Jerissa wanders around with a pail of numbweed, offering paddles to some people to treat their lifemates.
Just overhead, Westinth appears from out of between with a burst of cold air, creeling in pain.
Solfore slips through the arriving dragonriders, her arms filled with DHing supplies that she sets down with the other supplies.
Jerissa looks up to the sky, hand raised to shade and help her see. She waves as she sees Solfore and winces at Westinth's creeling.
Solfore glances apprehensibly into the sky, hoping to see a uninjured. Her wince echos Jerissa's as she watches the arriving dragon.
Westinth furls his wings, coming in for a landing. As he lands he barely misses scraping his brown muzzle as he favours his right hind leg, bugling in pain.
Jerissa looks over in concern at the brown, glancing around the green she is slathering numbweed on. She rushes around and glances over, eyes narrowed as she evalutes the injury.
Solfore quickly finds a skin of wine for Westinth's rider, she approaches the brown slowly so as not frighten him. Eyeing the wound, she looks up towards his rider.
A'han dismounts from Westinth, frowning, trying to reassure his lifemate with soothing words. He glances to Solfore and grabs the wineskin, drinking heavily from it.
Westinth creels loudly, the sound reverbating around the bowl,his weight placed predominately on his left hind leg.
Glancing over Westinth, you see a long, clear, ichory path--likely from a clump of thread--reaching from pelvic to knee joint (roughly a 2 metres long) and a smaller injury over the trailing edge of his wingsail.
Solfore quickly hands over the wineskin, quickly looking over at Jerissa. Seeing she is busy, she gets numbweed and a paddle. Saying to A'han, "Let me get numbweed over his injuries and he will feel better." liberly spreading the numbing salve over Westinth's threadscore, her eye roams over the brown's body, looking for any other injuries and noting his color.
Jerissa looks from Westinth to the green she was treating and sighs, tapping a foot for a moment or two as she thinks. "Sole? Think you can sort Westinth for me? I really out to see to Rissalth and Mibinarth" she remarks, pointing first to the green and then to a blue with a threadscored wingsail.
Westinth continues to creel loudly until Lemarath looks in his direction. He warbles and quiets down. A'han looks over at Sole. "Is he going to be OK? We caught that clump pretty bad."
As you slathered numbweed over the wound, you noticed that the leg injury was sliced clean to the muscle.
Solfore looks over the wound again at the question and nods slowly, "I think so, it dosn't look -too- bad and I think I can handle it." she gives A'han a reasureing smile, "I'm sure he will be A'han, he will just need a little time to heal."
Jerissa nods, a quick terse movement seemingly anxious to return to the more seriously injured. "Good. You can call me over anytime you're not sure, K?" She turns to walk away and then spins around with a small frown creasing her brows. "Whats your diagnosis by the way?"
A'han nods and then winces a little in sympathy with his lifemate. "You _think_?"
Solfore sets the bucket and paddle down, looking closer, "It looks like the leg will need a stitch or two. Without it, I would say it would take longer to heal. Looks like his wing cought a edge of the thread, his wingsail will need to be repaired."
Solfore gives A'han another smile, "I don't want to say he will be perfect in a few weeks because it will take a few more days than that."
Jerissa wanders back over. "Westinth? Drop that wing a little for me please?" she asks the brown, stepping back a little as he does. "Mmmm. Take a closer look at the wing. I think it looks worse than it is." She pauses to scritch the dragon absently, flashing a warm smile at A'han. "He'll be fine, don't you worry now!"
The trailing edge injury is small and should heal mainly on its own.
A'han looks a little more mollified by Jerissa and Solfore's remarks, however he continues to watch them both with dark piercing eyes, occasionally slugging from his wineskin.
Solfore looks over the wing injury, lightly scritching the dragon to ease his discomfort if she is able, "Forgive me Jerissa *she smiles* but upon closer look, I think its not as bad as even I thought at first." she lowers her voice enough so it sounds like a discussion and unworried.
Jerissa grins at Solfore, reaching out to squeeze her arm a little. She nods. "Its often to difficult to see on a large dragon. Especially as he's holding that edge out of the dirt." She scans an eye over the leg. "Think you can manage to stitch it on your own then?" she adds in hushed tones.
Solfore nods her head confidently, her voice holding the same confidente sound, "I beleive so, I've seen it done and assisted. Just check my work after and I will feel fine with doing the stitching."
Jerissa nods as she turns away. "Good stuff." She smiles at A'han and wanders over to check on Mibinarth, frowning at the state of his wing.
Westinth cants his head around and turns a large jewelled eye on Solfore, a questioning warble going to his rider as he shuffles his wounded hind leg. A'han smiles. "You'll be fine, Westinth, don't fret."
Solfore heads over and quickly washes and dries her hands. Covering her hands with oil she oils up her hands. Gathering up her needle and threads, she smiles calmly at Westinth as she is back at his side, "A'han, how is Westinth feeling? The numbweed is keeping most of the pain away?"
A'han's eyes unfocuss a little and then he nods. "He says he hurts only a little." His eyes snap back and he looks at the needle. "Whats that for?"
Solfore nods her head towards Westinth's leg, "I have to stich up his leg. It could heal without stiches, but it would take much longer and I wouldn't be too sure the injury would heal completly right. Stiching up the score, he will heal much faster and the most he would have is a scar. Do you understand?"
A'han nods slowly, eyes still on the needle. "Yeah. I guess so" he remarks, paling somewhat. Westinth snorts and then nudges his rider softly, holding his head high as if to say << I can take it! >>
Solfore calls over towards some idle looking residents, explaining her need for a table, one is soon supplied and set up in the spot indicated. Climbing up, she gets a close up view of the wound, nodding as she looks at the wound."
Jerissa busies herself over Mibinarth's wing, pausing occassionally to talk to Iasha, his rider.
A'han sips slowly, watching Solfore with a mixture of curiousity and illness? He winces a little and grabs the end of the table to steady himself.
Solfore cuts a piece of thread that is about as long as her arm, smiling down at A'han, "Just keep him still and I'll be done quickly. He and you will both been fine." chewing on the tip of her tongue, she threads the needle examineing the edges of the score, she pushes the needle head into the thick dragon hide. Doing the same to the upper edge of the score, she slowly draws the edges together. She does the first stitch carefully to watch the muscles movement.
Westinth twitches his tail and warbles, a quick glance at Lemarath and he quiets immendiately, jewelled eyes watching her.
Solfore keeps up a running conversation as she ties off the first stitch. Cutting off another thread, she does the same process over again. After each stitch, she slathers on knumbweed to keep the wound as painless as possible.
Devlin comes over from the beach.
Devlin heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr.
A'han blanches and looks at the bowl floor, a moment or two passes and he lowers himself, muttering something about it being safer and closer if he falls. Westinth on the other hand seems to be coping better, occassionally galncing at his rider to check he's OK.
Solfore looks down quickly as she sees movment out the corner of her eye, "Put your head between your knees, your doing fine A'han, it won't be much longer and you both will be able to rest."
Jerissa continues to stitch the blue's wing, frowning in thought. She looks over to Solfore for a brief moment and then returns to her work.
A'han nods to Solfore and does so, raising his knees upwards and sticking his head between them. "Never liked needles!" he explains.
Solfore looks quickly over at Jerissa, hesitaning for a moment as she puts in a fourth stitch, calling over, "Jerissa, I have a quick question if you have a moment."
Jerissa hears her name and snaps out of her reverie. She nods to Solfore, jumping off her table and muttering quietly to Iasha before wandering over with quick strides to Solfore. "Yes, Sole? What's up?" she asks kindly, eyes automatically scanning over the wound.
Regal appears from *between*.
Solfore smiles, "I'm not exactly sure how many stitches would be best for the wound. I don't want to put in any more than is needed. I have put 4 in and the muscle isn't showing, don't want the stitches to tear out when he moves around either."
Regal heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr.
Jerissa nods, jumping up on the table beside Solfore. "Ok" she says, scanning the wound. "I think you definetely need more stiches, though those you've done are fine."
Solfore smiles, glad to have your opinion, "Thanks, Westinth and A'han are both doing very well." she moves back to contue the stiching, with care and precision.
Jerissa jumps off the table with some care and wanders over to resume her stitching.
Solfore starts talking toWesting and A'han again, asking questions, keeping up a running conversation as she works. Finding anything to keep the rider and dragon off the thought of the injuries are best. After a while she steps back, slathers numbweed on the last stitches and steps back. Streching, she looks down, "A'han, the stiches are set? How are you both doing? Tired?"
A'han looks up. "Finished?" A glance down at his empty wineskin and then he stretches as he stands. "Not tired, though some more wine would be great!" Westinth croons softly, turning his head to look at his stitches.
Solfore smiles, looking around for Jerissa to check over her work she says, "I'll get you another wine skin if you like, but only after we get you both to the infirmary. Westinth needs the rest and so do you."
A'han nods and then surprises himself with a yawn. "OK. You're the healer."
Jerissa runs her hand over the stitches on Mibinarth's wing, nodding her satisfaction. She jumps down and grins at Iasha. "That'll heal well, don't you worry." She peers around the blue and spies Tilani and Merinth and waves to them. "Can Merinth help Mibinarth to the infirmary for me please, Tilani?" Tilani nods and Merinth ambles off to help the blue. Jerissa meanwhile wanders over to Solfore, A'han and Westinth. "All finished?" she asks with a quirked eyebrow.
Solfore looks up, having just started down to come have you check, she nods, "All finished, just needing a final check."
Jerissa grins and nimbly hops up onto the table. A hand running smoothly over the stitches. She nods to Solfore and smiles. "Neat job." She turns back and scritches the brown before jumping down and waving at some drudges to remove the table. "OK. How long do you think we should ground them?"
A'han blinks. "Grounding? Eh?"
Solfore frowns, she seems to always have problems with this, "I would suggest a month at the least. The score was basicly simple but deep. It's going to be hard for him to take off and land until those stiches can be removed." she smiles towards A'han, "If he tries to fly, it will hurt him. His wing was injured slightly, it will heal on it's own however."
Jerissa nods. "Agreed. A month should see if right." She turns to A'han and smiles. "A little snooze time for you" she says, "have fun and relax!" Looking at Solfore, she grins. "Can you see them both into the infirmary for me? Lemarath will help I'm sure." She calls over to Shandra and Lemarath to ask, receiving a positive reply in return.
Solfore smiles, nodding she climbs down from the table, "After Lemarath and I get these two settled in the infirmary, I'll come back out and help clean up." smileing up at the Gold.
Lemarath steps up to the brown, rumbling softly in encouragment as she walks close to Westinth's injured side, helping to support the injured wing so he need not suport the wing and cause extra injury.
Solfore smiles as she returns about ten mintues later, Lemarath returning with her, "A'han is already mostly asleep and Wistinth is all settled in the infirmary with fresh water."
Jerissa smiles and nods, checking over a number of other dragons. "Good, good." She pats the green in front of her and stands upright, stretching out tired muscles. "Lets go get some wine, eh? i think we deserve it."
Solfore smiles, looking surprised, "I would love some and my hands are shaking now afterwards enough to need it."
Jerissa grins as she wanders off, "That happens. I'm exhausted, in fact I'll probably fall asleep somewhere inappropriate again."