A hot day for patients (Open)

[hseru]

Cobalt hide glinting in the misty air, Jaxith soared in the uplifting spray created by the waterfall, minuscule water droplets forming on the membranes of his wings as they caught the majority of the spray.

S'lain laughed aloud, enjoying the cool spray on such a hot day. Thanks for the dip, Jaxi, but I better get to the infirmary before they start to question my whereabouts.[/b] No one can blame you for wanting some refreshment. Despite his words, Jaxith did a slow wingover, allowing the misty air to carry him high over the falls, where he straightened out and shot upstream towards the main hall. Circling the landing platform a few times, the big blue came to a gentle stop, backwinging several times to settle his lengthy bulk. Vaulting off, S'lain landed in a shallow crouch to absorb the impact, righting himself to pat his blue's forearm in a companionable way.

Go find a nice place to spend the day. I'll call you if I need you.[/b] I think I'll go start a much needed sunning on the beach. S'lain grinned as Jaxith lifted off with a massive lunge upwards, the blue's happiness at being able to sun himself for a while leaking over into his rider's mind like a lingering swirl of pleased green smoke.

Running a hand through his moistened hair, droplets flew wide before he stopped with a resigned smile at his all over damp look. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, S'lain began strolling towards the infirmary, mentally ticking off a list of things he needed to do there. Let's see... oh yes, he needed to find a way to remind weyrlings about the amount of food their hatchlings were supposed to intake, not what they wanted stuffed into the creatures. Maybe he could approach the Weyrling Master about it.

There was also the matter of the recent rash of feline attacks. It was difficult to get a badly injured dragon all the way to the Main Hall, and especially so if his or her rider was injured as well. He thought they might be able to set up a smaller infirmary unit specifically for feline attack victims near the candidate barracks, an especially vulnerable area already with all the youngsters living together. It was only a small thing compared to what he actually wanted to do about the attacks. It was unlikely, however, that the weyrleaders would consent to a hunt for the creatures within the vicinities of the Weyr. In S'lain's opinion, the only good feline was a dead one.

It was thus that a frown crossed S'lain's face as he entered the infirmary, eyes downcast in thought. Glancing up, he was surprised to note that there weren't any pending patients for him to look after. Well, he was certain that wouldn't last long. With a new batch of Weyrlings and constant dangers in the most common of places, the infirmary was sometimes the busiest place to be.

[Kisha-Ra]

R’fuin caught his breath as Ylonth burst into the hot air of the southern continent over the Weyr. Safety! Well sort of, he and Ylonth were probably due for an earbashing when they recovered from this one. I hurt in so many places. They thought we were Benden.[/color] Ylonth was a sorry sight, his clear sky blue hide rent and bleeding in four separate sets of talon marks and his flight clearly calculated to favour his left wing. His rider didn’t look much better, covered in scratches that clearly came from firelizard talons. Hurt. Hurt nice mine. In fact the only one of the returning party unscathed was Trick who had scuttled inside R’fuin’s jacket as soon as the trouble started, R’fuin was just as glad, he had no idea if Fort riders would recognise a salamandyr if they saw one but it would be his luck if they did. Think you can get to the infirmary? R’fuin asked, even though he knew Ylonth had gotten to the ground with worse injuries when they flew in Benden’s wings.

Ylonth snorted tiredly and flew slowly in to land practically outside the infirmary door with somewhat less than his usual élan. ‘Dragonhealer!’ R’fuin called slipping off Ylonth’s neck and taking his first real look at his dragon’s injuries. None looked too bad to R’fuin’s eye, though the deepest set of talonmarks along the blue’s chest where a sneaky green had marked him while her wingmates had his attention, could easily have been worse. The marks along his flanks and shoulder looked light enough to R’fuin but the whole lot, along with the strained wing muscle was probably enough to put Ylonth out of action for a while.

((Note: most of this will make more sense when R'fuin feels compelled to explain it.))

[hseru]

Snagging a towel from the clean linen pile on a shelf, S'lain slouched into a chair and absently began rubbing the water out of his hair and clothes. It was quite still, though the occasional breeze made its way inside to sigh through the somewhat stuffy infirmary with a breath of freshness.

S'lain glanced up at the unmistakable and sudden sound and feel of a dragon landing on the platform outside. He was half way to a standing position before he heard the urgent call for a dragonhealer. Finishing the motion, he quickly exited the infirmary and paused at the edge of the platform in slight surprise. His towel was draped, forgotten, around his neck. Those looked like dragon battle injuries.

Is something wrong, S'lainmine? Jaxith, having caught the rush of emotion from him, sent a worried thought his way. We've got an injured dragon that just arrived on his own wings.[/b] Will you need me to help restrain him? No, I don't think so... he doesn't seem to be delirious or have any broken bones.[/b] Very well. Call me if you need assistance.[/i] Thanks Jaxi.[/b]

S'lain approached the blue and his rider, both of whom looked like they'd been in a bit of a scrape, with another dragon no less if the size of those claw marks were any judge. He eyed the rider for a moment, perplexed and worried as to why they were in such a condition, but then his main worry called, and he turned to the blue without question. Starting a quick circuit around him, he noted the various lacerations and mentally indexed their severity. He'd already deduced that none of the injuries were immediately life threatening, nor would they leave lasting reminders other than possible scars if they were treated fast enough. Overall, it looked pretty good, considering. Nice, neat cuts, though most of them would need stitches and a good dose of redwort to properly heal. That chest wound would need a bit more attention though, and he didn't know if the dragon's wings were in proper working order, despite them having flown in.

If nothing else could be said, dragons certainly could take a beating a keep flying.

"Could you please spread your wings to their fullest and tell me what kind of pain you feel, if any?" He asked Ylonth, eyes watching for a knowing twinge of pain, or erratic movement denoting serious internal damage to the complex limbs. He beckoned the rider to him with his hand, still watching the blue.

"I need you to go to the infirmary and get me the large pack just inside the door to the left on the shelf. It's the only one there. I'll be able to patch up most of these with the tools in it."

[dragon]

Having heard a dragon land on the landing outside, and then a couple people talking in what sounded like concerned tones, Dorava put her studies down and hurried out to see what was going on. At the sight of the ripped up blue dragon, some of the coloring left her face. That ... those were ...

Where had the blue gotten dragon marks on him? Here? Was someone attacking them? Sureing an alarm would have been raised. There was no way those weren't dragon talon marks ... she had seen far too many of those in her life to not recognize them on sight. Dorava stepped forward, and it didn't miss her notice that the rider was rather torn up, too. Though those looked more like flitter attacks... even those were pretty nasty.

Hearing the request for a specific bag, she turned and went to go get it, knowing exactly which one he meant, and exactly where it was. Snatching it up, as well as a kettle of numbweed, she dashed back out onto the ledge again. "Here." She said, quietly, handing the items over to S'lain.

She wasn't ready to work on a dragon, she knew that. She could barely handle humans, she was so new to the craft. "I can see to your cuts." She offered, to R'fuin. "What happened? Where did this happen?" She asked, more than slightly concerned.

[Kisha-Ra]

The healer who emerged from the interior of the infirmary seemed surprised to see a dragon with such injuries as Ylonth now bore, R’fuin mentally cursed, he’d forgotten for a moment that combat injured dragons didn’t just come dropping out the sky every day or so here at Selenitas. The look the healer directed at R’fuin before turning his attention to Ylonth suggested that there were going to be some questions later.

Ylonth stood patiently still while the dragonhealer made his examination, the blue believed in cooperating with his healers when he was conscious enough to do so, it made things so much easier for everyone. The left is hurt, I think I have pulled or sprained something.[/color] He commented directly to S’lain as the blue obeyed the instruction to extend his wings.

R’fuin nodded at the instruction, even though the dragonhealer was watching his patient rather than R’fuin, however as he approached the infirmary door someone else came out bearing a kettle of numbweed, which Ylonth would no doubt be grateful for, and a bag of equipment which R’fuin assumed was what he’d been sent for. The man must not have known that there was anyone else nearby.

R’fuin expected that the offer to tend to his strictly minor wounds came more from a desire to ask the questions and to do something useful than any real concern over the state of R’fuin’s skin. Still the questions should be answered, she did look worried. ‘Thank you.’ He said simply, while he attempted to fish his troublesome pet out of his jacket so he could take the sharding thing off. ‘Trick come here. I haven’t totally lost my sanity by the way, my salamandyr vanished inside my jacket when those other dragons showed up and hasn’t come out yet. Gotcha.’ R’fuin fished Trick out with one hand around the brown’s middle. Thank you, thank you. Strange Trick. The salamandyr cheerfully broadcasted to everyone and scurried around R’fuin’s body when it seemed he was in imminent danger of being caught up in the jacket.

‘I suppose I should answer the second question first and put everyone’s minds at rest.’ R’fuin mused, throwing his jacket carelessly out of the way. ‘Ylonth and I run illicit Searches in the North from time to time, we don’t have permission but there are too many good candidates out there who don’t deserve to be taken up by the northern Weyrs.’ R’fuin’s voice grew harsh with suppressed emotion. ‘We got caught by a group of Fort dragons. a blue and a pair of greens, either Searchers or scouts. They happened. We fought our way clear and came back here but not before catching the wrong end of quite a few set’s of talons.’ R’fuin waited defiantly for the barrage of questions and recriminations he was sure would follow.

[hseru]

Watching the blue's wings like a hawk, the pure movement aspect was smooth enough to assure S'lain that there was no further damage other than what Ylonth himself had described. He gave a short incline of his head politely to the dragon.
"Thank you for bespeaking me, noble blue. I agree with your assessment so far as a sprain is concerned. We'll have that pain dulled in no time, I assure you."

S'lain turned as he was handed the requested bag by someone with a girl's tones, momentarily surprised, then gladdened by her unrequested presence. The best way to keep an injured dragon calm was to keep the rider calm and pain free.
"Thank you." He addressed the younger woman. Setting the bag and kettle on the ground, he went down on a knee to quickly rummage through it, setting various tools and items on the ground around it in some pattern known to him. He finished with a small 'aha' for the redwort solution he'd finally found in a large corked bottle, grabbing it as well as a smaller bottle of thick oil to protect his hands.

"I'm not going to even pretend that I have the authority to do something about your actions in the north... things could turn out very badly for you.. for us if they thought it was an attack from our side... " S'lain paused in his rummaging, and glanced over his shoulder at the rider, who looked like he'd put all his defenses up for a complete aural assault. Well, he'd have none of that. S'lain's features softened into a small smile. "However, I think I can understand why you did it." He returned his attention to his supplies. "Calm yourself, you'll get no tirade from me."

When everything was laid out to his satisfaction, he spread the tools he'd need on a sterile cloth, and shot up to jog back to the infirmary for the set of transportable steps kept there for working on dragons. Couldn't reach those high places without it. He returned with the light wooden construct, struggling only a little with it and several more linens so he could cleans the wounds of ichor and apply the redwort and numbweed.

After setting the steps close, but not touching the blue, he finally paused next to the rider, offering his hand in a quick greeting.
"My name's S'lain, rider of Jaxith and Journeyman dragonhealer. May I have your permission to tend your dragon?" Better to play it safe than sorry, as he'd always been taught. Mindmates were a close and cherished thing.

[dragon]

Dorava merely nodded in silence at S'lain's thanks. It was her job, after all. To be there to assist the learned healers in the infirmary, until she was deemed skilled enough to be a healer, herself. "If you need any extra hands, just let me know." She told the bluerider. Even if all he needed was someone to hold a would closed so he could stitch it, she could do that.

She shook her head at R'fuin, a wry smile playing across her lips. "I won't fuss at you for it, either, R'fuin." she said, quietly, as she inspected his own marks. They didn't appear terribly bad ... she took a clean sterile cloth dipped in hot water, and carefully washed the wounds, before applying redwort decoction to them. After a good dosing of that, she applied a very thin layer of numbweed - just enough to ease the pain but not enough to render the muscle clusters underneath totally numb and useless.

Hearing another 'mandyr cheep, Val stuck his head out of Dorava's pocket, and peeped in reply. No keep? Keep strange? He asked, learning a new word, finally. Getting a vocabulary on the blue was a long, slow, arduous process that Dorava had all but given up on speeding up. But today was a magic day ... he learned a new word! Strangestrangestrange He remarked.