Mango
Weyrling
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Post by Mango on Jul 11, 2010 21:59:21 GMT -5
Valee agreed. She was fine enough to be looked at by an apprentice. She had seen a significant decrease int he blood flowing onto her robe, so she felt like maybe her scratches were bleeding significantly less. She walked with the girl off the Sands, wishing for something that would help with the pain.Despite the seeming lack of seriousness, it still hurt. A lot. But the others had gotten it a lot worse. She only hoped she wouldn't need stitches like Batavia mentioned.
"Thanks," she said, slightly breathless. She had been holding her breath the hold time to help not think about the pain, "And I'll see you there!" The last statement came out stronger. She was soon whisked away by a healer.
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C'ko knew she would mention something about it. Luckily for him though, she had given him the option of whether or not to explain his statement. She probably [/i]expected[/i] an answer, but he was very good at not giving them. Especially when the girl wasn't angry with him.
"No, I do not," he said with that same grin, giving more meat to Peth. The dragon was eating it quickly, being a bit of a bigger build for a blue. This was the life. He had His, food, and a new friend! Polo is Mine's brown firelizard. He is sitting right there! On Mine's shoulder! Polo! This is Cryth! The firelizard let out a chirp of greeting but not even Peth really heard it.
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Kaemi
Weyrling
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 11, 2010 22:16:57 GMT -5
He didn't choose an answer, which momentarily phased Lialla.... but she merely shrugged it off. "I guess that's a no, then." If C'ko brought it up again later, she would try and figure out what in the name of Faranth he was talking about. Now, however, she was still wrapped up in the euphoria of Impression, and would therefore ignore any cryptic comments the youngest weyrling chose to spout off. She leaned back, looking at C'ko and then his blue.
His looks seemed to fit him well-enough: he wasn't the prettiest-looking of dragons, but Lialla kind of liked it. The blue looked... eccentric, which she understood well. Looking back at the boy, she asked, "Are you going to introduce me to your newest companion?" Another one of those open-ended questions that he could, quite honestly, refused to answer. Lia hoped that he would, this time, but if he did, she could always ask Cryth. From the happiness swirling around the edges of her own emotions, the weyrling figured that her green and his blue were chatting it up.
Said green cocked her head at her new bestfriend's Mine's shoulder. I don't see a firelizard there... Cryth told Peth, her voice loosing its cheer. Does that mean there's something wrong with me? she asked plaintively. She didn't want anything to be wrong with her! That would be bad, right?
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Thorney
Dragonrider
Let's remove the space between me and you.
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Post by Thorney on Jul 12, 2010 12:32:24 GMT -5
As the bronze and green tumbled into each other, Raelwyn looked on worriedly, hoping that neither of the younglings would be hurt. The bronze seemed no worse for the wear, but the adorable little green came a tumbling stop almost at her feet, whirling eyes peering up at her. For a single, beautiful moment, hope sprang within her and the harper prayed that maybe this darling was destined to be hers. It was not meant to be, however, for the hatchling began to frantically right herself, and in that moment, the candidate felt a sharp, hot pain lance across both of her legs. Gasping, biting off a strangled cry so as not to frighten the dragonets, the girl slowly looked down, her green eyes widening as she beheld the gashes on her skin.
At first, tears sprang to her eyes, but they did not fall, and her fingers and toes felt cold. The pain ebbed to an icy, dull numbness, and if she had been a healer, she would have realized that her body was in shock. However, Raelwyn wanted nothing in the world more than to Impress, and so she stood on shaking legs, wondering how long she could before falling to her knees. The harper drew in a ragged breath, doing her best to keep her thoughts clear as the rest of the eggs rocked and cracked. Tydus screeched from L’mar’s shoulder, ready to leap into the air and fight whatever had dared to hurt His, his eyes whirling a dangerous red. However, the candidate knew her bronze, and immediately sent him strong warnings to stay where he was. Rael did not want to be distracted from the hatching, but neither did she want to bring trouble on she or her flit. Finally, Ty cheeped mournfully, having lost their battle of wills, and stared miserably at the girl standing alone.
As the last of the dragonets found Theirs, hope gave way to the bitter realization that she was alone. Alone, again. That hurt even more than the angry throb in her legs, and at that moment, Rael allowed a single tear to roll down her cheek. The harper began to turn, to find a place to sit, when her legs gave a throb of hot, white pain, and the girl fisted her hands, trying to ignore it. However, before she had even taken the first step, the healer Tessarin was out on the sands, making her way over to them and shouting orders. It was a good thing, too. The girl did not know how badly she was bleeding. A wave of gratitude washed through the candidate as Tess approached her, for though Raelwyn was no wimp, those gashes were starting to hurt. The woman’s voice was cool and comforting, and the harper stood silent and still, ignoring the little stings as her wounds were wrapped up. A few times, a stab of pain would cause her to involuntarily jerk, but Tess had a hold on her.
Her head was starting to grow clouded, and the girl could only nod silently in response to the healer. “Shards.” She whispered, wondering what was wrong with her. Laying back on the sand, Raelwyn did not have the presence of mind to think of how foolish she was going to look with her legs in the air, and did as Tess had instructed. Closing her eyes, the harper waited for the stretcher, wondering how much Tydus was freaking out right now and if any of her friends were out there. Hands holding her robe so she didn’t flash certain unmentionables, Rael waited, and breathed deep.
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Though almost completely absorbed in feeding Calzanth, K’ron still had the habit of flicking his eyes over when the new pairs arrived, wanting to see who else had Impressed. When a certain boy with a light green dragonet approached, a large grin stretched across the wrangler’s features. “Kivin!” He shouted, waving at the other weyrling, then felt foolish. “Oh, apologies. K’vin now, isn’t it?” Amber gaze taking in the lovely little lady at his friend’s side, the boy smiled. “Looks like we made it.”
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Post by Kristin on Jul 12, 2010 15:26:29 GMT -5
K‘vin was a little bit disoriented, what with Asileth constantly chanting: K‘vinmine, K‘vinmine! Feed Asileth please K‘vinmine? and the chaos of everyone feeding their new dragons. He was in the middle of reassuring Asileth, that yes, he would feed her and yes, it would be soon, when he heard Kheron – no, K‘ron probably – shout out to him. His face broke out into a grin and he led Asileth to K‘ron and his brown to feed her. Asileth was happy to comply, with the prospect of food and meeting that brown exciting her.
Before he started talking to K‘ron, K‘vin finally started feeding his little green who hungrily gobbled down the meat. When Asileth wasn‘t starving anymore, only hungry, K‘vin looked at K‘ron and beamed. „Yes it‘s K‘vin now, are you K‘ron? Can you believe that it actually happened! We impressed!“ His large eyes where shining in excitement and he just couldn‘t stop smiling. „Your brown is very handsome, isn‘t his name Calzanth?“ He thought that was the name K‘ron had shouted out but he wasn‘t entirely sure. He looked fondly at Asileth, who showed no signs of slowing down her meat consumption, and then back at K‘ron. „Her name is Asileth.“ His voice was full of love and happiness for Asileth and his eyes wandered again too her. The new weyrling was unable to take his eyes off his love for a long period of time.
Wasn‘t it just wonderful that Calzanth‘s and Hers seemed to be friends? That was good because Asileth had a really good feeling about Calzanth. Hello. My name is Asileth and you are Calzanth. I like you. Do you like me? Yours and Mine are friends, do you want to be friends too? Asileth wasn‘t that interested in talking to the other dragonets but she really wanted to be with Calzanth now.
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Thorney
Dragonrider
Let's remove the space between me and you.
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Post by Thorney on Jul 13, 2010 13:45:27 GMT -5
Waiting patiently as K’vin fed his new dragon chunks of meat, the ex-beastcrafter allowed his amber gaze to roam over the form of the green. She was a beautiful specimen of her color, utterly sleek in build and a striking, unusual hue. Grinning, the boy easily understood the need to feed her first before speaking, Calzanth’s own immense hunger and insistence upon being fed emulated by his clutchsister, no doubt. Of course, the large brown was still gulping down hunks of beef himself, though his speed had decreased greatly and his ravenous thoughts were dimming bite by bite. When the other boy turned his attention back on K’ron, the weyrling switched his amber gaze back to K’vin’s face.
A large grin spreading across his features in reply to the other’s smile, he nodded. “Yes, now I’m K’ron. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up any minute now, but this guy here is too real to be a dream.” Humming with contentment, the brown rubbed his head against the boy’s hand, and the weyrling scratched his eyeridges dutifully, smiling. “Thanks! He is, he’s the most handsome dragon I’ve ever seen.” Of course, any newly-bonded weyrling and dragonet would feel that way, but in all truths he was an impressive specimen of his color, built sleek and well. So to K’ron, yes, his brown was the most amazing, perfect, handsome, and wonderful dragon to ever hatch. “Yes, Calzanth is his name.” Pride and awe was in the boy’s voice as he said the hatchling’s name, the love and delight he felt easily detectable. “Asileth. She is a most beautiful green. She’s sleek as I’ve ever seen, and her color is striking.”
Finally pausing between bites, the large brown tilted his head, watching his pretty sister as she began to speak. Somehow, though they were only just hatched, yes, in fact, he did like her, and felt unusually comfortable and protective. Their eggs had leaned together during their stay at Cerulean, and it seemed that was only a hint at what a bond the two would have. Yes, I am Calzanth, and you are Asileth. He agreed, finding her exuberance amusing. We should be friends, yes, like Yours and Mine. Though the brown was not in any hurry to speak to any of his other clutchmates, Asileth was different.
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Kira
Cerulean Weyr Staff
Evil Mod of DOOM!!!!!
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Post by Kira on Sept 30, 2010 17:00:25 GMT -5
((I had promised several people one more reply to this, so here it is. >.> Huzzah!)) Tess nodded in response to Batavia and waved her off in the direction of the assistants when she said that she and Valee were fine. She had to grin as Zan tried to joke with her, as weak as it was. Well, at least he wasn't the hysterical type, and if he could still joke then it would be a lot easier to treat him. She rubbed his uninjured arm soothingly. "Aww, but gentle's no fun," she teased back, a little distractedly. She tried to be as gentle as possible when she removed the tattered robe, but the wounds would definitely still be sensitive. "Sorry, I should have warned you." She dug in her kit and got some wipes. "This is going to sting quite a bit, and it'll feel a little cold and hot at once," she warned this time before gently swiping one of them. She aimed for the areas between the cuts first, just trying to clean off some of the stuck-on sand and excess blood. The wounds would need special care to make sure all the granules were removed before they were stitched up. "You're gonna need some stitches, lovey, and probably a cast on that arm," she informed him. She preferred to chatter to the patient as she worked. Hearing normal conversation sometimes relaxed them, and this also served to inform him of what was to come. "Getting them wet is a bad idea, especially for the plaster that'll be on your arm for a bit. The stitches will just sting like nothin' else. It won't be too long before you can show off your 'battle scars' though," she said with a grin, leaning around him to give him a wink. "In the meantime, I'm sure someone as handsome as you could find some nice lad or lass to help you rub salve all over your back. You're injured, of course," she teased in a low voice. He seemed like the type to play that up, at least from his initial jest. Finally the stretchers came, apprentices loading up both Raelwyn and Zanalorin. Making sure that they were firmly latched, she watched the two helpful dragons take off to fly the stretchers down - much easier than carrying them! Tess mentioned to M'ma as they left that R'nen should make his way to the infirmary later to get his own scratches checked over. Her duties on the Sands done, she bowed low to Trith and gave a nod to the Weyrleaders, then quickly made her own way down the steps. If she finished her patients quickly she might be able to get to the feast before the food was all gone this time! .o0O0o. L'cin and S'ren both laughed when L'mar told them why he was late. They both knew how possessive his little green could be, though it was still somewhat sweet. "I think Queth would be happy if I Impressed something else so long as I still loved him just as much," L'cin returned with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "Feynth would probably see it as an underling to to his bidding." S'ren burst into snickers at this, the image vivid in her mind. "He would! He SO would," she laughed out. Cocking her head at L'mar's reply about Lialla, she added, "She's rather cute, I'd say. Probably more prudish, though - not that that's hard," she teased, laying her head on L'mar's shoulder so that she could grin at him upside-down. "Hmm, haven't heard of any of the Candidates partying it up as of late, but I'll keep my ear open for any whispers," she said with a wink. The rest of the eggs hatched quickly then, and both twins winced at the myriad of injuries received. "shards, Batavia and Valee didn't Impress," S'ren said with a pout. They had both seemed nice during chores. Well, hopefully next time, right? There really were only a handful of eggs this time around. She'd make sure to try to cheer them up later. L'cin cheered loudly with the rest of the crowd when the light brown finally Impressed. Like the others he was happy that the brown had finally found His, but he was even happier because it was his acquaintance(friend?) Ranen that it had Impressed to. Queth liked him, and now they were both brownriders! The Axelrodi Egg was indeed a green, as L'mar had said, and a quite beautiful one at that - who Impressed to the girl S'ren thought looked like L'mar, funny enough. L'cin managed to barely contain a snicker at the little wisp of a feeling that reached him from Queth. He apparently was starting to like greens, and it was rather amusing. The next green that hatched got a bit stronger of a lurch, and S'ren turned to him with an amused grin when he chuckled. Oh shards, she just had to be sensitive to Queth too. L'cin pointedly ignored her, focusing on the dragonets as they finally all found theirs. As the crowd filed out, S'ren popped up and dragged L'cin behind her again. Linking an arm through L'mar's once she was able, she walked sprightly next to him. "You're coming to the feast later, right? I think I only half-remember ours, so this should be awesome! Should probably wear something other than our leathers, though," she said with a frown down at herself. Shrugging, she gave a hard but friendly pat to L'mar's shoulder. "See you later!" And with that, she dragged a bemused L'cin off as he waved his own goodbye.
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