Logs:Pound of Flesh
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| RL Date: 18 October, 2014 |
| Who: Leova, X'vae |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After rescuing a pair of sailors, Izazeth needs help. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 1, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Dark and cloudy. |
| OOC Notes: Way way back-dated. |
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| The evening's made darker for the clouds that overhang the Weyr, for the keening that's hoarsened Vrianth's throat. Leova can't stop to care for her dragon, not more than the embrace they could share before those injured that could return, did. Not more than mind to mind. Massed glows outside the dragon infirmary serve as beacon, and already the greenrider's been busy with her ladder, with needle and gut. She evaluates. She stitches where it's warranted. She has others to cleanse, to apply the numbweed, to give the relief she doesn't have time for. Izazeth is hardly the worst off, so he waits with X'vae for their turn to be seen and evaluated. The bluerider's hand is on Izazeth's muzzle where they wait, stroking slow and rhythmically. There's nothing to be done for the wingstrain but to check and make sure it's only strain and not pull, but where the rope of the heavy wet sail bit into the flesh of his neck is the worst of it. Fibers left behind and rope burn. The blue is focused, so his rider, both seeking to maintain as much calm through Izazeth's pain as can be managed. Every now and again, there's a groan from either man or beast, but that's it. That's how the pain escapes when it becomes overwhelming to one or both. They don't have to come to the dragonhealers. The dragonhealers come to them, Leova accompanied by an older man who isn't known to work in the dragon infirmary but who will prove to know how to hold the glows just so, and also a freckled stringbean with a shock of curly hair. With seconds no longer being quite so critical, it's the latter whom Leova directs to ask what's happened, the greenrider listening but focused on examining in her own right. With her comes an electric presence that can be felt, focused not on X'vae but on the wounded dragon: Vrianth. Show her. The account is given with as much focus as X'vae can muster for it. Izazeth can deliver what he knows of his hurt more directly to Vrianth, so he does so. His light touches across those places that need attention, to draw hers. Here. His neck. Here. His wings. There are smaller wounds outlined on his bulk from where bits of the pulleys and hooks of the rigging caught him, but none so deep as to be more than superficial. He'll get his first scars from it though, to be sure. She sends assent, and assurance: he will be fixed. Lucky Izazeth: he gets to be a teaching dragon for, after Leova briefly interrogates the stringbean, the girl a little less briefly explains to X'vae what they're about to do and... they set about doing it. Cleaning out the blue's neck, that's going to take a while. It's not quiet, not with other dragons vocalizing hurt beyond. Every now and again Leova, who's working at the same time, pauses to note a strand or two that her protege has missed. Every now and again she asks her other helper, who'd climbed up the ladder's other side, to shine the glows at a different angle. But every now and again, as they move onward through the tweezing and cleaning, there's a new swath of raw flesh that can receive the cool, blessed relief of numbweed. Leova doesn't leave that for last of all. Izazeth doesn't seem to mind having his injuries put to this purpose, though certainly X'vae is extra attentive to the procedures as much as is possible from his groundbound vantage point. The bluerider stays close to his dragon, touches his side, his nose. As the numbweed is applied and the healers do their work, relief starts to unwind some measure of tension though after the day's events, there's not enough numbweed in all of Pern to give the dragons of 'Reaches relief. While the dragonhealer doesn't keep close tabs on the rider, she does check up now and again for what might be a reflection of Izazeth. Or, reflected in the blue. If they stay inward, together, can give each other some relief... it's all for the best. She has other patients. She can move on when she's done. It has been, this night, the closest for Turns it's been to Fall. |
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