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Post by Journye on Apr 18, 2009 16:40:49 GMT -5
Journye relaxed and sighed silently to herself, shaking off the usual reaction she had when around a group of people. She was still becoming used to not getting odd locks for her bi colored eyes and oddly colored hair.
She tilted her head as B'kay asked his question, a soft smile lifting the corners of her mouth. "Actually there are a few wild flowers blooming and Master Healer C'lyn says that before long it will be time ot boil the numbweed, a task I'm sure that the candidates are just looking forward to," she said with a soft laugh and smile to the two gold riders, even going so far as to offer a wink to the two women.
She could under stand B'kay wanting to return to his duties and she wished she could tell him when he would be able to see again. She lightly' touched the Weyrlingmaster's arm again, not in sympathy, but in understanding of wanting to be back to what one is used to. She wouldn't know what to do with herself if she wasn't able to work in the Healing Cavern. She greatly enjoyed learning from C'lyn and even Gayze. Oh, she envied the relationship those two had.
She shook her head and turned attention back to Alana and Kitari. "I think it would be a good idea for B'kay to meet the current Weyrlings when he's feeling up to, maybe thats where you can escape the infirmary from for the next few days Weyrlingmaster," she said softly, tilting her head to look at the older rider.
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Post by Kitari on Apr 29, 2009 13:48:21 GMT -5
A hand raised in greeting by the figure standing beside his dragon, and Kitari was pleased to see the smile that drifted across the bronzerider's still-bandaged face. A part of her stomach still twisted at the sight of the scars laid upon scars, the absence of hair above his ear, but she swallowed the uncomfortable feeling determinedly. To bear those marks of an encounter with Thread must be far worse than looking upon them, and she had no right to tarnish an encounter with B'kay by feeling uncomfortable.
Only, she wished she knew if it still hurt him, if the memories kept him up at night...
Alana broke in, as expected, in her ever-authoritative tone, making inquiries regarding the Weyrlingmaster's health as if he was a runnerbeast that ought to return to labouring in the fields, rather than a man badly scored by Thread and struggling to regain normalcy in his life. Kitari's lips pursed slightly, but the goldrider had learned early in her encounters with Sitareh to school her features when she found herself in disagreement with one of higher rank. Although Alana did not out-rank her (and may that day never come!), Kitari was trying her utmost to avoid a conflict with the other Jr. Weyrwoman. The Weyr needed both of them right now, needed some semblance of unity. It was the least she could do.
Still, Kitari couldn't help but consider Alana's approach thoroughly uncaring and thoughtless. Sure, she had added that he could take all of the time he needed to heal, but the hidden message remained that it better fit with her schedule. Sometimes that woman was so frustrating!
This silent tirade ended abruptly with the Weyrlingmaster's murmured inquiry. 'Are there flowers blooming?' Kitari's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced around the Bowl, more to avoid looking at B'kay than to find an answer to his question. Only once before had she seen the bronzerider let down his cool and commanding front. He seemed to realize as quickly as she how soft such a question must sound, for he quickly turned in Alana's general direction to answer her and even flash another smile.
Kitari's mouth opened slightly with an awkward response regarding the flowers, but the Journeywoman Healer beat her to it. The goldrider felt surprisingly deprived, not being able to answer herself, and she smiled weakly at the comment about candidates preparing numbweed.
As Journye continued, Kitari's eyes suddenly lit up, and she burst out, "A walk! Yes, that would be perfect." Realizing how insane the lot of them must think her, she quickly added, "I mean, if you want a break from the Infirmary, B'kay, perhaps you'd enjoy a walk. I'm sure Syth would be an admirable guide, but if you wanted someone who was more of your pace..." The goldrider stepped forward to gently brush his arm with her fingertips, letting him know where she was, then glanced at the other two women. "Er, we could all walk, I suppose? While we talk? If you can't see the flowers, B'kay, it doesn't mean you couldn't smell them...if you'd like." Oh my, what a performance she was putting on today!
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Post by B'kay on May 5, 2009 10:22:33 GMT -5
"Numbweed--" B'kay said, wrinkling his nose at the young healer's words. "Let's hope I'm out of the Infirmary before its corridors are drenched in the stench!"
He smiled at her mention of a walk, and nodded, but before he could reply, Kitari had voiced her enthusiasm. An enthusiasm that sounded slightly awkward and strained, but for which he was grateful nevertheless.
"I'd love a walk," he replied, though at the touch on his arm he was momentarily confused. Had it been Kitari, Journye or Alana....
Syth, who really wasn't sleeping after all, flashed him an image of Kitari and the strong commentary that B'kay was the most unobservant blind rider he'd ever carried.
I'm the only blind rider you've ever carried, you wherry, and you only carried me blind as far as the ground at that, the rider retorted with a chuckle.
Syth rumbled good-naturedly in response.
The Weyrlingmaster held his arm out in response to Kitari's touch, and added, "I'd be honored for the company, not to mention the support. First, those flowers and then ... once I've gathered some ability to appear balanced and in control," he rolled his eyes, even though he knew no one could see them, "Perhaps we can visit the Weyrlings...."
His voice trailed off uncertainly at the thought. How would it affect his standing, should they see him in such a weakened state?
Shaking that off, and taking a deep breath, he made ready to step out and asked, "Shall we?"
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Post by Shikai on May 5, 2009 18:08:29 GMT -5
Though, of course, B’kay couldn’t see it, Alana returned B’kay’s smile in her direction. She had never liked to be mollycoddled on the rare occasion she fell ill, and she rather doubted the Weyrlingmaster liked it either. Of course it had been a terrible, most unfortunate accident, and Alana was more sorry for him than she could admit, but there was really no need for them all to be so morose. Better to look to the future and brighter days of recovery than avoid facing the problem and tell B’kay things he already knew, of that Alana was certain.
Alana nodded at the healer’s explanation of the flowers, although she was somewhat surprised by the sudden change in Journye’s manner as she winked at her and Kitari. Well, it wasn’t a bad change – Alana found people tiptoeing around her to be most unsettling. Not to mention inefficient; she was perfectly willing to listen to the opinions of others, even if they disagreed (and if this was the case she would happily debate the issue – stubbornly, at times, but not if it could be proven that the other solution would yield better results), but it was so hard to talk to people afraid to speak out of intimidation…odd, she’d never had that problem back at the hold.
She raised her eyebrows at Kitari’s sudden outburst, briefly wondering if there was something wrong with the other girl. Not that Alana was averse to a walk, but…She felt a twinge of annoyance as Kitari stepped forward at once, taking B’kay’s arm, although she couldn’t say why. Well, it did seem a trifle hasty, and B’kay hadn’t even agreed to the walk yet, but there was more to Alana’s irritation than that. However, she said nothing on the subject until B’kay assented, preparing to begin.
“Yes, I think a walk would be lovely right now. And a visit to the weyrlings is an excellent idea,” She voiced her opinion, and really did feel that it would be best. Obviously B’kay wasn’t ready to return to work, but what better way to improve a recovering man’s psyche than to do something to give his life some semblance of its old normalcy?
“I’d be happy to provide my assistance as well, Weyrlingmaster,” She added, moving gently toward B’kay’s other arm, but just as she reached him, her foot caught on a rock. Alana recovered her balance quickly, but not before bumping into B’kay…Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to utter an immediate apology. The bump was nothing a normal person couldn’t handle, but few realized just how much one relied on their eyes to help keep their balance…
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Post by B'kay on May 5, 2009 19:40:54 GMT -5
Whenever he looked back on the day afterward, no matter how he strained his mind, B'kay would never quite remember what happened first.
Was it that gentle bump by Alana?
Was it that he had turned toward her, to accept her offer, one foot lifted awkwardly to set him off balance?
Was it that Kitari still held his other arm, which also may have slightly thrown him off?
Whatever the cause, before B'kay knew what was happening, the world was spinning around him. Vertigo does not mix well with darkness, and it took a stunned moment for the bronze rider to realize that the sudden sharp pain he felt was the ground impacting the side of his head.
Syth roared and rose from his pretended nap, hovering over the humans, his great dark bulk casting the daylight into shadow around them.
Mine! Mine, are you injured ... again?
"Uhhhhhhhhhrrrrrgh....." B'kay replied, his hands going to the sides of his head to still the spinning and throbbing. He reached for the mind of his dragon, seeking solace, seeking grounding, seeking stability.
His breath came in ragged gasps for the first moment, and then started to settle into a human rhythm.
The pain was intense, but easing ... at least the pain in his temples. The pain behind his eyes, though, was growing.
It grew sharper.
It grew stronger.
It grew ... brighter.
Panic gripped B'kay by the chest. The brightness spread and turned into a golden-red glow. What had happened? Had his brain burst behind his eyes? Had the nerves exploded?
"My eyes, my eyes," he groaned, not caring who might hear his weakness. "Something's wrong with my eyes...."
A great form nudged him gently, and by the warm breath he knew it was Syth's muzzle. No, B'kay-mine. I think there is something right with your eyes....
B'kay froze; the dragon's thoughts sank deeply into his understanding. Doubts and fears chased themselves around his mind, as he both grasped and denied the hope.
What he was seeing was not some compound of his injury.
It was light.
Through his closed eyes, through the padding that covered them, he was seeing light.
"I think," he whispered, not daring to truly speak the words aloud, "I can see-- "
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