Zibrith sits up and ROARS, sitting up on her hind legs and sending her voice skyward. This causes Elyandra to jump and looks up, "Who? What? Where, Zibrith..." She scans the sky.
For a moment, a fleeting moment at that, Alyssa is stock-still, fists clenched, then she steels herself and her resolve, getting ready as best she can for the arrival of the injured. "Who?" she asks softly, rolling up the sleeves of her tunic.
Elyandra shakes her head, "I don't know.... Zibrith won't give me their names... a blue, I think. And a... green." She looks off to the south, then to the north.
Above, From the Benden Star Stones, M'nar's mint green Gelth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to green Veyath and her rider, K'nan, welcoming them home.
Zibrith BUGLES again, then jumps skyward without warning.
Jerissa blinks as she looks up, "Oh Shards!" she exclaims, pacing a little, "Everyone ready?"
Zibrith takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry her aloft.
Above, Zibrith rises up from the bowl.
Elyandra gapes as her dragon takes to the skies. Her eyes fade, widening, "Veyath says she can't fly......"
Amrieth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry her aloft.
Above, Amrieth rises up from the bowl.
Above, Veyath flashes out of between with a -bamf- of air, left wing folded behind her as she heads towards the bowl, trying to keep herself in a glide with a single wing - and not succeeding too well.
Alyssa nods to Jerissa, pale but determined. Around her, apprentices and other assistants wait, trembling for a chance to lend aid. "Oh, Faranth," is all she says to Elyandra's statement.
Above, Zibrith darts after the smaller green, positioning herself under her clutchsister in an effort to take some of her weight. She bugles at Amieth, perhaps in agreement with some unheard dragon comment.
Above, Veyath glides down from above.
Above, Amrieth cants her wingtip and positions herself to take the burden of Veyath, helping her, assisiting her to the ground, breaking her descent.
Elyandra watches the sky in raps fascination, "Shards.... easy now... easy...."
Starratiel comes out of the lc with a pot of numbweed.
Above, Veyath steadies a bit with the additional support, slowing her fall into a heavy glide towards the bowl floor.
Veyath backwings for a landing.
Zibrith backwings for a landing.
Amrieth backwings for a landing.
Poised to leap into action at any moment, Alyssa watches the green dragons arrive, aghast at Veyath's appearance. Still, she schools herself to remain back and allow the far more experienced Jerissa assess the injuries.
Jerissa rushes over to Veyath, eyes scanning the green for possible injuries, "Where, where?" she seems to call out to her lifemate.
Veyath lands heavily, even with the support of the other two dragons, skidding a good six meters before stopping. Left wing folded to her side tightly, she manages to stand only with difficulty.
Starratiel walks over to the injured dragon, opening the pot of numbweed.
Elyandra charges over, slapping Zibrith on the side, "Outta the way, you...." She looks back over her shoulder, looking for Jerissa and blinking in suprise when she's there by her side. She looks at Veyath, "Sharditall....."
Jerissa frowns as she cranes her neck upwards to look at Veyath, "Shaffit!" She tilts her head and jumps a little, "AMY?!"
Above, From the Benden Star Stones, M'nar's mint green Gelth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to bronze Nicoth and his rider, T'lar, welcoming them home.
Above, Nicoth glides down from above.
From Veyath's back, K'nan tears his helmet off with a snarl, unfastening himself from the straps. "Stupid, sharding, deadglow of a greenrider.." He continues muttering oaths as he slides down.
K'nan climbs down from Veyath's neck, and arrives on the ground.
Nicoth backwings for a landing.
Alyssa's chin lifts at the sound of another dragon arriving, her attention torn between the descent of the bronze and the scene around Veyath.
Nicoth comes in for a stumbling landing. He is decidely grey beneath his bronze.
Starratiel looks from Veyath to Nicoth, and walks quickly over to the bronze...
Elyandra watches Jerissa, then blinks, following her gaze, "Shards." She looks over her shoulder and yells, "NUMBWEED!"
Jerissa narrows her eyes to Starratiel and shouts out above the melee, "Girl! Stay away from him!"
From atop Nicoth, T'lar unbuckles his straps using only his left hand. Clumsily, he slides to the ground.
T'lar slides precipitously down from Nicoth's back.
Starratiel blinks. "Sorry." and hands the pot to Elyandra.
Nicoth whimpers and rocks his head.
Jerissa turns her head and nods to Elyandra, pointing to Veyath. "Deal with it" she says in a steel hard voice.
K'nan growls, moving quickly around the side of his lifemate to reach her left side.
Alyssa glances only once, sparingly, at Veyath, willing herself to remember the green is in the best of hands, then she moves in long-legged briskness toward Nicoth. "T'lar?"
Above, From the Benden Star Stones, M'nar's mint green Gelth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to blue Brynarth and his rider, Sionelle, welcoming them home.
Starratiel runs toward the infirmary, where she knows there is more numbweed.
Starratiel moves beneath the rocky overhang that protects the Infirmary entrance.
Starratiel emerges from the infirmary.
Jerissa runs over to Nicoth, immediately noticing the grey hide, "T'lar isn't it?" she comments to the rider.
Starratiel runs out, panting, with two more numbweed pots.
T'lar leans against Nicoth, his left arm around his neck. "It'll be ok, Nicoth. You should have told me." He looks up at Alyssa.
T'lar looks up at Jerissa and nods.
Elyandra nods to Jerissa, "Yes, ma'am!" She looks at Veyath, grabbing the numbweed pot from a drudge and looking at K'nan, "Are you with me? I need you to talk to Veyath. K'nan? Tell me where it hurts her...."
Starratiel looks around, wondering what she should do....
Alyssa looks relieved at Jerissa's arrival, letting her assess the injuries while she spares a glance skyward. "Shards and shells, not another one," she moans softly, shaking her head.
Jerissa nods to T'lar, walking around the bronze, "Where's he scored? That grey hide.." she trails off, "Something isn't right."
T'lar says "He says his belly is on fire."
Starratiel looks around, and waits with open numbweed pots if anyone needs it...
Nicoth seems to tired to stand yet he won't lie down.
Jerissa's face drops and she bends to her knees. "Shaffit, shaffit, shaffit!" she mumbles, looking at a pool of ichor. She looks around, "Alyssa? You're to take care of any more incoming. I haven't the time. Nicoth here is badly scored and this will be difficult enough as it is." She frowns at Starratiel, "Pots, girl? Shards we'll need buckets of the stuff!"
K'nan nods tersely, looking up at his lifemate. After a moment, "Vey! I know it hurts...move it." She moves her wing aside to reveal a long slice across her wingshoulder, silvery grey and sinous tissue visible among pools of green ichor. She makes a small sound of pain, trying to hold her wing still.
Starratiel nods, drops the two pots she is holding, and runs as fast as she can back to the infirmary....
Starratiel moves beneath the rocky overhang that protects the Infirmary entrance.
Starratiel emerges from the infirmary.
Alyssa nods her understanding once, adding, "I understand, Jerissa. Take care of him, please," with soft urgency.
Starratiel comes back out, clutching a big bucked of numbweed...
T'lar stumbles back toward the strap buckles. "Gotta get these off." It is hopeless with one arm hanging limp.
Above, Brynarth glides down from above.
Dagger swoops down towards T'lar.
K'nan winces visibly at the wound, swaying slightly before reaching out to steady himself against Veyath's foreleg.
Above, Brynarth appears out of nowhere, his trumpeted answer reaching the watchdragon as more of a strangled whimper than a bold brassy note. His wings flutter and luff, beating in a strange lopsided stagger as he favors his left side, but carry his bulk and his rider toward the bowl floor with a lack of mere grace, not safety.
Starratiel sets one of the buckets by Jerissa, and runs back to get another.
Elyandra takes the numbweed and looks at it, blinking. She seems to change her mind, yelling out, "WATER!" She nods with satisfaction as a large bucket of water is immediately dropped to her side. She picks it up and motions to Zibrith. When her dragon is close enough, and nuzzling Veyath's face, she stands on Zibrith's forleg and gently pours water over the slice. "Shhhhh, Veyath. Just a moment more, my love. We'll stop the hurt...." Watery green ichor runs off as the cool liquid is poured over her injury, revealing gray tissue of the muscle, also sliced.
Brynarth backwings for a landing.
Starratiel moves beneath the rocky overhang that protects the Infirmary entrance.
Above, From the Benden Star Stones, M'nar's mint green Gelth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to bronze Laerth and his rider, P'tran, welcoming them home.
Zibrith nuzzles Veyath's muzzle gently, crooning to her.
Starratiel emerges from the infirmary.
Above, From the Benden Star Stones, M'nar's mint green Gelth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to various dragons and riders, welcoming them home.
Starratiel runs out with more numbweed...
Brynarth lands heavily, the tip of his right wing dragging through the sand as he struggles to keep himself upright, left foreleg held high above the bowl floor. He retracts the sails to keep to the ground, careening sideways a few paces before coming to a trembling halt, his chest heaving and soft, wheezing sounds escaping his nostrils with every firestone-scented exhalation. Ichor drips from under his straps to form a puddle in his shadow.
Above, Meroth spirals downward towards the bowl floor in large, sweeping circles.
Starratiel takes some numbweed and goes over to Brynarth...
Prefeth quickly glides downward, backwinging carefully and peering over at the injured dragons as his rider hastily unstraps and slides to the ground.
From Meroth's neck, T'fian leans backward and wearily pulls off his helmet and goggles, letting them fall to the bowl floor below Meroth.
From atop Kheveth's back, N'ren settles back and begins unbuckling himself.
From atop Laerth, P'tran quickly unhooks the straps from about his waist and then lets unused sacks of firestone (of which there are very few) drop to the ground with a thud on either side of Laerth.
T'fian reaches down, unbuckles the riding straps from around himself and gives Meroth an affectionate pat.
From atop Kheveth's back, N'ren unbuckles himself from Kheveth's straps.
Alyssa watches T'lar and Nicoth again, worriedly, then she grimaces at Brynarth's uncharacteristically graceless landing. She moves to them quickly, her mood already shifting into the curiously calm mode of dragonhealer, eyes scanning the blue with alacrity.
T'fian quickly slides down Meroth's foreleg and jumps to the ground.
From her place aboard Lysseth, Kassima frees herself from the flight straps before sliding down to the ground.
Veyath whimpers softly, nuzzling back weakly before resting her head against the ground. As the ichor is washed from the wound, more starts to fill it, the greenish liquid returning almost as quickly as it left and running down her side to drip on the bowl floor.
Meli lands quickly, rushing headlong towards Nicoth and T'lar before stopping up short, out of the way. Behind her, Juliath gives a concerned crooon.
Elyandra waves to the drudge that has become her assistant, reaching for the numbweed as she drops the pail to the ground. She glances at K'nan, "You okay?" as she straightens up and examines the wound, letting out a low whistle when she sees the tendons revealed, muscle cut that deeply. She takes the large paddle and spreads numbweed on it, then slathers Veyath's would with it.
Kassima slides down from Lysseth's neckridges to land beside her with ease. Lysseth cocks her head at her rider, and Kassima gives her lifemate's eyeridges a grateful scratching.
N'ren slides quickly down the brown dragon's back to the ground, after hugging his shoulder lovingly.
Starratiel looks up at the blue and his rider. "I've numbweed...
N'ren slides down his dragon, and immediately heads towards the other side of the brown.
T'lar is leaning against Nicoth struggling with the strap buckles.
T'fian pats Meroth's greyish hide and then quickly moves over to the dragonhealers, concern on his face for K'nan and Veyath and T'lar.
Aphrael does a quick check of Prefeth, sighing. She turns towards the dragonhealers, face pale and dark with ash as she moves closer, biting her lip with worry at the sight of Nicoth, Brynarth then Veyath.
R'val lands besidehis dragon, and runs a ahand along his hide ashe walks forward, to try and seethe injured, frowningin concern.
P'tran gives a tired sigh as he removes his helmet and runs his fingers through his sweaty hair. "I counted three injured up there," he comments as he leaves his dragon's side
Jerissa glances at T'lar in a moment of concern, "OK." she reassures him, "HEALER?" she shouts out, "See to this man?" a point at T'lar again, "And get him some sharding wine!"
K'nan swallows, looking back up at Elyandra and his lifemate. Quietly, "I'm okay..Veyath...." Swallowing again, "Anything I can do to help, Ely?"
Atop Spineth, Ursa fumbles with her gloves and then the straps, watching closely to see the status of the injured.
Ursa climbs carefully down with the assistance of Spineth's extended forelimb.
Jarryl rushes over to T'lar.
Ursa scampers down and stands at attention, waiting to see if there's anything she should be doing.
Starratiel says "Ma'am?"
Elyandra covers the wound with Numbweed, blinking with worry, "You've done a good job, m'girl. Very deep wound. Close to the bone. I can see your tendons... but they look to be intact...." She looks at K'nan, offering a slight smile, "Keep her still? You need some wine?" She hands the paddle and numbweed to the drudge, glancing around for Jerissa quickly.
Kassima wearily pulls off her helmet and goggles, setting them beside Lysseth, and brushes ash-covered bangs out of her face. She wearily scans the Bowl, biting her lip as she sees those injured, then turns back to check Lysseth and remove the empty sacks from her straps.
Starratiel looks nervously up at Sionelle, wondering if she's unconcious...
Meli moves forward now, reaching out her hands just short of grabbing T'lar. "T'lar! Sit down!" She turns her head as Jarryl arrives, stepping back and looking over Nicoth as well.
P'tran pulls off his riding gloves and tucks them hurriedly in his pocket, then pulls off his goggles and wipes his brow. He scans the sands for Jerissa and heads over to her when he finds her.
Davidon steps forward, wine bottle, and several glasses. He begins filling one for those riders he sees, that need it.
N'ren slaps his hand against the brown's side and comes back out, removing his helmet and goggles, hanging his gloves on his belt.
Aphrael looks between the injured dragonas, pulling off her helmet and gloves. "Is there anything I can do to assist?" She asks, her voice steady.
T'lar says "Need to get the straps off."
Alyssa's eyes follow the garish drip of ichor as it puddles in an ugly mess below Brynarth's left foreleg, and over her shoulder she calls quietly, "Numbweed, please, and hurry." She is already motioning for a ladder, her attention split between Brynarth and his rider. "Sionelle, are you all right? I need to take a look at Brynarth."
Astride her blue Brynarth, Sionelle fumbles and tugs and struggles at her straps, yanking the belt out of its buckle with enough force to send the metal prong pinging off a nearby rock. She flings her leg over and slides down her dragon's right side, crashing to the ground with a clumsy thump, having taken Brynarth's remaining firestone sacks with her.
T'fian stops well away from where Elya is working with Veyath and K'nan and then turns back towards Meroth, who's drop to the ground like a lump (and crushing the goggles that lay underneath him).
Jerissa sees a healer running to T'lar and nods to her with a smile, "Thank you" she comments. A moment later and she's washing her hands, scrubbing them with redwort and covering them in oil, before hefting bucket and paddle, slathering the belly wound on NIcoth.
Starratiel looks over at Sionelle. "Are you all right? Where is he hurt?"
Meli says "Sit DOWN! The dragonhealers will tend to Nicoth. I will watch Nicoth. Sit DOWN!"
Veyath remains very quiet, wing shaking slightly with the effort to hold it still. Her eyes whirl redly with traces of white as she does her best to remain unmoving, supported silently by her lifemate. K'nan shakes his head at Ely's offer, "No."
P'tran steps up to Jerissa but keeps a space between then so as not to get in her way. "We have three injured altogether?" he asks.
Jarryl looks around for cold water, to wash T'lar's wound with. She clears his clothing away from the area, and rinses it with cold water quickly, then treats her hands with redwort and oil.
T'lar looks blearily up at Meli and a thin smile graces his face. He sits and looks for that wine.
P'tran glances over at the sound of the shout from Meli ...
T'fian turns with surprise, blinking at Meli.
Sionelle staggers to her feet, boot squelching with blood. "I'm fine," sha snaps, shoving between Alyssa and her dragon. "Get his straps. Take off his straps. His straps hurt." If she repeats it enough, even Alyssa will understand. Her hands pull at the heavy buckles.
Elyandra soon becomes covered in coppery ichor, "Shards.... K'nan? C'mere, eh?" She gestures the rider over hurriedly.
Felinar comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Jerissa nods as she looks up to P'tran, bent under the bronzes wing and slathering numbweed everywhere. "Yes Sir. A shoulder, a flank and a belly wound. All being dealt with."
N'ren looks about, notes things are well in hand, and heads into the Living Cavern.
Nicoth shifts as the numbweed cools his belly.
Felinar walks out from the caverns, holding a stack of hides in his arms, "Well. Ah. Hmm."
K'nan mutters softly under his breath, eyes distant as he comforts his lifemate. At Ely's beckoning, he blinks up and steps over quickly, "What? What's wrong?!"
Alyssa nods once, following Sionelle's example and helping unstrap the blue. "Look, Sionelle, I've got to get that flow of ichor stemmed..." she says, eyes flickering with alarm at the puddling gore below the left foreleg.
P'tran finds T'lar and restates, "T'lar, let them attend to you ..." He looks back to Jerissa and nods. "All right. I'll get a report later when things are not as hectic." He notices Sionelle out of the corner of his eye and looks over to her with concern.
Starratiel looks over to Alyssa. "Should I put some numbweed on it?"
Davidon glances around to see if anyone needs more wine, a small frown on his face.
T'fian watches after N'ren momentarily, his eyes dark and his mouth open just slightly, playing with his lower teeth with his tongue. He then shakes his head, following N'ren into the living cavern.
T'lar nods to the Weyrleader and tries to be stil for the Healer. His attention is on the grey/bronze bulk to one side.
T'fian walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Aphrael lets out her breath slowly, moving back over to Prefeth, who rumbles a comment. Aphrael nods slowly, in response, murmering something inaudible as she unbuckles his straps, pulling down the empty sacks.
Jerissa shifts herself under the bronze, her small form able to stand there and see the wound clearly. She nods, almost to herself and then to P'tran, lost now in thought as she examines the injury. She wanders over to where an apprentice stands with some equipment and starts loading up a sterile tray with it.
Felinar quietly eases back into the caverns.
Ursa watches a moment longer, then, deciding she's not very useful here, follows her wingmates' lead.
Meli hovers near T'lar and Jarryl, resisting the urge to move in and try to help, unaware of the attention she'dbriefly gained. Finally, she takes a mighty breath, arms wrapped around her chest, and steps away shaking her head, struggling to regain some composure.
Jarryl looks at Davidon, and nods to T'lar who she is treating. "More wine. Now."
Alyssa shakes her head at Starr. "Don't touch him until he's expecting it, Starr, please. If you can help unstrap him, I can get to work on his injuries." Her hands are moving hurriedly but steadily, working on the riding straps with the ease she's gotten from Turns as F'nar's weyrmate.
T'lar holds up his empty mug. He looks over to Meli. "If Jerissa needs a hand with Nicoth's straps, would you...?"
Starratiel nods and begins to assist with the straps.
Davidon nods silently to Jarryl, and swiftly moves to fill the bronzerider's mug.
Elyandra grabs a huge gauze from her drudge-helper, "Thank you." She shoves it into K'nan's hand, "I need you to hold pressure on the wound. Here." She takes his hands with the gauze and presses it firmly against Veyath, to the left of the wound and where a vein would be, "We need to control this bleeding. I have to sew her up. Do you need wine?" She repeats this, smudging green ichor across her chin.
Kassima slumps against Lysseth for a moment, setting down the empty sacks, before turning to dust ash off of her lifemate's shoulders and chest as well as rechecking her straps. She casts worried glances over at the injured dragons on occasion, but tries to concentrate on what she's doing.
At T'lar's words, Meli turns back, her face tight but controlled. "Yes, I can help, if she needs it" and steps forward slightly.
Brynarth's tail lashes from side to side and his head moves slowly up and down with each breath he sucks in through his teeth and each rocking shift of his feet. Silent, but for the sound of his breathing, he waits to be attended. His eyes are fixed on Sionelle as she elbows Starratiel roughly out of the way. "His straps. Take off his straps. His straps hurt." If she says it often enough, even the healers might understand it.
Starratiel gets the straps undone.
Jerissa quickly and almost with methodical ease starts to clamp the injured vein, watching each one carefully as she does so. She glances around at her name, "Can someone get his straps?" A look a Meli, oh, she looks idle enough! Gesturing with a elbow, "You, meli or whatever, get the straps, I need to get this done fast. Thank you" she adds.
P'tran watches the healers at work for a few moments, his eyes tired and a little distant, his expression a bit solemn. He mutters something about heavy falls and formations, but it's hard to understand what he's saying.
K'nan presses down firmly, hands and gauze getting wet with the ichor splattered across her hide. Gritting his teeth at the loud -warble- of pain that briefly escapes Veyath, he shakes his head. "No...Jus' hold still, love. Hold still.."
Nicoth's head is drooping, his chin on the ground, but he holds his belly clear.
Meli reaches up, giving Nicoth a warm caress briefly before working on the straps methodically until they are loose, muttering softly under her breath.
R'val putsa hand casuallyon Kassima's shoulder, and sltans a reassuring smile ather as he stands near her, watching he commotion.Hemurmurs, 'You look pale. yoU allright?"
Kheveth turns his head to watch the goings-on, but gives a curious hop-skip-fly to get his bulk out of the way.
As Brynarth's straps come undone and fall away from the score, a gush of ichor splatters from under the hide to cover the boots of the healers and his rider. The blue's feet dance agitatedly against the sand.
Alyssa assists Sionelle with the straps, as the rider has demanded, but she tells Sionelle quietly, "Sionelle, please. He's losing ichor quickly, and I've got to see to that wound. Let Starr help you with the straps and let me get to work on the score."
Veyath's painful warble dies off into more of a whimper, long, sinuous tail twitching involuntarily. Her wing moves a bit closer to her, causing another brief spurt of ichor in her wound, then she manages to hold it still again.
Davidon glances at Veyath, and her rider as he starts to step forward, but sees that the rider is busy, he leaves a full glass to one side, out of harms way, most of his attention on what the dragonhealer is doing.
Elyandra nods with satisfaction, "Good, good." She gestures to the drudge again, "Okay, needlethorn and sutures...." She glances at the wound again, then mutters to the drudge, "Lots of sutures."
Kassima looks over at R'val and smiles back, tiredly. "Eh, I'm fine... and so's Lyss, more importantly. Tired, dirty, but fine. Not like...." She glances over at Veyath and the rest, then quickly back to Lysseth. "Just making sure the straps don't need mending."
Jarryl cleans' T'lar's wound out with redwort, then begins applying numbweed.
Laerth 's eyes start to whirl a little slower as the other dragons are attended to and appear to be coming out of danger.
T'lar downs the second mug of wine and holds his belly as if in discomfort.
R'val nods to Kassi and moves towards Vidarth, who is sitting at Lysseth's side. He begisnto carefully check his dragon's straps and murmurs quietly to the blue, who is gray with tiredness, his eyes whirling far more slowly in the aftermathof the Fall.
Jerissa, satisifed that the clamps are holding, cleans the injury out with redwort soaked onto a cotton pad of cloth, clearing the ichor away so she can get a better look. She chews on her lower lip, eyes narrowed as she examines, a hand and finger reaching in to clear the major one from the smaller, at the moment less important ones. She spares a scritch for the bronze as she works.
Zibrith wraps her neck around Veyath's and nuzzles her comfortingly, crooning lightly.
Aphrael moves over to stand beside Davidon, murmering to him as she watches the dragonhealers. She mutters to Davidon, "... and... it?"
K'nan continues to press down with the gauze on the wound, murmuring to his lifemate softly. "You'll be all right, love...it'll stop hurting...just hold still...." He glances up at Ely pleadingly, then bites his lip and turns back to the wound, unwilling to interrupt the dragonhealer. "..hold still...."
Nicoth croons lightly and looks down at the healer.
P'tran takes a few steps back and confers quietly with some wingmates for a few moments, but then shakes his head and says sharply, "No, no, I want *more* coverage in that area. I'll go over the the whole thing tomorrow morning ..."
Alyssa exclaims in alarm and surprise, fairly yanking a draconic-scale bandage from a watchful apprentice. "Ladder here, please, and now," she snaps, beginning to climb the ladder even as it's put into position. "Faranth," she breaths, leaning her slight weight as pressure against the wound while she presses the gauze into place.
Meli calls over to Davidon for more wine for T'lar with a wave of her hand.
Davidon nods as he holds the winebottle against him, He mutters to Aphrael, "Yes,..."
Elyandra nods to the drudge, looking around for Jerissa again. She frowns when she sees the Dragonhealer is otherwise occupied. As she turns to the drudge a clamp is shoved in her face, "I thought you might need some of these...." the drudge states. She blinks in suprise, then nods. "You're right, of course," She takes the clamp and turns to K'nan, "You're doing great. She's doing great. Don't worry, she'll be fine. You trust me, right?" She smiles faintly, clamping the torn gray muscle at the top, then taking another clamp and putting it in the center, halfway down the gash. She takes a third, putting it on the lower half and completely hiding the sinewy tendons from site, thus holding the wound together for stitching.
T'lar smiles at Jarryl. "Thanks. Am I gonna be out of action long?"
Lysseth warbles tiredly and whuffles her rider as she settles herself on the ground with a thump, her already greyish hide moreso than usual. Kassi perches herself on her lifemate's foreleg and checks the straps from there, fetching her helmet from where it narrowly avoided being squished by the dragon.
Jerissa grabs her needle, checks the thread is secured and starts to stitch -- using small sutures, clamping the vein together with her fingernails, she ties off the first end, passing thread through needle and knotting off. Another and another stitch following suite, and slowly the vein starts to regain some of its original structure.
T'lar holds very still at a silent command from his lifemate.
K'nan winces several times as Ely works, gnawing on his lip as he holds the gauze down with all his might. He nods very slightly, a bit pale behind the green-streaked dusty blackness of his face. Faintly, "I...do."
Jarryl smiles reasurringly at T'lar, "You'll recover fine. You'll need to take it easy for a sevenday... Keep the wound moist that long, and uncovered as much as you can.. I'll see that you're give a pot of Aloe to treat it with."
P'tran sees that everything is in order here and that there is little he can contribute at the moment, and quietly heads off.
P'tran starts up the long flight of stairs to the Weyrwoman's Ledge.
Alyssa's jaw clenches as she watches the green stain cover the bandage in no time flat, soaking it. She holds down her hand toward an apprentice, telling her, "Another bandage, please, and get some numbweed ready." She uses pressure on the spurting vein to try to ease the flow of ichor, worried continuously about the dragon's discomfort.
Aphrael nods slowly, eyes darkening as she turns back to tend to her lifemate.
Elyandra takes a threaded needle from the drudge, "Thank you, Dron." She swiftly moves from the lower end of the torn muscle, now clamped together firmly. Tying a knto in the suture she makes quick work of sewing the torn muscle in small, practiced stitches. Practiced, of course, on redfruit... pillows... embrodery... Though her stitches are all the same size, they are not perfectly straight. She goes through one suture, tying it off and taking a second threaded needle from Dron, "Don't worry, K'nan. She'll be fine...."
Davidon grabs up a bundle of bandages, moving close enough to Alyssa to toss the tightly wrapped bunch to her.
Jarryl looks at T'lar, "Are you in anymore pain?"
T'lar reaches out with his good arm to Meli. Tears hang in the corners of his eyes.
T'lar says "No, Jarryl. But Nicoth is."
K'nan watches Elyandra's work anxiously, holding the gauze down as if Veyath's life depended on it, silent. The green firstlids her eyes, concentrating on holding her quivering, ichor-splattered wing still.
Alyssa thanks Davidon softly and applies a n! +-J5nd applies aÒbcalling to him, "Can you find me some numbweed soon? Thanks." With that, her attention returns to the messy wound high on the dragon's side, her fingers shifting under the bandage a little.
Meli gently moves next to T'lar, careful of his shoulder, and sits quietly.
Alyssa then calls down to Sionelle, "Is he hurt anywhere else, Sionelle?"
Jerissa with effiencient strokes of her needle, manages to close the vein, releasing the clamps and for a moment, just stand there's and stares at the injury. Almost an eternity passes and still she doesn't move, reasoning becomes clear appa leak appears, pooling green ichor seeping outwards. She swiftly adds a ew more sutures, tying them off and snipping the ends with her scissors.
Jarryl nods quietly to T'lar. "I could give you more wine... but I think it is more important that you are there for your lifemate. Do you think you can hold on until the Dragonhealers are done?" Her voice is gentle, compassionate.
Davidon nods and is off again, passing the bottle of wine to another apprentice before grabbing up the numbweed and lugging it over to Alyssa. He drops it off just close enough for her, without getting underfoot, and he steps back to watch, his expression blank apphe takes it all in.
T'lar nods to Jarryl and put the mug down. His n!e arm goes around Meli's waist and he leans against her for support.
Jarryl looks to see if there are any other injured riders, keeping one eye on T'lar.
Elyandra finishes the second length of suture, taking a third and suturing all the way to the top of the torn muscle. She ties it off, dropping the needles in a small pan that Dron has with him. She gingerly removes the lower clamp, checking the sutures as they tighten a bit with the pressure now on them. Seeming satisfieaÒbshe removes the second, then the third clamp. She nods with satisfaction, "Okay, muscle is all sewn." She drops the clamps into the pan that Dron is still holding. He's so helpful, isn't he? Must be nice to have such a knowledgable drudge at your side.... Elyandra looks at K'nan momentarily, "How're you two holding up? Okay? Arms tired? Need any wine yet?" She examines Veyath's torn flesh now, pulled back from her grayis muscle.
Alyssa reaches into the pouch at her side for an instrumentbshe knows is in there, rooting around a bit until she locates the gleaming piece of steel she so badly needs. Removing it from the pouchÒbshe clamps off the damaged vein with care, never taking her eyes off the 'score. "Davidon, I'll need that numbweed, please. And can you prepare sutures for me?"
Davidon pushes the numbweed that he fetched closer, making sure Alyssa sees it before pushing past a rider or two for the sutures she needs. He grabs them up carefully and holds them out for her as she needs them.
K'nan shakes his head tersely, "Not yet." He continues to put pressure down on his lifemate's hide, a thin trickle of blood running along his lip where he's chewing on it.
Elyandra looks at K'nan, blinking in suprise. She grabs his chin leaving a smudge of green ichor, "K'nan, stop. You've made yourself bleed." She watches him closely for a moment, "Relax and take a deep breath." She takes the gauze he's holding against Veyath, taking over the pressure herself, "Stop and take a deep breath."
K'nan blinks at the other greenrider, and stops gnawing on his lip - but doesn't let up pressing on the gauze. He shakes his head sharply, "I've got this, take care of the wound itself...I can be of this much help, at least....."
Elyandra looks around her, spying a familiar face, "Jarryl! I need some help!" She gestures to K'nan, "Down. Get some wine. Do it now." She holds pressure on the vein, waiting for Jarryl.
K'nan snarls slightly, not budging from his position. "I'll get wine when she's alright! So get back to it, if you want me down so badly!"
Jerissa seems to be at last satisfiea with the vein, nodding to herself as she examines it once more. She quickly sews up the other smaller veins, leaving the capillaries to self heal as they should. She cleans the wound out and then turns sparing a glance for T'lar. Seeing that he's doing fine, she returns to her patient, working against the clock here, though its slowing now that vein is stitched and Nicoth isn't loosing as much ichor. A flicker of a glance at Elyandra and Alyssa. A nods, somewhat of satisfaction and she turns back once more, needle in hand, fingernails clamping the muscle together as thread loops over thread, knots with thread as the vein is closed from sight.
Jarryl rushes over to Elyandra, keeping one eye on the dragon.
Alyssa takes a deep breath and begins applying numbweed to the affected area, her paddle smoothing the soothing salve over the charred lips of the wound, never blinking as she watches and waits for signs that the pain, which must be excrutiating, is easing at last. All the while, her eyes stare and study, making certain the clamp is staying put.
Elyandra narrows her eyes at K'nan, "I don't want you or Veyath getting hurt. I want you to be calm and go to Veyath's head and comfort her. Jarryl will help me here, but you need to concentrate on Veyath. Can you do that for her? Please?"
Davidon nods just slightly apphe watches through narrowed eyes, paying attention to the stitch work that's being done on the dragons.
K'nan glares briefly at the greenrider, but finally seems to relent, relaxing and allowing Ely to put pressure on the vein instead. "Fine...Fine!" He hops down, moving over to his lifemate's head.
Elyandra nods to K'nan, calling to Dron, "Get him some wine, please! Benden Red!" She motions for Jarryl to come up on Zibrith's forlimb with her, "I need you to hold pressure on Veyath's wound while I sew the rest of her up. Think you can do that?"
Alyssa mutters, almost to herself, "Got to redwort this thing after he calms down," as she slathers the numbweed lower down the garish wound, breathing, with Brynarth, a sigh of relief apphe indicates that the pain is becoming, if nothing else, more bearable. "I'll need another ladder, Davidon," she comments gently, a calm that is juxtaposed to the situation, "if you can lend me a hand up here, please. I'll need your assistance when I can start suturing."
Jarryl climbs up with Elyandra, with a murmur of thanks to Zibrith. "Certainly, Elyandra." She holds pressure against the vein, leaning into it a bit.
Davidon glances around, "oh," he spots a ladder and hurries it over to Alyssa, murmering a sorry to another rider who he brushes past, "Where?" he helps to set it up even before she points out the spot.
Elyandra wipes her forhead against her shoulder, leaving a smudge of green ichor now on her forhead. She releases the pressure to Jarryl, nodding with satisfaction at the Healer and reaching down for clamps once again from Dron, who happreappeared after sending some other drudge to get wine for K'nan. She examines the wound, trying to assertain her next course of action. She rubs a quick extra bit of numbweed over the wound to be sure Veyath feels no pain, then clamp it quickly closed, pinching the lovely green hide between the clamps neatly and hiding all grayish muscle from view.
K'nan doesn't look back behind him, wrapping his arms around Veyath's head tightly. He murmurs softly to her as she attempts a weak croon in response.
T'lar sits with Meli and silently watches his dragon.
Zibrith lowers her head to K'nan, whuffling him lightly before laying it down on the ground next to Veyath's.
K'nan glances up at the drudge bringing him wine, and snarls, "I'll drink sharding bloody wine when I ask for th'sharding wine!" This said, he turns back to his lifemate. He gives a startled glance over to Zibrith, then his gaze softens a bit.
Alyssa nods to her left and passes the numbweed down to the upraised hands of a drudge. "You've prepared those sutures for me?" she queries of Davidon. "Ah, good. Just stand there, and I'll let you know what we need to do." Blowing an errrant lock of golden hair out of her eyes, she checks the clamp again, swallowing. "Muscle damage too...what a mess..." she murmurs.
Silver muscle disappears under bronze hide, as Jerissa closes the wound against infection. A slather of numbweed and she stands still more once. Lots of standing and watching today. She nods. Satisfied after a moment or two. She spins on her heel and, reaching a hand to pat the bronze, smile wearily at his lifemate, "He'll be just fine" she reassures, "The important thing now is to get him re-hydrated." She quirks an eyebrow, "Feeling a little thirsty, T'lar?"
T'lar says "Actually, yes, I am." He smiles halfheartedly. "I was wondering why.""
Elyandra takes some more pre-threaded needles from Dron, working quicker this time to sew the formerly perfect green hide back together, "Oh, lovely one. You will be fine, no worries..." Her brow creases in concentration as she firmly and quickly sews the hide together, making her stitches tight and neat. She quickly knots the first length of suture, dropping the needlethorn into Dron's waiting pan and reaching for the next length.
Davidon nods silently, tilting his head back apphe watches the dragonhealer from her higher possition.
Jarryl keeps steady pressure on the vein, her expression calm. She keeps an eye on Elyandra, not budging until the dragon healer gives her say.
Jerissa chuckles, "Well, Nicoth is the one dehydrated, not you. We need to get a lot of liquid back in him. Thats why his hide is greyish. I would've done it before, but getting him not to loose that ichor was more important." She smiles, "All sorted now, though" she glances back, "He'll not be airborne for a least 3 months. You understand me?"
T'lar looks up at the dragonhealer. "Three months? Not even to the weyr?"
Jerissa shakes her head, "Aboslutely not. Thats a nasty injury. After two months we'll check and maybe, onlye _maybe_ will we let you fly back there. You are grounded. Hear me?"
Elyandra smiles slightly at Jarryl, "You're doing a great job... sure you want to heal humans?" She chides the Healer. She sews up the second length of suture, leaving tight, neat stitches again as she moves around the clamps. She glances at her dragon every so often, or Veyath. She finishes the second length, tying it off quickly and taking the last, moving quickly to finish the job and tying it neatly. She takes out her ichor covered scissors once again, cutting the final suture and dropping the needlthorn into Dron's ever-waiting pan.
Torin walks out of the records cavern.
Jarryl grins at Elya, "I prefer patience my own size. Less stitches to do."
T'lar nods. "Yes, ma'am. I wasn't disagreeing, just shocked. Didn't realize it was so bad until Meli and Juliath yelled at us."
Alyssa smiles encouragingly, albeit fleetingly, at Davidon and stretches her neck a bit before glancing down at the wound. Her hands reach down again for a bowl of redwort, and as quickly as she can but with the gentleness borne of her love for these creatures she begins disinfecting the area she's about to suture. "Davidon, you've good and sharp eyes," she notes. "Help me make sure the area's worted properly, all right?" Even as she speaks, she is applying the reddish fluid to the injury, preparing torn muscle and damaged veins and capillaries to ensure they will not become infected later.
Elyandra looks over at Jarryl, "Okay, you can release the pressure now.... that should have stopped the ichor flow...." She examines the wound carefully, gingerly removing the first clamp and checking the stitches.
Veyath emits another soft whimper, quickly silenced by her lifemate so near to her. K'nan runs a hand along her eyeridges very gently, voice silent but eyes distant apphe comforts her in a more intimate manner.
Jerissa smiles and nods, "Thats quite alright. Now, into the infirmary with you both. I need you close so he'll drink that water and not fall to sleep straight off." She smiles, "I thinkphe can make it on his own, but" a grin at her lifemate, "Amy is always willing to help."
Davidon nods, still looking up, "Um, it's alright to give you a hand then?" he begins to climb up the ladder appwell.
Jarryl release the pressure slowly, keeping an eye on the wound herself.
Nicoth warbles tiredly and lifts his head to whuffle Jerissa.
Elyandra removes the second clamp and hears Veyath's whimper. She looks to K'nan, "Is she in pain? Tell me where and I'll give her more numbweed.... It'll help at least...."
T'lar says "He says thanks and I'm sure Juliath will help if needed. I'll lay off the wine for a couple of hours."
Davidon nods to the blue respectfuly, and looks for his rider for her ok appwell.
Jerissa smiles, a tired, but nonetheless bright smile at the bronze, reaching out a hand to scritch him. She nods,"My pleasure Nicoth, just don't be doing it often." A short bubble of laughter, "I suggest you do, don't want you falling to sleep right off either" to comments to T'lar.
Meli rises, leaning down to help T'lar if needed.
At Ely's call, K'nan looks up, shaking his head slightly. "Just..a few scrapes and bruises from the landing, I think....It's more her remembering that she's hurt..."
Davidon finishes the climb up and looks to see what Alyssa is doing before lending a hand, his face expressionless.
T'lar chuckles apphe stands and moves over to give his lifemate a one-armed hug. "C'mon, you lunk, off to the infirmary.
Nicoth moves beneath the rocky overhang that protects the Infirmary entrance.
Elyandra gingerly removes the third clamp, dropping all three into Dron's waiting pan. The drudge scurries off now, pan full of greenish black ichor covered medical supplies. Dron, however, remains unscathed as usual.
T'fian comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
K'nan looks back to Veyath, giving her muzzle a brief, tender scritch. "It'll pass soon, love..."
T'lar moves beneath the rocky overhang that protects the Infirmary entrance.
Meli moves beneath the rocky overhang that protects the Infirmary entrance.
Aphrael turns to Prefeth with a smile, eyes slightly faded as she speaks silently to the blue dragon. She slaps at her lifemate's side with affection, then uses his extended foreleg to climb up onto Prefeth's neckridges.
Alyssa, after relinquishing the redwort container to the drudge below, finally takes hold of the suture and needlethorn and prepares to begin undoing the Thread's horrible damage. "Yes, please," she says to Davidon, "I'll need to you hold down that pad of gauze and stave flow of ichor while I sew. It's desperately important for him not to lose more than has already been lost. We'll take this one step at a time, all right?" Hands poised above the torn muscles, she begins working from the narrow end up, joining the frayed ends of muscle together once more, attention riveted on her work.
Prefeth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him aloft.
Jarryl gets down off of Zibrath, giving her an affectionate pat.
Elyandra nods to K'nan, "Okay, good.... She'll forget soon enough. Dragon's have very short memories...." She looks around for Jerissa, then Dron again.
Davidon nods, "right," his hands move to the thick gauze, gingerly holding it down at first, and then appling more pressure. He looks up to see if this is alright.
Alyssa ties off the first small series of sutures, rather quickly, as the muscles beneath the ruptured vein are rejoiced, then she takes hold of the clamped vein and uses the smallest, more carefully created stitches possible to ensure that this highly important vessel is completely repaired, not a hint of a leak possible.
K'nan snaps, "I know that..", and winces at his sharp tone. "Sorry..."
Jerissa nods as T'lar and Nicoth depart and then wanders over to Elyandra. "Finished?" she asks.
Elyandra smiles at Jarryl, "I thinkpthat's it...." She looks down at Jerissa from her perch on Zibrith's forleg, "Yes, I thinkpso...." Skepticism is all over her voice, however.
Davidon watches, his face serious, as if taking notes at what the dragon healer is doing.
Jerissa nods and pats Zibrith remarking to the green, "Mind if I come up and peek a look?" she asks her.
Jarryl goes to the left over water, and begins washing herself off.
Zibrith rumbles noncomittally, being Zibrith and all. Elyandra laughs, "She says, "If you must," Jerissa." She grins.
K'nan finally can't take it any more, and hurries over to Veyath's foreleg, looking up and trying to see the wound.
Jerissa chuckles and scrambles nimbly up, nodding her thanks and commenting, "My thanks" to Zibrith too. She nods at the wound, running a hand over the stitches, "Neatly done. Diagnosis?"
Alyssa murmurs to Davidon, "Move your hand just a little to the left, please...there, excellent," as she slowly rotates the vein, ever so slightly and with the utmost care, to give her a perfect angle for the rest of the suturing. "Ahhh," she sighs softly to herself, "this looks much, much better." Needle moving through the tissue with as much speed as she can risk, her work still neat and exceedingly careful, Alyssa reunites the gaping lips of the vein's damaged wall and glances at the clamp. "Let's ease up on that and make certain everything's repaired here..."
Elyandra smiles at K'nan, "She'll be fine. That wing cannot be extended for quite a while, however. You will need to have her in the Infirmary.... unless you can find a ground weyr and can stay there with P'tran's permission..." She blinks, turning to Jerissa, "She'd been scored through to the sinew, clear through the muscle. Wing was not damaged."
Jerissa nods as she listens, eyes and hand working over the wound to check it, "How long grounded?"
Davidon nods, moving his hands away a bit, "That was quite a score there--" he murmers his voice hushed.
K'nan swallows, nodding. Face streaked with ash, ichor, and blood, he wipes the back of his arm across his forehead, making it worse. "Aye..how," his voice falters a bit, "how long are we down for?"
Elyandra examines the wound again, "At least eight sevendays, probably alot longer, though. She'll need rehabilitation for the tendons and the muscle before she's in the air again. I'd say possible another four more sevendays after that. Total probably of three months...."
Jerissa smiles, "Yes" she comments, "That would be my thoughts too." She smiles down at K'nan, "Hear the dragonhealer?"
Elyandra smiles at K'nan, dropping off Zibrith's forleg lightly to the ground, covered from head to toe in green ichor and black streaks as well as sweat, "Yeah, did you hear? I'll say again if you need."
K'nan winces, but grudgingly nods, "Aye..I hear her."
Alyssa holds her breath unconsciously as she unclamps the vein, easing the flow of ichor through the newly repaired vessel. As the life-fluid shows no signs of seeping out through the sutures, she lets the breath go, dropping the green-smeared steel to an attendant below. "Better, much," she sighs, reaching into the wound once more to begin working on the rest of the wounded muscle. "Davidon, ease up for a moment on that gauze, will you, please? I could swear he's still losing ichor from somewhere..."
Jerissa smiles and slids down, hitting the ground with a thump. "Good" she says to K'nan and then turns to Elyandra. "Welcome to capable status. You did rather well there."
Davidon makes a face as he lightens up the pressure, his eyes flickering over the nasty wound.
Elyandra turns and looks up at Jerissa, "Excuse me?" She blinks, then turns back to K'nan, "Are you okay? REady for thaine now? I know I am."
As Alyssa gingerly reaches into the wound to examine the long, gaping gash, a spurt of ichor splatters greenish goo across Alyssa's cheek, spraying onto Davidon too. "Two more clamps!" she cries out, reaching her hand down into the injury to use pressure temporarily and turning her cheek away from the spurt. "I see the other one now. Hurry, hurry, please!" With grateful speed a clamp is placed in the free hand she held below and just as quickly she applies the instrument to the previously hidden vein. A moment later the second clamp is applied as well, shutting off the temporary geyser. "Shards...hidden little creatures," she smiles thinly at Davidon.
K'nan leans heavily against a green, sticky foreleg, closing his eyes. "Mmn. I'll stay here with Vey."
Starratiel waits, with numbweed, ready to assist...
Jerissa giggles, "I said congrats Elyandra. Here" she grabs hold of the other greenrider, "Stay still a moment or two. Now," she rumages in her pockets, "I have a " rumage, rumage, "Gift somewhere. Shadit! Hrm, Ah! Got it" she holds out an equistively carved box, with a healer symbol and dragons on it, a letter 'E' carved in the middle. "There. Somewhere to keep yer needles!"
Elyandra nods, waving Dron over one final time. How convenient that he has a wineskin of Benden Red ready just for K'nan. Elyandra blinks in suprise at Jerissa, "Oh, my.... I... I don't know what to say?" She blushes, looking down at the box in Jerissa's hands. She wipes her own ichor stained hands on her pants, then gently takes the box, "Oh, my...."
Jerissa smiles, "A simple thank you is acceptable. Its a little tradition I started up with my own dragonhealers after my aunt gifted me one."
Elyandra nods silently, running a finger over the 'E' on the box, "It's exquisite...."
Alyssa wipes her splattered cheek on her shoulder and takes a fresh needlethorn and suture, noting to her assitant, "At least that area's clean enough still. Get some fresh bandage below there, will you? Thanks...perfect, yes, just there." Her natural calm reasserting itself, she reaches into the wound with steady hands and applies needle and suture with the same care and practiced ease to repairing the second vein. A drop of ichor rolls off of her straight, narrow nose, dripping onto her hand, but she pays no mind to it, her full attention on guaranteeing that this vein will allow no more ichor to flow outside its surprisingly strong but delicate walls.
K'nan opens his eyes long enough to accept the 'skin from Dron and crack the seal, tossing his head - and the 'skin - back.
Ara comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Ara says "Hello..."
Starratiel smiles wearily. "Hi."
Ara says "Is everything all right?"
K'nan pauses briefly to breathe before taking another long draught of the wine, walking over to sit down next to Veyath's head and lean against it.
Alyssa murmurs words of encouragement to Davidon as he bends over his work, silently assisting her where assistance is so much needed. "Grand," she sighs, leaning back once the vein is dotted with sutured material. Her eyes leave, just for an instant, the wound to glance below at the ground, noting with satisfaction that the flow of ichor seems to have slowed tremendously. After stretching her neck once more, she makes another examination of the long score and says in that quiet voice, "No more heavy damage to veins and arteries...time to fix the rest of this Score, then..."
Ara says "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
K'nan wraps his spare arm around his lifemate, the other occupied with the 'skin. He murmurs quietly in between draughts, soft, comforting words to Veyath.
Ara looks worriedly at the others.
As she is handed a fresh needlethorn and suture, this one larger than the ones used to sew the veins, Alyssa blows out a breath and allows her hands to relax and steady once more. "We're getting there, Brynarth," she says encouragingly to the blue, drawing her needle again and again in even stitches as she repairs the Scored muscles, working her way from the deepest portion of the damage upward and outward, joining together what was never meant to be separated.
Ara stares in fascination as she's never seen a dragonhealer at work before.
Starratiel waits in case someone needs more numbweed, and looks at Ara. "I'm not sure..."
Ara says "If there is anything I can do..."
Ara watches carefully.
Ara decides that she's just in the way and waves a quiet goodbye as she exits.
Ara walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Alyssa's eyes, her attention, her entire being, is fixed on the damage. Once she has reached a certain level of repair, she sets aside her needle and suture and with great caution unclamps the second of the veins that had been gushing ichor. It, too, seems to have been closed satisfactorially. Nodding to herself, she exchanges clamps for fresh needle and suture to complete the repair to that area.
Ara comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Ara finds a spot well out of the way to observe.
Alyssa asks Sionelle, "He's doing all right, I hope? Still not too much pain?" while she begins on yet another row of tidy suturing, this series thankfully in one of the uppermost layers of tissue. She moves her hands back to allow Davidon to blot some ichor out of her way, then she resumes her work, eyebrows vaguely furrowed in the intense concentration this deed requires.
Ara studies Starratiel, who looks exhausted."Are you a dragonhealer?"She asks.
Ara keeps her voice low so as not to disturb the others.
Starratiel shakes her head. "No, I just help with numbweed, removing straps, etc..."
Ara nods...
Jarryl cleans up the area, and directs drudges.
Elyandra grins at Jarryl, "YOu think I need a bath, eh?" She looks down at herself.
K'nan finishes off the last of the wineskin, tapping it to make sure he didn't miss any. He hurls the empty 'skin across the bowl, watches it as it lands, then sighs, closing his eyes and leaning against his now-sleeping lifemate's neck.
Jarryl says "I -know- you need a bath. And so do I."
Ara smiles at Starratiel."I have to go, but I'll see you later on."
Elyandra grins, "Well, it's been a while since you experienced the Hot Springs, hasn't it?"
Starratiel waves. "I'll see you later..."
Ara waves and turns to go.
Ara walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Kassima wakes up groggily as a wine skin goes skittering past. "Huh? Wha?" She blinks up at Lysseth, whom she's been leaning against during her nap. "Lump, you shouldn't have let me...." A low snore echoes from the green, and Kassi chuckles. "Oh. Well, never mind." She gets up and stretches, glancing around before heading into the Living Cavern.
Kassima walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Starratiel grins. "Alyssa, do you need more 'weed?"
Alyssa once more changes needlethorns out for a larger one, more suited for suturing hide than muscle. She shows no signs of weariness as, beginning from the narrowest end of the Score, she works the sharp threaded object through the blue hide that is discolored badly by everything from ichor to redwort to numbweed to the black hideousness of Threadscore. Rubbing her forehead across her shoulder again, just once, her face smeared with ichor, she uses her neatest sutures yet to bring together the charred, gaping lips of the Score, swallowing once from a mouth gone dry from fatigue and concentration. "Not just yet, Starr, thank you..." she murmurs in response.
Jarryl walks south.
Alyssa waits once more for Davidon to wipe at the gooish mess surrounding what is now beginning to resemble once more a shoulder rather than an explosion of tissue and ichor. As he applies fresh numbweed to the areas already sutured, she works lower and lower still, stepping once down the ladder to allow herself a better angle. "I don't believe it," she sighs. "I think we're done. Jerissa?"
Jerissa grins, and wanders over, looking up, "Finished? Sure?"
From Sionelle's helpful indication that more numbweed would be a blessing, Alyssa cleans the area around the freshly sutured wound and watches critically as Davidon renews the application of numbweed. "I've checked...no more loss of ichor. After that gusher a little while ago, I checked three times. But shards, the muscle damage is bad..."
Jerissa nods to Alyssa, and waits for Davidson to finish, once finished she scrambles up the ladder, hand running over the injury. She smiles down to Alyssa, "Diagnosis?"
Alyssa's hands are trembling just a little now as the adrenalin begins to seep from her bloodstream. "Heavy loss of ichor, damage to three major muscles, including that deltoid there. That's the one that worries me, to be honest. There's no way he can fly for...shards, two months at the least. Any wing movement will strain the shoulder pretty badly. On the safe side, I would put him on the ground for three months, barring complications."
Starratiel says "How did that happen?"
Starratiel says "Well, I know how, but...."
Jerissa smiles and nods, "Two months? OK, complications?"
Alyssa rests against the ladder and nods, a small smile creeping onto her features. "Such as a stubborn bluerider trying to hasten recovery..."
Jerissa chuckles, "How about the location of the score?"
Alyssa glances at the jagged wound, nodding with a frown. "Foreleg and shoulder. Nasty but not nearly as critical to takeoffs and landings. Again, I worry about this hide here," she motions toward the now-loose hide running between wing and shoulder, "stretching and pulling before the muscle below is adequately healed. And certainly no risking /between/ for quite some time. Don't want to risk getting that intense cold in there."
Jerissa smiles and nods, "How about the straps?"
Alyssa winces and allows herself a quick glance at the ichor-stained ground. "Given that the straps were right on the Score, as Sionelle and Brynarth made clear when they landed, those things will chafe like no one's business and might constrict the muscles before they're fully healed. It's a good reason why Brynarth will be flying alone for a sevenday or so, working out those muscles to strengthen them, before we can allow riding straps on him again."
Jerissa smiles brightly, hand running through herhair, leaving patches of green there."Thats better" Placing her arms on either side of the ladder, she grins. lifts her feet and slides off. "Well done with that. Nasty score and you did marvevously. You need to inform Sionelle's wingleaders, make a report to P'tran" she turns away, "Oh and I'd appreciate a copy too."
Alyssa lowers herself to the ground as well, patting Brynarth's uninjured chest as she takes one last look at him. "Of course, of course. I'll get the hidework done before I get on to bed tonight. I was very grateful you were here, for all of us, for Nicoth."
Jerissa grins, "Anytime, but now" she turns back, "I think you can manage" hand stretches out, "on your own" and a matching box to Elyandra's lies there, the 'A' in the middel framed by healer symbol and dragons, all carved incritatly. "Congrats dragonhealer."
Alyssa adds with a grimace, "I'm in desperate need of a bath in any event..." as she looks at the green splatters on her clothing, touching the wet spots in her hair, on her face. Taking a towel from a drudge, she begins what seems to be a hopeless attempt to clean up. "I'm sorry?"
Jerissa smiles, taking Alyssa's hand in hers, puts the box there. "I said congrats dragonhealer."
Alyssa takes the box in hands freshly wiped of oil, ichor, and other fluids, gazing at it with eyes widening. "You mean...I'm certified?" Alyssa turns the box over and over, murmuring, "Thank you...very much."