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Post by sorra on Jul 20, 2010 11:07:11 GMT -5
Freyath yawned again and closed her eyes. Will you get dirty doing that? she asked softly. It does not befit a lady to get dirty, the little red pointed out, turning her attention to J'sen and Amonth.
Calyssa smiled fondly at her dainty red and scratched Freyath's head knobs It is dirty work, she admitted. But I will clean up. Don't worry. We have to keep you fed afterall. Calyssa smiled at J'sen. "No, it doesn't look hard at all," she agreed as Storm cheeped at Misty.
Belenoth got back to his feet and started pacing. He nearly bumped into Amonth who was still asking questions. Do you want to play? he asked his brother hopefully.
S'tex had to jump out of the way to keep from getting run over. "I don't think he knows how to sit still," he said ruefully to his friend and sister. "Even when he's sleeping."
G'fal finished demonstrating and then turned to the weyrlings. "Alright, if you all would like to try your hand at this and then I'll show you how to bathe and oil your dragonets," he said cheerily.
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Post by syn on Jul 20, 2010 11:59:20 GMT -5
Minette glanced over at L'ran, who was quite eager to go oil Morpheoth. The blue's hide looked patchy. A stroke of ill-luck had placed L'ran on a dragon that would end up itching more than the others. Oh well; at least it was a blue and not one of those other dragons. She'd keep her suspicions to herself for now, but she couldn't help but wonder how those whites would ever fly.
Minette, are you going to try the butchering? Nuadath was obviously trying to make her stop thinking ill of his brothers and sisters, and Minette took the bait. She stood and headed up to the carcass, taking the knife and slicing a slab of meat from the flesh. The blood felt weird on her hands, especially when it started drying. But cutting meat was not a difficult task. She had cooked several times before. The chunks were a bit large, but otherwise she did a fairly good job.
Rushera fared better. The public house did serve meals. Though she didn't take well to the meat--she wrinkled her nose as she pulled the flesh free--she knew how to cut it. Quickly and neatly, the freed flesh was chopped up and ready for eating. Then she glanced at G'fal. Flushing, she asked, "Where can I wash my hands?"
C'nex approached it like he approached everything in life--with a calm, somewhat amused outlook. He got blood on his shirt when he pressed down at the wrong point of the carcass, and Inarith attempted to steal a morsel when it fell to the ground, but he did a fairly good job, if a bit slow about it. He wanted to make sure that when he did this for real, he would do it properly and Inarith wouldn't choke to death.
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 20, 2010 13:29:16 GMT -5
F'har was happy to see his brother and M'thos. And even with Irisith doing her best to be patient while her slightly mysophobic lifemate as he tried to feed her. The sight of the bloody chunks of meat had his stomach churning and reminded him that he had yet to eat today. Well, time for that would come soon enough...if he could eat anything after this. "Yes, I could use the help," he admitted. Irisith turned to look at the other boy and his brown and an almost gleeful expression appeared on her face. Hello Cernuoth! Hello Sylvanuth! I can't wait to start lessons. I think they'll be fun![/color] she said with much enthusiasm. Once she and the other weyrlings were properly fed, G'fal began to explain how to butcher carcasses for their dragons. Oh joy.
It was all he could do to keep his meager stomach contents under wraps as he watched. He didn't know how long the creature had been dead, but bloody juices still seemed to ooze from the meat. F'har looked a little green as he watched, but out of respect for the Weyrlingmaster, he said nothing. When he asked them to try, the boy literally thought he was going to get sick all over the place. Well...if anyone said anything, he could blame it on his arm. Right?
Lyrensa. Lyreeennsa. Lyrensa![/color] "Whaa...?" the sleepy weyrling asked blearily. Lyrensa we have a lesson. And I am so very hungry. I tried not to wake you, but my stomach is making strange noises and I feel like I just hatched all over again.[/color] A lesson? She hadn't rememb...oh! Lyrensa hurriedly sat up and threw on a pair of clothes. Ironically, considering that this lesson wouldn't be the cleanest, she chose a set of older pants and a shirt, already stained with blood from a patient who had fallen and gotten a horrible gash on his knee. I'm sorry, Brigith. I will get you fed right away, she said as she got ready.
The gray waited patiently, the slow movements of her tail the only thing that indicated that she was anxious to be gone. Lyrensa tugged on a pair of workboots and then was off, Brigith trotting along beside her. They arrived just before G'fal began to explain the butchering and Lyrensa did her best to stuff the gray's gullet with meat chunks without her choking. Lyrensa, slow down. I cannot chew that fast! Treoth's will get angry if I choke,[/color] she reminded the blond healer, who instantly slowed. Soon, the weyrling dragon was fed and Lyrensa could pay full attention to the lesson.
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Post by lithle on Jul 21, 2010 11:43:35 GMT -5
Roni approached the carcass as if it might jump up at any moment and charge her. Her lip was caught firmly in her teeth and her hunched, head down posture meant that she almost immediately got blood in her hair. If that fact bothered her, she didn't show it. Chances were, she had enough worries without drifting into the cosmetic.
Picking up the knife, she glanced toward G'fal, as if awaiting permission before cutting. But, despite that wary look, she got to work rather quickly. The way she held the knife wasn't quite right. And the flesh did not part in the same way wood might have. But still, she was accustomed to sharp tools and worked with competence, if not excellence. Finishing, she quickly returned her dragon's side, her bloody hands leaving a bright mark on his pale hide.
Time for a wash indeed. They were both bloody at this point. He had blood around his muzzle from eating, and now a streak along his side from her touch. Roni, for her part, had blood down the front of her shirt, on her hands, and in her dark hair. Neither of them seemed particularly bothered by this fact. Well, Roni did look bothered, but no big change there. The poor, nervous thing always looked bothered.
"I think I did it wrong," she whispered, having not yet quite mastered the whole mindspeech thing.
We will get better.
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Post by sorra on Jul 21, 2010 11:52:05 GMT -5
Calyssa and S'tex both set to work on cutting up the meat. Calyssa had done this many times for Storm, so it was no big deal. Not to mention they both had helped their father butcher animals before.
Storm watched intently, catching a tidbit here and then when a piece drop. Freyath was content to watch from beside Amonth. The blood didn't impress her at all. Belenoth on the hand was into everything. He wanted to know what was going on and actually ending up swatting S'tex's hand with his tail and causing the boy to slice his hand.
"Ow!" S'tex cried in surprise as the knife clattered to the ground. He clenched his fist tight to stop the bleeding.
S'tex? What's wrong? Belenoth asked, still swishing his tail. He hadn't realized he had hurt his rider.
S'tex shook his head. I'm fine, he assured his fire splotched bronze as Calyssa gently took his hand to look at the cut.
G'fal had been watching everyone. Not everyone was great with the knife, but they weren't doing too badly. They'd learn with practice. He looked over and caught sight of Calyssa, S'tex and J'sen. Something seemed really off. He quickly headed over that way.
"Is everything okay here?" he asked, stopping by the three weyrlings.
S'tex shook his head. "I sliced my hand," he said quietly, trying not to let Belenoth catch onto his pain.
Treoth, could you please see if C'olt is around? I do believe this lad may need stitches.
The brown yawned and nodded. Aromath, could Yours come down to the lake? A young one has hurt himself, Treoth requested of the green.
"Keep pressure on it," Calyssa said, ripping the bottom of her shirt to wrap around his hand. Freyath walked up and gently nuzzled S'tex's side.
Is he okay? she asked Calyssa.
He'll be fine, Calyssa assured her little red.
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Post by Kit on Jul 21, 2010 13:51:23 GMT -5
Good morning, Irisith. Cernuoth replied sedately in the middle of chewing. I am sure the lessons will be informative. K'von was impressed by his dragon's maturity, raising his eyebrows slightly before turning to his brother. He could tell by the look on his face that he was repulsed by the bloody meat, but he'd always been a bit squeamish. The mischievous twin considering throwing a piece of meat at him, but out of sympathy for his hurt arm and keeping in mind that G'fal was right there, he refrained and just helped to feed the darling green.
Sylvanuth, however, was not so sedate. He rushed up to Irisith, and crouched with his butt in the air like a playful puppy. M'thos ran after him with his hand over his mouth, unsure whether to scold him or laugh. I think lessons sound boring. I want to go play! Will you play with me, Irisith?
Quindara frowned as J'sen walked away. He was a serious sort wasn't he? And from the looks Calyssa was giving him, already taken. Hopefully, that would keep Amonth from getting in Coth's way once Artemth rose, she certainly seemed to like the bronze's flattery.
It doesn't matter whether anyone has acknowledged you or not. You are my rider, and I am as good as any Gold. You should graciously accept the respect that goes with that.
Now is not the time to make waves. Bur do not worry, dear heart. When the time *does* come I will make sure we get what we are due. The solver seemed satisfied with that.
When the time came to cut the meat, K'von stepped up without trepidation and did a fairly good job. He had practice, after all. Cernuoth watched intently, but silently.
Quindara was perhaps not the neatest meat slicer, she had never been one for domestic skills and dragonhealers did not do much butchering, but she was unafraid, and likewise unperturbed by the blood that she'd smeared on her face. Artemth was horrified, however and wanted her lifemate to be clean and beautiful. Quindara told her she had blood on her muzzle, whichserved to quiet her as she tried to clean herself.
M'thos looked at the bloody meat distastefully. He tried to cut very carefully, and the fact that S'tex had been cut didn't help his confidence. Plus he kep having to look back to make sure Sylvanuth wasn't getting into trouble. The blue wasn't even watching. Finally, he thought he had a decent pike of meat and stepped back, holding his hands away from himself. He was glad bathing was next.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 21, 2010 14:44:23 GMT -5
J'sen nearly dropped his own knife in surprise when Belenoth inadvertently slapped his tail against S'tex's hand, slicing his hand in the process. The sailor was able to recover swiftly, though, and managed to avoid the same fate. He looked over at S'tex, then over at G'fal as the Weyrling Master approached, wanting to know if everything was alright. "I...I'm not sure," J'sen stammered, then grimaced as he caught sight of his friend's hand. That doesn't look good, he thought, but his bonded swiftly caught on, looking at it for himself, his dark-golden head peering closely. No, it does not, Amonth judged.
Calyssa instructed her brother to keep pressure on it, ripping the bottom of her tunic to act as a temporary bandage. J'sen tried not to blush at the sight of her now-exposed midriff, instead trying his best to stay focused on the sudden crisis at hand. Amonth looked at his bonded, his emerald-colored eyes sharply contrasting with his yellow-bronze hide. You seem embarrassed, Mine. Why?
J'sen didn't realize just how badly his cheeks were flushed until just now. I, um...well...Calyssa and I are friends...and I don't think it was a good idea for her to expose herself like that. I mean, you can't see much, but still... What she did was necessary to stop the bleeding until help can arrive. Do try and stay focused.
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C'olt, Mine. Treoth says a young one has been injured and needs us to come to the lake.[/color] The pretty Green looked over at her bonded, who was sitting on the corner of his bed while busy repackaging his medical supply bag. It sounds pretty serious.[/color] C'olt shot a rueful glance over at Aromath. "Please tell me Treoth is kidding," he blanched. "A Weyrling getting hurt won't do wonders for G'fal's track record, especially if it's a junior Weyrling."
Aromath looked at her bonded, puzzled, unsure if he was merely joking or was being sarcastic. Perhaps it was a bit of both. Should we not go help? Sighing, the Healer rose to his feet, securing the bag closed. "Sure, we'll go. Maybe it's one of the pretty girls who Impressed to a male dragon at the Hatching. Ah, Faranth, it doesn't matter which girl it is. I'll even settle for Quindara at this point. Maybe I could steal her away from G'rett, now that she's a Weyrling. Or maybe it's Lyrensa or Kia." C'olt frowned. His relationship with Kia wasn't exactly the greatest, but at least she and Lyrensa were good company at the feast. But he wasn't going to admit openly that he still had feelings for the female Blue Rider, nor would he admit he'd fallen just as hard for his fellow Healer. Especially after what happened between the three of them after everyone was in a drunken state.
Do you still harbor feelings for Merequith's? If so, why do you harbor those same feelings for Brigith's?[/color] She nuzzled her bonded, prompting C'olt to blush, then chuckle nervously. "Kia and I have been on this rotating cycle for as long as I can remember. Lyrensa, on the other hand, seems to want me so badly it's not even funny. If I had to choose between them, well...I don't know if I could make that decision right now. Faranth, I don't even want to think about it. Not for a good while, at least." He returned his bonded's affections, then took a few minutes to secure the straps before mounting up. "Let's go."
It took the pair a bit longer than expected due to navigating the thermals and crosswinds, but finally arrived at the lake. Aromath came in for a gentle landing, then caught sight of Treoth and crooned playfully at him, earning a sharp rebuke from C'olt. Aromath! Not now! Shaking his head, he headed over to where G'fal was hovering over three Weyrlings. "Greetings, Weyrling Master," he greeted the other man before stepping up to S'tex. It didn't take a wherry-brain to figure out what had happened, and judging from Calyssa's ripped tunic to reveal her midriff and the blood-soaked fabric wrapped around her brother's hand...well...the Healer wasn't happy. He gently took S'tex's hand and unwrapped it, wincing at the deep laceration that practically split the palm. Getting the patient to sit down on the nearest outcropping, C'olt got to work, applying numbweed and witch hazel to stop the pain and bleeding before withdrawing a needle from his Healer's bag, along with some short pieces of fine thread to stitch the split skin together.
He hummed a random tune as he concentrated on his work, and within a quarter of a candlemark did he sew the last stitch in place before retreiving some clean strips of linen - a light green in color - and wrapped it around the boy's hand. "Might take a few days for it to heal," he said, then looked up at G'fal, pressing some additional linen strips into his hand. "The dressing will need to be changed daily. Have him come to the Infirmary in a sevenday so we can check on his progress, though if there are any signs of infection bring him right away."
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Post by sorra on Jul 21, 2010 15:02:21 GMT -5
Calyssa hadn't even realized how far her shirt had ripped as she concentrated on her brother. She didn't notice the other weyrlings looking over or the blush that had crept up J'sen's cheeks. Later she might just feel embarrassed herself.
Calyssa? Is he okay? He looks white, little Freyath said as she studied S'tex. She gently nuzzled S'tex again. Can I help?
He will be okay. The Healer will help him, Calyssa assured her red as she watched the cloth soak up the blood.
S'tex was swaying a bit on his feet now as he kept his eyes tightly closed. He hadn't realized he had cut himself that badly. Belenoth looked up at him, his eyes whirling softly as he tried to figure out what was going on.
S'tex, mine? Did I hurt you? the bronze asked worriedly.
The boy shook his head. I'm okay. Just a bit dizzy, he answered.
S'tex gladly sat down as C'olt told him to. He was definitely starting to feel a bit woozy from the blood lose. Calyssa moved over by J'sen, folding her bloody hands across her stomach. "Do you think he's okay?" she asked J'sen quietly, looking up at him worriedly.
G'fal stayed close by in case C'olt needed any help. This was not a good way to start the first lesson. He sighed. Oh well, accidents happened.
Treoth crooned at Aromath. Good day, Aromath, the brown said. I am glad you and Yours were able to come so quickly.
"I can help there," Calyssa offered. "And I can help with Belenoth too if need be."
G'fal nodded. "Thank you, C'olt. I appreciate you coming over here and I will make sure he gets to the infirmary in a sevenday or sooner if need be."
S'tex slowly looked up at the Healer. "Thank you," he whispered, his hand thankfully not throbbing thanks to the numbweed.
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Post by sorra on Jul 23, 2010 8:57:11 GMT -5
Calyssa watched her brother worriedly. He still looked really pale to her and she didn't like it. Freyath sat quietly beside them She had her head resting on S'tex's knee as her tail stayed in contact with Calyssa.
He will be okay, the little red said gently to her rider. We will make sure of it.
Calyssa smiled gratefully at her little red as she stayed leaning against J'sen. Belenoth walked up to S'tex and nudged his other knee. The boy put his good hand on the fiery bronze's head, keeping his now bandaged hand against his chest. I'm okay, he assured the jittery bronze.
Belenoth seeemd to whimper. I am sorry, S'tex mine. I did not mean to hurt you. I just wanted to play.
S'tex gently scratched his bronze's head as G'fal backed away. For the moment there wasn't anything he could do. He motioned C'olt to follow him. "Is there anything else I need to make sure he does besides get that bandage changed?" he asked the Healer.
Once G'fal had his answer he looked around at the piles of meat that the weyrlings had made. He nodded a bit. They would do for a first day anyhow. Practice always made perfect. "Alright, everyone, let's get your little ones down to the lake so you can learn how to bathe and oil them properly. Before long they'll be ready for a nap, so we want to do this now." G'fal led the way to the lake while Treoth stepped into the water. The brown liked when G'fal demonstrated on him.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 23, 2010 9:34:37 GMT -5
C'olt caught Lyrensa's eye and gave his fellow Healer a sly wink and a playful grin before turning his attention to G'fal and to S'tex and started to follow the Weyrling Master. "Oh, it was no problem I assure you. And no, just make sure he changes the bandage daily. Should cut down on the risk of infection."
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J'sen couldn't keep himself from blushing, nor keep himself from staring at Calyssa's bare midriff. But that was the least of his worries. Her brother had injured himself, and he knew S'tex wouldn't be able to adequately bathe and oil his Belenoth. J'sen leaned to whisper in Calyssa's ear. "We might have to help your brother with the bathing and oiling of his dragon. Hopefully, Freyath nor Amonth will mind too much." The young man then watched as G'fal led the way to the lake, then turned to his own yellow-bronze and motioned for him to follow. Misty trilled softly, aware of the sudden turn of events...but crooned at her pet to get him to stay focused on the task at hand. He really didn't need to be distracted.
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Post by sorra on Jul 23, 2010 9:54:59 GMT -5
G'fal didn't catch the wink that C'olt sent Lyrensa's way. He had already had to discipline Quindara from the specticle at the Feast and he wasn't in any mood to have to discipline anyone else so soon. The Weyrling Master nodded. "I'll personally make sure he changes the bandages." He sighed. Hopefully there weren't any more accidents.
Calyssa still hadn't realized what she was doing to J'sen. She kept her eyes on S'tex. She nodded in response to J'sen. "I think you're right. I don't think him getting his hand wet would be good and I don't think Freyath will mind," she said, nodding her head toward the red who was still beside S'tex. Storm chittered softly from Calyssa's shoulder.
S'tex slowly opened his blue eyes. "I can still hear," he said, getting to unsteady feet. "And I'll take care of Belenoth as much as I can although I fear you both are right. I don't think I'll be able to do everything."
I'll be good, Belenoth promised, getting to his feet excitedly. I won't hurt you again.
Freyath shook her head as she walked back over with Calyssa, her eyes whirling softly. Stand still, she commanded the bronze. Or you will hurt him again.
The fiery colored bronze bowed his head and stood still. Well, as still as he could as his tail still flicked back and forth. Sorry, he said.
"Well, that was unexpected," Calyssa said to J'sen as she moved away from him to head down to the lake. Although she stopped to give S'tex a helping hand.
G'fal was already in the water with Treoth. "Alright, everyone will need a brush and sweetsand to bathe them," he instructed. "Once they're clean we'll move onto oiling." He waited for everyone to get situated with their dragonets.
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 23, 2010 15:55:11 GMT -5
F'har could see the mischievous gleam in his brother's eyes and worried that he might be the brunt of his next prank. But when nothing happened, he relaxed a little. Reluctantly he picked up the knife and gingerly attempted to butcher his herdbeast. With the use of only one arm, his attempts were futile. So he finally decided to give up and went to watch K'von instead, his face still looking a bit green as he saw muscle and bone exposed. Yes, I think I will play with you. We are fed and they are busy, so we can play now![/color] Irisith said brightly. She watched as the blue crouched, his hind end almost seeming to wriggle back and forth as he did so. You look kind of funny when you do that, Sylvanuth. But I think you've got the right idea of it![/color] she said and then crouched in much the same way.
Lyrensa didn't have any problem cutting into the carcass. She'd assisted with a few minor surgeries and seen her share of gruesome wounds in the infirmary. She'd never done much more than watch and occasionally help to stitch up the wound, though, so her cuts on the carcass were ragged. She frowned at the sight of the rough cuts. She'd never been more than curious about surgery, but a healer should still be able to manage better than that!
Lyrensa heard a croon from above and looked up from her work to see a green dragon arriving. A young one from the looks of it. Wait a minute, something was oddly familiar about her...Oh shards! It was Aromath and C'olt. Her face fell, remembering the first time she had awakened that morning, not with Brigith and not in the weyrling barracks, but in Kia's weyr, bare of all clothing while she lay in the furs with not one, but two, other people. Only as she watched him greet the Weyrlingmaster and then go to a weyrling did she notice that one of them had been injured. She'd been so involved in her own butchering that she hadn't heard a thing.
Shards and shells! If Lyrensa had seen the boy's injury, she could have probably attended to it herself. Then she wouldn't have to see C'olt, though she supposed she'd have to face him eventually in the infirmary. It wasn't that she disliked what had happened, but the circumstances were not desirable. And she was afraid that if she spent any time around him, she would be weird, which would inevitably lead to her being found out. And she just really didn't want to earn G'fal's wrath. Or what she assumed would be wrath. She couldn't say how the Weyrlingmaster would react if he were to find out what had happened. As a rule, weyrlings were supposed to refrain from consuming wine for several months and sex...well that was another thing that was forbidden.
She forced herself to get back to her work, but it didn't stop her from casting glances over her shoulder at C'olt. Once such glance caught his wink and accompanying grin. She was both appalled and angry at the same time. Was he trying to get them in trouble? She turned back to the carcass, focusing entirely on it. If she didn't give him a chance to catch her eye again, he couldn't wink or grin at her. She really didn't want to get into trouble. This whole rule-breaking thing was not her way. Finally, she had finished butchering the carcass and then G'fal instructed them to go to the water. She stroked Brigith, who had been watching her with a slightly worried whirl to her eyes, and picked up a set of brushes and sweetsand as she walked to the water. She remembered bathing Elliwodth, so hopefully she would be a pro at this.
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Post by Kit on Jul 23, 2010 20:46:12 GMT -5
Sylvanuth, once Irisith had agreed to play him, then pounced on her like an exuberant puppy, causing M'thos to turn around sharply to see what his blue was doing. He wasn't sure whether he should stop them or not. But he saw Treoth and G'fal were in the water now, so he called to his dragon.
"Sylvanuth, don't you want a bath?" He was ignored, so sighing he went over to where the dragonets were playing but wasn't sure how to stop them without getting caught up in the whole mess.
Cernuoth watched all this with a bemused expression and then he walked over to Eponath. He remembered that his had wanted to talk to Eponath's though he couldn't really understand the reason just yet. God morning Eponath. Did you have good sleeping last night? he asked politely.
Quindara was a little surprised at how chaotic everything has gotten all of the sudden. She figured she'd best stay out of it, she was already in enough trouble as it was. Well, lets get you clean, lovely, so you can go back to sleep. She knew that was the way with young dragonets for the first month or so, they just ate and slept and constantly wanted oiled.
I'm not tired. The silver yawned widely and then shot he lifemate a glare, as if daring her to comment. But I do want a bath.
They made their way over to the pile of brushes, Quindara grabbed one and then guided Artemth out into the water after slipping out of her sandals.. One thing about having a small dragonet was nice, you didn't get too wet bathing them because they only needed a couple feet of water to practically cover them.
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Post by lithle on Jul 23, 2010 23:41:27 GMT -5
Oh! That was. That--
And he was--
There was--
Blood.
Roni had been close enough to catch sight of the injury just after it happened, and her reaction was immediate. She wavered in place, her expression going utterly blank as her eyes widened in concern and disgust. Oh, slicing up meat was something she could do all day, no problem. But the sight of a wound fresh made on living flesh, that was entirely different. And apparently, it was a difference that Ronasha wasn't exactly prepared to deal with.
Indrath, picking up on his rider's nausea headbutted the girl. It wasn't a particularly powerful push, but Roni stumbled backward at the pressure, and stayed in that new position, looking pointedly at her feet until the healer had come and gone. Yes, not meant to be a healer this one.
She followed the other weyrlings to water, her movements wooden. Only when she felt the water lapping at her ankles did she begin to perk up again. As much as ever perked up. Anyway, she no longer looked like she was about to vomit.
You must never bleed, Indrath This time, she managed the mindspeech.
Ronasha-- Indrath's tone clearly indicated his discomfort with such a promise. He was clever enough, even fresh hatched, to realize being a dragon was not always to be safe and bloodless.I will try not to.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 24, 2010 9:49:07 GMT -5
J'sen led his own small group into the water, Amonth calmly stepping in himself to get used to it. The young man was only up to his knees, but had his brush and bucket of sweetsand with him so he could not only take care of his bonded, but help S'tex and Calyssa with theirs if he needed to. The yellow-bronze looked over at J'sen, his eyes as blue as the lake, calm exuding from his majestic form. This was a good sign, the sailor thought to himself. It meant Amonth wouldn't be any trouble when it came to cleaning and oiling his hide.
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C'olt watched as G'fal led the Weyrlings and their dragonets into the water, then the Healer caught sight of Lyrensa blushing. He could tell his fellow Healer didn't appreciate his furtive glances, but then again there was no denying she was just as beautiful and lovely as Kia. He let out a soft sigh. He didn't know exactly which of the two he'd eventually wind up with, but he really didn't care, either. If C'olt had the opportunity to have Kia and Lyrensa both to himself, and as long as the two ladies agreed to the arrangement, then he really didn't foresee any complications. The only glitches he knew of was the fact he rode a Green, and Lyrensa a Gray. He shook his head at the thought. Kia's Blue Merequith would have to be faster on the uptake compared to all other dragons and win each respective Flight. Although C'olt wouldn't mind if any of the female Riders who were bonded to a Blue - or in Minette's case, a Brown - won Aromath's Flight, either.
Perhaps a late-night game of dragon poker would be in order for all of the Weyrlings when their dragons were a bit older...along with the mandatory wine...
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