted by the solemnity of these events. The healer she'd caught paused for a moment blinking at her before pointing her to where some others were filling up buckets with fresh water and setting aside clean rags. Niyx let her smile fade and gave a nod of thanks before moving to grab a couple of empty buckets and fill them. She was a little slower then the others, more accustomed to writing then hauling, but her longer legs allowed her to a bit faster going back and forth from the two stations as many times as she could until she was sent off to help with some other task.  

[SilverShieldwolf]

Mine! We are needed...Well you are needed. Injuries incoming. That was S'kiro's warning before the keening started in. His flits on his shoulders were so loud that he had to shoo them away so he could do what needed to be done. He glanced about on his way to the rest of the healers. He seen the candidates out and ready. Nodding to a few, the blue rider moved up towards the front. He still helped out when he could, so not to lose those skills, even if it was with animals for the most part. "S'kiro here to help when and where needed. The flits will help and so will Neptanth."  

[Kyrieko]

Narisamine. We are needed.

Hearing the strange tone in the usually honey-warm tones of her dragon was her first clue something was not right. The second was the keening. Narisa quickly scrambled off her bed, where she'd been writing in her journal, and ran to her dragon. The gold was waiting, eyes a mixture of yellow, white, and red. And it wasn't just Cephie that keened.

"What happened?!" She asked, heart pounding as she stopped to look up at her dragon. "Cepheith?"

Injuries incoming. There has been heavy loss today. Cepheith lowered her head to gently nudge her rider. She could feel that Narisa still didn't fully understand. Thread, mine. It has fallen.

Narisa felt her face pale, hand freezing where it rested against Cepheith's hide. Thread? She couldn't even begin to fathom this. Thread had fallen? Really? What did that mean? What were they supposed to do? Oh shards was she really ready to deal with this? Could she handle this? Thread. Her chest felt tight, eyes wide as she stared out towards the candidates she could now make out preparing for the injured. What? What could she do? Her talents lied in brewing! Not healing.

Cepheith nudged her a little harder, causing the goldrider to stumble. Looking up, Narisa forced herself to calm down and think clearly. To not panic when the Weyr needed all the help it could get.

"Okay. Okay, we're going to help. Cepheith, you'll need to help any dragons that can't move easily on their own. And don't let them panic." Throwing on a jacket while she spoke, Narisa ran from their weyr, Cepheith hot on her heels.

"We're here to help. I'll assist where extra hands are needed. Cepheith can help with dragons." She said as they approached those preparing themselves for the injured about to come to them.  

[Meepfur]

Once he'd confirmed that his impromptu 'wingmates' were well enough to find their way home, Pipith had jumped between, and they appeared in the skies over the Weyr moments later. He circled down to land carefully, where preparations were already being made to receive the injured. They knew, of course. They had felt the deaths.

Cepheith. He singled out the young gold immediately, speaking to her even as His dismounted. It is bad. We are not, but there is worse coming. Much worse. His eyes swirled with gray and white and a hint of yellow, and he turned his head to gently nudge Set'al.

The former Runner leaned against his dragon, looking numb. His leg hurt where it had been scored, but Pipith was right - it was nothing that couldn't be recovered from, not like the dragons and riders who would never fly again...

Set'al shuddered.  

[Kyrieko]

The gold's head swiveled around until she spotted the smaller bronze. She looked him over critically, making sure he was as alright as he assured. Cepheith didn't like this at all. Their dragons were hurt! Some would not return. Pipith. You and Yours are alright? Mine can help Yours. Her tail lashed behind her as she lowered her head to nudge her rider.

Narisa felt a moment of heart-stopping panic when she spotted the growingly familiar bronze pair. Oh shaffit! Were they alright? Was Pipith hurt? Was Set'al hurt?! She didn't need much convincement from Cepheith to quickly head towards the pair.

"A-Are you two alright?" Okay, so she was still trying to get control of her emotions right now. She knew she needed to be strong, but...her mind feared what was coming their way. "Can I do anything to help either of you?"

Cepheith graced Pipith with a small show of affection, gently nuzzling the bronze. She felt the fear and pain but also anger at not being able to do anything about that fear and pain. I am glad you and yours are not so badly injured. She spoke to Pipith before addressing everyone instead of making her rider shout about. It was just easier and got things done quickly.

To everyone, They come. It is bad. All must be prepared. She gave her warning, tilting her head up towards the sky.  

[Meepfur]

It is nothing that can't wait, Pipith was quick to assure Cepheith, while at the same time happening to position himself in such a way that she would be able to see his (minor) injuries. While he wanted to be fussed over eventually, he needed to look sufficiently tough first. Even in the wake of tragedy and pain, he was thinking about his image. The effort should be saved for those in greater need. Still, the attention from the gold was quite welcome, and her recognition soothing in and of itself. He returned the nuzzle lightly, shifting his wings.

Set'al didn't respond immediately, until a mental nudge from his dragon brought him back to awareness. Narisa. Right. Leave it to Pipith to bring the junior gold pair over. Not that he minded, he'd grown to like the two, but it was very typically Pipith. "He's right, it's not that bad. But if you've got a moment, I won't turn down the help."

He wasn't as stalwartly insistent on being tough as his other half, and the pain in his left leg where Thread had laced across his thigh was becoming harder to ignore.  

[Kyrieko]

((Narisa is 'attempting' to assist Set'al....and apologizes in advance |D;; ))

She did indeed inspect the injuries on her bronze counterpart, small grumbling noises escaping as her eyes flickered with more bits of red in the pale yellow. Cepheith was not happy at all seeing one of her dragons (yes they were considered 'her' dragons, though not possessively so)! But it was good to know that some of them would be back to action quickly. Though the gold knew it wouldn't be as many as she would have liked.

She shifted her weight from foot to foot, like an antsy runner after nuzzles were exchanged. I shall require your strength and assistance with our smaller dragons, then. Cepheith said after a moment, regarding Pipith. She was not making any hits against the bronzes size. The gold merely had no desire to risk further injury to the minor ones he had. Not when she herself could help the larger dragons or call in those that had not gone with the group before. We must not let them struggle or lose themselves in pain when they arrive.

Narisa's hands kept clenching and unclenching as she scanned the pair of them. And kept looking over her shoulder to see if any other dragons and riders had returned. She knew she could be stronger than this! But oh shaaards was she terrified of learning who would return...and who would not. Thankfully, Cepheith still (and always) had her head about her, reminding her of what they could do now.

"Not that bad?" She gave Set'al a look. One that was not going to allow for argument. "You were injured. That's bad enough!" But she was not a healer. Doesn't mean I can't try. And she knew basic stuff by now. "Here, sit next to Pipith and I'll see what I can do." She offered a small smile, though her heart started pounding again. Shards, what if she made it worse? Best not to think on that either. Making sure they would not disappear on her (a foolish thought), Narisa left Cepheith to watch the bronze boys while she grabbed a few supplies for treating the injury. When she returned, Narisa knelt down to very carefully tend to the threadscore. She just hoped Set'al didn't notice how much her hands shook in the process.

You will be fine, mine. Just relax. Right. Easier said then done.  

[Mortane]

(Temp. I guess if no one minds I'll get the ball rolling on the surviving NPC's coming back.)

Soon enough those dragons who could fly unassisted appeared in the sky filling the air with dragons though far less then had taken off only that morning. Frowning Niyx stared down at the bundle of bandages and a pot of numbweed that had been shoved into her shaking hands. Oh no? They wanted her to try to heal? Oh this was not going to end well. . .

Trying to scrape up her courage and pride Niyx approached a small green dragon and rider who appeared less injured then a few of the others with just a scant bit of thread score across the tail. Nodding to the green rider Niyx did her best to keep on a brave face as she approached the injured dragon. "Don't worry everything will be all right." The girl soothed with a brave smile turning her back to them to hide the frown of confusion and worry as she eyed the raw thread score.

She managed to at least get the numbweed on the wound and that was about where everything went wrong. If you wanted someone to help you do long mathematical equations, learn odd skills, maybe even talk up a crowd Niyx would have been happy to help you. Niyx was an organizer, a worker, even a leader when needed, but. . .She like most candidates only knew how dragons worked in theory. Oh she knew which muscle more or less connected to which bone from candidate lessons.

Errr, but putting that knowledge to practice was another thing and Niyx apparently couldn't bandage something today for the life of her. Managing to only snarl the bandages too tight and draw a yelp from the green and a glare from her riding making the wound bleed more. "Sorry sorry." The candidate muttered as the rider annoyed with her slow pace finally shooed the girl off to go bother someone else.

Shard it all even if she was doing good with keeping her head and trying to breath through her mouth to keep out the horrible smell of thread charred flesh she was hardly managing to be a help. That didn't stop her from trying to aid and with wounded pride Niyx slunk back to the healer to help ready some more bandages and pots. Deciding she might be more helpful handing the supplies out with a nod and an encouraging smile then attempting to currently aid in the healing efforts.  

[Meepfur]

You will have it, Pipith promised. Since Cepheith was referencing the size of other dragons not including him, and because she was a gold, which meant every dragon outside of her own color classified as 'smaller,' he was unoffended. Besides that, he was eager to be relied upon by a Queen. Thinking, always thinking of his ambitions.

Set'al did as he was told and sat beside his dragon, and when Narisa began tending to his wound, closed his eyes and breathed deeply. It would be fine soon, or at least better... While she worked, he talked to keep his mind off of it. "We never saw it coming. Everyone was too busy arguing to pay attention to anything else. It should never have happened that way."  

[Kyrieko]

I am glad. Cepheith gave a quiet croon of appreciation to the bronze one. She felt confident he'd manage what she asked with no problems. She gave another glance to her rider and Pipith's, silently encouraging Hers along the way and telling her she was doing fine, before looking upwards again. Now all she could do was wait and make sure those dragons blinded by pain didn't hurt themselves even more.

Her shaking hands fumbled once, but thanks to the warmth coming from Cepheith, Narisa managed to do a halfway decent job. Not the best, but at least maybe Set'al's pain would lessen some? Or begin the slow healing process. She paused once, eyes flickering up to his face. Swallowing thickly at the mental image that thought provided, she looked down at her patch job.

"I...I'm glad you and Pipith made it back." Narisa settled on, not knowing what else to really say. But she did mean it. "And I know it's a lot to ask...but try to stay strong." A faint smile appeared. "Cepheith and I will be relying on you and Pipith to help us keep our riders from losing themselves to fear." She stood up, brushing her pants lightly and managing to give Set'al a bigger smile. "It's not a healer's job, but I think your leg will survive for now!"  

[JetAlmeara]

D'lin and Plexith normally would have been among those sent to help look for the hold-less and figure out what was going on...but other duties had gotten in the way and as such it seemed they had been spared participation in this first disastrous fall. Plexith was livid. The bronze dragon was completely inconsolable - he was completely convinced that had he been there half of the weyr's casualties wouldn't have happened..and nothing that D'lin said could convince him otherwise.

Knowing his dragon the way he did D'lin had given up attempting to calm the snorting angry bronze - he'd forget in a little while anyways - and had turned his attention to the returning wounded. He hadn't been there to fly with them but he could certainly help them now. Of course he had little to no actual healing abilities, woe behold the poor pair who let him try to bandage them up, like as not they'd end up worse off then they had been before.

Knowing this D'lin decided he would be better suited in attempting to organize the chaos in the bowl, before long he found himself sorting through the returning riders - ensuring that those who were the worst wounded were seen to first while those who could wait were treated for their pain with copious amounts of numbweed while they did so. It occurred to him that at this rate they would soon use up the stores of numbweed they had and perhaps it might be good to set some of the younger weyrlings to boiling some more.  

[Meepfur]

Set'al was occasionally guilty of a certain amount of obliviousness, but even he could realize how hard this must be, and that just as panicked as everyone caught in the Threadfall had been, everyone here must have been just as afraid, if not more so. Not knowing what had happened or why, only that dragons were dying. And on top of it all, their Weyrwoman was in a coma. It hadn't fully occurred to him until now, but the weight on Narisa's shoulders was huge. She seemed to be carrying it well, so far.

"We will. Whatever you need, just ask...we're here for you." Once she'd finished her work, he stood carefully, and returned her smile with one that was both grateful and encouraging. "That's much better, thank you."

Pipith sent him quiet approval, but he didn't want it. I'm not trying to get close, I'm trying to be nice for its own sake. You should try it sometime.