T'vor nimbly slides out of his seat on Penath's neck, using a thoughtfully extended and lowered forelimb to land gently on the ground.
Jerissa stretches up from the firestone sacks and salutes T'vor quickly before going back to her chores.
High in the Bowl, Mileketh slowly wings downwards from the sky high above.
T'vor salutes in return, and heads towards the main entrance.
T'vor heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr.
High in the Bowl, Mileketh furls his wings slightly.
Midway up in the Bowl, Mileketh glides down lower into the Bowl.
Midway up in the Bowl, Mileketh wings lower into the Bowl.
Just overhead, Mileketh glides down cautiously.
Just overhead, Mileketh lands just below you in the Center of the Igen Weyr Bowl.
Mileketh backwings to land neatly.
T'vor walks over from the field to the southeast.
J'rell slides down Mileketh's foreleg and off.
Just overhead, Lemarath appears from out of between with a burst of cold air!
T'vor was walking away, until he saw Mileketh land.
Just overhead, Arlyth appears from out of between with a burst of cold air, creeling.
J'rell slides off Mileketh tiredly, stripping off his flying gear.
Jerissa looks up from the firestone sacks at the sound of the creeling, straining to look up.
Dragon> Lemarath bespoke Igen dragons with << I come from Fall with Arlyth. >>
T'vor nods to the Weyrleader, "J'rell."
T'vor stows his gear by Penath's leg.absentlky
Just overhead, Lemarath lands just below you in the Center of the Igen Weyr Bowl.
Lemarath backwings to land neatly.
Jerissa absently notices J'rell, tossing a quick salute in his direction.
J'rell nods. "Well done, T'vor."
Arlyth lands, barely missing skinning his nose.
Lemarath crouches down so that Shandra may dismount.;
Shandra says "Oh, good, Jerissa, I was just going to have Lemarath call you."
You say "What you need weyrwoman?"
B'ren slides down from Arlyth's flank, murmuring, "It's okay, it's okay."
J'rell looks up with a smile for Shandra.
T'vor nods his thanks, as weary, "Thank you, sir."
Arlyth creels and creels.
Shandra gestures to Arlyth, "B'ren's blue has a bad scoring across his shoulder and, I think, the wing."
T'vor ensures that Penath is situated then walks towards the weyrleaders.
Jerissa picks up a wine skin from a pile at her feet and hands one quickly to B'ren. She looks up at the blue, narrowing her eyes. "Looks bad. Want some help?"
J'rell looks Mileketh over carefully..
Looking over Arlyth, you see a clear, ichory path - presumably of a clump of Thread - from shoulder and through the leading edges to the muscle.
T'vor says "Penath is uninjured."
B'ren gasps as he takes the wine, "Please, oh, hush Arlyth, it's okay."
Shandra nods, pulling her helmet off, "Please, I've my own singing to take care of."
J'rell looks up from his inspection. "you're scored, Shandra?"
T'vor checks over others of the winged on him for you. We can l
Shandra says "No, I caught Lemarath's wingtip with the sharding flamethrower."
Jerissa raises an eyebrow. "I'll get some numbweed on him for you. We can look over the injuries when he isn't in so much pain."
Lemarath quits being stoic and tilts her wingtip gingerly.
J'rell nods. "Oh. I hope it isn't bad.,"
Shandra ducks under Lemarath's wing. "Well, it remains to be seen. Not like that, dear, I can only see shadow."
T'vor gets nods of re-assurances from other riders, and reports back, "Sir, minor wing scoring, mostly light injuries. Judging, I expect the wing to be at ninety five percent strength."
J'rell says "Could I trouble you for a bit of numbweed, Jerissa?"
Arlyth continues to whimper until Lemarath looks over and he quiets down.
Aisha strides in from the training field to the northeast.
Jerissa walks over to where the healers are dealing with scored riders. She dips her hands into the water, scrubbing the firestone from them with sweetsand and then washing them in redwort. She coats them throughly in oil, before nodding her thanks and heading over to Arlyth with a bucket of numbweed and a couple of paddles. She nods and hands one to J'rell.
B'ren practically grabs one of the paddles out of Jerissa's hands and starts to slather numbweed helter skelter.
Aisha strides in, carrying a jar of numbweeds. A small procession of drudges follows her also carrying jars of numbweed.
J'rell nods a thanks and turns his attention to a small score on Mileketh's tail.
T'vor assists B'ren as required, or wanted. :)
Shandra says "Well, it's not too bad."
Shandra glances at T'vor archly, "You ask Jerissa, Weyrsecond or not?"
T'vor winces, "Aye." He looks to Jerissa,"May I assist?".
Shandra gestures a woman over and takes the pot from her hands.
Jerissa motions over to two drudges, talking quietly to them. They return some moments later with a table which she gets them to place near the wing. She nods to T'vor. "Please. Lets get him doused with numbweed and put him out of pain."
Shandra grumbles, "Faranth's big toe, but this has to be the second stupidest thing we've ever done."
Aisha orders the drudges to pass around the numbweed, then peers at Shandra. "WHat happened?"
B'ren says, a note of alarm in his voice, "What are you doing?"
Jerissa hops up onto the table and starts to slather numbweed where B'ren can't reach.
T'vor nods and puts an elbow into it, and assists numb up the blue.
Shandra says "B'ren and Arlyth came out into a bad patch, no thanks to the wind there. As for Lemarath, just total stupidity. We were cutting it a bit close on a turn and _I_ managed to catch just the tip of her fingersail with the flamethrower."
Jerissa crouches down at B'ren. "We're helping to put Arlyth out of pain B'ren. Thats OK isn't it?"
Celie strides in from the training field to the northeast.
B'ren says sharply, "Well, of course, but, after that."
J'rell nods. "That happens."
Urieth strides in from the training field to the northeast.
Shandra coats it with numbweed.
Jerissa smiles down. "We'll see. I want to stop his pain first. then we can take a closer look B'ren. OK?"
Aisha nods to Shandra, then glances at B'ren and his dragon. Seeing that he's in capable hands, she turns back to Shandra. "Lemarath alright?"
Hawke walks over from the field to the southeast.
J'rell finishes up with the spot on Mileketh and coninutes his inspection.
Shandra says "Well, she will be. If she manages with me as a rider."
Hawke runs towards the group, slightly out of breath.
Jerissa continues to coat the wing with numbweed, keeping an eye on the rider as she does so.
As Hawke crosses the field, T'gor gestures her over to his green, Morth.
Celie hangs back, keeping herself and Urieth out of the way for now.
Aisha chuckles. "You two seem to get along very well."
Hawke nods to T'gor and heads towards Morth, grabbing supplies as she goes.
Shandra pushes a piece of hair out of her face and sniffs.
T'vor continues to assist.
Irina walks over from the field to the southeast.
Aisha grins. "And she'll forget about it very soon."
T'gor comments quietly, "She was scored near her belly mid-Fall and I've coated it with numbweed, but she seems to be getting greyer, not better."
Jerissa stands back a little, nodding to herself. She peers down at T'vor and nods in satisifaction and then scans the blue carefully looking for other scorings. She glances down at B'ren. "How's Arlyth feeling now?"
Hawke nods to T'gor, and approaches Morth, glancing at the dragons whirling eyes and smilng at her, murmuring soothing sounds as she evaluates the wound, first from a short distance without touching.
Irina ambles over towards the beach to the northwest.
Shandra finishes with Lemarath to her satisfaction and heads over to Jerissa.
J'rell finishes his examination of Mileketh and sits on a convenient loop of tail
B'ren says shortly, "Not as bad, at least."
T'vor looks at some idle drudges and has them fetch fresh klah and distribute to tired riders, he grabs one for himself.
Jerissa hops down from the table, nodding to B'ren. "Good." She glances over at Shandra. "Care to take a look? We've got the scorings well coated in numbweed."
When slathering the numbweed on, you've noticed that the leading edge was sliced cleanly to the muscle, but cleanly.
J'rell suppresses a wince as he removes his flight jacket.
Hawke takes a deep breath, scans the dragon for other wounds and then, picking up some needed supplies she approaches the dragon, and gently begins to clean the wound, speaking softly to both rider and dragon, trying to sooth them both.
Shandra says "Would you have him tilt his wing, B'ren?"
Arlyth tries, but creels softly.
You say "That leading edge looks pretty bad."
T'gor says anxiously, "Should you be taking the numbweed out that way?"
Shandra nods, "What do you think?"
B'ren says in the same breath as Shandra, "What do you mean by that?"
Jerissa eyes the edge critically. "It'll heal well, he'll need some stitches though to make sure. " She glances to Shandra, biting her lip. "At least thats my diagnosis."
Hawke frowns in concentration, as she inspects the deep wound. She turns to T'gor, speaking softly. "I needed to see how deep this one part is, I believe it could use a stitch here, then I will put fresh numbweed." She smiles, and turns back, pointing. "You see this part, here? I think it would heal a lot faster if we could hold the edges of this deep wound together."
B'ren says, horrified, "Stitches? Will he fly again?"
Aisha takes a mug of klah from a passing drudge and orders another to bring out a tray of cookies and bring the tray round to everyone.
Jerissa smiles reassuringly at B'ren. "Of course he will, /if/ we stitch it."
Shandra nods slowly, "I do believe you're right. Think you're up to it, if I hover to assist if you need it?"
Celie trots over to assist in passing out klah to the riders.
Shandra adds, "My hands aren't going to be all that steady," taking a mug from Celie with a grateful smile that includes Aisha as well.
Jerissa raises an eyebrow and leans closer in to Shandra. "If you think I'm ready, then I'm willing to do it."
B'ren swallows and then says, "All right."
Hawke glances at Shandra, then back at T'gor, picking up a needle. "Are you alright? Would you like some klah?"
Shandra says "Yeah, go ahead. It's the best we can do now, with Rallaigh away. Shout if you need anything."
Celie pushes a drudge toward a group of riders gently then heads the opposite way, appriating the tray of cookies.
T'gor inhales sharply and says, "Wait, wait, are you sure?"
Shandra spies Hawke picking up a needle and strides over to her, leaving Jerissa abruptly. "What's up here?"
Jerissa gets the drudges to position the table in front of the leading edge, saving Arlyth the trouble of dipping that wing and doing more damage. She coats her hands with more oil and picks up a needle and thread from the needle box.
Hawke smiles and nods. "I do believe that she will heal much faster that way. If the wound is as open as this, it may take longer to heal and it may also be more prone to an infection." She becons him over to take a look at the wound himself. "You see how deep it is? She won't feel anyting, because of the numbweed you put on it earlier. You did a good job doing that."
Hawke smiles at Shandra. "I think the deepest wound..." she points "should be stitched."
T'gor says unsurely, "Well... I suppose..."
Jerissa smiles at B'ren before hopping up once more onto the table. "Get Arlyth to stay as still as possible. He won't feel this but I don't want him twitching."
Shandra raises an eyebrow, "T'gor, you came back a while ago - but Morth's color is a bit off."
Shandra says "Would you have her raise her wing a bit, please?"
Shandra looks over the wing as Morth obliges her, "Hmmm. She's losing a lot of ichor, Hawke, did you see this?"
Aisha gestures the drudge carrying the tray of cookies towards Celie.
Hawke nods at Shandra. "I did. I was about to ask you if we could get some ichor for her from another dragon, one that did not participate in the Fall?"
Shandra hmms, "Where would you put it?"
Celie takes the tray with a nod to the drudge and begins to hold it out to weary looking riders. "Eat something," she tells one. "You need the energy."
Hawke says "I thought that we could close this wound, and put numbweed on it, and try an infusion in the area."
Jerissa critically eyes the glistening muscle of the leading edge, noting the green globules of ichor forming heathly. She nods and mutters to herself as she carefully starts to stitch.
J'rell snags a wineskin from a passing drudge and tries to relax.;
Hawke glances up at Morth and speaks softly to Shandra. "And somebody should have T'gor sit down before he falls, he might not like watching this."
Aisha watches the proceedings quietly amid a gaggle of gawking drudges.
Shandra nods thoughtfully, "I think if you stitched the vein itself..." gestures, "there, it would regulate itself all right. Usually we only use ichor from another dragon if a joint or cartilage is exposed.
T'gor says stiffly, "No, it's all right, I'm fine. It's all _right_, Morth."
Shandra smiles reassuringly, "Although it's a good thing you caught that that wound was oozing ichor."
Hawke nods. "Okay. I was just thinking that putting some ichor in the area until Morth replenishes the supply herself might be a good idea. I will stitch up the wound, and we can see what happens."
Shandra nods, "That sounds good to me."
Celie returns with an empty tray and hangs back next to Aisha.
B'ren looks a little grey but gamely keeps asking Jerissa if he can hand her this or that.
Hawke nods and picks up the needle again and some thread. She speaks soothingly to Morth and gently touches Morth with an oiled hand, getting ready for the first stitch.
Jerissa pushes the needle through the first edge of tissue and then the second. With a small pair of tongs held in her other hand, she loops the first edge of thread twice and places it over the second edge of thread, neatly pulling them together in such a way as to not pucker the skin, but still provide an easier means to healing. She talks her way through the wound, telling B'ren a little of what she is doing.
Celie hands the empty tray to a passing drudge. "Better bring some more..."
Jerissa nods her thanks to B'ren as he passes her a cutting tool, which she uses to slice off the trailing ends of the thread. She continues onto the next stitch, repeating the process of the first, drawing the blue hide together and hiding the silver muscle.
Aisha grins at Celie. "You're not bad at this."
Hawke glances at T'gor, then turns back to her work. She pushes the needle through tissue on one side of the wound, then the other, then tying the two side close together. Cutting the thread, she begins the next stitch...
T'gor watches, gradually going greyer until he weaves back and forth a bit.??
Hawke pauses between stitches to glance at T'gor. "Are you doing alright?" She ets her needle to steady him, then glances around for a chair for him to sit on.
J'rell says "I think someone should catch T'gor before he hits the ground."
Hawke sets her needle down, that is...
Shandra chuckles, "Here, T'gor, have a seat and put your head between your legs."
Hawke nods, holding him by the shoulders. "Could I have a chair and some klah for him, please?"
T'gor sits down right on the ground.
Morth creels, her tail twitching.
Celie grabs a mug of klah from a passing drudge and runs over to T'gor. She kneels down beside him and places his hands around the mug. "Take slow sips, T'gor...".
T'gor takes the mug and takes a token sip, his color a bit better.
Hawke grins at Shandra, and after T'gor sits down she retunrs to her stitching, beginning to stich the next layer of tissue and tying off the bleeding (ichoring?) vein. She speaks soothingly to Morth, "It's okay, Morth. He will be fine, and so will you. It's alright..."
Jerissa grins and neatly ties off the last stitch. Her eyes narrow as she checks her work over. Once satisfied she reaches down for the numbweed paddle and slathers a little more on the leading edge, watching for seepage of ichor. She waves over at Shandra, trying to get her attention.
Aisha watches Celie rush off to help T'gor. "Must be that weyrling training. She was gone before I even could react."
Celie watches as T'gor's color improves, encouraging him to drink the klah down. She turns to give Aisha a slight wink.
Hawke finished stitching the topmost layer of tissue, the skin, the stands back after cutting the thread for the final time. She looks at the wound for a moment, then grabs a numbweed paddle and begins to gently spread the ichor over the wound, keeping an eye out for leaking ichor while still speaking softly non-stop to Morth.
Shandra heads over to Jerissa, "All done?"
B'ren says, "It'll be okay?"
Jerissa nods, biting her lower lip a little. "Care to take a look and see if its OK? Its looks a healthy enough slice, though I'd guess he's not going to be flying for several sevendays.";
T'gor looks up, "I'm okay, Morth. Are you okay?"
Morth rumbles, a tiny bit more color to her.
Hawke straightens up, stretching her sore back as she inspects her work. She looks Morth all over, checking for any wounds that might have been missed. Not seeing any, she smiles at T'gor. "She will be fine.
Jerissa smiles at B'ren and nods. "Sure thing. He'll fly like always soon enough."
Shandra climbs up on the table and takes a close look.
Jerissa points out the neatly joined edges. "Hopefully he won't have much scar tissue there."
Shandra nods, "All the membrane was there, just torn, eh?" she comments, poking gently.
Shandra says "We'll keep him moving it and well oiled. Oddly the wings don't seem as prone to it."
Jerissa nods. "Yep. Nice, clean slice. Ichor's was forming well, so there doesn't seem to be any complications."
Celie snags a handful of cookies and forces them on T'gor. "Eat..."
Hawke looks for Shandra, so she can double-sheck her work. Seeing her with Jerissa, she waits her turns. She walks over to T'gor. "I am sure that Morth will be just fine. Hopefully, she won't have too much of a scar. She was lucky, this is her only wound and you did a good job to numb it so she wasn't as stressed as she could have been." She smiles at him, and grins at Celie.
Shandra nods, patting Arlyth's flank, "Well stood, Arlyth. Brave, as befits an Igen dragon."
Lemarath rumbles, reinforcing the praise.
Shandra climbs down.;
Shandra says "I agree with Jerissa, B'ren. It will take time but it'll mend."
Hawke walks back to Morth, to look at the wound again, and seeing no leaking ichor, smiles up at the green.
Aisha smiles faintly. She smiles at B'ren. "
Celie gets to her feet, brushing off her trousers. "Eat those cookies, T'gor. You need the energy in your blood."
T'gor shakes his head, getting up, "I should have known it was too deep for just numbweed."
Jerissa scritches the blue, before hopping down, grabbing a little at the table. She smiles at B'ren. "All fixed."
Shandra says "Jerissa, would you see B'ren and Arlyth to the infirmary, with Lemarath's help, and then I'll meet you in the Living Cavern?"
Shandra says "And get yourself a mug of klah, you deserve it."
Shandra steps over to Hawke, not waiting for Jerissa's response.
Hawke smiles at T'gor. "You were too shaken up to notice much of anything, I am sure. Just know that you did well, and that you will both be fine."
Aisha orders a drudge to offer Jerissa a mug of klah."
Shandra says "So how'd it go? Two stitching, and hardly a one in the last Turn... amazing. It never rains but it pours, eh, T'gor?"
T'gor chuckles hollowly.
Jerissa nods at Shandra. "Sure." She turns to B'ren. "OK? The infirmary." She moves over to allow Lemarath to help Arlyth to the infirmary.
Hawke smiles at Shandra. "It went well, I think. Her color is looking better, and her eyes seem calmer."
Shandra nods, "She does look a bit better. What do you think about that dose of ichor?"
Lemarath supports Arlyth's wing with hers.
Lemarath heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr.
Jerissa flashes a thank you at Aisha as she grabs the mug, helping the wounded dragon and rider.
You head over towards the field to the southeast.
Jerissa motions to the infirmary, gesturing that B'ren should follow her.
You walk into the Infirmary.
Lemarath waddles in from the Bowl.
Amrieth> Hawke looks at the wound, and hmms a little, thinking. "I think it still might be a good idea, she did loose quite a bit there. She is producing some now, but I am not sure how fast." She looks back at Shandra. "But, we could also wait an hour or two and see how she does, keep an eye on her color."
Amrieth> Shandra nods, and murmurs to Hawke alone, "I think T'gor could stand to do that. He can call if there's a problem."
Jerissa smiles and nods her thanks to Lemarath. "Thank you" She checks as Arlyth is helped to a couch, making sure his wing isn't made worse by any movement. She walks over to the troughs making sure they are full of water, grimacing a little and walking off with a couple of buckets to top it up
Amrieth> T'gor clears his throat, "So what happens now?"
Amrieth> Hawke glances up at Morth, and back at the wound area and back to Shandra, nodding. "Yes, I think if we started to give her ichor, he might freak out (for lack of a better phrase at this time) more.";
Amrieth> Hawke smiles over to T'gor. "The two of you are going to rest now. You have to watch her color for us, and if you see anything wrong or she complains, you call us right away."
Amrieth> Hawke nods. "She should be fine."
Amrieth> T'gor says worriedly, "She'll be out of action for how long?"
Jerissa tips in the extra buckets of water and stands back, eyeing B'ren and handing him another skin of wine. "Here, you look like you need it. Get some rest and call me if you need me. I'll be in the living cavern or with Amrieth nearby."
Lemarath warbles soothingly and then heads off.
Amrieth> I bespoke Lemarath with << My rider thanks you for your help. >>
Dragon> Amrieth senses that Lemarath snorts delicately, << You are all my responsibility too. >>
Amrieth> Hawke glances at Shandra, then back at T'gor. "Perhaps about a month. We'll have to watch her and see how she does. You don't want to push her, and going between would be very bad, as I am sure you know. It could take longer."
Amrieth> Shandra nods approvingly, "Lots of strap making time, because you'll need them."