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Post by Kitari on Feb 26, 2009 0:30:14 GMT -5
B'kay was so horribly injured already, and the fall could tear asunder the months of slow Healing across his Threadscored face. The least she could do was break his fall, and it was to that thought that she clung as Kitari felt his forward momentum carry her backward. Briefly, she registered a draconic cry of pain, as Syth tried his utmost to reach them in time. Outside, Lefayeth bugled in response to the fear of her friends and rider, leaping from her weyr to land in the Bowl and hurry into the dragons' section of the Healing Cavern, whether there was room for her not!
But none of it was fast enough, just as she hadn't been fast enough, and a cry of pain was torn from her lips as Kitari struck the ground. Her head snapped backwards against the stone, her arms firmly wrapped around B'kay and thus unable to break her fall. Blinking slowly through a haze that suddenly enveloped the Cavern, the goldrider lay prone, the air knocked out of her as much from the landing as from the weight that had settled on top of her. Suddenly, she gasped, air returned to her lungs, and with it came the rush of sensation, of pounding in her skull, of a compressing force from the weight of the Weyrlingmaster, of the cold stone against her bare arms and the ringing in her ears.
"Ahhh," was all she managed, a half-groan, half-gasp.
Closing her eyes for a moment, trying to quiet the throbbing pain in her head, shoulders, and back, Kitari realized blearily that her arms were still locked around B'kay. With an effort, she released her grip, and her arms dropped thankfully to her sides.
"Are you okay?" she murmured, barely audible, her eyes still closed against the bright lights that were spinning above her.
Kitarimine? Lefayeth pressed, her tone ragged with fear, as the gold pushed her way into the Cavern and straight to Kitari, though she was careful not to brush Syth as she passed him. Her golden snout snaked down to blow warm air against her rider's cheek, eyes whirling yellow and orange with alarm.
I'm okay, heart, came the reply, as an arm shifted weakly to stroke the extended snout. I just need a moment.
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Post by B'kay on Feb 26, 2009 15:09:30 GMT -5
The most frustrating part of falling in the dark is that you can't see when you're about to land....
Suddenly, the ground was there. It hit hard, though it hit the goldrider who'd tried to catch B'kay the hardest, he was sure. Still, he gasped for breath, his head and face throbbing in pain, his arms battered on the stone floor beneath Kitari, for they were still locked tightly around her.
And hers around him.
He opened his mouth, tried to speak, to ask if she was okay. Syth's breath was on his back, the dragon gasping ... with pain or fear? Mingled emotions touched the rider's mind, both in equal amounts.
Kitari apparently found her breath first, for as she let go of him ... and B'kay wondered at the sense of disappointment he felt ... she asked, "Are you okay?"
"I, I-- " the words came in ragged gasps for breath, "I think so," the threadscore throbbed and burned like it hadn't in days, however, and as he untangled his arms from around her, he reached a hand to the bandages. "I don't feel any new blood. Are YOU alright?"
Syth, still aching from his efforts, moaned softly as he shifted to the side to allow Lefayeth room to join them. He felt worry and shame, for he was so close, he should have been able to help the two riders. I tried to catch you-- he said, his concern for Kitari almost as deep as that for his own rider ... so deep that, without thinking, he spoke his thoughts into her mind as well.
Suddenly realizing what he'd done, with Lefayeth so close beside him, , he turned to her, his eyes sparking worry. Golden Lefayeth, and he respectfully dipped his dark head as well as he could without causing himself more pain, Please pardon me!
B'kay, for Syth was so flustered that he was still broadcasting his thoughts, was suddenly struck by an identical emotion. His dragon had bespoken the rider of a Queen without her permission....
A Queen Rider he was-- Oh, dear.
He thrust his hands against the floor and rolled to the side, the sudden motion causing him to gasp in pain. "Did I ... did you ... oh, I'm so sorry!"
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Post by .K.aci on Mar 4, 2009 17:29:45 GMT -5
'I believe that might be wise.' The young man rolled his eyes and turned back towards the cot, muttering under his breath a string of profanity's and what he would like to do with patients who thought they knew more than the Healer. Infact, so busy gripping that the long legged young man had quickly gotten to the other side of the room where the medical equipment was placed when the man yelped. Unlike his cry of pain, this was not so much startlement as it was hurting, and the boy whipped around to have a very clear picture of what was going on. The Bronze suddenly began to create more noise than was necessary as the blind man started to pitch forward.
Mine! They fall![/i] The young Brown, who had responded to the sudden adrenaline coursing through His just as much as the Bronze's distress, shifted forward. His steady mind had responded when His's hadn't, and he hoped that he could somehow brace the Queenrider that had stepped to catch the Weyrlingmaster. However, hot klah splashed out to cover her arm - and into his face. With a sudden hiss of pain, he shifted backwards, wings flaying out and getting caught under his scrambling feet. The young dragonet sprawled forward, tripping over his own wings and tumbling down - just as the young woman fell. He could feel the weight as she fell on wing and forepaw, and called out to His with pain staining the voice. Ow! It hurts, it hurts Mine!
Shock had kept him from moving, but as the giant Gold made her entrance, K'l'sran remembered how to move again. In a flash he had crossed over to `Sinth's side, as the Bronzerider rolled from Kitari and allowed the creature to tug himself free. Brown eyes frantically searched his dragons face, some part of his mind coolly assessing the burns as his mouth stammered. "Helksinth! Are you alright?" The Brown, cool-headed as always, managed to speak in a relatively normal voice. But the little creature betrayed his fear as he pressed himself against His, under the questing hands. It is only fear. My face hurts, my nose. My paw is sore, and my wing. But nothing is broken, Mine. Hurry, please help Lefayeth's and Syth's. They are more extensively injured then me.[/i]
The Healer took over from that part, as he scanned the dragon. As much as he was terrified for his own Bond, the Brown was right. Rising, he let Helksinth fold his wings back together and crossed over to the Goldrider, though being careful about going near her Gold. He had a guess that B'kay wouldn't do anything without her being helped first. Sinth, if it isn't a bother...[/b] The Brown snorted, though his usual calm had been skewered slightly. Queen? My Rider ask's if you would allow him to help Yours.
Even as he waited for the answer, he was murmuring to B'kay, "Weyrlingmaster? I need to see what the damage is. Can you rise?" Although he hated doing it, he looked back on his hurt Bonded, feeling horrible for using him. It is alright, Mine. Weyrlingmaster? Mine needs to know how you are doing.[/i] The Brown was apparently doing fine, even as he turned to ask the Bronze, but K'l'sran kept an eye on him anyway.[/size][/sup]
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Post by Kitari on Mar 10, 2009 23:41:38 GMT -5
The weight was lifted from on top of her, and Kitari took a deep breath, eyes still closed against the flashing lights. However, she was suddenly shifted again as something tugged its way free from underneath her, and she turned her head quickly to see what had happened, biting her lip against the pain that fast movement caused. Her brow furrowed at the sight of K'l'sran hovering worriedly over Helksinth.
The little one tried to catch you, Lefayeth explained gently.
At the same time, Syth's voice overlapped Lefayeth's, explaining his similar attempt, all while B'kay was gasping out queries of his own and the cavern ceiling slowly stopped spinning.
Hauling herself into a sitting position, Kitari wondered if this ensuing chaos would give her more of a headache than the actual fall had.
Lefayeth then relayed the message from Helksinth, keeping her voice calm and soothing for her rider's benefit. She then replied to Syth, I don't mind, Syth. Neither does Kitari. We both appreciate your concern, but are you all right? The gold was torn, quickly whirling eyes swerving from rider (who was thankfully now in a more human-like pose instead of prostrate on the ground) to fellow dragon. He had hurt himself moving like that!
Kitari reached for Lefayeth, who instantly nudged her snout closer once again for the rider to rest her palm against, drawing strength. I'm all right, love, truly, she assured the agitated queen once more. The last thing this party needed was a gold dragon going into a frenzy!
Realizing that someone was now standing in front of her, Kitari looked up to K'l'sran's anxious face. "Don't worry about me!" she murmured, waving him off with an arm that suddenly remembered it should be burning, now that the other pains were subsiding. Her wave was as much for B'kay as K'l'sran, and so were her next words. "Tend to your dragon!" Muttering to herself, Kitari pushed herself off the ground and walked, very carefully, to a jar of numbweed on a nearby shelf, unscrewing it and slathering her arm quickly to minimize that annoyance. Turning back, she moved with greater confidence to Helksinth, kneeling in front of the little brown. "I'm sorry, Helksinth. Did I hurt you?"
Out of the corner of her eye, Kitari kept a watch on B'kay. He had claimed that the wound was not torn, that there was no new bleeding, but she was worried nonetheless that the fall had damaged what had healed to such a fragile state. "And then...and then see to B'kay," she added quietly to K'l'sran.
Reminded of the other dragon in the room who had also been involved in the fray, Lefayeth turned her whirling eyes on the young brown now. You were very brave, Helksinth. Thank you for trying to help Kitarimine.
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Post by B'kay on Mar 11, 2009 19:25:55 GMT -5
"Weyrlingmaster? I need to see what the damage is. Can you rise?"
"Tend to your dragon."
Two sane voices, voices of reason, and finally B'kay felt like he had caught his breath. As he did so, the pain in the side of his face spread into his awareness, but he reached not for his wound, but for Syth.
"Yes," B'kay responded to the first, "I believe I can get up. The fall took the wind out of me, but I'm doing better."
The dragon's nose could barely stretch to his rider's hand, but B'kay's seeking fingers, gentle as a new mother's when they touched his dragon's soft muzzle, made contact.
Syth was hurting, too. The pain, dull and old and aching, sifted from dragon, through touch, into rider's mind. There was nothing sharp, however, nothing new. "Just a larger old pain, hey my fellow?" the bronzerider whispered, not caring who might overhear, and, using his dragon for finger-tip balance, stood. His own wound throbbed, but he ignored it, as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the muzzle.
I am fine, Mine, you hurt worse than I do.
"Syth wrenched his wound," B'kay relayed aloud, leaving out the "hurt worse" part, "But hasn't reinjured anything as far as we can tell. If we can ask the dragonhealer to check on him later, however, I'd feel more secure."
Having tended to his own dragron, B'kay resisted the urge to reach out and stroke Lefayeth, instead asking Syth to relay his gratitude. Syth did so, in a wash of deep emotions that even B'kay didn't realize he was feeling.
Taking a deep breath, the Weyrlingmaster turned toward the others. "K'l'sran, is your young Helksinth all right? I'm so very sorry about the klah-- I agree with Kitari, he is a very noble dragon."
He took a few steps toward them and swayed ever so slightly, his head was beginning to ache. "Oh, dear, I-- Perhaps we should get a look at the injuries, if everyone is up to it."
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