Logs:First Aid for Flesh Wounds - Revision history

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-| quote = << What does his leg matter, anyway?  He can fly.  He can hunt.  Now I can hunt, too.  And that ''hurts''! >>
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 :''All the furniture here has been pushed to one side of the room to allow a large pathway opposite: room enough to let weyrling dragons pass from the bowl's archway to the cavernous barracks at the back. None of the furniture matches, either: it varies from big cushioned, claw-footed chairs to those of plain wood, while the most seating is at the two stone tables ringed by low and equally hard stone benches. Without the tapestries that decorate many of the Weyr's other interior spaces, the room always echoes with noise, no matter how few are there.
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 The weyrling watched his lifemate sleep for a little while, pushing aside the new duties the day had added.  Tears came to his eyes briefly, fueled by the remorse and guilt that lingered, but he scrubbed them away with his arm and turned to clean up the mess in the training cavern, the mess in bowl, then the mess that was sure to come.  The one in his own head would have to be sorted out later.
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 Then it was done.  Hands shaking, D'kan wiped away the excess redwort from around the wound, replaced the cover to the redwort jar, then knelt in front of Kazavoth to press his forehead to the brown's.  For a long time, they remained that way until the dragon began to relax again, until D'kan's knees went numb, until the red-stained hands at either side of Kazavoth's head started to feel chilled.
-It was time for D'kan to find Meara or Quinlys, but he just wasn't ready.  Not quite yet.  Kazavoth's head was drooping again, and his eye had gone back to their sleepy blues, only occasionally shot through with a speck of dull orange.  His wings were folded to his back in a loose clump, but the spars were beginning to slump as he fought to remain awake.
+It was time for D'kan to find Meara or Quinlys, but he just wasn't ready.  Not quite yet.  Kazavoth's head was drooping again, and his eyes had gone back to their sleepy blues, only occasionally shot through with a speck of dull orange.  His wings were folded to his back in a loose clump, but the spars were beginning to slump as he fought to remain awake.
 D'kan took a last moment to bring the candle near again, giving the gash a critical eye before he pushed himself to feet that had fallen asleep several minutes ago.  Silently, the two moved farther into the cavern and entered the barracks.  Kazavoth waited just long enough for D'kan to pull the blanket from his cot, which was then draped over the dragon's rushes.  Couldn't have one of them reopening the wound, after all.  Within about thirty seconds of curling up on his couch, Kazavoth was asleep, overcome by the day's events with the rapidity of the young.