Logs:Not The Plague
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| RL Date: 16 November, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis, Ilicaeth, Akluseth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis and Co. visit (dragonhealer) Alida for a non-plague reason. |
| Where: HRW: Dragon infirmary |
| When: Day 20, Month 4, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cool, breezy, partly-sunny. |
| Mentions: Greta/Mentions, Gerta/Mentions |
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| Though the procedures in place limit contact with the infected, most of weyr life seems to have gone on as usual with drills and sweeps. Akluseth rumbles softly in greeting as the brown pair makes their way in for examination, Edyis herself looking tired, and wearing a set of leathers different from her usual. Here on the 'dragon side' of healer-ville, a mask-clad Alida is finishing up tending to the older green whose rider has fallen ill, the fevered man resting as quietly as possible in a cot nearby his lifemate. The ex-guard appears intent as her redwort-stained hands apply some generous slathers of numbweed upon the green's chin, where she seems to have rubbed her hide raw for whatever reason. As the blonde finally steps back a little to regard her handiwork, the green offers an abbreviated croon of small relief, to which Alida replies quietly, "You need ta stop doin' that, Dalenth." She sounds firm, but definitely compassionate for the reasons behind the wound. Perched on an empty lower ledge outside, Ilicaeth echos his human's sentiment, giving Dalenth a light but purposeful mental nudge to reinforce the 'order.' Soon enough, the woman leaves her patient in relative peace, Alida moving off to temporarily exchange one spent mask for a new one, then clean up not only her hands, but scrub her face, forearms with soapsand and some kind of non-staining antiseptic. When that rumble etches itself into her consciousness, green eyes flick up warily, widen a little to notice Akluseth and Edyis...but she remains where she is. There's quarantine procedures to finish...and another masked dragonhealer moves forward from his own busy tending to another dragon to inquire after what Akluseth might need. Ilicaeth sounds a little distracted, a little concerned as he lightly 'bumps' Akluseth's mind in greeting, the blue's heated and rasping sands barely in motion...indicating his subdued temperament. « Is she...ill? » (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth) The brown seems well enough, though his little green counterpart shows signs of getting into a tiff with some errant feline, from her careful perch, tail wrapped around one of Akluseth's head knobs. Slices in the delicate membrane of the wing likely look worse than they are, but probably need more than just basic healing care. "I'm sorry I know you have more important things to tend to, but do you think someone would be able to take a look at her wing? She won't let me touch it, and I'm afraid she might between." The concern there in her voice beneath a layer of tiredness. There is a shadow beneath the surface, something uncertain. « The hussy got into a tiff with something bigger than she was. » The brown assures with a chuff, « We took care of her Illness a while ago. » There is effort to indicate something that is not the plauge, but it is vague and faded at the edges. (To Ilicaeth from Akluseth) he senior apprentice nods understanding to Edyis, and gives Flicker as good of a looking over as he can from this greater distance - the man not wanting to accidentally contaminate anybody, especially Edyis - by drawing near. He replies briskly, but not unkindly, "Since Alida's almost done, I'll have her help you. Please wait a moment, rider." A quick and courteous bob of his head, and he's moving back off to continue tending to that same dragon, a brown who's not been eating well at all, since his rider fell ill. Give Alida another minute or so, and she's got all her decontamination done (scrupulously), her hands dipped in redwort again and fanned on the air to more quickly dry as she approaches the trio at a modest clip. "Ed...Akluseth," is murmured in a manner melding both professional and friendly. A long look is given to the little green curled at the brown's headknob, and the masked blonde finds herself asking both rider and dragon, "Can either uv' you get 'er ta come down closer?" Outside, Ilicaeth uses his rider's eyes to peer at the scene before her, and rumble thoughtfully. Ahhh. « 'Lida's not overly fond uv' felines. No real loyalty in 'em. » Chuff-chortle. No matter, they'll take care of the little green squirt. Uhm... Huh? Illness? As his human works, the blue tires to contain his own confusion and concern over what Akluseth imparts to him so that he doesn't distract Alida...but it's a near thing when he darkly inquires, « She already had the plague? » And got over it? And didn't even *tell* them?! (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth) To Ilicaeth, Akluseth projects « Nah man, something else. She's fine. » The brown is easy to reply, « Well no she's not fine, but she's not sick either. Just - worried. Her sisters are near Boll, one of the Fort riders checked in a few days ago, but. » Waters grow murky, « Yours is going to worry her too, now that she knows she's working with the infected. » Akluseth lowers his head, and Edyis delicately tries to pry the little beast loose, trying to be careful of the injured wing. Akluseth must soothe her somehow because eventually they manage to get her where she can be examined. "I would have tended it myself with all of this going on, but it's the wing membrane and it's been awhile since I've studied anything more than just the basics." the brownrider notes. "Thanks Ak, Ed..." Alida sighs out in some small relief as she doesn't have to scale Mount Man up there (Akluseth) to reach her quarry. "Membrane's critical. You want 'er ta fly well, strong. Made a sound decision." Why does she sound just a tetch hesitant, then? Oh yeah: plague. When Edyis tries to pry Flicker loose, Alida shakes her head, murmurs low, "I'd prefer not ta have ta touch you right now, if possible." Level and cautious green eyes try to meet with and hold Ed's dark gaze for a solid moment to impart her caution, and then the blonde's stepping up to the brown's lowered head, patting his jaw, and then quietly urging Akluseth, "Please lay down here, Ak...then gently coax 'er down ta yer forearm so I c'n do this right the first time." Snert. Even in this dark time, there's still some black humor within Alida, who knows she'd likely not get a second chance to immediately assess and treat the little flit. Not the plague...but not fine. Though not sick. Okaaaay. Ilicaeth is still somewhat confused, but he also has a 'complicated' human to call his own, and after some moments spent parsing out what Akluseth might mean, the blue is returning an arid, raspy, « Somethin' inside 'er made 'er feel bad. » Emotional, mental, he seems to think. Alida doesn't recover from such things quickly or well, either. And when word of Edyis plus her sisters equals Boll is imparted...well, Ilicaeth gives a quick mental wince. He forgot. And so did Alida. As for the infected, the blue offers up a suddenly firm ballustrade of granite, the mental construct reaching from Akluseth out towards an image of Ilicaeth. « We're dragonhealers. We tend ta our own. » If either of them are concerned enough, well...nobody's forcing them to be here. (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth) Edyis arches a brow, and does one better, getting her onto a clear, clean bit of counter top. "No touching necessary." Tucking her mouth back under the scarf she wears. The little green coils her tail about her, still favoring the wing but for the moment she seems cooperative. Or as cooperative as an injured animal can be expected to be. "Alida, I'm aware of the procedures. It's bad enough I can't - I" She shakes her head. "Just do what you can for her. When this shit blows over I'm living on a beach for a month." To Ilicaeth, Akluseth projects « Something like that, yeah. » The brown doesn't seem to quite remember. « Yeah, we know. » There's the mental sense of a brotherly fistbump with the assertion of being healers. Hey, countertop is great, too, and since there's one nearby, Ed and Akluseth (and Alida) have it even easier when Flicker finally wiggles atop it. As Alida moves slowly over to crouch a little before the tiny green - making soothing sounds to her while careful fingers stroke feather-light over the hide of chest, then moving to shoulders, finally towards injured wing - she can't help but look up and over at Edyis for that perhaps uncharacteristic mode of speaking from the brownrider. After a moment, there's a stiff nod, and the bluie's back to concentrating on her cautious work in assessing how bad the injuries are...given Flicker's cooperation. If such is lacking, Ilicaeth (who's closely monitoring the firelizard's mood) will instantly apply some firm but gentle 'brakes' to the tiny green. Sometimes Ilicaeth remembers enough to decry his own draconic memory, so Akluseth's own 'problem' with such is preaching to the choir, so-to-speak. He's a little busy right now, but there's the firm assertion of, « I'll tell Alida later, so they c'n talk. » Fistbump. (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth) The look earns a jut of Edyis's chin, but not actual anger. She folds her arms in front of her. Flicker is fairly calm given the situation and the two giant brains touching her itty bitty one. "Hey I'm not the one who went and teased some stray animal." Her hand lifts to her chin, rubbing at it. "Sorry, just been a lot to deal with and I hate being useless and helpless. They were my responsibility, Alida. I should have gone and got them the minute I heard about people getting sick." It doesn't register that she hasn't spoken her sisters' names aloud. Much of Alida's concentration is settled upon Flicker, the tiny green murmured to and coaxed into opening up her injured wing so the blonde can delicately trace the slices, eye them critically, and finally murmur aside to Edyis, "They look worse than they are, I think...with the ichor all over 'em. Feline claws c..." Oops, too much information, Alida. The apprentice snaps her trap shut instantly, and slowly rises. "Got just the thing for ya, squirt. Stay right there," is murmured to Flicker (more for Edyis and Akluseth's benefits, really). As she stands, and Ed speaks again, Alida can't help but peer with curious intensity to her buddy...and then put two and two together. Oh. "Shit. Sorry, Ed." She forgot about the brownie's family being from Boll. A long pause while she's torn between duty and friendship finally sees the bluie murmuring, "My shift's over an hour from now. After I get bathed up right, we'll go ta the Lounge, okay?" And there they will drink some, talk more. But, for now, "I'll be right back. Gonna get the proper things." And off she steps, moving with purposeful strides. When the blonde returns, there's various things on a tray in her once-again sterilized hands, including some little instruments, gauze, numbweed, and cleaning solutions. Is that even a fine needle and thread? Edyis nods quietly, and watches as the procedure takes place. Eventually they depart to do their own decontamination and cleaning, but Ed eventually meets up with the bluerider as indicated at the appointed time. |
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