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Jul 15, 2010 8:43:24 GMT -5
Post by Kira on Jul 15, 2010 8:43:24 GMT -5
Oh dear. :x Certainly understandable, of course. RL takes precedence, as always, and you can't really force your muse anyway.
I hope talking to the neurosurgeon comes out with the best (and cheapest! |D) possible route.
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Post by Kira on Jul 15, 2010 8:39:02 GMT -5
Tess had to remind herself that it wasn't becoming of a lady to swear. This, of course, did not diminish her urge to, but it did help to keep her tongue in check.
There were times when the infirmary was quiet enough to hear a pin drop and she had to fight to stay awake because - face it - eventually you run out of things to do. ...And then there were nights like this one. Snapping out a few orders to her assistants, Tess finally got that sharding bone set. It was luckily an easy fracture, and one that didn't require opening the poor man up. Or, rather, poor idiot as that was the only thing you could really call someone who thought pretending he was swashbuckling along one of the docked boats' masts, drunk or not.
Even with sedatives, it had been a chore, and she'd needed several of her burlier assistants' help in pinning the rest of the writing man down. But, now, it was done, and she could now see to the new patient Batavia had informed her of. An apprentice could handle the cast.
Making sure to clean her hands thoroughly, she donned a sterile robe to protect her from excess blood and stepped into the area behind the curtain. She hesitated for only a moment to take an inward breath. That was a lot of blood. "S'lain, Batavia, ...Wherhandler, wher," she greeted briskly, after giving the woman a once-over and seeing the wher. In the back of her mind, she took the time to sigh and mumble about how she'd found yet another person she'd have to call in to go over their medical history for.
Slathering her own hands in redwort, she took in the exposed injuries. "Shallow, surface wounds. Careful, though. There's a lot of blood, so it could have nicked a major bloodvessel." At that, she began to prod gently around a few of the wounds that were near arteries that were close to the skin. Satisfied that none of them were that serious - just that there were a lot of them - she quietly asked Batavia to hand her a suturing needle. She had stood opposite of S'lain, so she couldn't get to it herself without leaning over the patient - generally a bad idea.
"I take it from what I walked in hearing that you don't know the cause? Where was he found?" she asked as she worked, closing the worst gash first with deft fingers. Not a knife, not a wherry...it would have to be a tiny wher, if it was one. "Slashers grip with the forelegs and try to disembowel with the back claws. These are all reaching upward with the claws, not down. Probably the front claws..." Flicking her gaze back to the wherhandler long enough to ensure she knew she was being spoken to, she continued. "I assume you're Nightwatch, correct? Would you be able to secure the area he was found in? I don't think anyone would be able to identify tracks in the dark. I'm sure that our various guards," a small smile to the wher, "would like to know what they should watch for, and I would certainly like to know what I can expect coming in to me."
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Post by Kira on Jul 14, 2010 11:48:03 GMT -5
I will try my best, darling. <3 Though, really, ya'll can come to me on a regular basis anyway. XD Rouxy's the head mod and has to approve some stuff, but I can handle most of it, haha. And I have her number and live 10 minutes away to bug her about stuff normally. XD
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Post by Kira on Jul 14, 2010 10:07:36 GMT -5
I'll still be around and about for all your mod needs. :3 On Saturday and Sunday, though, if you need anything: send me a PM. I'll be at work most of those days, and while I can get on the boards, it blocks CBox. ;__; I'll make sure to refresh even more often just in case. I'm also usually around on AIM: KiraRP. Feel free to chat me up over whatever. :3 And though I said it already: have fun, Rouxy~. <3<3<3
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Post by Kira on Jul 13, 2010 12:32:37 GMT -5
This was not going to be a good morning. L'cin sighed again, for probably the ninetieth time in the past few minutes. He loved his sister - no, really, he did! - but sometimes... He hefted the weight on his back again, trying to make her somehow less heavy.
"Quit m'vin' so m'ch," came the miserable reply from buried in his shoulder. He sighed again and rolled his eyes. Yes, he loved her, or he would have dropped her by now. He could feel their dragons trailing after them. Queth was curious and amused, but nothing could dim his spirits over the promised lessons. Feynth was going back and forth at being amused at what S'ren had done to herself and sympathy for his rider; the fact that he could feel the echo of the effects himself kept tipping that balance back and forth and adding a note of annoyance.
"You should probably try to wake up more. M'ma might be slightly sympathetic because of the feast, but there's no way you're getting out of at least the morning's duties."
"D'nt talk s' loud..." Today was going to be a long day.
It had taken awhile for then both to get used to waking up early at Silver Cove when they'd first come. They were certainly both accustomed to waking with the sun, yes, but that had been at Ista and Telgar where the sun rose several hours later. Those frantic two months at Silver Cove were mostly filled with grabbing sleep when you could, and if you couldn't sleep then you were helping somewhere. Cerulean had been only slightly less frantic at first, but after they'd Impressed it had been duty to their lifemates that put them back on a steady sleep schedule.
L'cin wasn't in the least a morning person, but few people could distinguish the difference between his usual quietude and I'm-only-half-awake quietude. S'ren, unfortunately for him, was an all day person - up and bouncing and chattering from dawn until dusk - and sometimes later than that.
...Except this morning, since she had managed to sneak into some of the revelry and garnish some wine from some of the elder riders. Resulting in the unfortunate hangover that was making her severely ill. It had been a struggle dragging her away from the wastebin. In the back of his mind, L'cin was thankful she was his sister and thus didn't count as a girl, or helping her get dressed that morning would have been a lot more embarrassing. ...He was just glad she'd ended up in her own weyr.
Sighing yet again as they entered the Weyrbowl, L'cin quickly gravitated to the two Weyrlings he already knew. Setting his sister down and trying to get her to let go, he nodded a quiet hello at F'ren and L'mar. After a few minutes of struggle, he gave up and made room to sit directly in front of S'ren since she wouldn't quit clinging to his shirt to bury her face in it. Apparently it was too bright, even at dawn. Well, at least the new guys would get a chance to learn their basic duties for today before S'ren would get to them and talk their ears off. There would be no such luck tomorrow.
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Post by Kira on Jul 11, 2010 22:22:43 GMT -5
S'ren knew it was a bit out of the ordinary to shorten her name, but she also knew it could catch on easily enough. One of the books L'cin had managed to get her to read about dragons had told the origin of the shortening - that dragons had at first had a hard time saying human names quickly, and so during threadfall would slur them. Queenriders' names were usually left intact simply because they weren't part of the major action - and partly out of respect - though sometimes they were given one or two syllable nicknames. After awhile it just became a mark of honor for a wingrider, and with girls rarely Impressing anything other than golds for so long... It was actually pretty fascinating. And, well, S'ren was going to be in a fighting wing, just like every other non-goldrider. Thus, why shouldn't her name be shortened just like theirs? And though she would readily launch into that discussion if asked, she liked just saying it as it was and letting people absorb it. If she didn't make a big deal, they'd think it was more normal, right?
"Good idea," she managed to get out, right before a small sneezing fit took her. "Gimme a tick." With that, she stepped out and located the hankerchief she kept handy. Taking a few deeps breaths of clean air, she tied it around her face and stepped back into the warzone. Or, well, the library. It kinda looked like a warzone right now, though.
"...I'm so surprised that no one's had a fit about this place yet. Especially the head Healer. She's got this strange obsession with books." S'ren shook her head. She liked some light reading on occasion, but...really. Finding a rag and a stepstool, she started in on wiping down another shelf they hadn't gotten to yet. "Or my brother. Queth's kept him busy enough to not have time, I guess. Libraries were always his haven. You had to be quiet in them." S'ren snorted, clearly showing her antipathy for that notion. ...If her chatter wasn't already a clear indicator.
...Do they even have a clue what you're talking about, Mine?
'...Er. Um. Oh, shells, likely not.' Laughing in a way that would seem sudden to those not privy to the silent communication, S'ren turned to the other two girls. "I've been a little rude now, haven't I? I'm S'ren as I said, of blue Feynth. I'm sure he'd love to say hello if he wasn't busy sniping at me and trying to go back to sleep." The crinckle to her eyes belied her devilish grin hidden under the hankerchief. "I've got a twin brother named L'cin, who has brown Queth and a gold fire-lizard named Brillia...and I tend to talk about him a lot, I've been told.
"Both Candidates? I wish you luck, then! It's a really small clutch this time, though - only eight. We only had six, too - I was one of the ones who Impressed here at Cerulean right after the...move." The word was only a little awkward. S'ren wasn't the type to stay long on topics that bogged down the mood. "I think there's only two or three times as many Candidates as eggs this time. Which seems like a lot, but...they need choices, y'know?" She didn't think it a good idea to mention what happened when there weren't enough choices.
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Post by Kira on Jul 11, 2010 21:53:49 GMT -5
Tess was really going to have to have a word with V'mio and M'ma. True, they had lost their WeyrHarper, but there needed to be someone who made sure that these children being brought in were properly educated. Reading could be important for riders, too. Planning strategy, getting written orders, going over the invoices for necessities being picked up for the Weyr...
And hey, it was fun, too.
But for now, she wasn't going to make the poor kid possibly more uncomfortable than he already seemed in front of another person - especially a peer, and another boy to boot. They had these pride issues that Tess had never really understood. "Right then, gimme a tick and I'll be right back with you."
Now for the other one...what needed doing? ...Oh, that was almost mean, but well... "Sorry, kiddo, I don't need any more glasswork today." L'cin practically deflated. "...However, I do need more numbweed." ...Aaaaaand there was the grimace.
No one in the history of ever had ever liked the chore of making numbweed. It was disgusting, and smelled horrible. It had used to be that the Lower Caverns workers would make it, with overseeing and help from the Headwoman and Weyrwoman. However, it had been re-appropriated as Healer-work once they had figured out just how dangerous and unsanitary they were being with something that got slathered onto open wounds.
But L'cin was a good kid, and so dutifully began to trudge off to where he knew the vats were waiting. Sorrowfully, he informed Queth of his chore for the day.
I love you, Mine, but if you don't bathe before returning to our weyr I will throw you in the ocean, Queth informed him.
'You won't love me anymore just because I'm smelly?' he joked back. It wasn't even a worry in his mind. Well, not anymore - there were some times in those first couple months that it had been.
Of course I'll still love you. Just from further away. was the teasing reply. L'cin felt a goofy grin cross his features and let out a small giggle chuckle. Fearing he looked like a loon, he blushed and mumbled something about 'dragon' to the other two before picking up his steps to spirit himself away from further embarrassment.
Tess bit her lip and snickered after him. Her years at the Weyr had acquainted her well with Riders' tendencies to look a bit barmy at times due to talking to a creature that most people usually didn't hear. It barely fazed her anymore. ...Unless the person didn't have a dragon or wher. Then it was...a little odd. But no matter, onto Ranen.
"I have an idea." She crooked a finger at him and walked over to a nearby desk station. Grabbing a small piece of paper and a pencil, she carefully wrote down the letters in order. She was just as guilty as most Healers with her scrawl when it came to reports, but she'd been taught well by her foster-mother as a child and could make nicely-formed letters when she wished and took the time. "Just follow this order," she said as she passed the slip to Ranen. "If you have any trouble, just let me know. I'm gonna be right in that lab over there. Don't worry about disturbing me - you won't be. Oh, and if you finish quickly, L'cin might like some company. He can handle the vats on his own - he's done it before - but having someone to talk to can be a bit more pleasant." She winked and then went to go back to work. Halfway to the lab, she stopped and turned to face Ranen again.
"...Also, if you ever want help learning your letters a bit more, I'm usually free every fifthday. I've a lot of books that could help, and some that you might eventually find enjoyable to read." She gave a soft smile, then turned and padded back to her lab.
((Feel free to bug eeeeeeeiiiiiiither of them. <3))
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Post by Kira on Jul 11, 2010 20:07:11 GMT -5
Tess was gripping the rim of the tunnel with white knuckles. Every. Single. Instinct. That she had. Was screaming at her to go out there. There were people hurt. Some of them possibly badly. And they were on sand of all sharding things! If sand got in those wounds... She ignored that she got this way every time there was a Hatching injury through the handful of clutches she'd seen. And that they usually managed to get it in time that there were no infections. Usually.
But Fall, Fog, Fire, and the slivers of Faranth's Egg was she cursing the sodding tradition that said she wasn't allowed out there until every hatchling had Impressed.
As soon as the look of exultation crossed that last boy's face, she darted out with a medi-kit. A quick motion was made in the direction of the Weyrleaders, asking them to let Trith know she was entering her territory but not wasting the breath to shout it. She didn't know if Samhara would know what she meant, but K'roi should. She wasn't completely reckless, though, and did drop a quick, half-running curtsy to Trith. She hoped the queen would understand, and maybe even feel what was going on in the Healer's head. Much like Trith was protective of the eggs and hatchlings that weren't even hers, Tess was protective of every life in this Weyr. She had shouted down a dragon before to get to his injured rider - and had been heard.
Hazel eyes flicked around and a quick inventory was taken of the five that had been injured. The one that had Impressed was only scratched a little. He would need seeing to later, but it didn't seem urgent. Two girls had gotten clawed in the chest... They were standing up though, and not gushing blood, so unless it was internal then likely not any arteries hit. Ah, and one was Batavia.
"Batavia!" Tess called imperiously. She might not be a human-Healer, but she should at least know the difference between a fatal wound and the need for stitches. "Look over yourself and her," she motioned to Valee, "and let me know if it's serious!" Her mind was fully in Healer-mode and thus pushing back all emotional responses, so she didn't take into effect that Batavia might be upset for other reasons. She needed to work now, and quickly. If she was used to taking orders, then it was possible Tess might be able to direct her past that for now. "There are compresses here," she motioned to the kit-bag, "if you require them. If not, go to the assistants over there. Now."
The other two... One looked worse, but...she was pretty sure the other was worse off. "Stop rolling!" she barked out at Zanalorin. Quickly she darted to the girl first. Her hands worked in a flurry to take out some compresses and bandages to wrap the girl's legs. She was bleeding profusely and that needed stopping. "Listen to me, sweetling," she said soothingly, "I'm going to wrap your legs up really tightly, okay?" She moved to grab the first ankle, making sure that even if there was a struggle she'd have control. "It might hurt a bit worse for right now, but we need to stop the bleeding. I know it sounds silly, but I need you to do something important for me when I'm done." She began wrapping. "Are you listening? Okay, I need you to lie back and try to lift your legs up high. Others will be here with a stretcher. Just keep your legs up 'til then. Okay, lovey?" She finished off the second leg quickly, and pressed the girl's shoulder back. Even if she was in shock from blood loss, she should understand at least that.
The one bleeding out taken care of, Tess now turned to the one that could be problematic. That arm was definitely broken. She needed him back down in the infirmary before she set it, especially to check for any boneshards. And those gashes in his back now had sand in them. There was a part of her brain that wished for a moment that she was unladylike enough to know a swear that was worse than 'shards.' Kneeling at his side, she placed a firm hand on his shoulder so as not to spook him. "Listen to me. My name is Tess. I need to check your back. Try to keep your arm as still as possible. I know it hurts, honey, and this is going to hurt too, but I need your help right now, okay?" She'd learned from previous patients that letting them know that they could do something - something important - that helped the Healer healing them often would get a better response than simple ordering. Shifting a little to his back, she took a pair of shears from her kit and quickly sliced the tattered fabric before gently pulling it away. ...And having to bite her lip from gasping. These were bad. Stitches, and lots of them, at least; possibly surgery. Definite scarring.
And shard it, where were those strechers?!
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Post by Kira on Jul 9, 2010 23:00:33 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, Ranen! I'm Healer Tessarin, but most people call me Tess and you're welcome to as well. I'm the head human-Healer here," she said with a grin. "S'lain of blue Jaxith is the head DragonHealer, and Candidate Batavia is just below him. At least one of us is usually here, so we'll be the ones assigning tasks." She wanted to make that clear. Though most people were hard workers in the Weyr, there were always those who would try to pass off their duties to someone else if they thought they could get away with it.
She was about to assign him a task when he was almost run into, and then fell anyway. It was all she could do to not to bust out laughing, even with her hand covering her mouth. She really couldn't help it anymore when she saw the look on poor L'cin's face right before he stumbled anyway.
He had almost managed to get his weight back off his toes. ...Just didn't quite, and tripped forward a little. Oh no, the other guy fell anyway! "Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't- I mean- I wasn't- I'msorryIdidn'tknowyouwerethere." He bit his lip hard and reached out like he'd help the other up, but he was up on his own. "I, um, you're not hurt, are you?" Worry etched itself across his features as he quickly looked the other boy over.
Tess was certain he was fine. But the other kid was so adorable when he got flustered. She could still remember the day he barely managed to get out the words offering to make them vials and the like during- Anyway. Back to the present. Smoothing her features, she quirked an eyebrow at L'cin. "You're supposed to help, not make more work." She could only watch the ensuing sputtering for a few seconds before breaking into a good-natured grin and pinching his cheek. "I'm kidding, kiddo. Try breathing for a minute." The way he deflated in relief was rather comical as well. "And don't worry about the noise, Ranen, you didn't make much, really."
L'cin took a few breaths as instructed, then turned back to the other boy and returned his smile shyly. "Ah...I'm s-sorry again. I'm L'cin, by the way. This is Brillia." He motioned to the little queen who had curled back around his neck and started crooning quietly at him during his agitation. "Um...if a small brown manages to find his way in later, that's Queth, and he knows he's not supposed to be here."
Hey! I'm being good! The brown was grumpy about it, too. 'For now,' he sent back, then refocused his eyes on Ranen. "Oh, um, Brilli was going to visit with Jaser, if that's okay, Healer Tess?"
Tess smiled. She knew well enough that the young brown would probably be poking his nose in. He was a mite clingy, that one. "Of course. Jase always loves company." She turned her attention to the little queen and thought of the ledge outside. "He's right out there, lovely one." With a chirp, Brillia nuzzled L'cin's cheek and flitted off to her friend. He smiled after her.
"Anyway!" Tess clapped her hands quietly to get their attention back. "Chores. Well, sorry L'cin, Ranen got here first. Over here we have these stacks of charts. They all have a tab with the name. If you look in them I will kill you." Her eyes danced with mischief, but she carried on without pause. "The tan ones are human files, blue ones are dragon, green are fire-lizards, purple for whers, and orange for the other domestic critters running about the Weyr that the Beastcrafters leave with us. The colored sections all along that wall," she motioned to the rows of shelves with files, "are thus pretty self-explanatory. They're all alphabetical." She paused for a moment, wincing. "Er...you do know your letters, right?"
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Post by Kira on Jul 9, 2010 22:03:55 GMT -5
S'ren grinned and tugged L'mar down to sit on her other side, easily ignoring any protests from people behind them. "Hey, was wondering if you were gonna make it!" she just loudly enough to be heard. She didn't want to piss off the people around them more than necessary. "Let's see...a green got some brunette girl, a blue got the cute guy who I heard was a Trader, a huuuuuge brown got this one tall guy, and that one brown doesn't seem to want to leave his mama. Haha, what if he's like a fire-lizard and Impresses on his cluthmother instead?"
"That isn't even close to funny, S'ren." L'cin shot her an exasperated look.
"Hush, wait for the adults to finish speaking."
"I'm the elder tw-!"
"Anyway," she cut him off again as she turned her attention back to L'mar, earning a frustrated growl and a huff from her brother as he just gave up. "Oh! For a second I thought that blue was gonna Impress this one girl. I wouldn't be the only female bluerider here! Ummm...it wassss...that one." She pointed to Lialla. "The one that apparently sleeps all day and kinda looks like a girly you. ...Well, girlier." She grinned devilishly at L'mar.
"Oh, and I'm one up on S'ren for our bets. You owe me, sis." And with that, L'cin got his revenge and returned to watching with a satisfied smile. He didn't even need to look to know she was scowling darkly at him.
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Post by Kira on Jul 9, 2010 20:35:29 GMT -5
When the green hatched, S'ren crowed in triumph and lightly punched L'cin in the shoulder. "I was right! Pay up!" She extended her hand expectantly, having won the bet on that one. They hadn't been allowed to come touch the eggs this time since they were already Weyrlings, but they had still come to spy on them a time or three. "It's not over yet, dimglow," L'cin grumbled back. So he had guessed a blue. You couldn't be right every time. "I might not have to pay you at all, if I get more right." Which...he probably wouldn't. But he seemed to prefer delaying the inevitable. ...Plus, he'd left such trifles as marks sitting in his room in favor of getting here faster, but he didn't need her mocking for that. Settling back down, they huddled together in excitement. .o0O0o. Tess jumped up and let out a loud cheer when the feisty green claimed Hers. She flushed a little after that at the unabashed snickers from the Riders standing off to her right. She very maturely stuck her tongue out at them. She was allowed to let loose a little tonight, so long as no one was injured. As Kailee wobbled over to them with the one she wondrously announced was Rasath, Tess greeted her with a smile. "Congratulations, dear one." Steering the new pair over to the Riders for food, she eagerly returned her attention to the Hatching. ((Hey! Where are my other non-Candies?! XD Come sit with the twins or help with the feeding!!! You know you want to! :D))
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Post by Kira on Jul 9, 2010 12:22:29 GMT -5
The dragons and dragonhealers alike had been saying that the Hatching was almost upon them, so Tess had stepped up on cleanliness procedures in the infirmary. She knew that most of the additional help she had would take off for the Hatching as soon as the humming started, and she would be required to attend as head (human)Healer just in case any of the Candidates or Riders helping with food were injured. Or if anybody got trampled, but most weyrfolk had been around long enough to not be that dense. There would only be a skeleton crew of assistants left to tend the patients, and it was imperative that there was nothing left unattended during that time. Jaser popped in not an armlength in front of her, chattering excitedly and startling her. There was only a moment of trying to calm the whirling emotions of the flit before she heard it: the bugling, and the beginnings of the hum that would thrum through the whole of the Weyr. Oh, and there was Trith, right on time - as was expected of that pair. With a thought, she sent the fire-lizard off to go and cavort over the sands with the others. She'd had the majority of the emergency kit transported up to the Sands days ago, but there were a few things that needed to be fresh. She quickly went over her mental checklist as she grabbed them, then took off with her small kit-bag. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't excited as she fell in with the crowd and half-ran up the stairs. Who wouldn't be? She'd never had the dream of Impression, but she appreciated the sheer, breathtaking beauty of the look that would pass from Weyrling to dragon... Finally stepping up, she veered off to the side-tunnels where she would be watching and waiting with the Riders who had the food. Peeking out from the tunnel, she shot a quick grin to K'roi and a dutiful nod to Samhara. .o0O0o. L'cin was trying very, very hard not to crack a grin at the look of intense determination on his sister's face. He couldn't keep his eyes from twinkling in amusement, but he knew if he laughed his fate was sealed. She hit hard for a girl. So he tried to remain composed even though he knew he would win this game as well. S'ren really was the better strategist, but she was hindered by forgetting how all the pieces moved. To distract himself, he reached up an arm to scratch at the dragon head he knew was hovering just above him, watching the game with interest. Brillia, too, was sitting off to the side, completely fascinated by the pieces even though she understood none of it. S'ren really, really thought she could win this time. L'cin always won, yes, but that was going to change. Because if she moved that piece diagonally then- Shards, that piece only moved straight. Argh! She could feel Feynth's amusement. 'Some help would be nice, love.'Queth's not helping L'cin, he replied, most unhelpfully. 'That's because Queth doesn't remember how to play!' She could feel the amused silence that was her reply. If a dragon could lift an eyebrow(ridge), hers would be doing so. '...Shut up.'And then...it happened. Trith's voice filled their minds, and all five faces in the room lit up. "Hatching!" S'ren announced with a shout, hopping up off her bunk and upsetting the gameboard. Tugging L'cin up, she ran out the door and took off up the nearest stairs with him in tow. 'She did that on purpose,' he sighed back to the two dragons, earning him a chuckle from Feynth. We'll be up soon, Mine. We want to see our new cousins too!'Okay, just be careful!' he called back. He was sort of thankful for the tenacity of his sister at moments like these. She had no problem weaving her way through the crowd, and if he stumbled over people in her wake it was easily apparent that it was because she was literally dragging him. They were thankfully both swift of stride, and took their seats only a few rows back, bouncing in excitement. It would be quite an experience to see the Hatching from the outside, this time.
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Post by Kira on Jul 9, 2010 11:57:20 GMT -5
A few of us recall from the books that candidates wore sandals during the Hatching. Going barefoot would probably burn their feet.
The sandals were a sort of lace-up, Roman-style kind, much as their robes are the loose white of Roman Senate candidates. ;) (Interesting bit of trivia.)
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Post by Kira on Jul 9, 2010 1:20:27 GMT -5
S'ren rounded the corner so quickly she tripped over herself, and it was only her ability to land in a roll that probably kept her from getting hurt. She was sad no one saw that awesome maneuver, but...also thankful no one saw her trip either. "Shards," she muttered under her breath, popping back up to keep running.
If you were more responsible, you wouldn't be running. You're of no use to me with a broken leg, so don't get hurt, a sarcastic voice echoed in her head. There was affection laced in it, and she knew the admonishment was Feynth's own way of letting his worry show.
'Oh, sod off, Fey,' she shot back with a grin. They'd both fallen asleep under this lovely little grove of palm trees, lulled by the sound of the waves and the heat of the day. She'd woken not five minutes prior with the strange sensation that she was supposed to be somewhere...and then was a blur of motion as she took off toward the Weyr in a stream of curses. Feynth was also awakened by her alarmed thoughts, and he felt he was justifiably snippy about it.
Finally making it to the library, she let out a loud whoosh of hair and bent to put her hands on her knees to catch her breath. ...Only it was dusty, and that resulted in an attack of coughing, and worse wheezing. She could feel the smug snicker. "Ack!" she said in disgust when she had control of her lungs again, wrinkling her nose and fanning the air around her away in vain.
...Oh yeah, library. "Er, sorry," she called...semi-quietly. She ran a sheepish hand through her hair when she saw the other two girls here looking like they were working already. Were they the...Adelle and Valee she was supposed to work with? Crumbs.
"Doubly sorry, actually. I'm S'ren. ...Am I late?" she winced and tugged on a lock of the hair at her nape in embarrassment.
Well that's a wonderful first impression.
'Shut up, Fey. Really.'
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Kira
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Post by Kira on Jul 9, 2010 0:18:47 GMT -5
Luckily for Ranen, quiet infirmaries carry sound well. Tess was only a little startled out of her scribbling when she heard someone calling. She'd been cooped up in the lab area studying some of the recent samples the Hall had sent and comparing them and...losing track of time, apparently. That greeting hadn't sounded very distressed, so it was either someone with a non-pressing issue or...the younglings were already here for chores. Oops. Making sure the specimens were safe, she called a small greeting over her shoulder to the newcomer, as well as a request to hold on just a tick. She strode out to meet the boy a moment later, a smile on her face as she dried the last of the water from her just-washed hands on a piece of her skirts. Her mother would kill her for that, she knew, but she did it anyway. Though 'boy' was a relative term; he probably wasn't all that much younger than her, and likely considered an adult already from the look of him. "Did you need help? Or are you one of my helpers for today?" She hadn't seen him before, so he was likely one of the new transfers. Meaning he probably also didn't have a medical file yet, but perhaps she could arrange that at some point today. .o0O0o. L'cin fought the urge to roll his eyes for the umpteenth time. Not that it mattered, since Queth would still feel the mental imitation of it, but it was a bad habit to get into. " No, Queth, you can't come. It's fine when you hang around when I have docks work, but you just don't fit other places, and I'm sure Healer Tess won't want you stumbling around the infirmary," he explained calmly. For the sixth time. That day. I could sit in the dragon area. They don't leave lots of little stuff around there for us to knock over, Queth supplied back. It only made L'cin rub his temples. It was good he was working the infimary; he might just be getting a migraine. "Okay, how about this. I'll walk you down to the beach and you can sun and play with the dolphins there. If I'm lucky and Tess sends me off to the forges for more vials," he made a funny face at that, glad for getting to use his craft, but it was such a boring way of doing so, "then you can come and keep me company." He figured he'd end up having a brown head poking in on him from the dragon area anyway at some point, but one could hope and try to delay the inevitable. Queth tilted his head in thought, eyes whirling. ...Sounds fair. How long will you be again, Mine?Satisfied, L'cin started leading Queth the short distance from their weyr to the beach. "A couple hours, at least. It depends what they need done." You're taking Brillia.L'cin smiled at the pout he heard in that tone. The little queen lifted her sleepy head from where she'd been dozing around his neck, tilting it with an inquisitive chirp. "Brilli is probably going to go sun with Jaser right outside and won't be with me either." He sent a little image of the friendly blue flit to her and she trilled happily. "Unless you want to coax them into playing with you, but you're on your own there." He laughed at the mental eyeroll that Queth sent back at him; definitely a bad habit. Finally getting his clingy other half to the beach, he dashed up the steps to the infirmary hoping he wasn't late. He almost ran right into Ranen as he rounded the corner into the doorway, letting out a small squeak and flailing his arms for balance as he managed to screech to a halt no more than a couple inches from the other boy's back.
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