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Post by nightingale on Nov 24, 2008 12:22:01 GMT -5
Saeo relaxed visibly as Miera told them that the parchment and pencil Zesa had brought was only going to be used for medical record keeping -which was good, because she had been halfway to throwing herself at the healer's feet and begging for forgiveness. Pride ment nothing when your unborn dragon was at stake.
The mention of archive duty got her thinking. Had she ever come across a medical record? Most of what she transcribed was chosen simply because it sat adjacent to whatever Raylin was working on at the time. Now that she thought about it, most of what she had read so far were hatching and flight records...she'd have to take a look around the records room come morning. The idea that entire sections of reading material were escaping her notice was not one that Saeo cared for.
"Wait, she's here?"
She asked in alarm, her posture stiffening instantly at the mention of Kemma being somewhere in the infirmary. Her first thought was not that the candidatemaster was sick or injured, but that she had through some incredibly unfortunate coincidence, happened to be visiting the infirmary in search of something to help her sleep, leaving the three of them ripe for discovery at any moment. It was only the concern in the voices of her two companions that set Saeo's thinking in a different direction. Had she been thredscored? Oh gosh, what if Raylin was right and that was why they hadn't been put into lesson rotation yet?
"She is alright, isn't she?"
The girl pressed, her pale eyebrows knitting into a worried line. Surely they would have been told if there was anything seriously wrong with their supervisor.
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Post by Avu on Nov 24, 2008 16:01:09 GMT -5
Ma'am? A slight amused smile started at the side of Meira's mouth at the name. How odd it felt, to be addressed as ma'am when she was younger than Cloar, even if of a higher rank. Not altogether unpleasant, just - odd. But that was neither here nor there, the Healer thought mindlessly, nodding a bit curtly to the boy. The worst he could get now was an infection of some kind...'mandyrs hadn't been the ones catching illnesses previously, and there had been none of the flitter sickness in them - that she'd heard of - and thus, unless they had some sort of dormant virus, he should be quite all right. By all accounts, 'mandyr bites seemed to be quite commonplace and were almost to be expected. In the face of that, Meira seriously doubted they had ever infected anybody badly if proper care had been taken of said wound, or there'd definitely be havoc surrounding the obnoxious little things.
Their abrupt concern about the Candidatemaster made Meira blink, one eyebrow rising in surprise. You'd think they'd be glad, really, for no lessons...but then, she supposed that if one didn't know anything about Selenitas Weyr, they'd be grateful for the lessons. Even so...the Healer hesitated, head tilted to one side as she studied their faces, and then sighed, shrugging, uncertain as to whether or not she ought to tell them what had happened to the Candidatemaster. After all - who knew? Rumors spread like wildfire. Well, perhaps if they Impressed, it'd do them some good to hear, though quite frankly she didn't want to make them disrespect the Candidatemaster. "Not sick. She'll be fine." She fiddled absently with the roll of bandages. "Her riding straps. They broke, were cut, or something. Either way, she fell. During the Touching for Millieth's clutch."
With a slight, dry smile, Meira put down the roll of bandages, squatting next to Raylin and gently rubbing the oily Cayenne Pepper substance onto a cloth, smearing it carefully over the Candidate's swollen ankle. Funny how something applied to the external side of an injured joint could make it better, really, but it did, and Meira had no reason to question it. "I'm going to wrap it, too," she went on, "And I'll get you a little bottle of this oil to take with you. If it hurts, you can either apply some of this, or apply ice; ice should bring down the swelling, too. You might want to get yourself a crutch or something to lean on to accomodate the healing, since the more weight you keep off of it, the faster it'll heal."
She straightened, stepping back and watching the Candidates. "Any questions, comments, or concerns?"
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Post by Rei on Nov 27, 2008 16:39:44 GMT -5
The comment about the candidate master made the Raylin’s eyes widened in horror. “Someone cut her straps.” She breathed the disbelief evident in her tone; did murders still happen in weyrs? Of course they had too. No place was immune from evil right? She had heard about the Weyrling massacre but she had thought it was just a story told by the holders to frighten the people so they would not accept the requests of search riders.
Her train of thought was broken as she felt a warming sensation against her ankle. She glanced down at the swollen appendage to see Meira applying the oil to it with soft deft strokes. The candidate nodded at the appropriate times as Meira spoke and winched slightly as her sore ankle was wrapped. “Thank you for the oil.” Raylin said softly. She tilted her head and began to come up with ideas for a crutch, mentally disregarding them all almost as fast as she made them. Who wanted to hobble around on a crutch all day? No perhaps she would forego the crutch altogether.
Raylin nodded her head in response to Meira’s query, “Would the cold river water work in place of ice?” She questioned. She then turned her head toward Saeo making a mental note to ask the girl for her opinion on the piece of news about the candidate master.
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Post by dragon on Nov 29, 2008 1:46:02 GMT -5
Cloar got to his feet, and looked around speculatively. Time to head back to the barracks, he reckoned. Time to get some proper sleep, before the next day's work happened around. There was entirely too much to do, to not be getting any sleep. And Cloar, actually, had yet to get a wink of sleep that night.
"Do you need help getting to a boat?" Cloar asked, of Raylin, figuring that she wasn't going to be moving very far or very quick on that ankle. He figured that she was small enough, and he was strong enough, that he could carry her if he had to. And he wouldn't mind helping her out, either.
Nor would he mind rowing the boat, over to the island that held the tree that housed thier quartering. But he did want to get back there, and get out of this mess. Sleep was starting to be a stronger and stronger call.
He hoped that Kemma was going to be okay after a fall like that, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was a blacksmith candidate, after all. Not a healer. Of any sort or kind. So, his best course of action would be to stay out of the way and allow the healers to care for the Candidate Master.
Which, of course, also left him free to get back to hid bunk. Which was more than likely feeling rather lonely at the moment, what with how long he'd been away from it. Hopefully none of the other lads had noticed that he'd gone missing ... finding creepy crawlies in his bedding was always quite annoying. Not because he didn't like creepies, but because in doing away with them, they always left gooey spots in his bedclothes. And those tended to stick to things.
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Post by nightingale on Dec 1, 2008 13:35:21 GMT -5
"Umm...miss...I can't really feel my arm anymore..."
Saeo murmured nervously, giving the affected limp a prod to illustrate her point. The numbweed salve was stonger than she had thought it would be. Her arm felt as if it had fallen asleep and the sensation was...rather unsettling.
"It would be nice if you would help us back Cloar."
She murmured, oblivious to which of them the help was being offered as she slid into one of the examination chairs.
"After all, you're the only one among us who'll be capable of swimming if the boat capsizes. You wouldn't want us to drown for lack of a strapping young lad to save us, now would you?"
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