Juliana continues to creep along quietly after Telinda, holding the bow lightly in her hands.

Haven hands it over to K'laarn. Her eyes look over him, not sure if she's got a case of heatstroke on her or not. "Drink... slowly..." A hand reaches out to touch his cheek for temperature.

K'laarn plants the cap on his head and starts to drink the water. He's a little hot, but nothing that the sun shining down couldn't explain away quickly enough. "I'm fine," He pants, "Just a little winded. Lets find some wherry."

Haven nods. "You sure? This humidity can get you if you aren't used to it..." she shoulders upu the litter again, ready to trudge on.

Telinda wipes her hand over her forehead, flicking away the drops of moisture that have beaded there, "Yeah, its really humid today. Very close."

Haven nods and leads the way, a bit slower due to litter. After a bit, she stops and sets down the pack. A finger points to a few wherries sleeping by on the shore - Easy pickings

K'laarn grins at Haven, "But I lived here most of my life, and visit often." He says easily. "I'll be fine."

Telinda grins as she looks up, "Almost too easy, aren't they? Look like they are waiting for us" she remarks, unshouldering the backpack and lowering its weight to the ground.

K'laarn nods and starts to move into a good position without really showing just how badly he' starting to feel.

Haven smiles "Want to give it a try, Tel?"

Juliana holds both bow and arrow this time, looking to Telinda to see if she wants to take a shot first.

Telinda chuckles, "I'll try, I probably won't have any luck though" she remarks, "Juliana, you want to try first?"

Juliana shakes her head, "No, s'okay. I did last time."

Haven smiles at Juliana. "Either one... I would bank round, but i don't have any bolos left..." She does however, remove her lance from the litter incase she needs it.

K'laarn is standing there alongside the others, as if ready to shoot this time in case they miss and the wherry's move or if there needs be a second shot to complete the kill. However, as the others focus on the wherries, he sways in place, eyes blinking slightly, breathing becoming more labored.

Telinda grins, "I'll take a shot then, just to see if I can." She takes ahold of the bow and grabs one of the arrows, managing to nearly get it all correct. Watching Haven to make sure she has the stance and everything right, she starts to pull back on the bowstring, pulling it back along the line of her cheekbone, towards her ear. Letting go, though, the string knocks against the curve of her arm, the muscles standing proud from hefting flamethrowers around all the time, and the arrow goes wide -- instead of going for its intended target, it flies straight into one of the wherry's wings, disabling but not killing it, and frightening the rest of the flock off.

Haven winces and starts to go to TElinda, but K'laarn all but sways into her. "Whoa there...." And she reaches to grab his arms.

K'laarn attempts to shoot. He really does. But his fingers slip on the arrow and the string, and arrow goes afoul, flying from bow but landing in the sand not far from the bronzerider. Breathing is obviously labored now, his face is redder than before, much redder. The rider slips downwards, as his knees become like liquid, leaving Haven to catch him as he falls.

Juliana smiles and looks over to Telinda to compliment the shot, but happiness turns to concern as she sees K'laarn's fall.

Haven tries to keep him from landing in a thunk. Ever the wingleader, she looks up at the jrww. "Tel!" she hisses, "Listen... tell Tiarnath to keep Ryanth in check and not fly off! I'm telling Pendrath to send for..." and as she says the words, two dragons, one green, one blue, flicker into the sky above the lagoon, "... the watchriders!"

Telinda's face pales, quite dramtically. Cold, deathly white as she looks at K'laarn. She blinks, distracted momentarily by sheer fright, at Haven's words and nods quietly, squeezing her eyes shut, a solitary tear trickling down her cheek.

Tiarnath> Pendrath rumbles, agitated and sits up, stirring from his nap. Eyes flicker white in distress.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath rumbles in agitatation, and sidles closer to Rnayth, her tail intertwining with his.

Tiarnath> Rnayth starts to get upset. Eyes whirl in a spectrum of colros that center around red, orange and yellow. An urgent bugle comes from his mouth as the bronze leaps to his feet agitatedly.

Blueth backwings, sending sand into the air, and the wounded wherry cries out in distress, trying to get into the tree line. N'obody dismounts and demands to know the problem, to which Haven snaps at him, asking if he has eyes.

Tiarnath> I bespoke Rnayth with << You will not go anywhere. My rider says you are to stay here. Things will be alright. She will not let harm come any further to him. >>

Dragon> Riaharth bespoke Southern Weyr with << Is something wrong? >>

Tiarnath> G'lor says "Hey, guys, what's wrong?"

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyr with << Rnayth's rider is ill. >>

K'laarn is hardly breathing. Breath is shallow, chest labouring for each and every breath. His face looks swollen, splotched and red. So do his hands, neck and whatever can be seen of his chest. He also looks unconcious.

Dragon> Pendrath bespoke Southern Weyr with << It is Rnayths rider... he is ill! >>

Haven takes command and helps N'obody to get K'laarn on Blueth. "Tel, Juliana - you two go with Greeneth. I'll be there shortly..."

Juliana, knowing that hovering is probably the worst thing she can do, steps up behind Telinda and squeezes the weyrwoman's arm, in an effort to gain as well as give comfort. Violet eyes widened as far as they'll go, she watches quietly.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Rnayth's mindvoice cuts across the nearest dragons. << What is wrong? >> The agitated bronze asks. << I cannot feel him. Is he gone? Where is K'laarn? He is very faint. >> Terror streaks through the bronze's thoughts.

Telinda's eyes flicker open, hand stretching out to K'laarn, voice mute, unable to speak or comment at the situation. Eyes focus on Juliana, and she swallows, trying to smile a little at the girl and tugging her towards Greeneth.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Tiarnath croons softly but firmly at the bronze << Rnayth, he is here. He is ill, but he is still with us. You must stay where you are >> she comments in a tone that won't be argued with << Stay and the others will bring him to you. It is safer and more effective that way. >>

Dragon> Riaharth bespoke Southern Weyr with << I want to help! >>

Juliana follows Telinda willingly, not paying much attention to where she's walking, looking over her shoulder at K'laarn.

As K'laarn is deposited on the blue. The dragon flies off after the bronzerider is secured.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Tiarnath warbles to Riaharth, << Make sure Rnayth stays here. We can't let him go.>>

Tiarnath> Naben strides over from the Weyrhall.

Telinda grabs ahold of Greeneth's straps and hoists herself up between her neckridges, holding her hand down the green's side for Juliana to follow her.

Tiarnath> Naben comes out of the hall, laden with a sack, most likely of herbs and such heading with him to Island river.

The blue dragon lands with K'laarn secured by straps. ITs almost frightening how boneless the usually solid, sturdy bronzerider looks. Rnayth sees him as the bluerider starts unstrapping him, and lifting him down off of his dragon, and nearly goes balistic. His eyes turn faster, ever faster and more wild. He bugles again, a sound that seems akin to a scream.

Naben frowns and drops his goods, healer mode turning on. He runs over and asks the blue rider what happened but immediatly starts to assess K'laarn, checking respiratory, heart rate, and the such.

Tiarnath deftly puts herself between blue and bronze dragon, protecting the rider being helped off, even as her own rider arrives on the back of a green dragon, accompanied by Juliana. Tiarnath croons, her eyes whirling to echo those of Rnayth, but she's trying to stop him damaging his rider further.

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyr with << Rnayth >> she directs quite firmly << Stop that! You'll make him worse. Do you want that?! >>

K'laarn is barely breathing, and looks really swollen up and red now. He hardly looks like himself.

In the Weyrhall, Kytiara is sitting in the corner chair, a perplexed frown on her face. She lifts an hand, then frowns more deeply.

Naben hrmphs and grabs K'laarn under his armpits, "Someone get his feet. We've got to get him into the infirmary," he commands, calm and collective admist bellowing dragons

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Rnayth halts himself in the midst of another screaming trumpet of extreme agitation. << He will not leave? >> Comes the frantic hopeful plea of the bronze as the gold's stronger will works on him to calm him. K'laarn's still here, still alive by whatever tenuous means, therefore the urge to loose himself in oblivion has not yet marked itself.

Telinda is pale, a complete opposite to K'laarn's red face. Her's is drained of colour and her movements seem wooden, like she's not thinking or perhaps having to think too much about what is going on.

In the Weyrhall, Lily walks in, distracted, and pours a glass of wine instead of her usual klah. She cocks her head slightly as she sits down near Kytiara. "Kyti, what exactly is going on? I'm only picking up on bits that Cloud's getting from the others - some of it doesn't make any sense at all!"

In the Weyrhall, Bertha glances up from her conversation with an uncle and smiles at Lily. "I'll take a dab o' that too please lass!"

Juliana tumbles off the green dragon after Telinda, looking more concerned with K'laarn than with the fact that she's just had her first ride adragonback. She lingers close to Telinda's side, fighting to keep her expression neutral, but violet eyes glimmer tearfully.

<Southern Weyr> Lily in on, unfortunately, for only a bit!

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Tiarnath croons softly to Rnayth, projecting soothing, but still controlling thoughts at the bronze << We won't let him leave. He can't leave. We are with him >> she declares.

In the Weyrhall, Kytiara blinks rapidly several times "I don't know alot, but the others are thinking loudly and Belenth only hears so much...something about K'laarn being sick..."

G'lor says "Shards, what's wrong with him?"

In the Weyrhall, Lily frowns. "Shards."

Liwellan walks over with Dovath in tow and salutes.

Naben oofs as the blue's rider grabs feet. He starts mumbling terms not many understand, and sighs, "Possible allergic reaction sir..." and leads the way into the hall.

Naben strides over to the Weyrhall.

In the Weyrhall, Naben strides over from the Landing Field.

Telinda shakes her head at G'lor, unable to speak it seems. Eyes follow where K'laarn has gone, but she stands still, not moving.

In the Weyrhall, Lily frowns again, then stands up rather unexpectedly. Mumbling something, she heads out.

In the Weyrhall, Lily walks out towards the Residences clearing.

In the Weyrhall, R'lien wanders over to get himself a glass of juice.

Liwellan watches Dovath settle down and walks over to her. She reaches up to caress an eyeridge and turns to watch the others.

Juliana tugs softly on Telinda's sleeve. "Shouldn't we go?" the girl asks quietly.

In the Weyrhall, Naben seems to be carrying a limp K'laarn, assisted by a bluerider

<Southern Weyr> Telinda's kinda in shock I think. K'laarn's in another type of shock and the dragons are acting up

In the Weyrhall, Naben bellows for people to clear the way and continues on

In the Weyrhall, Naben quietly opens the infirmary door and enters.

In the Weyrhall, R'lien frowns, "Wha's happened to him?"

In the Weyrhall, K'laarn is being carried in, and through into the infirmary. What little is seen of him is a swollen face and laboured breathing.

Telinda blinks down at Juliana, but doesn't seem able to shake her head, nod or move. Instead she looks at Juliana like she's looking straight through her, not really seeing anyone there.

Haven arrives with another dragon, tarp full of recent kill strapped to the riding straps. She quickly dismounts and goes to Telinda. "Lets... get you two into the hall. He'll be fine..." She hopes

In the Weyrhall, Kytiara is clearly perplexed "All I know is that he's sick, and Rnayth is very worried..."

Juliana takes Telinda's hand and gives another gentle tug. "Come on."

Telinda stumbles forward at Juliana's tug, setting her into motion, but its a good job someone's got ahold of that hand because its doubtful whether she'd move otherwise.

Haven walks toward the Weyrhall.

G'lor walks toward the Weyrhall.

In the Weyrhall, R'lien sighs, "Wonderful... Anyone seen a weyrwoman around then?"

Juliana continues to tug softly, following everyone else to the Weyrhall.

Juliana strides over to the Weyrhall.

In the Weyrhall, Juliana walks over from the Landing Field.

In the Weyrhall, Haven speaks up, coming in and covered in sweat. "Tel's outside. Tia's got a hold on Ryanth." She goes to get a skin of wine, knowing it will be needed.

In the Weyrhall, R'lien sits back down, "Good... how's she doin' with it?"

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Tiarnath rumbles and settles down a little, keeping Rnayth in her sight, not letting him out of it for a moment, even as she curls her tail around her flanks. Her head turns, flickering a look over her lifemate, no danger, just acting odd, which isn't all that unusual, before looking back at Rnayth once more.

Rnayth swishes his tail back and forth, eyes whirling in an agitated manner.

Dragon> Rnayth bespoke Southern Weyr with << Someone please make K'laarn ok. >> The concerned dragon's voice is only slightly calmer, but still terror stricken and confused. << Do not let him leave. >> >>

Telinda seems to be following Juliana, the younger girl having ahold of the weyrwoman's hand, and Telinda following her rather woodenly, face pale, eyes unfocussed.

Kytiara leans forward, then backwards, then over to the side before finally crossing her legs and staying relitively still "What exactly happened?"

Haven sighs. "Good so far..." she pours a goblet and hands it to Telinda before getting her own. "We were out hunting on foot just a touch south of here. He just... got sick... I dunno - maybe something bit him..."

Juliana gives Telinda's hand a soft squeeze once they come fully into the hall. Eyes glimmering, she still seems to take her job of bringing Telinda indoors most seriously, giving her something - someone else to worry about.

Telinda's hand takes the wine globlet from Haven, but the hand just stays there, not moving anywhere, like it'd forgotten what to do.

G'lor joins the others, wanting to hear more.

Haven takes a seat, and sips slowly. "There was alot of that Soemthingwort out there... I know folks get rashes, but I've never heard of something this bad happening before?"

Kytiara frowns slightly, chewing on the inside of her lip, but says nothing.

Naben emerges from the infirmary, closing the door behind him.

Naben sighs and comes out, unbuttoning his top tunic and grabbing a handtowel to wipe off redwort. "Is there anyone here that was with the rider at the time he fell ill?"

Haven gets up. "I was... and Tel and Juliana here."

Telinda doesn't seem to be in any fit state to be admitting to being anywhere with anyone. She's still standing, face pale, hand holding a wine globlet that she's looking at strangely.

Naben nods and comes over. "He'll be fine now. We had to assist his breathing, but he's responding already to the medicine. Does anyone know if he got any insect bites, crawlies, tunnel snake?"

Haven shakes her head. "I didn't see him say anything like that..." she looks to the other woman and young lady for confimation. "We were out hunting just a short walk south of here."

G'lor says "I wasn't there."

Juliana continues to watch Telinda, though she finally has to look away when the tears spill over her cheeks. Glancing up to Haven, she shakes her head, "Didn't see anything."

Naben Sighs. "It could have been one of several things. Plenty of plants in the jungles around this weyr. Thisnthat, itchroot, scratchivy, somethingwort... any of those could cause a severe enough reaction in someone that's got a strong enough allergy to it."

Haven sighs. 'There was a good bit of somethingwort... I went through it myself, but I'm not even itching?"

Somewhere in the hall a glass goes tumbling to the floor, a tinkling following shortly as it breaks into pieces. This is all followed by an even louder thud, as Telinda collapses to the floor, legs seeming to just fold up under her as she looses conscienceness

Naben nods. "We can test him for allergies aft..." Still in healer mode, he moves quickly to Telinda's side, "A healer's work is never done..." he mumbles

Haven gasps "Tel!" she starts to go to the woman, but moves out of the healer's way. Instead, she goes over to Juliana and takes her hand.

Juliana makes to move to Telinda's side as the weyrwoman collapses, but as Haven takes her hand, she turns toward the Wingleader and buries her face in the woman's shoulder.

Naben kneels and reaches out, gently patting Telinda's cheeks. "Ma'am? Ma'am.... wake up now... its alright..."

Haven hugs the girl, soothing down hair. "He said your father is fine.... Tel just passed out, sweetheart."

Telinda moans softly as she starts to come around at the Healer's instistence, "Where...?" she says blurily

Naben smiles and scoops the woman into his arms, cradling her. "Looks like a trip to the infirmary too... Wingleader, young lady... if you care to join me too?"

Juliana sniffles and looks up finally, rubbing at her eyes. "They'll be okay..?"

Telinda makes no show of resistance, for a change, lying limply in the Healer's arms.

Naben nods. "Might as well show everyone that he's fine...."

Haven nods and takes Juliana's hand in hers. "Lets go sweetheart... he's fine."

Naben quietly opens the infirmary door and enters.

Haven quietly slips in through the door to the Weyrhall.

Juliana quietly slips in through the door to the Weyrhall.

Naben sets Telinda on a table. K'laarn is off in the back, still with healers hovering around him. "Ma'am, if you would, look at the tip of my nose. Let me make sure you didn't hurt you head in that spill"

K'laarn is on the table. He is unconcious still, but breathing -- with the help of a tube stuck in his throat.

Haven pauses, just looking at K'laarn for a moment, but waits until Naben says they can approach the table

Telinda stares at that finger, almost like its on fire. Yep, nothing wrong here, just a bit dazed maybe.

Juliana now hangs behind Haven, peeking around the woman alternately at K'laarn and Telinda.

Naben does the follow my finger test to the point he's sure Telinda will slap him silly. "You seem fine. You can see K'laarn now, but he can't talk right now. We've had to insert a tube into his throat at the base to get him to breath. He'll be fine in no time at all." He leads the trio to the back. Freyd waves away apprentices and warns. "He's coming around, but no getting him upset, or I'll toss you out myself! He can't talk back, so don't try to encourage him to."

Telinda follows Naben cautiously, face still a little pale as she looks at K'laarn, complete with tube. She doesn't make a move towards him though, hanging back a little, as if afraid of something.

Naben puts a hand on Telinda's back, encouraging her the last few steps. "Go ahead, take his hand. Let him know you are here." He moves to the top of the table. "K'laarn? The weyrwoman is here... " "Telinda!" Freyd snaps to the visiting healer. Nabne nods "Telinda is here, as are the other two. You're going to be fine, but we've got a tube in your throat to help you breath. Don't talk back. We'll take it out shortly and you can breath without it."

Haven tries to usher Juliana forward. "Take his other hand dear. Say hello to him."

Telinda stumbles a little, taking that last step or two to K'laarn's bed, and enfolding his hand within the circle of her own two. "Rnayth's fine" she murmers, "Don't try to talk back."

Juliana hangs back, in spite of Haven's insistence. She shakes her head and only watches K'laarn and Telinda, a safe distance away. Can't be told to go away if she's already hanging back.

If K'laarn is aware of what is happening around him, there is no evidenced. His eyes look swollen shut, as swollen as the rest of his body is. Though it looks not quite as swollen as before.

Juliana hangs back, in spite of Haven's insistence. She shakes her head and only watches K'laarn and Telinda, a safe distance away. Can't be told to go away if she's already hanging back.

Haven starts mumbling something about not belonging and needing to go and leave the three alone with the healers.

Telinda lowers her head, pressing her lips gently to the back of K'laarn's hand, keeping the pressure light just in case she might hurt him. Slowly, tears well up in the corners of her eyes, before trickling down her cheeks.

Tiarnath> K'laarn senses that Tiarnath croons softly, very softly at the back of your mind << We are with you. We are here >>

Haven goes up, hesitantly, and leans over, whispering the only Havenish thing she can think of to sooth her arch enemy in a time of crisis. "You botched your last shot..." she says and then pats his hand, "But I took care of it for you...." she sighs and starts to leave, giving Tel a squeeze on the shoulder as she passes.

Haven quietly steps out into the main hall.

Tiarnath> Rnayth seems to calm down, though he stays close to Tiarnath, nuzzled against her golden side as if he has no other comfort in the world. He keens deeply, looking deeply distressed.

Dragon> Pendrath bespoke Southern Weyr with << My rider says he will be fine. There is nothing to worry about. >>

K'laarn still seems dead to the world, though the hand Telinda grasps twitches.

Naben smiles at Juliana, holding out a hand. "Are you his daughter?"

In the Weyrhall, G'lor asks, concerned, "How is she?:

Juliana twitches a little as she's addressed, but nods after a moment. "Umm, yeah," she says, voice quavering a little. "We.. I just found him."

Naben smiles and nods. "He'll be glad to hear that you are here. Why don't you come forward a little bit more and tell him."

Juliana shakes her head quickly at that, not quite looking at the healer, or the patients. "I...don't want to hurt him."

In the Weyrhall, Haven pours a tall mug of ale. "Better. They've got a..." she pats her neck at the base, "Tube sticking out so he can breath, and the healer says he's coming 'round. But he's puffed up like a cut with packtail oil in it"

Naben smiles. "You won't. You can truust me. I'm a healer. My name is Naben. What's yours?"

In the Weyrhall, G'lor says "How about Telinda? Did she catch it, too?"

In the Weyrhall, Haven shrugs "He was mumbling stuff I didn't understand, but I caught anafala... something that I know I've heard Kylric say about bad allergies."

In the Weyrhall, R'lien just gives a little shake of his head as he heads for more juice.

"Juliana," the violet-eyed girl says shakily. Insistant still, she continues, "He..um.. I should leave them alone."

Naben smiles and reaches out with a long arm to take her hand. "Oh, indeed not, Juliana. Not until you've held his other hand and told him you're here. He'll want to hear it. Please?"

In the Weyrhall, G'lor nods again, and skillfully one-arm pours himself a glass of wine. "ANything for you, R'lien?"

In the Weyrhall, R'lien shakes his head, "No thanks, I'm doin' alright."

In the Weyrhall, Haven drops into a seat, face rather pale as she sips her ale. "How're you doing, G'lor?" she finally mumbles

Juliana allows her hand to be taken, and she moves forward, slowly. "If you say so," she tells the healer, in one of those 'if this doesn't work...' tones.

Naben smiles "I do..." He ushers the girl around the table and gently puts her hand around K'laarns other hand

In the Weyrhall, R'lien gets up and gets himself a glass of wine, having changed his mind and not feeling like reversing himself.

In the Weyrhall, G'lor says "Pretty good, until this. Myra says Riaharth can start flying again."

Contact with K'laarn is hot, and strange with the swollen, heated skin. His fingers twitch when Juliana touches them.

In the Weyrhall, Haven nods, draining the last of her ale and getting up for a refill. "REally? That's really good to hear. I was afraid he'd never be able to get up again"

In the Weyrhall, R'lien takes a little sip of wine, refills it, then heads back to his seat.

Juliana takes K'laarn's hand without needing further prompting from the healer. Wiping at her eyes with her other hand, she says, "I..um..you'll be okay soon."

Naben quietly blends into the background finding the posted healer and conversing with him shortly

In the Weyrhall, G'lor says "Still saving my wing for me, R'lien? Give me a few months to get back up to speed, and I'll be beating down your door."

In the Weyrhall, Zale emerges through the archway leading to the Weyrfolk residences.

Zale quietly slips in through the door to the Weyrhall.

Eventually, K'laarn's eyes start to flutter, breathing less regular than that of an unconcious person. The rider, unaware for a moment that something is wrong, starts to try and speak, and comes out with only a half of a gurgle.

In the Weyrhall, R'lien chuckles, "We'll see G'lor, no rushin' to get back now, or I'll have the healers on ya good."

Tiarnath> Rnayth starts panicing again.. Tail swishes back and forth, eyes whirl in alarm.

Dragon> Rnayth bespoke Southern Weyr with << He is awake. He is awake. >>

Telinda looks over her shoulder, spotting a stool and hooking it with her ankle to drag it closer. Almost collapsing into the chair. At K'laarn's attempt to talk, she shouts out, "Naben!! Naben?" Panic rising in her voice.

Naben goes over quickly. "K'laarn? K'laarn... don't talk. You couldn't breath and we have a tube to help you... Can you hear me? /Don't/ Talk... I'm a healer. You're safe... don't worry - just relax..."

K'laarn starts to panic, breathing attempting to quicken as his chest works to suck in air. Eyes roll uselessly about as he looks around in shock and disturbance. His hands start to move to see what is in his throat.

In the Weyrhall, Haven grins a touch, intent on just getting sloshed slowly

In the Weyrhall, G'lor laughs. "DOn't worry, Myra takes good care of us."

Juliana jumps away from K'laarn and scurries behind something, anything, though she shoots a look at Naben. She looks at K'laarn and Telinda for a moment longer, then hurries out to the hall.

Juliana quietly steps out into the main hall.

Zale stops in mid-stride as she enters the infirmary, eyes widening at the scene, "What's going on?" her question directed at any who'll answer it.

Naben grabs the hand and pushes it down to the table. His other hand presses the man's forehead down. Freyd comes over to assist. "K'laarn? Its healer Freyd... you're in Southern's infirmary. You /must/ stay calm? Can you hear your dragon? Tell him you're alright... but you can't talk... just relax."

In the Weyrhall, Haven looks up as the girl leaves. "Juliana?"

In the Weyrhall, Juliana folds her arms securely about herself and makes her way over to Haven, the one familiar face among the rest. "He..um, he's awake."

K'laarn's eyes continue to roll, wites showing around the irises as they bulge slightly. He looks anything but calm, but he listens to the soothing voice, and his eyes catch sight of Telinda, making him relax.

Tiarnath> Rnayth settles down beside the gold again, brooding.

In the Weyrhall, R'lien smiles and takes a longer sip of his wine.

Naben looks at the jrww. "Talk to him. Tell him you're here and everything is alright."

Dragon> Rnayth bespoke Tiarnath with << He tells me he will be okey. He says that he heard you Tiarnath when you told him not to leave. He heard me too. But could not say anything. >>

In the Weyrhall, Haven smiles and pulls up a chair. "Good... are you hungry dear?"

Telinda smiles a little as she too catches the look, squeezing the hand that she has ahold of. For now she doesn't notice Zale, her concentration locked on K'laarn. "K'laarn, I'm here love, it's all right. You're going to fine, but you need to listen to the Healers. Understand me? Just nod if you do."

Tiarnath> Rnayth senses that Tiarnath croons and snuggles in closer, giving physical comfort as well as mental, << He is K'laarn, of course he will be alright. You need him. My rider needs him. Therefore I need him too. He will be fine. >>

Freyd waits until the bronzerider calms more. "Your swelling has gone down. You've had a severe reaction to something you came into contact with out in the jungle. Listen to me. You couldn't breath and we have a tube at the base of your throat. Later tonight I'll take it out and you can breath on your own, but you can't talk. Probably won't be able to for a few days."

K'laarn looks frightfully helpless, and also seems not to like it one little bit. His eyes dart to Telinda, though the only way to communicate comes instead from his dragon.

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Rnayth nestles into your side, grateful for comfort when he cannot even be with his rider . << I do need him. >> Affirms the bronze dragon. << K'laarn will not leave. But he wonders what happened to him. Why is he like this. He only remembers not feeling good, and then the wherries that Telinda was going to shoot at. >>

Zale blinks, shaking her head, not understanding before slipping out quietly.

Zale quietly steps out into the main hall.

Tiarnath> I bespoke Rnayth with << The healer says it is a reaction, to what he is not sure. It will go away, but slowly. >>

In the Weyrhall, Haven looks up as another form leaves the infirmary. "Zale?"

In the Weyrhall, Juliana shakes her head quickly. "I..no, I think I'll just..go outside for a little while."

In the Weyrhall, Haven sighs. "Are you sure? You'll be alright?"

In the Weyrhall, Juliana nods quickly, "I'll be fine."

In the Weyrhall, Juliana walks toward the Landing Field.

In the Weyrhall, Zale slips out of the infirmary, shaking her head in confusion. She glances up at Haven's voice, "What happened to him?" her own wavering slightly.

In the Weyrhall, Haven looks up at Zale and sighs. "I think he had a terrible allergic reaction to something. We were out hunting, and he fell over! Couldn't breath or anything..."

In the Weyrhall, Piet walks out towards the Residences clearing.

Tiarnath> Juliana retains her tentative hold on calm as she walks out of the weyrhall, though her arms are still resolutely wrapped about her chest. Skirting around the dragons where possible, winding a path through them otherwise, she makes her way to the south.

Tiarnath> Juliana strides over to the lakeside meadow.

In the Weyrhall, Zale blinks as she listens to Haven, "But what made him react like that? I mean it can't have been nothing."

In the Weyrhall, Haven sighs and shrugs. "I don't know, Zale, but he said if someone was allergic enough, it could happen..."

Naben speaks with Freyd a few more moments and then quietly slips away.

In the Weyrhall, R'lien takes a long sip of wine and just shakes his head, then starts to write out on a hide.

In the Weyrhall, G'lor brings his wine over to sit by R'lien. "Hey, R'lien, remember when we used to go over to Honshu together and force Myra to stop working?"

In the Weyrhall, Haven sighs and sips her ale. She seems to stare at a spot on the tabletop intently, eyes barely focused.

Telinda leans slightly across K'laarn, murmering soft words, a hand clasping his, a hand sweeping the hair gently from his forehead, "You gave me such a shock" she says quietly, eyes flickering worridly over your face, "I thought you were going to leave me forever!"

In the Weyrhall, R'lien nods, "Yep, I 'member those days, many a turn ago." He keeps making a half-hearted attempt at his letter.

In the Weyrhall, Haven smirks. 'Back before they had glows, and you had to walk uphill, both ways to weyrling training?"

In the Weyrhall, G'lor says "Want to do it again? I can't do it on my arm, or she just starts asking about my arm and my sharding exercizes."

In the Weyrhall, R'lien blinks up at G'lor, "Ummm..."

In the Weyrhall, Zale simply makes a face and plonks down in a chair, curling her legs up and wrapping her arms about them. "Just hope he'll be all right."

In the Weyrhall, Haven nods "HEaler said he would be... he's jussss... swollen. Drudge!" She waves down someone to refill her stein

K'laarn tries to smile and simply squeezes Telinda's hand reassuringly.

In the Weyrhall, R'lien looks at G'lor, "Are ya sure you're feelin' alright tonight, G'lor?"

Telinda shakes her head, "Don't smile" she says, leaning to gently brush your cheek with a kiss, "Just don't get me in such a state again. I love you too much to think of life without you."

K'laarn's facial expression indicates he's probably extremely glad to hear that, and extatic. He makes as if to try and talk again, but frustratedly gives up. His hand squeezes weakly at Telinda's again.

Telinda lets her head drop to rest against your hand, sighning softly

In the Weyrhall, R'lien grins and peers at G'lor a moment longer, "Now are ya being serious?"

K'laarn manages a faint twitch of his fingers to caress Telinda's face. The swelling is half of what it was when he was first carried in.

In the Weyrhall, G'lor shrugs. "Sure. She worries too much about me. Take her out somewhere for the evening."

Telinda smiles, and since she has her head towards you, you'd see it. "Go to sleep, love, it'll prolly do you some good. I'll be here, don't worry, I'm not intending on leaving you."

In the Weyrhall, R'lien hrms and looks about the weyrhall for a moment, "Well... I dunno, I've got to get this letter written."

K'laarn seems to relax somewhat.

In the Weyrhall, Haven smiles a bit goofy, ale already gone to her blond head. "I c'n write a letter fer ya, R'lien..."

In the Weyrhall, R'lien says "It's ta R'zar..."

In the Weyrhall, Haven smiles "R'zar... good 'ole.... R'zzzar... I haven't talked to him... ever actually..."

In the Weyrhall, R'lien grins, "I need ta twll him 'bout his rider we've got layed up in the infirmary."

In the Weyrhall, G'lor says "Another night, then." He shrugs, drains his wine, adjusts his sling, and heads for the door. "I'll give her your regards."

In the Weyrhall, Haven ohs and nods. "I c'n do that... how do you spell scum sucker?"

Tiarnath> Mallarth and Florinth sense that Tiarnath croons, her tone a little tired << I have news for you both >> she projects << Rnayth's rider is ill. He is still with us, but the Healer's say he's not to be moved for some time >>

In the Weyrhall, R'lien nods, "Thanks G'lor... maybe when I'm not so lost in somethin' else...

In the Weyrhall, R'lien peers over at Haven, "I better be writin' this one."

In the Weyrhall, G'lor strides over to the Landing Field.

Tiarnath> G'lor walks over from the Weyrhall.

In the Weyrhall, Haven ohs and nos, leaning so far over the table she might as well be lying on it and singing a tune. "No... I c'n do it... S-c-u-m...."

K'laarn's breathing becomes more regular after a time, eyes flickered close as exhaustion takes over.

Tiarnath> Rnayth remains calm now that K'laarn is not dead and reachable. He however, also continues to nestle against Tiarnath for support.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath croons softly, encouraging the bronze's calmness, her tail reaching to entwine around his.

Tiarnath> G'lor smiles at the pair, and heads back to his weyr.

Telinda softly, so softly its almost as if it were never said, and perhaps it wouldn't have been did she think K'laarn was conscious enough to here, "Stubborn fool" she murmers, "Shoulda asked him when you could." Yep, crazyness here too, she's talking to herself. "Shaffit! Now I can't ask him to weyr.." the rest of the words are cut off as her voice drops even lower.

Tiarnath> Rnayth rests his head against Tiarnath's neck as his eyes close. He too is exhausted. All that worry over his rider stressing him out.

it!)......pation.

Dragon> Florinth bespoke Tiarnath with << She says...then he must stay there of course. Tell your rider she thanks your rider for the message and the care of <picture of K'laarn> >>

Tiarnath> Florinth senses that Tiarnath warbles << We will let you know of any more information we get >>

In the Weyrhall, Kaleum walks over from the Landing Field.

In the Weyrhall, Kaleum gives Zale and hug and smiles a hello to Haven.

Dragon> Florinth and Tiarnath sense that Mallarth rumbles << He is? >>

In the Weyrhall, Kaleum grins. "Zale, I haven't seen you for some time."

In the Weyrhall, R'lien smiles, "Heya Kaleum, how ya be?"

Tiarnath> Mallarth and Florinth sense that Tiarnath rumbles an affirmative, << Very will, but not *between* >>

Tiarnath> Mallarth and Florinth sense that Tiarnath rumbles an affirmative, << Very ill, but not *between* >> *kills her typist* :)

In the Weyrhall, Kaleum smiles at R'lien. "Hello R'lien, hows the evening? Got any of that fine southern wine left?"

In the Weyrhall, Haven is stretched out on the tabletop, writing on a spare vellum R'lien seems to have given her

In the Weyrhall, R'lien smiles, "Yep, got some over here... want a glass 'fore Haven drinks it all?"

In the Weyrhall, Zale glances up at Kaleum, her face brightening slightly, "Kaleum!"

In the Weyrhall, Kaleum chuckles. "Thanks." Then holds up her glass.

Dragon> Mallarth bespoke Florinth and Tiarnath with << He should have taken better care! >>

In the Weyrhall, Haven writes, intent on her task (good thing its not the letter R'lien is really writing) "And... he can't... hunt... to save... his life..." she writes out

In the Weyrhall, R'lien rolls up the letter he's been working on after affixing his scrawl to the bottom of it.

In the Weyrhall, Kaleum smiles. "Whatcha both doing?"

In the Weyrhall, R'lien smiles, "Writin' a letter to R'zar 'bout his bronzerider in there, lookin' like a grape."

In the Weyrhall, Haven slurps down some ale. "Wri'en a letter 'bout K'laarn..."

In the Weyrhall, R'lien pushes a glass of wine over to his second.

In the Weyrhall, Kaleum blinks and looks at Zale. "Who looks like a grape?"

In the Weyrhall, R'lien says "K'laarn, don' know what did it, but he puffed up really big like."

Tiarnath> I bespoke Mallarth and Florinth with << It was a reaction to a plant, or so my rider said the healer said. I don't not understand how or why. >>

In the Weyrhall, Zale absently points a finger in the direction of the infirmary, "K'laarn..dunno what's happened exactly..but he doesna look good."

In the Weyrhall, Haven looks up. "How duh ya spell spineless, R'lien?'

In the Weyrhall, R'lien says "S p i f f y"

Dragon> Florinth and Tiarnath sense that Mallarth snorts << He would be better off just eating wherries. Wherries are good. Plants are not >>

In the Weyrhall, Kaleum looks at where Zale points. Her eyes get a bit wider. "Wow."

In the Weyrhall, Haven nods and writes it down letter for letter, though its far from legible

Tiarnath> Mallarth and Florinth sense that Tiarnath is getting very confused now, << But he didn't eat anything >> she projects << They went to hunt something to eat! >>

Dragon> Mallarth bespoke Florinth and Tiarnath with << And the plant hunted him? >>

Tiarnath> I bespoke Mallarth and Florinth with << Well I guess it must have. I'm not sure. >>

K'laarn is finally in an unrestful sleep, and looks like he might be that way for a while.

In the Weyrhall, Haven sighs and thinks. "Do y'a think id be to harsh if I pointed out Pendrath is bigger 'en his dragon in this letter, R'lien?"

Tiarnath> Pendrath whuffs his favorite greenrider, now that he doesn't have to sit and fret anymore. A slight sense of agitation seems to come from him as he croons for a scritch

In the Weyrhall, R'lien chuckles, "Might be a bit harsh ta point tha' out...

In the Weyrhall, Haven nods, managing a soft belch. "Bud its true..."

Tiarnath> M'ren gives Pendrath a puzzled look and walks across to scritch him gently.

In the Weyrhall, R'lien grins, "Still not all tha' nice ta mention."

Tiarnath> Pendrath rumbles happily, tone taking on more amusement. After the scritch, he turns, knowing his place is somewhere else with a green tail twined around his

Tiarnath> M'ren smiles a touch, able to guess where the brown is headed, and goes on into the weyrhall.

In the Weyrhall, M'ren strides over from the Landing Field.

Tiarnath> Pendrath heads northeast, into the Northeastern Weyr Clearing.

In the Weyrhall, Haven is stretched out on a table top on her belly, writing on a vellum. "Well, ya know whad they say aboud a rider and his dragon size...."

In the Weyrhall, R'lien waves, "Evenin' M'ren, might want ta keep an eye on yer weyrmate..." He cuts his eyes over at Haven.

In the Weyrhall, Kaleum is sitting here watching and drinking R'lien's wine.

In the Weyrhall, Kaleum grins and waves at M'ren. "Hello, Hello!"

In the Weyrhall, Bertha beams and waves to M'ren.

In the Weyrhall, Haven smiles, noticing Kaleum sitting down near her. "Hhhhhhhi, Kale..." Mmmm.. Coastal Ale most likely

In the Weyrhall, R'lien chuckles, "Well... I've heard tha' Haven, I suppose there's some truth ta it..." Of course, Revarth's no small dragon. :)

In the Weyrhall, M'ren blinks across at Haven, and walks towards her. Oh dear.

In the Weyrhall, Haven smiles brightly. "'Ren!!!" she gets up to hands and knees, going to the end of the table and sitting back on heels, arms out for a hug. "Oh... dere's yer letter R'lien. It explains the whhhhole thing."

In the Weyrhall, R'lien smiles and gets up to get the letter, "Thanks Haven... I'll be sure ta make sure it goes where it needs ta go."

In the Weyrhall, R'lien puts the letter away where it'll return one day when he needs a favor from Haven.

In the Weyrhall, M'ren frowns. "Wait a minute," he says. "What's going on?"

In the Weyrhall, R'lien says "Have ya heard 'bout K'laarn?"

In the Weyrhall, M'ren frowns. "No... what?"

In the Weyrhall, Haven tries to explain in single syllables... "K'laarn... hunt... puffed.... swollen... came back.... "

In the Weyrhall, R'lien says "He had some kinda reaction ta somethin'... swelled up like a big puff fish. He's laye dup in tha infirmary."

In the Weyrhall, Haven nods "I said that already..."

In the Weyrhall, Kaleum shrugs her shoulders at M'ren and takes another sip of that fine wine.

In the Weyrhall, R'lien says "Haven was jus' writin' a letter ta R'zar for me, explaining what happened."

In the Weyrhall, Haven sighs. "I was with him, Ren... him and me and Tel and a girl... and he fell over and he couldn't breath at all..." she shakes her head, curls slowly bouncing around her cheeks

In the Weyrhall, M'ren blinks and scowls. "Weird."

In the Weyrhall, Haven frowns, continuing to babble. "But I got him back and the healer took him away and his lips were blue and he was all red and he couldn't breath and Ryanth was all upset, but I got Tel to get Tia to keep him calm, and he wasn't breathing."

In the Weyrhall, M'ren blinks. "Jays!"

In the Weyrhall, Haven nods - which may explain her desire to get drunk. She always tends to do that when something freaks her out. "But... the healer says he's a-okay, but he's got this tube thingie here..." she pats the bottom of her neck.

In the Weyrhall, M'ren blinks again, and sits down against the tabletop, feeling slightly ill.

In the Weyrhall, Kaleum shakes her head and stares where Haven pointed. Then gasps. "In his neck?"

In the Weyrhall, Haven nods. "Healer said he couldn't breath... something 'bout his tongue or throat too swollen... says it'll come out later tonight..."

In the Weyrhall, Haven sighs and leans to the side, pressing forehead to M'ren's shoulder.

In the Weyrhall, M'ren shudders a bit and hugs Haven.

In the Weyrhall, Haven sighs and hugs him back gently.

In the Weyrhall, Haven mutters soflty. "You woulda been proud... caught a small whersport. Don't know where it is..."