Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Mar 5, 2009 20:27:34 GMT -5
G'tor relaxed a little as the egg started to crack. He was a little disappointed that it wasn't a fire lizard, but at least he didn't have to worry about it going wild. And Saeo didn't seem to mind. He chuckled at her devoted attention to it, though he could hear what she was saying. Seeing that she was fully occupied, he turned back to C'oar who was being quiet now. "Sorry I haven't got something for you right now," he apologized. "But maybe you'd like something to drink?" He should probably go get something for Saeo's chick anyway, and a detour for C'oar would be no trouble.
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Post by nightingale on Mar 5, 2009 23:46:05 GMT -5
Watching cracks spread across the surface of the little egg was almost hypnotizing. It took the soggy black occupant the better part of five minutes to struggle free of it’s former home, but then all at once Saeo found that she was holding a baby bird. Two legs, she noted with vague interest as the baby settled itself down into her cupped hands for a post-birth nap. Under any other circumstances she probably would have started squealing about how perfectly adorable it was, but it seemed that the girl just hadn’t managed to find her characteristic spunk yet.
“It’s precious. Thank you.”
She murmured, flicking her eyes up at the brownrider who had given it to her. The statement was made no less sincere by how quietly it was spoken, nor by how distinctively bloodshot her eyes were. It was a lovely present, and she was very grateful that he had chosen to give it to her. Carefully, she shifted the newborn to one hand so that she could gather up the bits of discarded shell and tuck them into the front pocket of her denim jumper. Once that was done, and she was certain that there was no more excuse for her to keep her eyes riveted on the bedspread, she looked up a C’oar with an expression that desperately wanted to be a smile.
“It’s a shame that I haven’t got any more letters to steal from you.” She offered meekly, cradling the baby against her chest. “I suppose I shall just have to name him Sooty.”
Cherilith huffed softly, his breath fogging up the glass of the infirmary window as he tried to balance atop Frosstyth’s shoulders. Mine does not seem upset...but her mind feels strange. Perhaps yours is funny and dizzying because he is still sick? I do not know what is in the egg...oh, mine says that it is a bird. What is a bird?
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Post by dragon on Mar 6, 2009 0:30:16 GMT -5
C'oar blinked at G'tor in silence for a moment. And then when he did speak, he completely by passed answering G'tor's question. "Who are you?" Thankfully, the words came out clearly, more or less, though he did kind of sound like he had a cotton ball in his mouth still.
A bird is a small creature that flies. Kinda like a flitter, I think. Only ... fatter. Frosstyth remarked, wondering what was going on through the window. But he held still, and waited patiently as Cherilith looked inside. He could understand wanting to see ... after all, he still wanted to see, himself. Though, to anyone wandering around outside, the two weyrlings probably looked quite rediculous. And quite curious, too.
C'oar noticed Saeo looking at him again, and he rolled his head back over to look back at her. "Letters?" He asked, blankly, before comprehending what she meant. "Oh." He noted the valiant attempt at a smile she was trying to make, also. Wow. That was the most he'd seen her try to be happy in ... weeks. And he was glad to see it. So he returned the gesture. Though in his drug-happy sleepy state, it was far easier for him than for her ... even if he did look doped at the time.
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Tashe
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Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on Mar 8, 2009 0:27:10 GMT -5
"Nuisance. Come." Offering his hand to the Mandyr, the Brownrider sighed gruffly in agitation. He was late for his shift change already, and the little Blue was making him even later. "Come on you evil Salamandyr, lets go." That, of course, got Nuisance's attention and caused him to climb up his arm. Turning on his heel, E'rro continued down the hall with a scowl. Sometimes he wished that Ismaroth hadn't insisted on watching a Mandyr hatching, but other times, he realized that the Blue had grown into a source of amusement for him.
Redwort Blood. Bloooood. Sick.
"Yes Nuisance. We are going to the Infirmary now." Quickly tilting his head to the side to avoid having his earlobe bitten, E'rro sighed in exasperation. One day he was going to chuck the Mandyr out the window and hope he never came back. /No you won't./ Oh shut up Ismaroth. I wasn't thinking to you. /I know. And you know that when I get bored I listen to you think./ Well thats an invasion of privacy. /Bonding with a Dragon in general is an invasion of privacy./ It was true, that statement. Once you Impressed a Dragon, you no longer had any privacy, and your dragon knew everything about you.
Pushing the door open to the infirmary, E'rro stepped to the side so that he could close it. Quietly moving through the cots to the person he was to relieve, the Brownrider accepted the charts from the girl so she could leave. Waiting for a moment before moving over to a closet, he deposited his coat and bag into it before looking down at the chart. The next person to be checked up on was... a Weyrling named C'oar. Looking up, E'rro spotted a pair of people by the cot he needed to get at. /Isn't that the man we helped on the beach?/ Yes it is. /Oh right./
Stopping to replace a blanket over a sleeping patient, E'rro made his way over to the patient he needed to check up on. Hopefully, he could do his rounds without having to be interrupted by the Brownrider he had saved or the little gaggle he had collected. If it came to it, he could boot them out of the Infirmary with ease.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Mar 10, 2009 19:07:54 GMT -5
"You're most welcome," G'tor beamed at Saeo. A chick might not be as exciting as a fire lizard, but it was cute and it did seem to have cheered her up. The rider's cheer turned to a crestfallen look when C'oar finally answer his question. He was used to being forgotten, of course, but he had hoped the boy would remember. He couldn't really blame him though. It wasn't like they had spoken since before the hatching and his mind must be foggy. "I'm G'tor, remember? The brownrider. You helped give Ruskeath a bath when you were a candidate."
Another distraction arrived in the form of E'rro, lurking and approaching the bed. G'tor grinned. Perfect timing! It was entirely possible that he was coming to tell them to get out and give the patients peace, but he should be able to slip the man his present first. He pounced E'rro before he had the chance to speak. "Just the man I wanted to see!" He passed him the folded black gloves. "For you as thanks for saving me. I noticed you don't seem to like touching people." Probably the only reason G'tor wasn't offering his hand to shake.
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Tashe
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Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
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Post by Tashe on Mar 10, 2009 23:11:48 GMT -5
Seven Paces. Five paces. Three Paces. Two... he almost made it to the bed without being noticed, but then again, his luck was never that good. He was intercepted by, what was his name again... G'tor?
'Just the man I wanted to see!'
Taking a half step backward from the man as he approached, the younger Brownrider eyed the older man warily. When G'tor produced the gloves, E'rro shifted his gaze onto them instead of his face. He wasn't used to being thanked for doing his job, let alone getting gifts along side them. These shows of kindness were foreign enough to him that E'rro would feel confused, unsure as to how to proceed from there, never having encountered situations like them before. For the few moments before his mask stole back over his face, he might have looked like a stunned doe, wondering whether to run from a human disturbance or stay. "I was just doing my job... which you are currently impeding." Glancing up from the gloves, E'rro rolled up his sleeves so they would be out of his way when he checked up on C'oar. He didn't want to accept the gift, but he got the vague feeling that if he didn't do it now, the man would somehow find a way to get them to him. So he took the gloves when they were passed to him. "Thank you." He surprised himself with his words, he normally wasn't one for pleasantries.
Stepping around the Brownrider, E'rro tucked the gloves into his vest pocket, tying back his hair into a small runnertail. Damn. He forgot to scrub. Heading past the cot to grab a jar of Redwort and a bowl of water, he combined the two to make a solution he could wash with. The whole process took only a few minutes, he used a clean cloth to dry his hands before hooking a stool with his foot and shifted it over to the non-occupied side of the Weyrlings cot. Sitting down, the Healer looked down at C'oar. "You think you could spare the time for a check up, or is this an inconvenient time?"
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