Afternoon, what a perfect time for Healing. [Open]

[Tashe]

E'rro had been surprised that Kalierre had deemed him skilled enough to place him in her intermediate/advanced class, but strangely enough, he trusted her judgment of his abilities. Redthing sting! Redthing! I sue! Suesuesue. "Shut up Nuisance." You shut up Nuisance! You Shutup! "I said quiet!" Nonononono! Growling as he made a grab for the Blue Mandyr as he launched his little body off of the Brownrider's shoulder, the ex-Benden Rider missed the bugger by half a finger length. "Shard it you stupid Salamandyr, get your little deranged butt back here or I'll use you for an example of what your insides look like!" His voice was more of a gruff whisper than an angry shout, since there were sleeping patients in the Human wing of the Infirmary, he would rather not get in trouble with the Woman trusting lives to him. No no no! Catch Nuisance! "NO. I am not playing tag." Creeping up behind the dark colored Mandyr, E'rro crouched, waiting to pounce. As he jumped forward to make a snatch at Nuisance, who had settled on the edge of a sterile tray, the Brownrider cursed as his hand hit the tray and not the intended target. Narrowing his eyes as he pushed himself farther so he could prevent the already contaminated instruments from falling, the Brownrider twisted so he'd land on his back. He hit the floor with a muffled thud, grunting as he hit the hard stone, he was sore but relieved that the tray hadn't fallen onto the floor.

Rocking himself to his feet, E'rro placed the tray on a cot so that it had a better chance of staying put. "Come here little Mandyr, I only want to wring the life out of you..." When he got his hands on Nuisance, he would gladly stuff him in a jar and poke holes in the top, just so he could work without distractions. A flash of light blue caught his eye, the shadow of the medicine case had an unusual tinge to it, alerting him to the whereabouts of his crazy Mandyr. Straightening up, E'rro let out a sigh and shrugged his shoulders, pretending he was no longer interested in the chase. Moving over to the medicine shelf without looking at the shadow, the Brownrider shifted a Jar before launching himself at the Mandyr. Stifling a yelp as Nuisance bit him, E'rro let go of the Blue by instinct, growling as he flapped up to the shelves above him. Scrambling to his feet as a particularly large jar wobbled, the Apprentice healer threw himself to stop the liquid filled bottle from shattering on the ground. Groaning slightly as he hit the floor hard, E'rro tapped the jar with the tip of his finger, he had caught it... sorta. "SHARD. IT." Shifting his grip on the jar so he could cover the oozing crack, the young Rider paused to get his breath back, content to just lay there for a moment. Why did the Mandyr see fit to dye his hands blue for at least the next two days, let alone trying to ruin his life. "Farnath I hate you Nuisance." Love you, loveloooove.

[dragon]

Hearing all the crashing and thudding going on in the other part of the infirmary, Dorava put down the tome she had been so dillengently studying, and went to investigate. She had been studying like a thing possessed, trying to get things down quickly before someone decided to revoke her chance to learn to be a healer.

So far, she thought she was doing rather nicely. But then, she hadn't seen Kalierre around, either. Which she viewed as both a good and a bad thing. Dorava honestly didn't want to see Kalierre again, yet. That time would come all too soon, anyway, what with Aonith's wings healing under hides.

She didn't see anything going on in the infirmary after a cursory glance through, so she starting investigating a little closer. She hadn't been hearing things, she was more than sure of it.

Walking around a cot that had a rather disarranged tray of items on it, Dorava spotted a pair of boots. And they were ... moving. Which tended to indicate there was someone in them. Finishing rounding the cot, Dorava looked to see who was down there. Were they hurt?

Who she found down there shocked her. Partly because she knew who he was. And that he didn't look overly hurt for being down there.

"E'rro?!" She asked. She hadn't seen him since he'd vanished from Benden. Not that she'd known him there, either. Just knew his name. "What are you doing down there?" Dorava asked, before offering him an assisting hand up.

[Tashe]

Oh great, just what I need, somebody seeing me in this mess.

Shoving his knees up under his body so he could use his arms to push himself onto them, E'rro glanced up as he heard his name, expecting the surprised female voice to yield Kalierre. Yet, instead it brought him a familiar face, one from his lifetime at Benden. "Aonith's?" Arching an eyebrow, the Brownrider avoided the hand in it's offer of help, easily transitioning from his knees to his feet without assistance. "I wouldn't. It stains." The Greenrider was like a ghost from his past, he had seen her many times at Benden, though almost every time just in passing. As a Rider in the Weyrling wing, he had to learn the names of the adult riders that would fly near their group, and Dorava had at one point been in one of those groups. Frowning slightly as he inched his way toward the clean basins under the wash area's counter, E'rro used the heel of his boot to select the only non-stacked basin and deposit it onto the floor. "I was chasing... my... Mandyr who... wouldn't shut... up." The rim of the basin flipped over onto his boot a he stepped down on it, flexing the tip of his boot, the Brownrider made it so it would stay as he lifted it. "He wanted to play tag, the crashing was me falling to prevent even louder crashing. I shielded the tray and the jar with my body to prevent waking the human patients in the other wing." Pausing as he looked down at the basin on his raised foot, E'rro bent his other knee before jumping and swinging his leg around, causing the basin to fly up onto the wash area with a soft clatter. Fortunately it had been a wood on wood contact, otherwise it would have been way louder. Watching it roll into a standing position, the Apprentice Dragonhealer finally placed the oozing jar into it, releasing his hand from its duty.

"He knocked this large jar off of the shelf in his little game, ergo, why my hand is covered in the medicine." Turning to another basin, one in which he poured redwort then diluted it with water, E'rro began to try and scrub his hands of the blue liquid. As he scrubbed at his arm, the Brownrider suddenly realized how much he'd spoken to the Greenrider, instead of giving the bare minimum... he gave out more with out any resistance. It made him pause. Why would he do that? /Maybe, its because she's from Benden? It would explain why you'd be more open to her than anyone else./ That had to be the explanation. She was a Greenrider from Benden, even though she had most likely transfered under her own will, she was still an anchor from his old life. Realizing he had stopped in his tracks, E'rro returned to washing, frowning at his hand after having dried it. He hadn't gotten the Medicine component off fast enough. "We'll need more Hyssop mixture, preferably for making Syrup from it." Glancing up at the Greenrider from the bowl of blue liquid, E'rro lifted the jar from it, noting that a third of the contents had already emptied into the basin.

"Would you make a fresh batch of redwort water? I need to clean it up off the ground and sterilize the wood before the Hyssop sinks in." Hissing as he felt needles poking through his tunic, the Brownrider narrowed his eyes as he switched his gaze to dark blue Mandyr. "Nuisance..."

[dragon]

Dorava nodded, only, when he correctly named her dragon. She listened as he talked, actually grateful that someone was willing to actually just ... -talk- to her.

A 'mandyr was the source of all the trouble? It seemed to Dorava that they were immensely talented at that particular activity. Thankfully, her own was too shy to make that kind of racket. She could only smile slightly, as he told his tale of what happened. It was not, at all, funny, but yet she was releived to hear it was -only- a 'mandyr, and nothing more serious, like someone falling and smashing thier head.

She was duly impressed by his ability to manipulate a basin over, up, and then onto the table upright with nothing but his foot. That was something she wouldn't have even tried. She might have flipped it with her foot, sure. "You might want to go ahead and pour that out into the bowl, instead of letting it all seep through the broken glass." She suggested.

Redwort water ... "Sure thing - I already had some making, over there. I don't know if it's quite ready, but ..." she shrugged easily, and then returned to where she'd been reading while watching over many such works in progress. Preparing the herbs for the infirmary seemed to almost be a fully time job. No wonder R'wign was always at it. Though the sheer volume of redwort alone that they went through was staggering.

Dorava spotted some rewort water that was already made, and snatched the jar up to carry back. There wasn't a whole lot of it, but it was better than nothing. Its being mostly gone was exactly why she'd been making more. Tucking the jar under an arm, she picked up a couple towels and some rags as well. All this she carried back over to where E'rro was. Setting the towels and rags on the cot, she took the jar in one hand and twisted the top off with the other. "Here you go. Do ... do you need some help distracting your 'mandyr?" She asked, looking down at the blue 'mandyr. Maybe it would do Val some good to have one of his own kind to interact with for a time.

[Tashe]

Itching his cheek with the side of his arm, E'rro frowned as he searched for a cloth, he was fortunate enough to find a scrap piece which allowed him to save the clean ones. The cloth was wrapped around the top of the jar, to prevent either of the ends to ooze their contents over his hand again. Removing the top, the Brownrider carefully tipped the remaining Hyssop concoction into the basin, gently shaking it until most of the goo had come out. "Nuisance, find an empty jar." EMPTY EMPTY. NUINUI FIND! The little amount of weight that the Mandyr had displaced on his shoulder lifted as the Blue leapt off in search of a clear jar, E'rro hoped that the little Mandyr could find it so he didn't have to.

Dorava had returned with the Redwort water, and as soon she had put it on the counter, E'rro took it up in his own grasp. Crouching down where the Hyssop had spilled, the Brownrider scooped the excess mixture into a cloth before dowsing another in the Redwort water, applying it to the floor a few moments later. NUINUISANESANESA FIND JAR EMPTY! Wincing as the Blue shouted out over all frequencies, the Brownrider glanced up at the Mandyr before pointing at him. "Good Nuisance. No more help, keep the jar there." Stay jar, no help. "Yes." Yesyesyessssseeeey. Yes. Turning to the Greenrider as the Mandyr jumped from his position on the shelf, E'rro shrugged before answering. "Do so at your own risk. He bites... a lot." Returns to scrubbing the floor. "Are there many in the Human wing?"

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Flaring his Tan wings, Ismaroth picked himself up from the ground, shaking his body free of leaves and branches that might have fallen on him while he rested. Debris always seemed to find their way onto him, dirtying his hide and making him look grungy, a look he did not particularly enjoy. He wasn't exactly vain, but Ismaroth appreciated a clean and speck free hide, since E'rrohis had always cleaned him before Battles, Raids and Drills, a shining Dragon could be a fearsome spectacle. Taking a few strides before leaping into the air, the light Brown pumped his wings until he gained altitude, slipping through the heated thermals. As a Dragon, Ismaroth naturally searched for these air pockets and thermals, letting him conserve strength for whatever he needed. Swiveling his pinions as he took a left turn, the young Male focused his vision on the landing platform for the Infirmary, searching for the Green Aonith. He had spoken to the Female a few times when they were both stationed at Benden Weyr, and he (like his rider) felt more compelled to seek out her companionship than any other. She was something familiar, in an unfamiliar place. Locating the Green, Ismaroth silently approached, not out of being sneaky... just out of habit, and the Green would know of his approach anyways, the rustle of Dragonwings was an all to familiar sound. Dropping out of the sky, the Brown yawned as he perched himself at a respectful distance from the Female. He was younger than the Green, an inbred instinct lead him to be respectful toward her... greater in age, meant greater in experience. /Aonith, good evening. We did not know that you and Yours were at Selenitas. When, if I may ask, did you arrive?/

[dragon]

Dorava nodded, making note of the warning about Nuisance. Biting wasn't good. "I hope he doesn't bite me." she remarked aloud.

Hearing all the racket that Nuisance was making, Val crept out of hiding to see who that was. Keep? He inquired, with the only word he knew. Still. He peered at Nuisance like he had never seen the like before. To be totally honest, the silly little 'mandyr hadn't. Since his hatching, he hadn't seen another 'mandyr since. Mostly, that was his own fault, as he spent all his time hiding in Dorava's clothing. Keep?

"There are a few people over there, sure. I am not sure exactly who they are, though. To be perfectly honest, I would expect more people in the infirmary than there are ... even as many as there are. This is a big place. And the percentage that come through here is astoundingly low. But ... somehow I get the feeling that the people in there now are important people. I don't know for sure. I am not yet allowed to actually interact with patients. I just study and do the drudgework." she shrugged.

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Aonith picked up her head and looked over as Ismaroth landed. At first she had no idea who he was, any more than most of the other dragons in the weyr, and he got an appropriately blank look out of her. She was about to get up and move out of his way when he spoke. And his voice alerted her to who he was.

Isma? What are you doing here? She asked, slightly shocked. Then realizing he had asked a direct question and she had ignored it, she hurried to fix that: We arrived a few months ago. She lifted her one wing, the one that had hides sewn to it. Alas, I arrived needing care. And soon I am hoping these things come off. They abominably itchy of late.

Settling back down where she had been laying since he seemed to have arrived specifically to talk to her, Aonith resting her head back on her crossed wrists. But she continued to look him over. You've grown considerably. She complimented.

[Tashe]

No keep! Nooo keep! Flaring his pretty little Mandyr wings, Nuisance peered up at the other Blue, twitching his frills up and down as he inspected the male. Nuisance me. You!? You Keepkeep?

Minemineminemine Blueblue he Keepkeep. "I doubt that's his name Nuisance." Turning to Dorava, "He's probably too interested in your Blue. But you never know, Ismaroth says I should have named him Malice." /You should have. He likes to bite my membranes./ Scrubbing at the floor with his usual mask, E'rro retrieved another cloth to soak up the residual redwort water, mulling over the Greenrider's words as she spoke. "They are careful at this Weyr, they..." He had trouble placing a word that accurately described the people of Selenitasites. "... are caring. The people look out for eachother... and they don't go out to the front lines everyday, like we had to. " Folding the cloths before sending them down the shoot, E'rro wiped the palms of his hands on his trousers. "Quite frankly, I find it unnerving." In fact, he preferred Benden's survival of the fittest attitude, it was what he grew up with and the only thing he'd grown forever accustomed to. "Important, Hmm... It would have to be people of lesser 'importance' then, otherwise the entire Weyr would know."

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/We live here now. I made Ermine stay here after the Benden attack, we helped lead our Weyrling Wing in, but he got knocked out by the Weyrlingmaster of Selenitas after having been told to attack him. If not for the fact that 'I' wished to stay, we would be back at Benden./ Inclining his head a fraction of an inch, Ismaroth turned an eye upon the infirmary before returning his attention back unto the Green, silently listening to her tale. /I'm sure it will. It only takes so long for our wings to heal, Ermine has a fair amount of information on it in his head./ Which of course, was true, since His was foremost a Dragonhealer. Although Ismaroth couldn't understand most of the advanced terminology, he could pick through and look at a lot of things, including wing injuries.

/Indeed, it seems as though I have./ Reshuffling his wings as he too found space to lay down, the Dark Tan Male kept his head up, unlike his Green counterpart. /You, yourself, seem prettier every time I chance upon your company./

[dragon]

Keep, keep. Val. Val keep. Keep Val? Val asked, fluttering his own frill slightly as he leaned out of Dorava's pocket, twisting his head around first one way and then the other as he peered curiously at Nuisance. No? Val asked, uttering the first word he'd learned since learning his first word and his name. No! No nonononono. He said, over and over, as if tasting the word.

Dorava could only laugh at his words. She was glad he'd finally learned something other than 'keep', but 'no' was barely more useful. "So long as he doesn't bite me, I don't care how interested in Val he gets." she grinned, before offering E'rro some more towels to dry his hands on. He didn't seem inclined to allow her to help out, but she was getting used to people reacting that way to her, in the infirmary. She just wasn't experienced enough. Though why someone needed experience to help mop up stuff off the floor was beyond her.

"I have, actually, noticed that things are quite different here. And to be honest, I'm glad for it. It's one of the reasons Aonith and I came. We got sick of the constant warfare." she admitted. "Though her wounds played a big part in our move, too." Dorava said, as she watched the towels all slide into and down the chute.

"I wouldn't know if the whole weyr knew or not." Dorava said. "I don't talk to many people."

~~~

I don't blame you for wanting to stay. Aonith said, to Ismaroth. In fact, I think that was very wise of you, to do so, when you had the opportunity quite litterally dropped in your lap like that. When you did not return with the others, we merely assumed you were killed, and no one said anything to the contrary that we heard.

Aonith picked her head up, and shifted in place for a moment, as if thinking. Yours knows about healing wings? Would he mind looking at mine? I ripped the stitching on part of the hide, and Domine was quite upset with me. She put it back on, but ... it still itches like there are burrs in there. Do you think he could tell if I am healed yet?[/i] She asked, curiously. She would be SO happy to get rid of the awful hides on her wings. Then she could itch as she pleased, and not be in danger of ripping them off. That, and she was intensely curious to see how her wing had healed. It felt healed, but ... that didn't mean anything. And after all that, she was completely looking forward to being airborne again. Being ground bound was really starting to tell on her nerves.

Aonith tilted her head slightly to one side, considering Ismaroth. She really couldn't remember chancing upon meeting him that often, at Benden. But then ... she didn't really remember a whole lot anyway. And anything was possible. She certainly wasn't about to pass up such an obvious compliment, either. Preening slightly, Aonith was entirely tickled at the compliment.

[Tashe]

Val? Valval, I Nuisance! We Blue! Swinging his chubby tail, the unusually dark Blue flapped his 'Mandyr wings, quietly formulating a plan to bite the other. He thought it was hilariously funny when humanpet things and his cousins made faces and noises when he bit them, it was very very amusing. Humanthings also had shinny things on them, and he loved the shinny things, his Humanpet also loved them. But sometimes he got angry, and made Nuisance tell him where he got it, and took it back. Shinny? Val likes Shinnyshinies?

Accepting the cloth, being careful not to touch the woman's hand, E'rro made sure his hands were completely dry before sending it down the chute. "I guessed, that you came under you're own will power. I have yet to meet an ex-Benden rider who has not come, for one reason or another, to escape the constant Warfare." Except himself. The Brownrider would have continued without a problem in the War, he had been broken and reshaped into a fighter, someone who really only felt alive when they were in the midst of battle. He would have stayed at Benden if Ismaroth had not put his two marks in and forced him to stay, if he had listened to E'rro's commands, he wouldn't be here. Selenitas might have grown on him a little, but he truly couldn't place his loyalty with the southern Weyr. If he had the chance... he wasn't sure he wouldn't betray Selenitas and return back to Benden. But he wouldn't reveal that to humans, and, so far... he was lucky enough for Ismaroth's lack of interest in his Benden thoughts. "I don't either, that is why, I listen to the Drudges talk. They know about almost everything, since their corridors run just about everywhere."

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/Good. I had hoped that most of Benden assumed we were dead. It would not be good if the Leaders knew we were still alive.../ Pulling back his lips slightly at the thought of the Bronzes he had once served under, Ismaroth dug a claw deep into the already scratched up landing ledge. A question about His brought him back to the here and now, it took a moment to piece together what the other half of what was being said was. /Ah, I shall ask him./ Switching over to his Bonded, Ismaroth prodded His until he captured E'rro's attention.

/Aonith wishes to know, whether or not you'd look at her wing./ Dorava did mention something about an Injury. /She says she tore the stitches out of her wing, and Her's redid them... but they itch like skin that needs oiling... or something along those lines./ Oh? Well if she wants me too, then I shall...

Turning to Aonith... /Ermine says he will look at your wing, if you so wish it./

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"Ismaroth says that Aonith says she wants me to look at the stitches in her wing." Glancing around, E'rro glared at the pair of drudges that had walked in (most likely to change the glowbaskets) and crooked his finger, silently calling them over to him. "You two, one go to the Human side and the other stay here, alert us if anyone enters. We will be out on the Landing ledge." Raising a hand to silence the male, he continued. "If your leaders complain, tell them you were detained by a Dragonrider and if they have any problem with it, they will have to answer to him. Got it?" The two nodded, scattering to either side of the infirmary, they apparently didn't need another sinister glare to make them move. Turning to Dorava. "Protocol demands that I ask you if its alright to look at your dragon." He wouldn't ask it though, but the emphasis was in his statement, which he thought was significant enough. It didn't matter to him whether or not he checked the Green out or not.

[dragon]

Val keep no, keep Val no. No no no keep. Keep Val? Val keep. The 'mandyr replied, wisely. What he was actually trying to say was anyone's guess, though, as the half-midnight blue half-white 'mandyr eyed his brother curiously. He had never been bitten, and had never bitten anyone. So he was totally oblivious to the shimmering warning glimmer in Nuisance's eye. Val no keep. Keep keep.

Dorava watched in semi silence as E'rro moved about the infirmary. "For one reason or another." She agreed, as he tossed that cloth, too. She felt more than a little awkward at the moment. There really wasn't anything she could do, or say, or anything. It was aggrevationg, but it was indeed a feeling that was becoming all to common around this place. It seemed like she was the gawky teen in too-big shoes too often, as she didn't even know what to do with herself around the people here. Selenitas was different from Benden in big ways ... and that was a good thing. It was the whole reason why she was here. But figuring out how to deal with people that acted so differently from what she was used to dealing with was a real challenge. Dorava watched in silence as he started ordering drudges about to do things, and then looked at him when he spoke to her again.

"By all means, look at her. I'd love it if someone would. But I don't suggest actually doing anything without Kalierre's approval first." Dorava warned. "It would be nice, indeed, to know if it was healing properly." she admitted, with a slight smile. Hopefully Kalierre wouldn't throw a fit over someone just looking. She gestured in the direction of the landing pad, allowing him to go first.

~~~

Aonith quirked her head to one side in interest, and then looked at the infirmary itself. He was going to look at her wing? That was good news indeed! She hoped that he would look, and say 'all healed!' And then take the dreaful hides off so she could scratch the areas proper like. They had been itching for so long that she had no idea what it not itching felt like anymore. Oh, good! She restrained from saying any more, though, as she got completely distracted by the idea of hers coming out onto the landing. Dorava had been spending so much time in there doing strange things with smelly plants that Aonith was starting to feel a little clingy with her rider. Not nearly enough attention! Not being able to fly probably wasn't helping her any at all in that regard, either.