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 Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 6:38 am
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The winter’s sickness swept through their ranks, incapacitating many of the young riders with dangerously high fevers, while others found themselves plagued with less severe but still miserable symptoms. It may have seemed frightening, but this disease was nowhere near on the scale of last year’s illness, thank Faranth. There were young, distressed dragons that needed to be tended to while their bondmates recovered under the careful scrutiny of the healers, and after discussions with the Candidatemaster, A’zota had been ordered to gather both the current Weyrlings and candidates for an impromptu talk. The gaunt man looked more haggard than usual, dark circles under his eyes as he stared impassively at the young faces staring back at him. In the back of his mind, he could feel Eriath’s pain throbbing through their shared link, but merely shifted his stance as though to dismiss it. “Listen up,” He spoke quietly, but with the easy authority of a man used to speaking to large groups of people. “No doubt you’ve been made aware of the illness running through the Weyr. We’ve got young, distressed dragons that need to be fed, bathed, and oiled.”
He paused for a moment, his eyes sweeping over the candidates in particular. “These dragons are upset. Some might be more prone to reacting poorly. They’re still young enough that there’s a very real risk of them going Between if they get spooked. You keep your thoughts positive, and you remain calm when you’re near them. The Queens will be soothing them, but that isn’t an excuse to act like a wherry-brained lump. This is an extremely rare privilege for you lot. Your actions here today will reflect on your future here at High Reaches. Remember what you’ve been taught, don’t be stupid, and things will be fine. Speak up if you need to and don’t hesitate to ask questions.” And if they needed any further warnings, F’dral’s bronze Sinrunth was looming close by, ready to immediately report to the new Candidatemaster if his charges so much as put a toe out of line. If they did, A’zota could only imagine that they would be immediately ejected from the Weyr.
The unmistakable sound of wings grew near as the dragons of both the assistants and masters arrived, each bearing herdbeast carcasses that they dropped a safe distance away. “Some of you can assist in butchering those with Assistant W’tarl,” A’zota continued, reaching back to pull his disheveled hair up to better tie it out of the way. “Others can grab bathing tools and follow me.” There were an assortment of brushes, buckets of oil, and other necessary equipment that would be needed for bathing dragons. Without pause, the dark-haired rider led his group towards the dragons that still lingered outside of the healers’ station. Other figures of authority were stationed throughout the group, and could follow along to assist as needed.
“Do not crowd any of the weyrlings.” His tone was tired, but his eyes were focused straight ahead. “Some may not feel like interacting, no matter what you do. Don’t force your attention on them if it’s clear that they don’t want it. Some might need a delicate touch. Yes, they need to eat, and yes, they need to be oiled, but forcing anything on them is a mistake. Now, look sharp. We’re here.”
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Those who remained to start butchering the beasts that had been brought to them would be greeted by the familiar Candidatemaster Assistant, W'tarl - who had retained his honor of getting to help with those who were eager to impress still. Those that hadn't been sent home, at least. Altoth still keened across their bond - justifiably so with the state her wing and shoulder were in - but he trusted her enough in the company of healers and her favorite of browns to not need him there at every waking moment.
Frankly, he looked rougher than comfortable, one of his legs splinted and supported with a crutch and a smatter of awful bruises from the collision that had mangled his lifemate.
"Butchering meat for a baby dragon will be the first task you are ever set to, after impressing, so this is a good chance to get an idea of how well you handle the task - if you don't like it now, you'll have time to change your mind," though he didn't suspect any who had made it to this point would pass up on the option to be bonded with a dragon over some blood.
Limping over, W'tarl took up one of the knives. "If you don't know how to handle a knife for butchering, talk to me. Otherwise..." he took the knife carefully as he moved over to one of the beasts the dragons had brought for them to tend to and sunk it into the beast's gut with a sickening, slick sound. "This hide is thicker than your skin, you'll slice your fingers right off if you are not careful. Now, if you're squeamish, I'd look away now." It took both hands for the assistant to pull the blade through that delicate abdominal flesh, muscle struggling against the sharp edge. Once split, however, W'tarl opened the flesh, gesturing another assistant to help him keep it exposed.
"You'll want to cut this lining here that keeps all these lower organs in to remove them - keep a careful eye out for the kidneys and livers - those are worth keeping in tact, even if not fed to a baby dragon," he gestured to those, setting them aside for whatever purpose he was thinking of.
"Once cleaned, you can begin to remove the muscle from bone," he continued to slice as he spoke, "don't worry too much about the size - the Weyrlings are large enough that bigger cuts are fine - and they're not desparately hungry for their first meal to the point of eating so quickly they'll choke if not small enough for them," mostly. Some still were, perhaps, but it wasn't extremely common.
"We do have buckets to make the large chunks easier to transport," he gestured to them. "If you want more step by step, feel free to watch as I work here. Otherwise, if you're confident enough, pick up a knife, get started - two or three to animal will go quickest - and I'll be available for questions if you have them."
And then, he waved them off.
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Hello, and welcome to Dragon Tending 101!
Please keep the following rules in mind.
Any current Weyrlings (Tea, Magic clutches), candidates, and other Weyrling/candidatemasters/assistants may participate!
IC Actions will result in IC Consequences. Remember this!
If you’ve rolled for your Weyrling to be sick (this thread here!), feel free to RP your distressed babies! They are being soothed by Queens, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t still unhappy!
Please mark the top of your post with bold text with whether your character is helping to prepare meat or getting ready to assist with bathing!
Let people volunteer their babies before interacting with them! Remember, both Weyrlings and candidates would be trained on how to approach and behave around young dragons, such as not huddling all around one baby, etc.
Queens/other dragons may attempt to gently convince babies to participate, but they will not be forced. With their riders ill and potentially in no position to reassure them, forcing an already upset baby could have dire consequences.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 7:11 am
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Healer/Bathing Station
Martirae didn't much fancy being sick, and despite her pride pushing her through how she had handled the cold of High Reaches, the young goldrider had absolutely become putty in the hands of the healers. Perhaps it was funny to watch such an assertive being fuss over being sick. But if Martirae was being too much with it, Anakumath's unease over the woman's ill was more than enough to justify it.
The young gold was settled in the sand outside of the healer's station, eyes ever yellow with the anxiousness that was natural to her. At first she didn't even look towards the candidates who were drawing closer, too busy nosing at her clutchsiblings to check after them - especially one bronze brother who seemed to be beside himself with worry.
The healers will make him better than ever. You will see, she thrummed soothingly, offering all of the love in the world.
After a few moments, however, Anakumath turned her head towards the Weyrlingmaster Assistant with a soft croon. Good day, A'zota. Who have you brought with you? she soon turned her attentions to the candidates, leaning her head out to any close enough to be offered a gentle boop of her snout against the tops of their heads. And hello to you all as well.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 7:56 am
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Taoloth||Healer//Bathing Station
Once Tahirah had been taken to the healers for running that high fever, Taoloth spent much of his time positioned outside. The small brown had tried to squeeze in to follow after his but found that he could not very well fit anymore. The worry he felt for his rider had caused his hide to turn a slight ashen color and his eyes constantly flickered between yellow and grey.
For her part, Tahirah was doing her best, when she was conscious, to project feelings of love back to the young dragon. It helped, slightly, but Taoloth knew he wouldn't be content until she was out of the healer station and back to normal. This was a new experience and one he wished he wasn't having to go through.
There was no solace even found in the fact that other clutchmates were going through the same, his only focus was upon his Tahirah. It caused him to ignore those who were coming around them, eyes just staring into where the healers were.
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Tierth||Healer//Bathing Station
Stationed not far from the Healers, Tierth was doing his best to try and help cheer up and play with his siblings that were also there. He had spent a moment trying to get Taoloth to play but the brown had just...ignored him. It caused the blue to pause for a moment before he turned to someone else. While yes he was just as worried for his L'ius as all the others were, he was doing his best to keep his spirits high. This wouldn't be the end for his L'ius and he, they were bound to be heroes and do great things. His was stronger then whatever sickness he was battling.
The positive feeling that just flowed through Tierth and towards L'ius helped keep the young man's spirits up and honestly he was doing his best to try and help, when he was able. That was more trying to talk to those in the beds next to him, offering them support and kindness.
Tierth turns yellow eyes flicked with green towards his sweet golden sister and as she reached out towards the candidates that were coming near he bounded over to them. He couldn't help the small rump wiggle as he came to a skidded halt in front of them.
Ohohohoh! Are you here to play?! We can all form teams and play as knights! It will be so much fun! Mine has been bedridden and hasn't had the energy to play with me!. His front legs were moving restlessly, like Tierth wanted to run through them, trying to get their attention and get them to play with him as well.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 8:03 am
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Dr'cul of Blue Harneth||Meat Station
Dr'cul stood up straight as he listened to A'zota speak, his grey eyes moving to look through the faces of those who were situated around. There was a certain candidate he was looking for, though he would never outright call out to her. Harneth, for his part, was situated near the Healer's, though the blue was not there because his rider was sick, it was more moral support for his siblings and the younger weyrlings. He was more off to the side and watched as A'zota and the candidates began to approach.
For his part, Dr'cul moved off to where W'tarl was. He knew what to do here, as a weyrling he was use to butchering meat for Harneth, though the blue was now to the point where he was going after his own food and didn't need his rider's help anymore.
His hand picked up a blade, it had once been larger then he was used to and know it felt as if it fit his hand perfectly. He listened absentmindedly as W'tarl spoke to those who didn't know what to do, before he moved towards one of the herdbeasts to get started.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 8:51 am
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Ingonth // Bathing Station
Ingonth was fine. He was alert, he had been eating regularly, and he was in perfect physical health for a blue his age, thank you very much. If that alertness came with eyes so bright a green they were almost yellow, if he jumped at the slightest unexpected sounds while consuming his wherry, if he was even more insufferably haughty than usual, well, no one had commented on it to him.
While the fact remained that he was flawless, Ingonth could reluctantly admit that he needed a scrubbing. When T'rin was awake, he wearily concurred. So, it was with his second favorite runner blanket secured around his shoulders that the tall dragon made his way over to the candidates on bathing duty, nosing at the clasp and letting the fabric fall to the ground at the most dramatic moment possible.
Wash me. He wasn't crass enough to add "peasants" to his demand, but it wasn't hard to hear it there anyway.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2019 3:05 pm
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arlie & white alegriath - bathing station
The sickness that swept over High Reaches hadn’t left her quite unscathed; Arlie still had the sniffles from her three day cold. But she was able to move, and she had hated feeling like a burden on the already stressed healers, and so she took Alegriath with her to see if they could help. The little white was so proud of her initiative and let her know all the way along.
Ohhh, there’s a whole clawful here, Alegriath noted, reaching out with her mind to touch some of the dragons there. Poor dears. They must be so bored stuck here...
While the dragonet conjured a plan, Arlie, her hands held chest high and curled, looked for direction from one of the healers on where to go. One pointed her to helping wash the dragons of those who were too sick or injured to do so, and she was quick to grab a bucket and brush. The question was, which dragon first?
I think—Oh, Skerath is here! Ale cheeped a greeting as she nuzzled her sister. She was now about the size some of the larger clutchsibs had been on hatching, Hello, Ms. Iathe! Hello, Sister Skery! Do you need a wash? Mine, you can help her! After all, she was a Known Dragon, and she wasn’t bad like other people thought, and Arlie being friends with her and Iathe would be the absolute best!
Arlie hesitated. It was a point of...if not contention, at least some tension between them. It had been Skerath’s angry dive through the candidates that had driven her to panic and leave Haveli, which had then snowballed into a terrible situation on its own. While she wasn’t one to assign blame to anyone but herself—and Arlie still felt guilty about it, months later—she wasn’t keen on going close to someone who clearly didn’t want to be bothered. Then again, dragons needed to keep clean...
“W...ould you mind?” she asked the green rider pair in a small voice.
Confident this was going to go well, Alegriath let them be, hopping up to boop noses with Anakumath and Ingonth in passing; Taoloth didn’t seem to notice her, but she bopped his shoulder instead. (Everyone was getting so big! It was kind of funny!) Brother Tierth! Ale called, hwonking her hello before going to boop him as well. I have an idea! We should make a play for everyone here! It’s like playing, but there’s an audience! That way everyone won’t be bored while they do their tasks!
Because even she had the vague notion that, sad as it was, the candidates were not supposed to be playing with them.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2019 9:49 pm
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Ce'rian & green Cythereath -- Currently just somewhere in the middle.... Happy to drag her to either station though! 
The delicate green was looking paler than usual--and more grey than green. Her large eyes--so often sporting a purple sheen--now had none of that color present. Instead, they whirled a peculiar grey-yellow, proof of her despair. In fact, pain seemed to exude from her very being. If ever a hatchlings hearts were broken, little Cythereath's were it. How could something so wretched like this happen? Her poor, beloved rider was feeling oh-so-poorly! For the past few days he had been miserably ill...
To feel him so sick, to know of his pain, of his embarrassment, of his misery, and to be able to do nothing about it was a terrible burden to the green. Pride had kept him from going to the infirmary right away, but eventually, his sickness had become too great a burden; no, he needed extra care only a healer could provide. Unfortunately, by no longer being in the weyrling Barracks, it meant that Cythereath could no longer see her most Beloved.
So it was, for the first time since they had Impressed, the little darling had found herself very much alone. Her rider tried to send her encouragement and assurances, but when he wasn't getting ill at the latrines, he was sleeping on and off. Oh.... Oh, how she wished she could curl around him. Now what was she to do?
Cythereath creeled pitifully. She looked like a wilted flower, wings and neck drooped, tail dragging behind her. She hardly seemed to know where to go, or who to turn to... Where was dear Saeveth? Or Skerath? Or Taoloth? Or Cadereth? Or Mosmordeth? or Bossuth? Where were her beloved dears and darlings, and... why was no one comforting her so?!
The green creed piteously, unsure where to go. She wished to be as close to the infirmary as possible, and yet... was it wrong to wish to be bathed and oiled? It might not be Ce'rian doing it, but... perhaps if she felt clean, he would feel less repulsed with himself in turn. Still... the green did not wish to look disloyal. So she hesitated....unsure of her choices. |
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2019 12:21 pm
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Rune and Green Saevath - Meat Station 
She'd given up all her rest days. One big fight, and Saevath mouthing off meant even though she was still coughing and easily winded, she and the Green were there to do as they were told. Butchering was something the girl had experience with, since the early days had seen her working with Runners, and little Saevath seemed to rather enjoy the blood. Rune had little to no doubt that the Green might bathe in it if she were given a chance. Indeed, the red-eyed creature was under foot as Rune set to the tash before her, paying little to no attention to anyone else. No one else mattered, but the weyrlings. Well, to her at least.
Saevath was another story. Red eyes tinted with specks of blue as she slunk her mass around and through Candidates, almost daring them to try and feed her. Hers was being weak and silly at the moment, so why NOT taunt? Why not play? At least until she heard the creel. It was that which caused the Green to barrel through anyone in her way, getting to Cythereath's side. The little Green was all Saevath cared about right now, trilling in love and sweet kindness, nuzzling the other, and trying to offer comfort, Cythereath, love of my hearts, sweetest Green...Come, where can I take you? I am your devoted servant for the day. For she would do anything for this Green. Her sister was everything to her.
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2019 7:05 pm
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Kinye - Healer's Station (dying, not helping)
There were small and pretty greens all about out there, and there she was, stuck in a bed and unable to greet them all properly. But she could see them - and sent the most loving thoughts a little green-loving girl could their way when they were trying not to die.
Maybe Karone could take care of one of them for her? If he wanted to, at least. But the love was there, at least, if care was not.
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Juhvek - Somewhere in the middle.
Baby dragons were...cute when they weren't actively murdering the candidates hoping to be theirs and just simply existing in a state of desperation. Except these ones were - and there was one in particular who seemed to have become uncertain with where they wanted to be.
He'd been following after A'zota when he'd noticed the pale little green sitting off on her own, everything about her wilted in the same way that it had been at the Hatching as well. Cythereath, if he recalled? Even as another green (one who was very likely responsible for the savagery that marked his arms) came to greet her, he too approached, kneeling before the pair.
"Hello, dear. Where is yours?" Juhvek could see Rune over at the meat station, butchering with W'tarl which meant that Saevath was likely not needing extra assistance. "What can I do for you and Yours?"
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Kahbrohm - Meat Station
Kahbrohm had helped butcher meat before and it wasn't the most disgusting of tasks. But his brow was set in a serious leer, a common look on his face since before the hatching, to be honest. It had simply become more permanent, and if he could have been somewhere else, he possibly would have.
Or if a certain green had reared her head for some attention, he'd have been over there in a moment.
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Fahn - Bathing Station
Fahn stared back at the little blue upon his reveal, smiling as she got down on one knee in front of Ingonth. "Well you know how to make an entrance, now don't you?" she asked - rather, praised behind the veil of a question.
"How do you prefer your baths?" the question was directed at Ingonth, but she did have the manners to look towards T'rin in acknowledgement afterwards.
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2019 7:17 pm
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Martirae and Anakumath - Healer's Station ---> Meat Station Lawd she movin'
So many of her siblings were in various states of upset, and after briefly checking in on her Martirae (who had certainly perked up, but wanted to be sure) Anakumath began to pace between her clutchmates. Taoloth was offered a nuzzle, the top of her head lingering against one of the dear brown's cheeks. I will be here if you need me - yours is strong and she will be back to you soon, she said, but didn't linger for long, not wishing to intrude.
Tierth was offered a similar gentle nudge of her head, though she made no motion to interrupt his play. He seemed to be feeling up and at 'em, so it was best to let him do as he wished if it kept his spirits high.
She peered thoughtfully at Ingonth from afar, not wishing to throw off his groove but offering a wave of love his way none the less.
As Alegriath came by, Anakumath leaned in to boop her nose against the white's, sending wave upon wave of affection to her small sister as she went to join Tierth to keep them both entertained. Very good. Crossing the area, she paused to look at the young man who had approached her two green sisters, nosing at Juhvek's hair briefly before nuzzling both Cythereath and Saevath.
Then, she looked upon the older blue who was one of hers, but not one of hers, reaching out towards Harneth mentally in greeting. I am pleased to see you and yours are well, Harneth. Is there any aid I can offer in these times?
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 4:24 pm
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Weyrlingmaster A'zota/Bathing Station
The man dipped his head curtly towards one of the young queens as she not only chosen to acknowledge them, but spoke to him in turn. "Good day, Anakumath," His tone was gruff, but not impolite. "Weyrlings and candidates both, here to assist the younger dragons whose riders have fallen ill. His eyes cut briefly towards Ingonth, but it appeared as though one of the Candidates had responded almost immediately to his demands. The other young dragons were watched carefully for a moment, and he folded his arms as he looked over each in them in turn. He intended to start with the ones that were in the most need of care.... or reining in. Two greens in particular came to mind...
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Green Skerath/Bathing Station
Her overly long talons wanted to rend something into bloody pieces. Not only had Iathe fallen ill, but something had gotten her lifemate angry--and that was reason enough for Skerath to fall into a vicious temper. Even now, glowered balefully at the gathered group of humans, her eyes whirling a deep crimson while her tail snapped to-and-fro with something very close to hate.
Cythereath would receive the barest touch of reassurance on her mind, the heat of her emotions still burning bright.
Her attention snapped to Alegriath at once, though her low, hissing rumble of warning did little to ward off her ever exuberant sister. Skerath grudgingly allowed the nuzzle, slanting her gaze towards the white's rider. While Alegriath somehow managed to avoid being confronted with her nastier replies, the same courtesy would not extend to this human. How dare they all be healthy when her Iathe was not? How dare they assume she was a burden, that Skerath needed to be care for? Her neck snaked forward, and she allowed her jaws to close with a snap next to Arlie to better assess her with one, burning eye. Why ask? Go. Find another who might be convinced to stand your timid mewling. Her jaws parted slightly so a guttural hiss could squeeze past her curved teeth.
Iathe stirred from her feverish dreams, unconsciously reaching out for her green, and Skerath immediately paused, her irate attention towards Arlie instantly forgotten as she focused on sending every bit of unshaken determination back towards her rider.
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Bronze Slidrianth/Bathing Station
The vain bronze was curled quietly near the healers' station, his beautiful hide more grey than its usual, shining radiance. As confident as his golden sister was, he had heard the thoughts of these healers. They did not know if D'zrak would recover... He had to, of course. He had already made Slidrianth wait and look like a fool upon the day of his hatching--he wouldn't dare leave him. He wasn't allowed. The approach of both young riders and candidates was enough to make him heave a quiet sigh, but Slidrianth forced himself to his feet, regarding them with murky, blue-grey eyes.
Ah... but there was still much work to be done, he saw.
Ignoring the humans for now, Slidrianth shifted towards Taoloth, nuzzling the brown's neck with his nose just as Anakumath had. Come now, brother. Yours is every bit as clever as you, isn't she? You know she won't be beaten by some silly disease, of all things... But he, too, would not linger long. If Taoloth wished to be left alone, forcing matters would be both irritating and rude.
Though Saevath had their dear sister well in claw, Slidrianth didn't hesitate to approach the pair. He nudged each of them gently, extending all the warmth and love that he could at the moment for each. Sweetest Cythereath, fret not. Your beloved will be better soon... Perhaps, in the meantime, dear Saevath can make certain you are tended to? You still deserve to be given the best of attention, after all...
And so did he. Sigh. How could D'zrak let such a thing happen to him?
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 5:52 pm
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Cavera & Blue Aviforth
The usually energetic and vibrant blue was looking so lost, so very grey for his usually saturated tones. The stars upon his hide more like speckles of ash. He looked very out of place, his wings hovering to an uncertain degree--and his head kept swinging back towards the direction of the infirmary. Cavera had been sick, and he was loathe to leave her side for even a moment. Aviforth was meant to take His to the stars, to always make her laugh and smile. So when he tried to hearten her, and her laughs turned to raspy coughs, he had been at a total loss.
He peeks around, looking at cousins and siblings. Bossuth is nowhere to be seen yet, but he’s sure the pair will be around soon. He spies Ingonth getting ready to be oiled and bathed, and takes a hesitant step towards his cousin. Anakumath was making rounds, like the sweetheart his sister was. Skerath was being her fierce self, and it was heartening a touch to see. Yet where he would have bound over eagerly, he finds himself hesitating. He’s hungry, and he’s a bit filthy. Maybe it would help ease Cavera’s mind if he was taken care of, so she didn’t feel she was slacking on him--not that she ever could. But all he desired was returning to her side.
Maybe he’d just.. sit a moment.
Quote: Birbblu is gonna… sit there a minute.
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I’lin & Bronze Pellereth
Pellereth took a deeper, measured breath--happy with how he seemed to finally be over the lingering fatigue that wanted to sap all his energy--to the point where breathing had been a bit of a chore. Yet his energy was returning, and thus he was in much better spirits. It didn’t stop him from worrying about his fellow family, though. I’lin’s hand was a warm reassurance on their neck, as they went to take a station at the bathing station.
Looking over his siblings and cousins, Pellereth wanted to reassure them all. They were his family, and he’d do anything for them. Yet he can only pass on what he can. As he walks in step with His, he sends a tentative warmth to his sister Anakumath, for he has such a softness for his beloved sister. He paused as his facets spied Cythereath, unsure. For he wasn’t fond of her choice in companionship--that bronze in particular--he was loathe to see her upset. He sent the barest of warmth to her; not for an unwillingness of any kind, but for that he was unsure if he was welcome to give comfort. All will be well, sister. All will be okay.
With a nod, he trotted to catch up to His, and spied a familiar bronze he had been worried over since they had found him and his rider who had been out of sorts. A gentle wave of warmth was cast to Slidrianth, keeping his distance as he spied Taoloth. I hope Yours is feeling better.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 5:59 pm
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 Zyamel & Venandith
Zyamel was feeling substantially better than she had a few days prior. While she had been far too stubborn to actually admit that she'd been feeling miserable, thankfully, whatever that had been ailing her had passed. She was grateful to be feeling back to her old self, especially with so many of her peers down with whatever illness was creeping through the Barracks.
Her eyes drifted over those gathered. There were riders, Candidates, and weyrlings alike, along with some adult dragons. She gave a small shake of her head at the little ones that were looking forlorn or grey-toned. "Poor loves," she murmured to herself. The sooner their riders were better, the better for them all. Until then, though, it was time to get them some comfort and care.
Venandith, for his part, was only too happy to strut along with His. The large brown made an imposing figure, or at least, he liked to believe as much. He walked with out a care in the world, wings folded against his back, chest puffed out, and his eyes whirling a bright blue-green. Bits of yellow-white from worry did find their way in now and again as he studied some of his more depressed clutchsiblings, but Venandith had no doubt that all would be well.
Rest assure, beloveds, your Venandith is here to help right the wrongs. Come, come... Fret not, but rest beneath my wings if you need. He reached out to all of his fellow weyrlings, sending an assuring wave of fondness to them all. Or if there is something I might do, some way to lift your spirits, simply say the word and it shall be done with great haste. See? How generous a brown he was... He wouldn't let his clutchmates suffer so.
In this moment his words were genuine. For once, he wasn't thinking about himself.... at least not much. He was proud of himself and his rider for staying well and managing to make it through all right. Surely, both were too clever to fall so ill, and far too strong. They were perfect in every way, so it made sense Zyamel had fought through with little issue. Privately, to his rider, he questioned, Which of them shall we fuss over first? I'm sure once they see my beautiful face, and yours, their spirits will surely lift.
Zyamel gave a snort. I don't doubt that, darling, but do try to be gentle with their pain. Some of our peers are in awfully bad shape. She stressed, hoping that her brown's self-centered nature wouldn't get him into trouble. While she knew her lifemates heart's were actually in the right place, his ego sometimes got in the way of his good intentions. She didn't blame him, of course, but now wasn't a good time to ruffle a wherries feathers....
[[Venandith's at your service... ;3 ]] |
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 9:00 pm
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Calla & Blue Florianth -- Healer//Bathing Station
So many in the Weyr were under the weather, and Calla was worst-case-scenario-ing herself right into the infirmary in her mind, over and over. The night before, her head was swimming and even Florianth was not his usual bouncy self. A few strong hot drinks, and the young weyrling had finally gotten to sleep in the Western Barracks. In the morning, she awoke just before dawn feeling more energized than she had in the past Sevenday.
Florianth, too, seem cheered by her additional pep, and they arrived to work that day happy to get their hands dirty. Literally, it would seem. Calla side-stepped over to the healers and bathing station without batting an eyelash. She'd rather oil a hide than hack up meat. Her hands were still sore from her chore rotation cleaning feeding pens. Soaking them in oil would do her some good too.
Most of the dragons were being taken too so Calla fell into place running back and forth, bringing clean rags -- Florianth helped too, heaping a few onto his back. Calla spotted one of her weyrlingmates who she had first psuedo-bonded with after they had first Bonded: Arlie. The other weyrling was already at work and so Calla fell in beside her. "I can be your assistant," she said, offering some fresh rags. "Make me feel useful."
Florianth, meanwhile, gave his gold sibling a bit of a bow, and then stalked calmly after the lovely little white, Alegriath. Lady Alegriath, glad to see you looking well. If dragons could waggle an eyebrow, he maybe did something of the sort, and then sent out calming waves to the other dragons nearby who were under the weather.
medigel My pair are bothering yours.
demon_pachabel Florianth bowed to goldsister in passing like a gentleman. |
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