Logs:Two Pieces
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| RL Date: 23 January, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, Leova |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Iesaryth's turn to get checked out in case she's the one to rise first. Brieli is twitchy. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 0, Month 11, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Tiiiiiiime Warpin'. |
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| Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr The vast cavern has much the same odor of redwort and numbweed as the human infirmary, though here it's seasoned with coppery ichor rather than the iron of blood. It's also laid out similarly though on a much more massive scale, its walls lined with a number of places for patients, in this case large dragon couches recessed into the floor for ease of access; nearby cots provide space for riders. Tucked into the western curve is a huge circulating pool of warm water, by which are kept vats of oil. The healers' duty station is a counter on the north side of the room, a checkpoint before the storage rooms behind it that are now shared with the human infirmary, hosting supplies that are as neatly labeled and carefully scrubbed as the rest of the infirmary. The senior dragonhealer has an office there as well, and human-sized double doors have recently been built as a direct route to the human infirmary, while opposite a wide winding tunnel leads to the east bowl. Not so very long after meeting with Azaylia, it wound up being Brieli and Iesaryth's turn to meet with the dragonhealers at her convenience... or at least at her less-inconvenience. There's the preamble, of course, the hellos and the glad-you-came, the long look at Iesaryth that doesn't seem to mind being caught at it, not when Leova turns back to Brieli with a wry upturn to one corner of her mouth. "Yes, we're all wondering, but we have a professional reason to wonder, at least. Talked to Azaylia earlier, about wanting a good long-and-high flight from Hraedhyth, a solid clutch. Reckon you know it'll be the same for her." Iesaryth. "How does she feel? How do you feel." Iesaryth isn't really bothered by the coming-in and being-looked-at; she takes her time about it, sure, but there's nothing like reluctance there - just the lanky gold's usual meandering way of going about things. Why rush? She's settled down now to wait, seeming patient enough - which is good, as her rider might be a little short on that today. It's nothing at anyone, and certainly not at Leova, Brieli's not an idiot - but she seems a bit anxious as her queen is watched. When the dragonhealer turns, it might just look like she's holding her breath. On an exhale, "Right. I'd imagine everyone is. I might be, if I weren't... well. It seems like it might be later. She's fine. She feels fine, more or less like usual. I'm... tired, but I think something might be going around." Or she might be working too much. "Mm." Not noncommittal, but not precisely helpful. "Let's take a look at you, Iesaryth, hm? Knew you were coming, washed my hands," the dragonhealer says. "Can't say as they're warm, but we won't be doing so much touching as all that." Though the analysis will be in-depth: development, muscle tone, any signs of paling... or, especially, brightening. As she works, the discussion easy and methodical compared to her dragon-analysis's quick and methodical, "You could still surprise us, go up first. Queens tend to trigger, we all know that, but some things bear repeating. Brieli, might help to look in and see Madilla if you have a chance, or if you think getting more sleep might help, do that. Don't work so hard, that too. Drink your liquids, not the alcoholic liquids, take care of yourself. It'll be harder on you both otherwise. Don't want... surprises." Battles. The gold is always pretty pale and bright, even the rainiest of days - and she rumbles pleasantly the greenrider's way, pleased for the warning, even if unnecessary. Iesaryth likes manners. Brieli, on the other hand, doesn't really seem to notice the niceties. She's trying not to chew on her thumbnail too obviously as she tracks Leova and her examination with her gaze, as if she's waiting for... something. "I keep reminding myself that," she tells the other woman, with a wrinkle of her nose. "That everything isn't written in stone. I'm not sure what people would rather, or if they'd just rather it done with." Some little amusement in her tone at the last suggests she has an idea where Leova stands. "I'll keep an eye on things, though. And... make sure nothing happens, yes." Nothing bad, anyway. There's a low half-laugh for done with, but Leova doesn't speak until after Brieli talks about keeping an eye out: "Appreciate it if you let us know when, first signs and all. If you really aren't sure... write down anything as seems strange, hm? Or unusual. Maybe an upset stomach, say, will wind up due to a herdbeast gone down wrong, or maybe it'll prove to have been something more in retrospect." Examining the lift of Iesaryth's wings, there's a moment where her eyes soften, just looking instead of examining. Just a moment, before it's back to work. "Might be too late now, might not be, but her muscle tone's a touch soft: could stand more getting out there and flying, like it or not. It'll help her when she gets out into the thick of things: not just longer-higher, but less chance of injury, hm? They don't always... respect limits." There's a quirk to the greenrider's mouth, shared with the goldrider, that's decidedly wry. A smirk for that half-laugh. Brieli knows, she's heard people talk. "I will. Both, the writing down and letting you know. It might be difficult to notice, at first, I suspect. If she's at all the way she's been all along. There's just not a lot that bothers her. Not like some of the others." Gold and otherwise. Iesaryth will lift her wing gamely - see, pretty watery patterns? - but she has a bit of a huff for some of Leova's observations. Like it not. Her rider has to smirk again. "She doesn't mind flying. She'd just rather sleep sometimes, or watch and think. I'll see what I can do. If not for this time, for later." Another wrinkle of her nose for that wry quirk of mouth; all the goldrider says is, "I'm not surprised." "Hope for your sake she stays that way," Leova admits. "Some of 'em do a switcharound. Who knows, Hraedhyth might be all meek and mild," though the deeper laugh she shares, this time, finds that unlikely. "Can't argue the sleeping any, but still. It's good for you: keeps things from stagnating," this more for the queen herself. "Truly. Anyhow. What else." Look at Iesaryth's teeth, her claws... it requires enough focus that the dragonhealer's silent for a time. When she reemerges, "Anyhow. You know about blooding only. Wouldn't be the first weyrwoman to write it down on the back of your hand, if it works for you. You know about getting out early if Hraedhyth does go up, and better early than late: if it's a false alarm, well, it'll be entertaining enough to see the bronzes scatter, the rest of us won't be bothered. And..." again the rusty-haired woman looks at Brieli, but this time it's for longer, so very focused. "For all we talk about a high flight. Long flight. Eggs-eggs-eggs. Most of all, want the both of you to make it out in one piece. Well... technically two pieces, one for each of you, but. You understand?" With a little laugh of her own, Brieli admits, "I can't really see Hraedhyth being much but... herself." With all that may entail. As for Iesaryth, she can't argue with Leova's logic; her water flows, drips, washes, drowns... but never sits. Yes, she has big teeth and claws. And she's polite enough not to breathe too much gross dragon-breath all over the dragonhealer - an occupational hazard, to be sure, but why be disgusting about it? Once the conversation continues, the tall girl is nodding slowly - yes, she knows this, but she won't complain about hearing it again. Can it hurt? No. But the last... That last, she pauses and sobers for, seeming sincerely appreciative for the concern for them, not just for the flight or the clutch or what it all might mean. "I understand. We understand. We'll be all right." It's firm, determined. She'll make sure of it. And for whatever's left of the examination, the goldrider does her best to push back her anxiety and reassure the dragonhealer that she's got it handled. Not that Leova thinks she doesn't, but it's the only thing she really can do. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Thu, 24 Jan 2013 19:29:40 GMT.
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"Don't want... surprises."
TOO BAD. At least it wasn't a battle... well, between queens. ^^;
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