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Post by moonchilde on Nov 23, 2012 0:14:53 GMT -5
The dark-colored dragon's impression didn't deter Eavla. If anything, it spurred her on. He was fascinating to look at, to watch, but he sent a shiver of fear down her spine. It was as though he'd taken all the courage she had, for her to approach him, but he'd also broken the spell of her quiet panic. Suddenly, impression didn't seem to terrifying.
It did, however, seem unwise to remain standing in the midst of so many dragons passing by. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, Eavla found herself torn between outright approaching one to see what would happen, and retreating to a safe distance. She settled for planting her way, arms crossed protectively over her stomach, and staring at the remaining eggs.
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Post by catnip on Nov 23, 2012 11:33:48 GMT -5
With his agreement, she moved to meet him halfway, kneeling down on the sands, and pulling out several pouches, and a roll of bandages. There were a handful of advantages to the candidates robes, the first being that it made lower injuries incredibly easy to treat.
"This might sting a bit." She wiped down the wound with a redwort soaked cloth, and then with a dry one. It was only then that she wiped down the wounds with a very light coating of numbweed, enough to dull the pain but not enough that he would lose feeling in his whole leg. There.
S'ain, I am Rileth, and I would like to eat soon. What are you doing now?
"I was just fixing up his wound," he responded absentmindly, wrapping the wound with bandages and then tying it off. "You should probably go to the infirmary once this is over, or when you have a chance if you impress."
Are you done now?
"Yeah, I think so."
Good, because I am very hungry. Will you feed me now?[/color] Serain looked up, and his eyes widened, realizing exactly who, and what, he was talking to.
"Of course." he responded, practically breathlessly. "I'm sorry. Let's go now." Well, this was completely unexpected, but he was filled with so much happiness now that he had Rilith that he would deal with all of the consequences later.
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As more people were impressing, Echlerov found himself moving, adjusting his position in the crowd. Some of the choices had surprised him a little, but he supposed the dragons knew best.
Should be interesting.
There were three hatchlings still on the sands, two nocturnals, and a green. It seemed as if the nocturnals were being, perhaps picky?, or at least taking a bit more time to impress than some of the others. It was interesting. What were they looking for?
He kept glancing at the eggs, curious to see if any of them were hatching. Not yet,but soon.
His tail wagged happily, though it wasn't very visable in the darkness. He was sure that his was out there somewhere.
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He supposed that Tera had to be right, Onyx's didn't impress to boys. "It could have been an onyx." he responded, with the hint of a pout. "And if something's wrong with it, the dragonhealer's will know. Maybe we can go and ask them once things are over!" He yawned. "Or maybe in the morning." That might be better anyways, give the dragonhealers a chance to examine the little one anyways.
He nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely. Always and Forever." He couldn't imagine not being friends with Tera. Who else would he have to go on adventures with.
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Post by vworp on Nov 23, 2012 18:21:35 GMT -5
Cyndell felt soft hide, and then the Nocturnal turned around clumsily, colliding with him. Claws raked against his leg, and he hissed in pain. A stream of expletives escaped the normally inoffensive boy as he stumbled, falling onto the hot sand. The scratches were shallow, but they hurt, especially the one across his foot.
He put a hand over the cut on his leg, trying to apply pressure. At least he wasn't squeamish about blood, but it still stung, making his head swim a little. He barely noticed more eggs hatching, or the resulting Impressions.
C'del! C'del! Why are you hurt?[/color] There was an insistent voice, and C'del looked up, blinking. "Nocturnal slashed me..." he mumbled. He saw the dark dragonet rushing towards him, and looked into his rainbow whirling eyes.
Oh! I am Korth.[/color] Dragon and rider registered Impression at almost the same moment. C'del's head cleared, and he grinned, throwing his arms around Korth's neck. Are you all right? I don't want to fight with my sibling, but that was not very nice.[/color]
"I'll be okay," C'del promised, leaning heavily on his dragon to get to his feet. "Come on, let's get you some food and some bandages for me," he said, pointing the dragon in the direction of the food. They headed off slowly, C'del limping heavily on his good foot.
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Post by redwerecat on Nov 23, 2012 19:47:59 GMT -5
S'ryn - he's not going to get used to that for a while he thinks, but almost as soon as the thought of his old name comes into his mind, he feels a ... well, he feels Roth in his head, silently disapproving and forcing his new, proper, rider's name on him, and he doesn't think this would be one of the things to fight, so he goes with it. S'ryn just watches Aleiph and his ears pin back flat against his skull at her hostility. Shards, again? He was never going to be able to make a good impression with her, was he?
"Shaffit, no. Y' gotta be so angry at me all th' time? I was tryin' ta put a lil' levity in th' situation, Aleiph-" Again he's stressing her name, mostly because she'd put up a fuss the first time they'd met- "An'... Breath. Roth's a Breath dragon."
Roth stops eating a moment, breathing (because S'ryn was pretty sure he was inhaling food and not air at this point) and glancing at his rider. Stop slurring like that. You sound like a fool. You should enunciate properly.
S'ryn stares at him. "He's a Breath an' a stick in th' mud's what he is." Even as he complains, he's keeping an eye on Rekima, hoping the other tailed would be okay- but no, no, the Healer's got to him, and it's -oh. His tail twitches as he recognizes the shape of the man who'd helped him out that once, and wonders if he's going to tell anyone about that broken arm he still had yet to explain properly to the Candidate master... who...um. Apparently... just... Impressed?
"Ah... Ah will admit I didn' see that comin'." He's murmuring, when Roth also looks up, and appears to be frowning- he doesn't know how he knows that, but the Breath definitely appears to be judging the girl now offering his rider her hand, and her dragon. Oreth, brother, would it not have been proper to Impress a male...? Roth asks, drawling the words slowly as he looks at Z'yin. S'ryn can feel the cogs turning in his mind as he puzzles this over, and he snickers because Roth is very clearly not happy with this upset of a Prince rank impressing a girl, and S'yrn just waits for him to wrap his mind around it... Dear Faranth, this dragon is going to get him in trouble, he can already see it.
Then again- Well. Perhaps it is more your proper duty to have found the One for you, in your Z'yin. He finishes, though he still seems perplexed.
S'ryn waits for him to be done, then trows his hands in the air in frustration, before he shakes the girl's hand. "S'ryn, apparently, and Roth, if y' can excuse the rude lil' bastard. But...yeah. He's a real beaut, in' he?" He can't help the fondness in his eyes as he watches Roth finish scarfing down a scrap of meat, and he grins at Z'yin. "Shortnin' your name, hon? I like it- seems t' suit you, Z'yin. Nice t' meet yous, lovely. Good to know mah new classmates at least got good looks goin' for them, right?" Yep, he's flirting. Not necessarily seriously, but he couldn't NOT flirt even if he tried. Didn't matter to him if she was now a Prince-rider, or anything.
S'ryn, now is not the proper time. Do be civil to your superiors.
"Oh, COME ON."
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Nazene breathes in, watching the dragons prowl around, and she's a bit startled still by ...everything. The dark dragon still catches her attention, so much so that she's too engrossed in his dark hide to really pay attention to the antics of the Nocturnal and his red brother, curiously peering at all of them. She watches the Nocturnal a moment, curious, but the part of her trained to watch a show is more focused on the antics of the so-called eye-catcher in the black creature-
Well. That is, until she hears something in her head and not, all at the same time. It's a curious sensation, and she wonders, for a second, what Salt is doing, getting in the way when she'd told him to stay back. For sure, the glee is overwhelming, much like the silly blue, but so much stronger, and she hears her name only on a delay.
Nazene, Nazene, are you even listening? My shiny pretty riderlady! Silly... The red dragon stops his bouncing then, and reaches out a paw to tug at her robes.
And then Nazene breaks a little, and she collapses to her knees in the sand, staring, open-mouthed, at this little bouncy red bubbly creature, who chirps and happily shoves his head into her stomach. He's adorable, and silly, and she can feel his absent-minded 'happy!' feelings as he nuzzles her. "...Tasath?"
Yes? The red stops his happy nuzzling to peer at her.
Naz says nothing, and just very gently takes his head in her hands, sliding her fingers along the rust-red hide, noticing with a smile how his hide almost perfectly matches the brilliant red patterns on her scales. And then she's hugging him, just to make sure he's real, and he squeals and they both fall over into the sand, unbalanced.
But Tasath is just laughing, and he very happily crawls over her to plant his butt on her middle and peer into her eyes, so close that their noses are almost touching. (Naz is once again astounded by his amazing everything-ness. She wonders momentarily how it was possible she survived before he was there, because she already feels like before he was a part of her life, she was only half of who she was supposed to be. You are very silly, shiny-mine. I like to wrestle, but I am Hungry! So hungry... can we play later? I want food now.
"...yeah." She says, and they disentangle and Tasath bounds off toward the food to spring in happy circles around every other weyrling, announcing to the world at large how hungry he was, and- See? That's my rider! Isn't she pretty? I picked her. She's shiny. He says this like it's his pride and joy, and as she joins him, she just shrugs.
She's not sure how she feels about that, because it's ridiculous, and she almost wants to run, because she feels like now everyone's staring at her, but... Tasath is happy, so she squares her shoulders back again and pretends like it's nothing. Still, instinctively, the heavy length of her tail slithers around her feet, making a barrier in front of her as if she unconsciously doesn't want anyone too close. Well, Except Tasath, of course. (Who is stuffing his face into a bucket, and she has to remind him to slow down or he'll choke.)
"Do they all eat so much...?" She muses aloud.
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Post by miashin on Nov 24, 2012 0:18:23 GMT -5
Lasela laughed as she passed by Nazene and Tasath on her way to retrieve an empty basked from Garuth. "Yes they do." She said in answer to Nazene's question, "That and much more. Though hopefully not too much. We had a hatchling so excited last turn he bit himself."
The feeding area was starting to get a little crowded. Still plenty enough room between the hatchlings that nobody needed to start feeling territorial about their food, though not all the had impressed yet (or eggs hatched for that matter), but at the very least quantity of food was not a concern. Lasela looked out across the sands, hey eyes searching out Rekima (still worried about that attack earlier) but instead landing on Serain.
Who was approaching the feeding area with a hatchling. Well if that wasn't something?
She dropped off the empty meat basket and, grabbing a full one in the process, and went out to stand at the edge of feeding area to wait for them. She tried to look stern and reprimanding, her tail feathers raising and flaring out behind her and a fist on her hip, but the grin that spread across her face as they approached took away from the image she was trying to set. In the end it was amusement that colored her voice once they reached her. "I see that you intend to leave me with all the work?" She asked as she put the basket down for the hatchling.
She wanted to ask quite a few questions more, what Serain's new name was, the hatchling's name, how he hoped to explain this one to the stricter riders, what the impression had felt like, but whatever conversation there would be she'd have to keep it short. The young man that had startled the first nocturnal was making his slow limping way off the sands. Work indeed, and she'd gladly do it all if it meant giving Serain more time with his new partner.
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Post by catnip on Nov 24, 2012 12:00:07 GMT -5
"You know you love it," Serain teased back, his face joyous. "I was going to come over here to help you out once I took care of the two injured, but Rileth here had other ideas." He smiled fondly down at the little Rose, taking the basket of meat from Lasela.
Thank you for helping out me and my siblings, friend of my S'ain. He nudged S'ain's hand. Food now?
S'ain chuckled. "I'll talk to you more once I get Rileth settled. I've already cleaned and bandage the boy still on the sands, so you shouldn't need to worry about him." He grinned, and then moved out of the way, beginning to feed the Rose chunks of meat. "Don't forget to chew love."
I won't.
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Post by NPCs on Nov 24, 2012 22:50:16 GMT -5
The egg that the fourth nocturnal had fallen into and cracked gave no particular warnings before, abruptly, the side burst into fragments, and a dark purple hatchling crawled out, shaking his head once he could stand, and immediately sitting down to examine himself. He was quite messy, with all that egg-stuff on him, and he didn't much like the way it felt drying on him either. But how was he to get it off? The hatchling buried his nose in the sand, trying to scrape off the egg stuff, and snorted. Sand wasn't breathable! He'd have to remember that. The fourth nocturnal had reached the candidates, still oblivious to the assistance it had given the purple. It scrambled happily between the candidates, too caught up in looking to actually look, until it ran into the second, smaller nocturnal, and promptly tripped. Both of the pair went down in a flurry of surprised squeals and tangled limbs. Claws got caught, too, scratching open the fourth nocturnal's side and the second's wing, though only puncturing it in one place. Still, the sounds very quickly became pained, and the two each gained a few more, minor scratches as they scrambled apart, apologetic chirps dropped behind them as they hurried in opposite directions. The fourth nocturnal, however, didn't get far at all before running into a pair of legs, and cried Oh! as he looked up. He paused, blinking up at the candidate for a moment before realizing and beginning to bounce again, injured side forgotten entirely. Oh! K'tol! K'tol, I am Suleth!no image for this one yet Suleth #FFEEDD male, crest, size mutation (small) energetic, daring, tries to be as polite as possible small, will be about 21 feet when grown
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The second nocturnal managed to stop without running into anyone, partly from luck, and partly due to its injured wing dragging on the sand. When it stopped, it sat, stayed still for a moment as it considered, then began keening. It was beginning to get very very tired of being on the sand, and not having a rider, and having a torn wing, and oh, the hatchling did not like this at all. Not much attention was paid to the injured nocturnal by its remaining siblings, though. The green glanced over from her search, considered, and then returned her attention to the candidates. There wasn't anything she could do, that she knew of. The purple was entirely occupied scuffing his feet in the sand, having managed to remove the egg stuff from them, and trying to figure out how to remove it from the rest of himself as well. The eggs, if they heard, did not respond; all three that remained were moving now; one rocking constantly, one giving occasional twitches, and one, the remaining large egg on the sands, rocking in short bursts. The twitching one shattered without much warning, sending a few pieces of shell flying to land on the nearby purple hatchling, who squawked, affronted. The orange hatchling that emerged paid no attention to her brother's complaints, busy shaking stray pieces of shell off of herself. That accomplished, she peered around the sands and set off toward the candidates, ignoring the crack from an egg behind her. The green hatchling ignored the orange as well, busy inspecting the remaining candidates. She'd looked at most of them, but her inspections hadn't been very organized, and she'd missed some. Perhaps, even, the best one, though she was sure that all were good. It didn't take long to find one--maybe one she'd looked at before and simply not paid enough attention to, or maybe one she'd missed; either way, the green was immediately trotting over the sands to sit in front of her new rider. Z'ais, I am Deneth.Deneth #337711 female, green, no mutation extremely confident, values fairness, loyal very small, will be 14.5 to 15 feet when grown
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Post by catnip on Nov 24, 2012 23:17:30 GMT -5
Echlerov chuckled at the little purple, amused at just how fussy he seemed to be. None of his other siblings had had an issue with their egg goo, and he wondered if that meant that he'd be higher maintenance than the rest.
The two nocturnals had run into each other, and it sounded like they had hurt each other. The fourth nocturnal though, wasn't going to be on the sands much longer, having impressed to one of the other candidates, and all of his attention was to the 2nd nocturnal.
The little nocturnal had been injured, and now was keening, a sound that made Echlerov want to do nothing more than go and comfort it. He knew better, but that didn't stop him from moving closer to it. He stopped a few feet away, not wanting to get too close, but not wanting to be far either. Perhaps if the little one couldn't come to them, they could go to it, and even if it didn't chose him, maybe he'd start moving the others so that the hatchling could take their pick without having to move his wing anymore.
He wasn't paying any attention to the orange, except to make sure that where he moved, the orange wasn't.
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Post by NPCs on Nov 25, 2012 19:37:05 GMT -5
The second nocturnal was for several minutes oblivious to anything outside of itself; the pain in its wing was more than sufficient distraction. Eventually, though, the hatching began to adjust and the pain was less overwhelming. The rest of the world began to filter through again; the sounds of the nocturnal's siblings, in the distance the crowd in the stands, and more immediately a candidate, radiating concern to the nocturnal's senses. The nocturnal paused, looked up to peer at the candidate, scrambled to its feet and over and buried her head in the newest rider's side. E'rov! E'rov, I am Tiauth, and I hurt.Tiauth #FFFFBB female, lash, no mutation caring, wants adventure, tends to daydream average size; will be 15 to 15.5 feet when grown
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Post by catnip on Nov 25, 2012 23:00:25 GMT -5
His gamble had paid off, when the nocturnal looked up,and come over to him, burying her head into his side. He could feel her pain, and when she spoke, things were only confirmed.
E'rov! E'rov, I am Tiauth, and I hurt.
"I know, dear one," he said, his hand resting on her head. "It will only hurt for a little longer, there is numbweed waiting for us." Or at least he was hoping so.
They made their way over to where the tables were set up, and the moment that E'rov caught a glimpse of the dragonhealer, he waved to catch her attention. "When you have a chance, we could use some numbweed over here."
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Post by miashin on Nov 28, 2012 1:25:22 GMT -5
"Ah, but you know me too well." Lasela laughed watching Serain with his new partner. She did feel just the slightest nudge of jealousy at the sight. He looked so happy and the way he spoke to Rileth said volumes of the connection between dragon and rider. Hera chirped lightly nudging her head against Lasela's chin, the motion subdued but still quite clearly saying 'I'm as good as any dragon.' Well if nothing else her firelizards certainly didn't lack in pride.
The pained cries of a pair of dragons on the sands was more then enough of a distraction though to turn all such thoughts away. She was off with a foot already on the sands before she sucked in a deep breath and checked herself. She wasn't permitted to step out there, and even if she were she could not allow herself to do so now. What if she impressed as well, just like Serain had? Then there'd be no free healers to tend to the injured and that would be unacceptable. Hera crooning worriedly in her ear Lasela frowned at the two nocturnals that were the source of the commotion, in particular the poor little one that didn't even care to move and only cried. Squaring her shoulders she turned away from the sands and marched purposefully to the few supplies that had been brought up from the infirmary.
Suleth and his rider were the first off the sands and the dragon was eating eagerly when Lasela approached the worrying K'tol at his side. The cut's along Suleth's side were the most prominent of his various nicks, but even these were shallow and bled only a little ichor. She did wipe them down, Suleth rolling his eyes momentarily at her because of the light sting before going back to his food, but found that they mostly didn't need any tending beyond a smear of numbweed to keep them stinging too much or itching once the dragonling was oiled. They'd be closed and healed within a few days thanks to the rapid growth of hatchlings.
Finished with the first of her patients she straightened up in time to see E'rov's wave to her. Glad to see that the other hatchling had impressed and was off the sands she waved back to show that she'd seen him and made her way through the growing crowd of weyrlings.
The first thing that struck her immediately was the fact that Tiauth wasn't eating. That alone being a testament to the pain she was in. "I'm sorry, it took me so long to come see you." She said, the statement directed to both of them.
It wasn't too hard to find Tiauth's injury the green ichor, standing out against otherwise creamy skin, driped lazily from the dragonet's drooping wing. She could see the gash, but not treat it like this. Kneeling down beside the dragon she gave the both it and E'rov reassuring smiles, a sentiment echoed by a croon from Hera, as she reached out her hands towards Tianuth. E'rov was a familiar face, and she trusted that he'd had enough lessons and experience from his living at the weyr to coax the dragonling into listening in the case that it might not be inclined too.
"This will probably hurt, but could you open your wing for me?" She asked the dragonet before her hand's made contact with it. Experience has taught her that with dragons it was always helpful to ask first before assuming to get too touchy. Otherwise one could find themselves at the wrong end of claws or teeth despite their best intentions.
"What are your names, now?" She asked the both, hoping to provide conversation as a small distraction from the injury.
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Post by redwerecat on Nov 28, 2012 1:52:06 GMT -5
((Spontaneous filler post.))
M'khor seems to be amused by the hatchlings, chuckling softly to himself and running one hand along Bukharmath's flank. He's happy, watching, and it brings back fond memories of his own stint on the sands. He remembers how hot the sand was beneath his feet- he can still feel the waves of heat hitting him from the observation areas. (Bukharmath loves it.)
M'khor is doing more than watching though. He's guessing, judging, trying to figure out ahead of time where the problem spots are going to be. He flicks a sidelong glance at J'tol, wondering if the current candidate master would have anything to pass on...he saw the look when that lemur boy wandered in, and M'khor is just secretly relieved that the lad impressed a Nocturnal. THAT class would be out of his jurisdiction... no, he gets the day-walking winglets, and he's keeping a close eye on each of the hatched diurnal dragons.
Any thoughts...? Bukharmath says, already having prepared a few opinions of his own.
Hmmm. Not yet. The girl with the red looks surprised... but the one with the green. She seems promising.
Oh, yes, I'm sure. Provided she doesn't mouth off at us. And the red is an idiot. He'll need supervision.
M'khor rolls his eyes. Oh, really?
Yes. But that blue looked promising. And the Rose, not a bad deal.
And you're not biased toward blues...
Bukharmath mantles his wings and looks insulted. We ARE the best color.
And the browns, any opinion...? M'khor says, making a further note to keep an eye on the black-tinted hatchling, the unusual one.
Hm. The dark one is odd, but the other...we shall see.
How cryptic.
Hello pot, this is Kettle. You're black.
M'khor snorted, and tilted his head back to poke the tip of one of his horns into the blue's side. You're not even a little bit funny.
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Post by summerrain on Nov 28, 2012 9:09:01 GMT -5
Ik'tamal's eyes widened at the ichor filling the Sands. Azurath's head came around and nudged his good leg. They have not gone between yet. As long as they get to the dragonhealer, they should be fine.
You're... You're right... Ik'tamal agreed with the Purple. But that doesn't make it any easier to watch. _________
Mikan wanted to help the poor dragon! The creening was heartbreaking. Before she got the chance, a boy came from behind her, and Mikan realized that the two had Impressed. She sighed quietly, but wasn't entirely too upset. There hadn't been any Queens yet. Maybe Mikan wasn't going to Impress because she was destined for a Queen? Well, whatever the case, she was a full two years younger than her brother had been when he Impressed. Maybe if she was older she'd Impress something better than just a little Purple. Little dragons were charming, but it was the big dragons that she really loved. ______
Tera was on her feet, hands clenched to the rail that separated the Stands from the Sands. That one... No! Go find Yours, you tiny dragon! It couldn't between, there were too many people that might need it. She was relieved when she saw the little one with the damaged wing follow a boy off the Sands. She was too anxious to sit back down, though. There were only a few eggs left. What would Hatch from those?
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Post by catnip on Dec 2, 2012 12:33:53 GMT -5
"We understand," E'rov said, his hand caressing Tiauth's eyeridges. They hadn't waited that long in any case, and if they wouldn't have impressed, it would have been even longer of a wait.
It was obvious that Tiauth didn't want to spread her wing, but E'rov knew that she would need to, that it wouldn't be able to be treated if she didn't."Go ahead, love," he encouraged Tiauth, "she's going to make the pain go away."
The little lash spread her wing out slowly, her eyes whirling in pain. Hurts.
"It'll be okay," he crooned back to her, keeping one hand on her head. "This is Tiauth, and I'm E'rov now." He grinned, but it soon faded. "You will be able to help her, right?"
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Post by miashin on Dec 3, 2012 0:26:06 GMT -5
"I wouldn't have my Journeyman knot if I couldn't." Lasela replied to E'rov as she helped Tiauth hold her wings open with a hand on the spar bone and forearm each. The wound was a single long gash along the second sail starting along the minor joint and ending just before the trailing edge. It wasn't a light injury but it certainly wasn't as terrible as she had feared it might be. With the trailing edge still intact the worst of her fears were assuaged.
"Alright Tianuth, I'm sorry we had to meet like this. I'm going to have to clean this out before applying the numbweed. I need you to be brave just a little longer." That was the trick with all wing injuries, although the sails were some of the fastest healing parts of a dragon, they were often one of the most sensitive. A similar gash on her side would have hurt far less than here on the wing.
With one hand still bracing the wing on the first finger joint she began to clean the area around the laceration. She didn't want to clear off all the ichor on the cut as the congealing dragon's blood would help close and heal the wound. She cleaned the run off and the sand that had been congealed into the ichor which started the wound bleeding fresh ichor again. But with the wound clean she was quick to apply a liberal amount of numbweed to its surface. This process she repeated along both the inner and outer sides of the wing.
Once the numbweed began to take effect she took out a jar and applied a light coating of thin nearly colorless cream to the wound, after which she carefully guided the wing closed. Her focus had been so thorough that if anyone had said anything to her during the treatment she hadn't heard it, but now with a deep sigh she stood and dusted off her robes.
"You'll be just fine now." She said to Tianuth before turning to E'rov with a serious expression. "Usually an injury like that would take over a month to heal but this little lady won't take nearly as long. It's fortunate for her that she'll be doing a lot of growing so it shouldn't take much more than three sevenday."
She reached down and then handed the small jar of cream she had used earlier to E'rov. "This is Dragon's Tongue, make sure to apply it to the wound before you oil her. There'll be numbweed available in the barracks and apply that if it starts to hurt too terribly for her, but try to be a little sparring. She shouldn't move her wing much for the first sevenday, and try to go light on it for the two sevenday after that."
She took a deep breath after that little speech, falling out of workmode, and giving him a smile. "Any questions?"
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