A Typical Day in the Dragon Infirmary (tags open)
Shai
vain for another body, fingers walked beneath the covers but the other
side was already cool to the touch. Dark eyes opened just long enough
to focus and verify that he was in fact alone.
<< They've already left. >>
A half-whining mumble of disappointment was the dragon's only reply as
tousled black hair disappeared back beneath the furs. It was too
early to face the day.
About five minutes later a pair of winged, snakelike bodies landed on
the pillows and wiggled under the fur as they too sought the warmth of
slumber. Their chilled bodies squirmed against the rider's bare skin,
chittering and cooing with delight.
"AUGH!" The furs flew aside as an arm flailed about in shock and
landed heavily to one side. "Why didn't you go with him today?
Pest!" A bright-green ball uncurled itself from the crook of his neck
with great reluctance as the little firelizard was knocked lightly to
the side by the man's struggles. Another, pale-blue flitter squirmed
upward across his belly and chest. Tiny fingers and claws tickled
uncomfortably as they crawled across his skin. He sat upright and
chirred softly to his chosen with a curious tilt of the head.
Q'xia sighed in annoyance but was unable to remain angry for long.
After all, Forget-me-not was only hungry and Scram must be lonely on
top of that. "Why didn't you go?" he muttered again to the little
Green with half-hearted frustration. So much for sleeping in... "All
right. I'll feed you, but I'm getting dressed first," he grumbled.
He was rewarded with a pair of excited squeals as they danced in the
air above his head. Dizzy from the display, the Greenrider sat up and
dangled his feet over the edge before rising and making the bed.
That was how the Greenrider's day often began, more often than he
would have preferred. But he did not wake before the dawn and he was
not in the good graces of the Weyrwoman. He wondered wryly what
Vash's standing would be if she found out about this other man.
Banishing the thought, he quickly dressed and turned to find something
sitting on the table next to his healing materials. There was a small
note written in familiar handwriting torn from the corner of an unused
music sheet leaning against a plate with a sweet pastry sitting in its
center.
I'd have left a meat roll if I thought the little miscreants would
leave it alone. Please accept this small token and my deepest
apologies in its stead. See you tonight.
A little smile painted Q'xia's face as he folded the note and set it
aside. Me and Scram were becoming impatient but he ignored them as he
blissfully ate the pastry. Tonight would be interesting; the
Brownrider would be trying to dodge the wrath of a Holder, a mating
flight, and try to get home in time...
Q'xia managed to fan his reddening face before hurrying downstairs to
feed the flits. When they were taken care of they were quick to be on
their way... wherever it is that firelizards like to go. Likewise the
Greenrider promptly made his way to the dragon infirmary where the
apprentices were already caring for a dragon with a torn wing sail.
There was all that commotion and propaganda about the dead weyrling
dragon; it both worried and interested him, but life goes on in the
infirmary...
Tricia
OOC: I always love your writings....
IC:
Val'en had been in all night with his sister. Varena still hadn't
made any progress, her form as inert and seemingly-lifeless as ever.
It hurt Val'en to see her this way, to look at what was once a
beautiful vibrant young woman, and to see her like this, breathing and
alive, but without any sign of life....it hurt so sharply that it made
his chest hurt. His parents were devastated. And there were no
answers. Still no answers. It had been sevendays upon sevendays, and
still no reason why the beautiful green dragonet that his sister had
Impressed had died so shortly after her Hatching.
At least once a day he came to see his sister, sometimes speaking to
her, helping to feed her, sometimes just watching her. Last night
he'd fallen asleep in the chair beside her bed, and his neck was
cramping terribly. He stood to stretch, one hand coming up to massage
the strained muscles. He knew what some people said about her, that
any girl that Impressed anything but gold deserved the fate she got.
But surely no one would say that if it was their own sister. No one
would be able to look at their own kin that way. Especially not any
Riders who'd grown up in a Hold, with the closeness of familial ties
that were found there. No one could say such terrible things. She
looked horrible, skinny and pale. He didn't know how much longer her
body could hold on. How long could he hold on if something happened
to Ankhsorangth?
Speaking of his dragon, he needed to go down to the dragon infirmary
and get some more oils for the brown's hide. He'd gotten a little
shorched the other day, nothing serious, but his hide needed some
extra attention. Giving his sister a kiss on the cheek, he left her
side and walked down to other infirmary. The first person he saw was
a greenrider, and he fumbled for the name that was on the tip of his
tongue.
"Q'xia, isn't it?" he asked, stopping the man with a tap on the
shoulder. "Val'en of Ankhsorangth. I need some heavy oil for mine's
hide. Can you help me?" he asked.
Shai
IC:
Apparently, the fine attire and manicured appearance was a good cover
for one who was grieving. Q'xia was completely fooled. Or perhaps he
was just too busy to look closer and find that haunted look so common
to the bereaved. Otherwise he might have found a kindred spirit
there.
He looked up from what he was doing to glance at Val'en's colors.
Brown, so normally he would require a medium-sized quantity of oil.
He nodded briefly to the rider and went back to a scroll with
inventories he had been filling out. After a moment he had found a
place he could stop and turned back to Val'en, trying to place the
name and face. They seemed familiar but did not place them. He
remembered the dragon's name however, and rose an eyebrow at Val'en.
"Let's see... Ankhsorangth. Medium-sized brown... but likes the extra
oil." Ah, yes, a vain dragon with a vain rider. He remembered Val'en
now. With a quick smile and a nod he replied, "Yes, I'll be right
back."
The fact that people he did not know knew his name still sometimes
bothered him, he was after all Hold-bred. But the Greenrider had
learned to ignore the feeling. He saw any number of dragons every
day; he had probably treated almost every dragon in the Weyr since he
had begun his studies here. His focus was on the dragons, not their
riders. But the patient's rider would most certainly know the
healer's name especially if they particularly liked - or disliked -
the way they had treated their dragon's ailment. Q'xia felt fairly
confindent that he had earned neither distinction with Val'en, as this
rider seemed unsure of his name. He felt strangely relieved in this.
Grabbing several buckets of oil, he carried them back into the main
infirmary where Val'en was waiting. As he set them down on the floor
he said, "Now this should be enough, but feel free to come back if you
need more." He looked up at Val'en. "Is there anything else?"
( tag! )
Tricia Nicewicz
OOC: Soooo.... I just looked at winglists, and they're wingmates....IC: Val'en had a sinking feeling that he should know this man, that somehow he was simply not putting information together because he was still groggy and had just woken up. The last few sevendays had felt as if he was moving through a fog, simply doing the motions without really seeing anyone or remembering much. Insticts and habits guided him on a day to day basis.Val'en chuckled. "Don't ever let him hear you say 'medium-sized'. You might just give the poor thing a complex." He waited as the man went to go get hte oil for his dragon. If there was one thing that characterized Ankh, it was definitely his self-image issues. The brown that thought he was a bronze. The dragon dearly loved being admired, but hadn't been born with any of the crazy colorations that some other dragons had. Instead, he readily prided himself on his constant baths and oilings for the sake of 'cleanliness'. In truth he simply hoped that the oil would make him shine a bit more.Q'xia returned with the buckets, and Val smiled. "Thanks. However do bronzeriders manage to carry enough. Or golds for that matter?" he added with a chuckle. He gazed at Q'xia more closely. "How is it that I know you? You look familiar, but i can't place you...." he said, taking the buckets. "Have you helped Ankh before, or did he catch your green in a flight? Shards, I've been so distracted lately, we could be in the same wing and I'd hardly realize it...." he added with a smile.
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Shai
wing too...
IC:
"Well, don't ever let them hear you say so, but they usually need a
second or third trip... or one of the healers to assist," he replied
dryly. His voice and stance were vaguely conspiratorial. At Val'en's
admission he blinked, taken a little aback that he knew his name but
still did not know who he was. "You might know me...we actually are
wingmates."
<< Oh yes, and Ankhsorangth is a very nice brown. Definitely not
large, but not small either. He likes to talk about himself more than
anyone else of course, you'd think he was a Bronze... >> Yatenth felt
the need to add her two marks in, heedless of whether Q'xia wanted the
commentary. << As to whether he's caught me before... I honestly
don't remember, >> she giggled, << though I certainly wouldn't mind if
he did... >>
>> Thank you for the information, << her rider replied darkly, trying to cover his sudden blushing with a cough.
Val'en was the one who had lost his sister, he realized. She was not
dead, but who knew if she would ever wake? "Anyway, it's to be
expected. You've been through a lot lately."
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On Sep 23, 6:51 am, "Tricia Nicewicz" <thegoldtigr...@gmail.com>
wrote:
> OOC: Soooo.... I just looked at winglists, and they're wingmates....
>
> IC: Val'en had a sinking feeling that he should know this man, that somehow
> he was simply not putting information together because he was still groggy
> and had just woken up. The last few sevendays had felt as if he was moving
> through a fog, simply doing the motions without really seeing anyone or
> remembering much. Insticts and habits guided him on a day to day basis.
>
> Val'en chuckled. "Don't ever let him hear you say 'medium-sized'. You
> might just give the poor thing a complex." He waited as the man went to go
> get hte oil for his dragon. If there was one thing that characterized Ankh,
> it was definitely his self-image issues. The brown that thought he was a
> bronze. The dragon dearly loved being admired, but hadn't been born with
> any of the crazy colorations that some other dragons had. Instead, he
> readily prided himself on his constant baths and oilings for the sake of
> 'cleanliness'. In truth he simply hoped that the oil would make him shine a
> bit more.
> Q'xia returned with the buckets, and Val smiled. "Thanks. However do
> bronzeriders manage to carry enough. Or golds for that matter?" he added
> with a chuckle. He gazed at Q'xia more closely. "How is it that I know
> you? You look familiar, but i can't place you...." he said, taking the
> buckets. "Have you helped Ankh before, or did he catch your green in a
> flight? Shards, I've been so distracted lately, we could be in the same
> wing and I'd hardly realize it...." he added with a smile.
> --
> Tricia aka GoldTigress
> Fallsmere Weyrhttp://www.freewebs.com/fallsmere/
Amalyn
Ista Weyr's boundaries. Alright, she did. She had to admit that much
to herself. But now that she was feeling slightly bored with having no
clear plan of what to do, she was beginning to wonder how much evil
was going to be called down on her for it. Would she have to endure
another lecture from Avarin about keeping her nose clean? She sighed
and cringed inwardly to herself. Could she stand another lecture?
>>Rider my mouth hurts<< Kitrianth whined. Amalyn couldn't imagine why, other than the fact that she had just early gorged herself on wild wherry.
<<Land and I will take a look at it.>> Kitrianth did as she was told
and was particularly happy that soil she had found was moist and
muddy. How she would love to roll in it. A look from her rider told
her NO, but she didn't listen and laid down with her back in the cool
mud. Sun beating down on her underbelly.
"I'll have to scrub you again." Ama told her. Sometimes she wished she
wasn't such a clean fanatic, but it was part of her personality.
Having her perfectly pale green dragon covered in muck? She didn't
think so. "For now, open your maw and let me see what is going on."
The problem was easily found. A bone logged in the jaw of her
lifemate. "Do you chew your food?" Kitrianth didn't answer, she just
groaned as Amalyn made to pull it out. "Good thing for you, I am a
dragon healer."
She would still be sore. She looked around and a certain plant caught
her eye. Sweatroot. It grew on Ista island, but it wasn't always of
the best quality. The plant loved cool marshy wet land to grow in. She
unsheathed her belt knife and began to dig it up. She was after the
root.
She throughly cleaned it in a creek before making it into a mash with
the hilt of her knife. "Kitri, it is good for toothache."
What else was it good for? Not much else for dragons. But for humans
it was wonderful. The root could be used for an anodyne, febrifuge,
sedative, vermifuge...and an expectorant. That was her ticket to
getting herself out of trouble. The plague was generally an ailment of
the respiratory and digestive system. This herb could be used for
bronchitis, sinusitis, and it could stimulate and normalize appetite.
She could say that she was worried about the green's death being
caused by the plague and not being prepared. Maybe, she could work on
making an inhaler form of treatment with it. Could the Weyrwoman get
angry for that?
The plague and dragons. How likely was that?
>>Thank you.<< Kitrianth told her. >>My mouth feels much better<<
"Good. As soon as I get some of these collected and you washed off,
we'll head back."
>>Yatenth wonders why you haven't been into the infirmary today.<<
tag...Q'xia