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Post by dragon on Apr 27, 2009 17:57:43 GMT -5
He wasn't used to being cooped up, much less indoors. Normally quite active, C'oar was finding being stuck indoors quite ... annoying. And being crowded in with a bunch of other people didn't help any. Bored out of his skull and wanting some peace and quiet.
Frosstyth was outside somewhere, nearby, only spending the nights in thier barrack. He was moving around better, having started healing nicely since the attack. But C'oar was going to take considerably more time. His foot was completely immobilized, to keep the tendon from finishing tearing through. It was healing, but slowly. His arm was no longer as bad as it was, the cut there now merely bandaged instead of more or less casted. Which was a releif. At least his injury from when Saeo'd bitten him was no longer needing a bandage, though the spot looked ugly. He felt bandaged to the heavens and back again, between all the wounds.
His thigh was still wrapped up tight, and he rather thought it was too tight. It itched like mad, too. His nose was still tender, but at least it wasn't bandaged quite as deeply as it used to be. Having a broken nose was possibly the worst one, in his opinion... breathing through it hurt like all dragonfires. His other wounds at least could be ignored if he held really really still ...
But he was really itching to get outside. So came the rash plan: get outside. Getting back afterwards was a problem for later. Right now, if he expected to stay sane, he wanted out.
And so he'd somehow managed to lever himself onto his feet off his prison cell of a cot. And had started hobbling out. Shards, he needed to make himself some crutches or something. Between the stab on one thigh, and the other leg's tendon being slashed ...
He rested his weight solely on his heel, to keep from flexing the joint. But he could stand on it ... even if it hurt. C'oar was most of the way to the escape when he got found by Storm. Who raised a racket on not finding C'oar at the cot, where he'd been for so long.
C'oar winced, and closed his eyes, to resist the urge to yell at the flitter. He just had to go and raise the alarm, didn't he??! "Over here, you idiot." He hissed.
Storm peeped, and winged over, to land on C'oar's shoulder, as he leaned most of his weight on the heel of a hand resting on the nearby wall.
It had taken him ... how long? To come ... what was that? Ten feet? Ach, this was not good. He definitely didn't like being an invalid!
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Post by nightingale on Apr 27, 2009 18:56:48 GMT -5
MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MI- "Thank you Freckle, I see him. Cloar, if you take one more step there is going to be so much ugly headed your way so fast you'll think the whers are stampeding." Saeo was not usually a very intimidating individual, and the fact that she had now been awake for a full twenty four hours was doing nothing to help her cause. The words were spoken as little more than a sigh as she moved across the crowded room, taking the much larger weyrling by the wrist and tugging him back toward his designated cot.
"You're a casualty. Do you know what that -here, lean on me so you're not putting any weight on that leg- do you know what that means? It means that you're supposed to be focusing on getting better, not wandering around like a holdless nomad, tempting the fates that have graciously decided to let you keep your leg. When you're well enough to be up and wandering I'll tell you."
It wasn't the sort of reprimand she usually gave him when she thought he was being stupid. This afternoon she was simply too tired to bother being angry with him. In fact, she was also too depressed and too happy to see that he was feeling better to be angry with him. She had a lot on her mind right now, and finding new and creative ways to insult one of her best friends when he was injured was just not very high on her list of 'things that must be done at once and as often as possible'.
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Post by dragon on Apr 28, 2009 21:48:49 GMT -5
C'oar resisted the tug, and made a few faces before finally having to give in. He couldn't stay vertical and resist her at the same time. And he really didn't want an up close and personal date with the floor. Especially since his nose was already broken. "But ... but ... I'm going to go crazy in here." He protested. "I ... can't I sit outside? For a little while?"
He didn't normally even bother to ask such things. But nothing was normal anymore. Whereas before he would have just picked her up off her feet and kept going... at the current time he couldn't resist her manipulations at all. Not without getting injured further. And that was something neither of them wanted.
"Come on. You need it, too. Let's go outside." He continued to protest, taking the one painful step back. Moving was a slow thing for him,now, and he hated to have to cover the same ground again. "Sit, rest, drink some klah ... something. I can send Storm for klah..." he offered, determined to put up as much of a resistance as he could, both physically and logically. "A moment outside won't hurt anything." He tried to tug her back to him, instead of allowing her to drag him around.
Storm chirped, and took wing again, flying in slow, lazy circles around the weyr-infirmary.
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Post by nightingale on Apr 28, 2009 22:26:53 GMT -5
Saeo attempted to glare at him, but the only part of her that even suggested the attempt had been made was a slight twich of her eyebrow.
This was going to be difficult.
"Alright...fine..." She sighed, and removed her hand from his wrist. She lifted it to rub at a tired eye, crossing her unoccupied arm over her chest as she took another deep breath and stared at the floor. Thinking about even the simplest things was becoming difficult. They were all starting to blur together into a messy, watercolour mural with patient scheduals and redwort and blue dragons and a water lilly floating on the surface of an orange river andohshardit! The girl have her head a swift shake, closing her eyes against the pain an vertigo that accompanied the abuse.
"We can go and sit on the weyrledge." She offered weakly, lifting her tired eyes to give C'oar with what was certainly intended to be a wry glare, but came across as more of a quietly pleading tilt of her eyebrows. There was nothing she wanted more right now than to simply curl up into a ball and sleep, but that didn't mean she was opposed to spending a minute or two out in the sunshine where she stood a chance at catching her second wind for the seventh time today...or maybe the eigth. She'd stopped counting...but she wasn't really on duty after all. Her shift had ended almost two candlemarks ago, but she had been loath to stagger off to bed until she was sure that there were no loose ends she needed to tie off. She could spare a few minutes...
She took C'oar by the arm and tugged gently, offering her shoulder for support. The last thing she needed right now was for him start tearing out his stitches for want of a helping hand. MineSaeo brownpest badpestmaul not? Came a shrill voice, accompanied by a small chirp. "It's alright Freckle. Just keep an eye on everyone while I'm gone." The girl murmured, forgetting for a moment that the salmandyr could hear her weather she spoke aloud or not. The little green trilled her obediance -or perhaps her pleasure at being left in charge- and began preening herself atop a nearby cupboard.
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Post by dragon on Apr 28, 2009 22:36:35 GMT -5
C'oar grinned slightly. It would have been a full on grin had he not been in such a bad strait for feeling good. He'd won! Amazing! Not only was he gonna get to go out into open air, she was going to go with him. How marvelous. Though he was convinced she only gave in so easily because she was dead on her feet. "Alright, then." He pointed at Storm. "Klah." He said firmly.
The bronze chirped and vanished into between. "Watch him come back with a redfruit instead" C'oar grumped. But then he concentrated on moving... and with all due haste as he could manage. Who knew how long her descision was going to hold. He accepted her support, even if only because he had to. He didn't really like the idea of someone as big as him using someone as little and tired as her as a crutch. So while he accepted her help, he kept it minimal as he was able.
Sooner than he expected - and with some releif, he made it out onto the ledge. Wonderful! Open air, not so much groaning and moaning noise. No scent of medicines and blood and burns. Peaceful by far, even if they were only a few steps away. He found a handy spot, and then sat down there, getting off his feet. He didn't let go of her, though, tugging her after him, to sit down, too.
"Rest." He ordered, playfully.
Shortly, Storm returned. Wonder of wonders, the bronze was actually carrying a small skin full of liquid. However, when C'oar managed to acquire it, he realized it was not, after all, klah. Instead, it was a juice mix. "Well ... at least it's wet. And sweet." He mentioned, before offering it to Saeo. "Drink up. You need it." He issued, before patting Storm on the head lightly.
Storm squinted his eyes shut, sticking his head up high into the petting. Chirp! "Silly twit." C'oar told him, as the flitter curled up on his other side.
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Post by nightingale on Apr 28, 2009 23:09:13 GMT -5
The girl uttered a breathy sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh as the smell of fresh air blossomed in her mind's eye. Outside...shells, when had she allowed the smell and feel of it to become such a vague memory? Now she understood why C'oar had been so keen on escaping. Maybe they ought to take more of the wounded outside for a dose of air and light. It would probably do them a world of good as far as morale was concerned.
"Redfruit in nice..." She murmured numbly, distantly wishing that her blouse was sleeveless so she could soak in more of the delicious summer sunlight. Something pulled her, and she yelped in alarm as she suddenly found herself sitting down. She blinked once...twice...three times...watched a darter land in a nearby tree, and then fixed the boy sitting next to her with a look that was so deeply and passionately offended that it was nothing short of hilarious to behold. "That's not funny." She huffed, mustering up the strength to glare at him properly. She then sighed deeply, allowing her head to fall unceremoniously against his shoulder.
When the skin of juice was offered to her, she took it without really thinking...and then found herself staring at a waterskin, wondering what in the world she was expected to do with it. "No thanks." She murmured, handing it back to him as she stiffled a yawn behind her free hand. "I've been living on sugar and caffine for the last three days. I can't bare the thought of touching the stuff anymore." She'd reached the stage of hunger when she no longer even wanted to eat, and so just felt queasy all the time. She yawned again, shifting her head slightly.
"So how are you feeling? I'd have come around to visit you more often except that there's been no end to chaos and blood and screaming around the infirmary lately. I was sure we were going to lose T'rid for a little while...thank fortune and starlight he's doing alright now. Raylin, T'ke and Ke'rin say hello by the way." She was trying to distract herself. So long as she had something to think about she could fight off the need to sleep for at least another four hours, and light conversation would fit the bill nicely.
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Post by dragon on Apr 28, 2009 23:33:07 GMT -5
C'oar was pleased when she actually sat. Though it was a highly ungraceful act. But he was somewhat shocked when she leaned on him. Well ... at least he was still solid enough for that. She must be even tireder than she looked! "Ok, then." He gave a pointed look to Storm, and then took a long drink of the juice, himself. It tasted so much better than the water and medicines various healers kept cramming down his throat.
Storm chirped woefully, and jumped into flight again, to vanish. Shortly, he was back again, with a little cloth sack. It was smaller than the skin of fruit juice. Which was no big thing itself. And he landed with a splat in Saeo's lap, aware that C'oar's couldn't handle that kind of abrupt landing.
Chirping apologetically, Storm fled back to C'oar's other side and sat down there to peep and peer back at her. The cloth bag dumped over, spilling a roll, meatroll, and two fruits out. "Well ... that's not what I meant, Storm. But it'll do I guess." And then C'oar turned his attention on Saeo again. "Fine time for a picnic, no? Eat. You look like death." he said. "Eat, or drink, something. We don't need you passing out."
He sat in silence for a moment, as he contemplated her own question. Ever a healer, apparently. "I'll be ok." He stated, truthfully. Faranth knew he wasn't nearly as bad off as a great deal of the others around. Even with all the damage he had taken, none of it had been particularly life-threatening once the battle was actually over. Just all his various limbs and his face. That was nothing. "Hurts some, but that's expected. The crowding in there was horrible, though..." he shook his head. "Couldn't stand it anymore. But then, I did come from a smaller cothold. I never did get used to crowding." He started to shrug, but then didn't, remembering that it would dislodge her. "Tell them hello for me, too. I imagine I won't be getting to wander over and say it myself for a long time yet."
Shifting his position on his seat slightly, he lifted his good arm, and wrapped it around her. Well aware that it was just as likely to get him whacked as not, he did it anyway. She looked like she needed the support.
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Post by nightingale on Apr 29, 2009 0:11:33 GMT -5
In a vage and apathetic sort of way, Saeo cursed herself for not thinking up something to ramble on about. The sunlight was doing nothing to wake her up, and now that she didn't have to worry about thinking of things to say it was becoming rapidly more difficult to pay attention to what C'oar was saying. She started violently as something landed on her outstretched leg, and only realized that her eyes had been closed when she was forced to open them and examine the offending object. A little bag...kind of warm too. She didn't have much time to muse over it's contents however, before it obliged her curiosity and fell sideways sending a meatroll and two redfruit rolling into the dirt.
"You know..." She mused. "Even Baby knows what Klah is...and he isn't even fully grown yet." Saeo was quite fond of Storm, but she would never have described the bronze as anything close to intelligent. Perhaps that was where his charm lay, in the same way felines and canines were made more endearing by their misadventures than they ever would by through intellect alone. She offered a small smile to the bronze messenger, and blew a stream of air into his face.
She scowled slightly as C'oar once again pressured her to eat something. "I do not look like death. You look like death. I only look like near-death experiance." Still, she picked up one of the shiney-skinned redfruit and turned it over in her hands a few times. "I'd quite like to pass out actually." She sighed, biting her lower lip in a failed attempt at keeping a yawn from escaping. "You should be out of here in about thirty days. Price of heroism don't you know. I'll send along the message all the same, and maybe they'll stop by for a visit when they're feeling better. Raylin's due out any day now really. The only thing keeping here in the infirmary is T'rid..." Another yawn. "...so I think I shall have to drag her out myself."
The girl sighed, and snuggled into the half-embrace before her tired mind had the chance to warn her that this was C'oar she was cozying up to. When the message did get though, she was more surprised by her own favourable reaction than she was by the act itself. A slow, tentative smile pulled at the corner of her mouth until she was forced to let it grow to it's rightful size. This was nice, this sudden sense of being warm and safe after having spent so many hours darting from weyr to weyr in a paniced fenzy. She certainly wouldn't mind making this sort of thing a regular occurance. "Shells...I really must look like death." She murmured, a small laugh chasing after the words.
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Post by dragon on Apr 29, 2009 19:34:45 GMT -5
"Oh, he knows what klah is, surely enough." C'oar remarked. "Just, he gets his own notions..." he patted on Storm again. "And the second time I didn't send him for klah. I send him for edibles. Though I didn't specify ... which might explain the variety he brought." He poked a few of the peices back into the bag to keep them clean. "Silly flitter. He's getting better about a lot of things. But sometimes the spontenaity is nice..."
It didn't escape his notice, the things she was doing. Refusing to eat or drink. Getting darn near to passing out on him ... and then also not whacking him. She must really be tired... though he couldn't say he objected to her snuggling in. Relaxing somewhat as the expected attack didn't come, he held her a little more securely.
In his opinion, she'd run about twice as far as she ought to have... and he wasn't going to keep messing with her. He wouldn't mind if she went to sleep. And he certainly wouldn't tell anyone. He thought she needed the rest ... and to eat and drink. But if she was going to sleep, that was good too. She could eat later. Sitting silent finally, he let her talk, holding her so she wouldn't slump and smack her pretty head off the floor.
Price of heroism ... funny. He never considered anything he did heroic. It always felt more desperate than anything else! Though that quip about Raylin hanging around T'rid made C'oar frown slightly. That peice of arrogance? Why? He really thought Raylin could chose friends better than that! Though he had to admit, T'rid had done a half decent job of keeping Raylin from getting killed. Had to give him that.
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Post by nightingale on Apr 29, 2009 21:28:57 GMT -5
There was absolutely no way that she was going to fall asleep. Who needed sleep anyway? Dumb sleep, using up candlemarks that could be put to use on far more constructive endeavors. She certainly didn’t need it. Nope, and as a matter of fact she was going to get up any minute now. There were still sheets to be washed, temperatures to be taken and all manner of errands that needed finishing. Who had time for sleeping when there was so much that still needed to be done? Yep, any minute now she was going to hop to her feet and get back to work…really soon...not long now…just another few seconds…
You are tired my Saeo. Cherilith’s voice was warm and soft as it drifted to her from his place on the riverbank. I am not. She protested crossly, but didn’t bother trying to back the claim up with any show of energy or aggression. Her blue ignored the obvious lie and flooded her mind with gentle affection. Perhaps if you just rested your eyes for a while you would feel better? I promise to wake you if you fall asleep. She didn’t believe him for an instant…but her eyes were so sore, and being snuggled up against C’oar just felt so unjustifiably good that she risked allowing her eyes to drift shut. You promise you’ll wake me? Of course. Good…because I shall have to be very angry if you don’t… Do not worry my beautiful. Your Cherilith will take care of you.
Sleep came, and she slid into it’s arms with deep even breaths.
You are very smart C’oar. Cherilith told the boy pleasantly, his tone significantly more chipper than his rider’s had been. The little blue had actually just awoken from his own nap after having spent the morning carrying supplies from the infirmary to the rider weyrs. The next time Mine gets too tied, I will simply cuddle her until she gives up and goes to sleep. Are you feeling better? Frosstyth is looking well, but he tells me that he misses you. The candidate who has been bathing him does not oil his neck enough.
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Post by dragon on Apr 29, 2009 21:48:39 GMT -5
C'oar held onto her limp form as she relaxed into sleep. Ah, there she went. He smiled slightly, holding her steady so she could rest up well. For however long her conscience would let her. And then he gave a mental nod when he heard Cherilith speak to him.
I am feeling more cooped up than anything else. But sitting out here is better. You keep that silly brown of mine from eating any more mushrooms, ok? Leaves he can have until he splits, just no mushrooms. The last one gave him diarrhea. Who is bathing him? Thank them for me.[/b] C'oar was quite releived to know that someone was taking care of his dragon's needs in his stead ... bathing and oiling Frosstyth was something he wished he could do. But it was also something he would not be able to do for a very long time yet. Not until he could stand properly again.
He poked at Frosstyth for a moment and got a very strange reply. Wet wet wet wet. The dragonet chanted. C'oar made a strange expression at the general area of air in front of him. Huh?
Picking a somewhat dirty roll out of the bag, C'oar brushed it off on his shirt and then started munching on it, with his free arm. It was somewhat weird to feel the pulling sensation of the wound and bandages on that arm when he moved it. But eating a roll was by far the lesser of two tasks, when Saeo's weight was on the other. He was quite glad that that particular limb had no greivous wounds, just some bruises. And those didn't bother him at all.
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Post by nightingale on Apr 30, 2009 21:44:27 GMT -5
Saeo murmured something soft and unintelligible as the redfruit she had been holding slipped from her hand and bounced off of the hard packed earth, but didn’t wake. It seemed that the normally light sleeper had reached her limits as far as energy and sheer stubbornness were concerned. Oh, I am sure that Frosstyth will not eat any more mushrooms. Her blue offered reassuringly, his mindvoice humming with a soundless croon. The candidate who is bathing him is…umm…I do not actually remember his name. He has a bronze fire lizard like Storm…except not like Storm of course, because this fire lizard is not Storm at all. I do not know his name either…
There was a brief pause as Cherilith searched his memory for the proper name to give Danar. His Saeo knew. He remembered her saying that she knew him, but because she had also mentioned that she didn’t like him he had assumed that remembering the boy’s name wasn’t important. His rider did like his mate though, which was why they had offered to take care of her feline while she was waiting to impress…was that what you called a pair of humans? Mates? Perhaps there was another word for it and he just couldn’t remember…
Oh, I am sorry C’oar! He offered apologetically, suddenly realizing that he had been letting his thoughts wander far beyond the conversation he was carrying on. I still do not know his name. He is Pasine’s mate…is that what you would call him? Her mate? I do not think he has ever caught her before, but Mine says that is because humans mate differently than dragons and flitters…and salamandyrs…and wherries and ovines and felines…now that I consider it humans are very strange indeed. How /does/ a female pick a mate without rising? It seems to me that it would be hard to pick the best one without some sort of contest.
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Post by dragon on May 1, 2009 21:31:14 GMT -5
C'oar smiled slightly as he listened to Cherilith talk, quite amused. It's alright, Cherilith. I know who you're referring to. That'd be Danar and Hero. Good, I think Danar will do a good job.[/b] He informed the blue, before spending several long moments pondering the blue's other question.
Finally, he just had to give up, because he didn't know the answer. Or at least ... not well enough to try to explain it to a young dragon. I don't know how it works, really. They're as much a mystery the rest of us as they are to you, Cherilith. If you really want to know, then ask yours. Just don't mention to her that I told you that. Okay?[/b] He responded, finally, before prodding Frosstyth again to see what he was up to now.
The brown weyrling ignored him completely, however, apparently enjoying himself too much to be interupted by a curiousity poke. Thus thwarted ... at least for the moment ... C'oar pointed at the runaway redfruit. "Storm." He said, simply.
The bronze fluted, and peeked down at the fruit, and then cocked his head at C'oar. Pretending that he didn't know what he was supposed to do. A pointed frown from C'oar had the flitter hustling down off his perch to fetch the fruit finally. Flying back up to his spot next to C'oar, Storm deposited the fruit on C'oar's lap. Snatching at it before it could run away again, he dusted it off on his pant leg and then set it safely aside. Ready for whenever Saeo woke up again.
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Post by nightingale on May 3, 2009 12:55:05 GMT -5
Cherilith’s pleasure and relief flooded the link he shared with the young brownrider. Oh of course! Danar and Hero, the bronze flitter and the candidate who says he will impress a bronze dragon. I am surprised that I forgot them…While his disappointment was not expressed in words, there was a noticeable drop in the blue’s spirits as his question was left unanswered. I have tried asking my Saeo, but all she ever tells me is that she is an excellent judge of character. I even asked her which male she would want to choose, but she only told me that it was complicated and to hold still so she could wash my neck…
He was silent for a long moment, doubtlessly pondering something he considered profound. …C’oar? If you were a female then which male would you choose to be your mate? Or…perhaps that is a little hard to imagine…how about if you pretend that you are a female, and all the females are males…and that you are dragons, so it is easier for me to imagine. Who would you want to catch you? I would choose Calistoth, because she is beautiful and strong and wise and…and very memorable. The delight in his tone was almost an audible croon of pleasure as he offered the boy a picture of his pretty green –embellished with pouring rain, dynamic lightning and a demure expression that the green would never been seen wearing under normal circumstances.
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Post by dragon on May 3, 2009 13:34:10 GMT -5
C'oar was blindsided by the next request, and completely flabbergasted at the little blue's comments. For a moment, all he could do was sit there and gape, trying to regather his wits about him.
"Ahhhhhh ..." Shutting his mouth, he scratched his chin in thought, trying to figure out what in Faranth's name to say to the silly dragon. Well, Cherilith, it's not that easy. Even if I did somehow manage to imagine such a thing?? I still don't know how females do thier thing. What criteria they're working off of. And if yours can't tell you, then ... well ... apparently one has to be a girl to understand how girls work. I really can't help you.[/b]
And then, about Calistoth ... how to gently inform the poor creature what that evil dragon was really like? The background he projected for her was by far more accurate than his actual mental imagery of her. Cherilith ... have you actually ever met Calistoth? From what I hear, she's ... well ... she's not the cuddliest dragon out there.[/b] C'oar cautioned. Memorable was right! Calistoth was a dragon to leave her mark on everything she touched ... usually litterally and physically!
And C'oar would really hate to think of the nice young blue getting torn to ribbons in his effort to win over such a viscious green. Which thought lent him in a new direction. What was he going to do when Frosstyth started chasing greens?? He had never thought about it before. And really didn't like to, for that matter. He just hoped that Frosstyth would develop a better taste for females than Cherilith had apparently done. He didn't want his dragon getting all torn up.
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