Logs:Called on Icing
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| RL Date: 26 February, 2016 |
| Who: Alida, Ilicaeth, C'thoun, Dathath |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Alida and Ilicaeth provide their form of TLC to a disabled dragon (and sort of his rider, too). |
| Where: HRW: K'del and Cadejoth's OLD weyr ledge |
| When: Day 14, Month 2, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cloudy, cool. |
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| Those dragonhealers who know at least a couple of the finer nuts and bolts of Alida's personality and behaviors might find it rather odd that the woman requested to tend to Dathath, rather than keep to the relative ease of the main cavern with its larger 'choice' of dragons and firelizards that needed tending. Until, of course, the slyer of said dragonhealers opined that the bluie was just attempting to interact with as few *humans* as possible during the course of her duties. And perhaps enough of those other dragonhealers might have been vaguely surprised when the 'apprentice' was okayed to take on the duty (along with a few others, of course. Everybody needs a break, needs to sleep and work, as well.). Alida wasn't telling anyone about her motives (or lack of them) for asking for the duty, including C'thoun and his disabled brown, of course. But all that really mattered was her competent presence while exercising her newest skill, and Ilicaeth's hearty backup...the burly blue pleased to help out both his rider and another pair in his home. « It's time again, Dathath... » Ilicaeth reached with his usual jocular and dark humor to inform the elderly brown of his incipient icing as Alida gathered up what was needed, soon mounted her lifemate's neck. The dull pain in the mind voice that replied, mixed with the brown's irritation at enough things (especially being stuck on this ledge), and his boredom encouraged Ilicaeth's bolstering mental reply of, « You ever seen anything like *this* before? » Only partially revealed to the brown in diffuse and sparing images were strange bands of various colors, mixed with the sounds of the sea in the background, along with the scent of a big, southern wild cat. A bit of wily scheming combined with his natural aptitude at chatter soon 'netted' the airborne, finally landing Ilicaeth Dathath's near-full attention...and kept the brown at least partially diverted much of the time when Alida set about icing that broken leg to keep down the swelling, checked the limb for signs of healing or infection, eyed the metal brace to assure herself of its proper placing and strength. And if she managed to actually listen to some of C'thoun's concerns and an old story or two in the process, well...that was only part of being a (dragon)healer. Her sharing of an old story of her own - though much abbreviated - continued to help the man pass the time as pleasantly as possible, as well. Ilicaeth even went as far as to help the old brown balance and shift around when needed, but never in an intrusive or condescending fashion: he knew *he'd* not want anybody's aggravating hovering over himself, if *he* was injured. While their humans moved about, interacted - while Alida did her work with deft and perhaps strangely gentle hands that rarely provoked much pain from the brown - the blue finally let the reasons behind his first images shared with Dathath slip from his maw to the stone of the ledge between the two of them: a human-sized double-handful of rocks...coated with saliva, of course. It *did* make the water-polished agates, natural glasses, quartzes and even a small bead of raw gold from a riverbed gleam even more in the daylight. And how Alida found each one of them - and the circumstances of such - were tales all on their own, though he only remembered via his rider's personal memories. The blue took inventory that each of the rocks and pebbles was actually *there* (to avoid accidentally swallowing one or more, and thus avoiding his rider's ire) as he tongue-lolled them out, but the meat of the activity was soon found in nosing them carefully to make them shine even more, show their various colors and patterns more distinctly to both sets of dragon eyes. And those interesting (if sometimes *slightly* elaborated-upon) stories surrounding them. It took a couple of hours (maybe more than truly needed, but nobody was counting the minutes, really) to perform every facet of their twinned 'tasks' of 'healing body and sustaining minds, but - when she finally gathered up her tools (and those now-dried and smelly rocks and pebbles) and took their leave of the brownpair - Alida found herself actually enjoying nearly every moment of it. « Except fer when they started nattering on about that green and 'er rider, after awhile, » Ilicaeth 'helpfully' tossed in with a full-on scour of rasping snark, his furnace-like sands scouring out internal laughter. « No shit... » Alida replied within, her mouth curling into a smirk while goggled eyes rolled amply as Ilicaeth took them on a lazy descent towards the entrance to the healing complex. No matter how alluded-to or lost in time, bits of sex stories happening between humans over the age of 65 still managed to make Alida cringe. |
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