Logs:Getting Fixed
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| RL Date: 17 May, 2013 |
| Who: E'ten, N'rov, R'co |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: R'co and Deveriteauxth get the all-clear to come home. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 10, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Hattie/Mentions |
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| Dragon Infirmary, Fort Weyr Linked to a number of ground weyrs and the main Infirmary, this central cavern is roughly oval in shape and large enough to accommodate two or three smaller dragons if need be. A set of wide double doors lead out into the bowl and are rarely locked, in-case of emergency. Its white-washed walls hold several outcroppings for glows, focused around the main counter at the left of the room and the two beds set far enough apart for dragons to settle into the wallow-like dips between them. Equipment is stored in the (locked) cabinets behind the counter and the glass-covered shelving units carved into the wall, wide and deep enough to hold the necessary quantities to treat injuries of a larger scale. It's been six days since Laurienth took to the skies; six days since the injuries Deveriteauxth, and so many others, sustained in their attempts to catch her. Six days, too, for R'co to have been stuck in Fort Weyr. With it being morning, post-breakfast for most, he's trailing his dragon into the infirmary, looking no less happy about being here or the brown's sorry state than he ought to be. The blonde rider mopes his way across the cavern, picking a likely-looking empty spot to wait to be seen in. He slumps back against Deveriteauxth's foreleg, arms crossed over his chest. The bronze-knotted rider leaning casually against the public side of the counter, the one who isn't E'ten, apparently is part of the 'few' rather than the 'most.' N'rov's making unhurried headway through a shallow bowl of sliced sausage and grits with cheese as he talks to his clutchmate, and now at Deveriteauxth's entrance, he eyes the brown and his escort. "Another of Laurienth's victims, are you? Good morning. Welcome to Fort." Never mind that it's been six whole days. Klah. It's been mostly klah for E'ten since this entire accident with Laurienth. Although, there's becoming another reason for it as the bronzerider leans to one side from behind the counter with a wave of the mug bearing hand. "Hello there. You can come in. We don't bite," comes the greeting, mug being set aside with a smirk given in N'rov's direction. "For all that it may seem we do at times. How is he doing?" Meaning Deveriteauxth, who receives a nod of the head in greeting. "Welcome to Fort indeed," R'co replies to N'rov mopily, exhaling a sharp breath upwards to blow his blonde hair back out of his eyes. "Honestly. First your Weyrwoman was all glaring-eyed at me because I paid a visit too close to Isyath's rising, then one of your greens attacks my poor Deveriteauxth..." He sighs dramatically and shakes his head, sweeping his hair back behind his ears. "I'm starting to think doing business here might be more trouble than it's worth." With a fond look up at his brown, the Reaches rider peels himself away to join the locals. "Are you sure you don't bite, dar--" Cutting himself short in such unfamiliar territory, he smiles sheepishly instead. "He's still a little sore, but the stitches are holding and it seems to be doing better." N'rov sends an answering smirk E'ten's way, and tells R'co, "He'd like you to think that. The thing is, brownrider, it's not just any old green of ours, it's Laurienth. You do know now that her reputation is well-deserved? E'ten, I think we should put a sign up. It could be right on the Star Stones. 'Welcome to Fort! Watch out for Laurienth!' and then perhaps a tally score underneath for her victims." He goes to have a drink of klah, eyes his mug, and then sets it down in favor of reaching for the one E'ten had abandoned. While he's at it, "Good for Hattie, not like it would have made a difference." "You're not the only pair with injuries," E'ten comes back in rejoinder to R'co's sullen demeanor as he approaches the brown and his bandages. Nearby, there's Adiulth and a bucket of numbweed, not yet used but ready in case the bronze deems it so. "Does he mind if I inspect the healing process?" As for the mug, it's pretty much empty for all intents and purposes. Except for a small amount at the very bottom. As to the remark about Hattie, he amends, "That's the Weyrwoman's perrogrative if she wants foreign bronzes in contest for a junior flight." R'co regards N'rov curiously, head canted slightly to one side, arms still crossed a little defensively over his chest as he tries to suss the man out. "A warning would be marvellous," he agrees, smirking. "Though I have to ask, why do you say it wouldn't have made a difference? Dev sired the most darling clutch back at Ista a few turns ago." And R'co's dead proud of it, too, from the way he puffs up his chest. Deveriteauxth lowers his head to look at E'ten, raising one forepaw up off the floor; he holds it up for a few seconds, before grunting in pain and dropping it. R'co turns to glare at him, then looks at E'ten with an apologetic wince. "Sorry. Please, just ignore him, darling. Tell him to shut up." To E'ten, Deveriteauxth's presence is known through a refreshingly cold milky green, appearing at the edge of thought almost like a gentle knock to the door, before barging on in. « I don't mind. » A heavily accented voice; rolling letters, a rumbling purr. « It hurts when I do this. » It's the weight of the mug, or rather its lack of weight, that warns N'rov first. He tilts the mug, eyes the dregs within it, and then holds it a few inches above his mouth where everyone's able to see those last few drops drip in if they only look. "Tastes like sand," he grumbles, and sets the mug down hard. "What kind of an infirmary do you keep, E'ten, where a man runs out of klah? Well, if you won't see to it, I suppose I'll have to." As for R'co, when he notices the man again, "Congratulations? Good day, brownrider." He stalks off with a renewed mutter about the infirmary's hospitality, leaving E'ten's mug behind but taking his own and his bowl with him. Not that he'll be back, not soon, but a drudge will enter with refills instead. "Then you shouldn't do that." Remarked even as E'ten registers that it wasn't the rider but rather the dragon, the man looks to Adiulth then R'co with a press of his lips. "Does he do that often?" Asked with a gesture to the brown, he waves one hand downwards to convince the dragon to put the leg back on the ground. With a look over one shoulder at N'rov as he leaves, there's an amused twitch of his lips as he calls back, "I ran out of candidates for errand running." R'co waves his farewell to N'rov, then goes to join E'ten and his lifemate. "Since he figured out he could," the brownrider sighs, pressing his palm to Deveriteauxth's foreleg and looking with fond annoyance up at the dragon. "It doesn't matter how many times I tell him, darling, he just does it anyway. Though it's far less often nowadays, thank Faranth." He peeps around to look at the stitched-up injuries, his expression sinking a little. "Do you think it'll be better enough for us to be able to go home soon? I've been keeping him completely grounded to try and make it heal faster." "The important part is that there's enough healing of the deepest of the scratches to prevent problems once Deveriteauxth goes between. Otherwise, you could fly straight but even then, I'd wonder when he starts to itch. How often and if you'd have enough numbweed to slather him with." Speaking with the detachment that comes with dragonhealing sometimes, E'ten quirks a brow before remarking something idly as he continues his inspection. "Are you always so free with such titles, R'co? Though, E'ten or if you absolutely must? Sir." Said with resignation, it's not the best option. But he'll endure. "Fly straight? From here to High Reaches?" R'co crosses his arms over his chest, looking up at the taller Fortian rider with a frown. "That'd take forever; I'm worried he'll hurt himself hunting, let alone flying halfway across the continent!" Which is an exaggeration, of course, but the brownrider doesn't look pleased at the suggestion. What E'ten says next confuses him. "'Titles'? I'm not sure I understand. Are you asking me to call you sir?" "E'ten, rather than darling. I don't think we know each other that well, brownrider." Noted without an upwards look towards the young man, E'ten suppresses the smile that threatens to appear. He already knew the answer as he continues to look approvingly at the bandages so far. "No flaking? No further bleeding? When was the last time he hunted? You might have another day or two before that becomes a necessity. He'll be sure to take it easy, I think. Or is he like the more... opinionated dragons that I know?" "Aaah." The 'darling' thing. R'co nods. "Habit," he explains, with a dismissive little wiggle of his fingers. "He pulled the stitches a little a few days back and there was some bleeding, but I've been watching it ever so closely. It'sitchy for him, but it's hard to use both numbweed and oil - put the oil down first and the numbweed takes longer to work. Put the numbweed down first, and the oil doesn't seep through, and I just don't have my equipment here to try and brew up some alternatives." He sighs heavily, moving in alongside E'ten to run a finger just above one line of stitches. Beneath his touch, Deveriteauxth's hide quivers. "He's had nothing since he blooded before Laurienth went up. And before that, it was a few days - so it's been more than a sevenday since he's eaten properly, though he doesn't have much of an appetite. Perhaps because we're not doing much? It's been awfully quiet for us - I think he'd be enjoying it, if he weren't in such a sorry state." If he hadn't pulled the stitches, you both would have been able to go back to the 'Reaches sooner," E'ten remarks, leaving the explanation of 'darling' unmentioned aside for a nod of his head. "As it stands, you needed the extra days here before even being close to returning. Also, you can oil around the injuries. You don't want to put it on the bandages directly. That gets slathered with numbweed until there's hide to apply it to there. You can go home and make sure he eats something but report to your dragonhealer as well. I don't want it to be said that Fort doesn't know how to take care of its dragons. A lack of an appetite in a dragon is never good, R'co." "Wait - you're giving us the all-clear? We can go home?" R'co perks up at that - Deveriteauxth looks a little brighter, too, his eyes whirling blue-green. "We're cleared to go between? Because he'll eat as soon as we're back - it's just that we're here and he's stressed... he'll eat, won't you, darling?" This time it's all for his lifemate, who lowers his muzzle for R'co to lean against. "Fort's hospitality won't be questioned, E'ten. You've been wonderful - apart from the whole Laurienth part, anyway. If you don't mind, I'll go pack up when I've got and we'll be on our way." "I'd feel better if he ate before leaving," E'ten corrects, voice turning a touch sterner as he regards the pair with a few steps away from the dragon - the latter being the one recieving a firm slap against the forearm. "You're to take care of yourself and not over stress yourself," he says, to Deveriteauxth with a look to R'co. "You mind what he does and keep him from doing anything reckless. He might think he can do something but until those injuries heal, you'd best have a mind for his hide." "He'll do nothing until I allow him to," R'co assures, stepping back as Deveriteauxth lifts his head to wuffle a soft breath at E'ten. "Though we will get him something to eat now, before we leave; that way if anything goes wrong..." He's still worried, clearly, about causing his lifemate further damage. "We'll go do that now, da-- E'ten. We'll check back in before we leave, too, just to be sure it's alright still." The brownrider touches the tips of his fingers to his temple in a jaunty salute, while Deveriteauxth turns in a very careful circle to head out the way they came in. "Do stop by for a visit whenever you're next in High Reaches?" And with that, he winks and goes to follow his dragon, jogging to catch up to him. To E'ten, Deveriteauxth sneaks back in with a little more ice and aniseed, a fleetingly thankful touch, before he withdraws again. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 19 May 2013 07:17:39 GMT.
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Ha! I don't think anyone's called him out on his habit of 'darling' before. Leave it to E'ten~ Poor Deveriteauxth. <3
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