Telinda dismounts from Tiarnath, checking the guage on her flamethrower and pushing back ash-grimed goggles soon after. Loosing the harness, she looks around for a volunteer to take the piece of heavy equipment from her back.

Saith settles down in the field with a deep shriek of pain and she barely gives Shadara enough time to slide off her neck before she rears back up, wings beating at the air to give her balamce as she tries to keep her belly off the ground. A deep 1.5 meter score runs across her midsection, going from just over the right curve to the middle of her body.

Telinda, struggling with her harness, catches Saith's cry, and desperately looks around. Spotting Nareisa, she gestures to the trainee dragonhealer, nodding as she gets a name from Tiarnath, "Nareisa, go find Saith!" she shouts out over the other noise.

Albanth appears from between, one of the last riders from his wing to report in. the bronze drops immediately to the field, an overwhelming keening coming from his throat. Even airborn, it is evident he is scored, ichor already dripping from his neck and mixing with soot and grime from Fall. And blood, for his rider practically leaps to the ground, staggering and yelling for a healer.

K'tor climbs down off Albanth's neckridges to the ground. The bronze turns his head to whuffle his rider, as if to say 'sure, take the boring way down'.

T'rrin moves quickly threw the field trying to be useful, he ends up by Telinda, "Can I help you with that ma'am?" being sure she has more importnat things to do the deal with ther thrower now..

Nareisa tiptoes over the noise to hear Telinda, nods nervously, and runs towards Saith and Shadara. "How badly is he hurt?" she yells over the noise. "And are you okay?"

Telinda beams brightly at T'rrin, letting him help her out of the harness as yet another screech of pain goes up. Another look, another trainee spotted. "Aeriel, find out --- yes, thank you Tia -- where Albanth is!"

Shadara looks around as her feet hit the ground, "Get a sharding healer over here!" she shouts, eyes nearly black as her arms curve around her belly in sympathetic pain for her lifemate. SHe nearly jumps as Nareisa asks her a question and she looks from her and back to Saith as the green continues to make sounds of deep pain, "Her belly, I can't tell how bad it is." she says as she looks at the score on Saith, face going pale again at the sight.

Aeriel looks around, a bit frantically, until she spots Albanth and K'tor. Taking note of the scoring, she rushes over to a table with supplies waiting on it for the dragonhealers and quickly washes her hands in redwort solution, drying them, and washing them a second time. Then she hurries over to the injured bronze, and queries K'tor. "Is it allright for me to look at him and treat him?"

K'tor is rather heedless of his shoulder, which is a right bloody mess. He starts yanking at straps, as Albanth's tail thrashes, that dreadful keen going up again. The scores run across the bronze's neck, at least, they appear to. Hard to see from all that ichor. He doesn't even look around at the voice. "Yes, scorch it, yes! He'd bleeding all over everything." Frustrated and in more than a small amount of pain the bronzerider is unable to get the straps off.

Telinda finally gets herself free of the harness, and looks around, "T'rrin, see that the tank gets put with the empties please?" she asks, flashing the weyrling a smile of appreciation, "then find a couple of buckets of numbweed and see if anyone needs them!"

Nareisa actually seems a little more focussed now she has something to do. "Okay," she says, "maybe you'd like to sit down? May I take a look at her?" she's already looking towards the green. However, surprising as it might seem, she actually thinks to grab a passing resident and orders "Get some klah, or some wine for her rider. And then come back and sit with her." Who'd've guessed that in a crisis, Nareisa would show some sense? She inspects the wound, although doesn't touch it yet.

T'rrin helps Telinda out of her harness and says as he gets it to the ground, "Where do you want me ma'am?" looking aorund at the chaos around us frowning deeply. as she speaks he runs off quickly to comply

Berenice walks over from the lush Lakeside Meadow.

Cassie strides over from the Southwestern Weyrs.

Ginevrath ambles across from the Southwestern Weyrs.

Aeriel takes a deep breath and a long hard look at Albanth. "So hard to see it well with all that..." She trails off muttering to herself. Calling out to a resident nearby she says quickly. "I need wine.." She looks back at K'tor, brow furrowing. "And he needs a healer, I'm sure. Then I need oil, yes, oil...and numbweed, lots and lots of numbweed." She looks at the injury again. "It's dirty, so I'm going to need some redwort too. And quickly."

Berenice walk with slow deliberation down the road from the direction of Southern Hold, two drudges walking after her, one attentive boy, and a girl bored silly.

Shadara gives a faint nod as she shivvers hard in reaction to Saith's injury, "Please, just hurry, she's hurting bad." she says, well moans really as Saith issues out another bellowing keen of pain. Her wings beat to keep her balanced, but each beat pulls the muscles in her hide, causing a tugging on the injury, is that a trickle of green coming from it now? Hard to tell with the way Saith keeps her wings moving.

T'rrin moves quickly back into the area carrying two large buckets of numbweed looking around trying to figure out where he should take it first..

Telinda is wandering through the grounded wings of dragons, nodding here and there as she checks over an injury or two. A dragonhealer gestures to her, and she climbs up onto a table to look at a scoring that's badly hurt a brown's shoulder, "Yes, Maein, I think you'll need to stitch that one, be careful though or you'll make it painful for him to move that shoulder."

K'tor hisses as his bronze thrashes away from Aeriel. "Stop it! Stay still and she'll fix it.' He turns bright eyes on Aeriel. "You will fix it. The straps are... I know. Here!" He produces a beltknife, apparently intent on cutting off the straps himself. Albanth keens again, lowering his head and neck down so someone can make the pain go away.

Berenice purses her lips as her sharp eyes decipher the chaos in front of her. The dragons are inconveniently large for the purposes of her observations, and she walks slowly closer to the crowd, pain, and confusion.

Nareisa washes her hands, scrubs them with redwort, and even, (Faranth, this shows you can teach anyone anything) oils them. She grabs a tub of numbweed and a paddle. "OK Saith, I'm going to put something on to deaden the pain now." She looks over to Telinda and Tiarnath speculatively and then, back, straightens her shoulders and tries to apply the numbweed to the wound with with paddle.

Ginevrath hisses from where she crouches on the ground near her lifemate. Cassie tries to sooth the green, attempting to control her own anxiety.

T'rrin moves quickly over to Aeriel and K'tor and says, "Heres some numbweed ma'am." placing the bucket down besider her before darting off over towards shadara and saith quickly with the other bucket....

Berenice puts her hands on her hips and says sharply to anyone within hearing distance, "Who's in charge around here?" she demands.

Aeriel calls out to T'rrin. "Thanks!" Just then the resident rushes back with the other supplies, and Aeriel sets to work oiling her hands liberally. She nods at K'tor. "I'll fix it, yes. Could you ask him if he could turn his neck down just a bit. Oh nevermind..." She adds as two very helpful residents bring a table over and Aeriel clambers onto it. "So much larger than Chia..." Then she takes the redwort solution and begins washing the wound, wincing as she anticipated the dragon's response.

Saith continues to keen in pain, flinching a bit at the first touch of the salve, then the sound drops to a deep siiiighhhh of relief as the pain starts to fade. Whimpers start to come out though as it takes time for the salve to work completely and for Nareisa to get all of the long scoring covered.

Telinda, placing a hand on the brown's neck, peers around and under the massive head. No K'laarn. Typical. She waves a little to Berenice, hand green, and calls out, "If the Weyrleader isn't here, I guess that means me!" she adds, squinting to try and determine the identity of the caller.

Nareisa calls over to Shadara "I've put some numbweed on her! When it's been on long enough to work properly, I'll be able to take a closer look at how deep it runs!"

Berenice walks briskly over to the responding voice, looks critically at the knot, and informs, "Weyrwoman, your sweeps need work. Our flamethrower crews had to flame *three* infestations."

K'tor is right up there after Aeriel, rather heedless of his own wound, and unknowingly hampering the dragonhealer's attempts to see to the wound in his efforts to get rid of the straps. Albanth tilts his head back and roars as the hide is jostled.

Telinda frowns as she jumps down off the table, pushing her hair back from her face as it falls there, and leaving in it's place a green smudge, "Three?" she adds, her tone puzzled.

Shadara shivvers and nods, small whimpers coming in time with Saith's and she refuses the drinks as she watches, which of course makes Saith all the more anxious, "She'll be okay, won't she?" she asks in a soft whisper, so soft she's probably not even heard. Her skin stays pale as she watches Nareisa tend her lifemate.

Berenice shakes her head, "No, three of them. Our trees are safe, fortunately."

T'rrin looks around quickly as if to figure out what to do and dashes off to get more numbweed...

Telinda's brow pulls further down, "But we checked, I can assure you of that, we'd never leave the hold so open to infestation."

Berenice lifts her chin up proudly, "I pass this report on from our groundcrews." she declares, as if daring the weyrwoman to doubt /her/ word.

Tiarnath> I bespoke Rnayth with << My rider is worried. Where is your rider? >>

Telinda shakes her head, "I don't doubt that you're right, there is no reason for not telling us the truth, but" another head shake, "I just can't see how we missed -three-! One, yes, maybe even two, but three?"

Aeriel turns to K'tor, voice as commanding as possible, which isn't all that commanding actually but better than normal. "K'tor, leave off the straps until I get the numbweed on him, please. It will make it easier on him, I'm sure. Take that wineskin there..." She points down to the one the resident brought with the other supplies. Then, as she reaches down for the bucket of numbweed and takes the paddle in one of her well-oiled hands, she calls out. "Someone please come look at K'tor? I'm not a healer!"

The resident that Nareisa grabbed sits by Shadara, and tries to talk to her. Nareisa doesn't answer the rider at first. She's watching the green to try and guage when the numbweed takes effect. As it does, Niaeth whumps over on cue, offering his rider a foreleg so she can get close to the wound. Carefully, ever so carefully, the bluerider inspects it, wiping away excess ichor with a cloth. "It looks really shallow," she finally tells Shadara "And threadscore is clean, we can thank Faranth for that at least." After a moment she says "It looks pretty close to the surface, but I think..." She waves Telinda-wards, hoping to get the goldrider's attention. Telinda knows all. Tel-guru.

Berenice says critically, "New riders, likely, or a gust of wind."

Shadara shivvers again and she seems to brush off the resident, too concerned with her lifemate. Saith does relax onto her haunches finally as the pain goes away, green wings folding onto her back rather than beating at the air.

T'rrin returns with more numbween to deposit it in the area and calls out ot aeriel, "Do you need anything else?"

Telinda looks back over the wings, shaking her head slowly, "Not this bunch, not today" she replies, "but the weather was pretty bad up there, alot of wind." A thoughtful expression overcomes her features, "Did they report about the grubs?"

Something in Aeriel's tone gets through to the anxious and confused bronzerider. Kat steps back, the knife still in his hands, smeared with ichor and his own crimson blood. Wineskin. She said to get the wineskin. He swoops on it and holds it out for Aeriel. "Here it is." And then, hearing Telinda's voice above the confusions offers, a trifle shrilly, "Wind was bad for Stormfall in that last quarter candlemark. We got caught by an updraft."

Telinda misses Nareisa's gesture, since she's doing the Weyrwoman bit with Berenice, but one of the other dragonhealers spots Nareisa and heads that way, "What's up?" Poiala calls up.

Ginevrath is surprisingly quiet, despite her injury. She sways from side-to-side, noticably leaning farther forward than a dragon usually does, when sitting upon the ground.

Berenice replies to Telinda, "The grubs dealt with one of the infestations almost as promptly as the ground crew. The other two had taken out a fair swathe before they were able to be dealt with."

Nareisa points to the injury "I think it needs stitching. I just wanted another opinion."

Aeriel slathers numbweed all over the scoring, probably much more than is even needed. Then she slathers on more, just for good measure. That done, she drops the bucket down again and fetches the oil to spread all over her hands again. Then she waits and tells K'tor. "It's going to take a short while to get through, please tell him the pain will stop soon? I promise, it will just take a few moments." She stops, waiting for the numbweed to take affect as though she isn't sure what to do while she is waiting. Catching T'rrin's words, she shakes her head. "Not just yet, I don't think. Might in a bit." She blinks at K'tor again as he holds out the wineskin for her. "No, dear, it's for /you/. Take a drink."

Poiala nods to Nareisa, "Can I clamber up on Niaeth?" she asks as she peers upwards at the injury.

Telinda nods, "That's kind of odd. What happened to the grubs? Were they working on eating the thread?"

Nareisa nods to Poiala. "Please," she peers over at Shadara "How are you doing?"

Berenice purses her lips. "Lethargically." is her response.

Albanth continues his thrashing, the keening still making it difficult for those in the landing field to hear. What a baby! Then, abruptly, it cuts off as the numbweed finally deadens his hide. Whirling yellow-red eyes now fix on his rider and Aeriel. Kat shakes his head, confused, and then actually does as bid, taking a long drink from the skin. He starts down from the table, and nearly falls, windmilling towards T'rrin for help.

Shadara shivvers a bit more, reaction setting in for her as a healer arrives from the hall to check out the human side of the injuries, "I'm okay, Saith isn't hurting anymore."

Poiala nods and scrambles up nimbly, giving Niaeth a quick pat as she does so, eyes range over the injury and there's another nod. "Report" she asks of Nareisa.

Telinda frowns, "That's not good. We thought we'd manage to contain that problem, but obviously it's still spreading!" she adds to Berenice.

Berenice nods, "Indeed. I presume the farmcraft and beastcraft are investigating appropriately?"

Nareisa leaves Shadara to the human-healers. "It's about one and a half meters long," she wipes some ichor away with the clean cloth "It's ichoring nicely, but I'm worried, especially with it being on the belly, that it won't heal properly without stitches. From what I can see, it only penetrates the fascia a little, and doesn't enter the muscle layer at all."

Telinda nods slowly. "They've sent us assistance. We're -fertilizing-" she says, stressing the strange word "more, and it seems to be helping. Something about the hurricane having washed out all the nutrients from the ground, but for specifics you'd have to ask them."

Aeriel breathes deeply, obviously at least a little relieved to hear the ceasing of that keening from Albanth. She looks at K'tor, and then turns back to the bronze dragon. "Okay, Albanth, I'm going to take these straps off, real careful-like. Just, well, hold still?" Carefully, she reaches up, much easier to do seeing as how she is on a table, and pulls the straps up and off his neck, going very slowly and trying to ease it until they are off. Then she lets them fall into a pile on the table next to her, and she takes a look at the wound, wiping away the excess numbweed with a cloth. "You straps, K'tor." she calls out mildly to the bronzerider to let him know they are on the table.

Poiala grins a little, leaning to inspect the injury, "Well, it's not deep enough to worry over stitches for. Really. It'll heal pretty quick if.." she breaks off and nods to Nareisa, "So, further treatment?" she asks, letting the bluerider think her way through it.

Berenice nods, a quick, neat gesture. "I'll query them, then. Thank you, Weyrwoman. I hope your wings do a more thorough job next time."

Telinda's frown lifts a little, "We'll come inspect the burrows soon as we're finished here, I'll send the Weyrleader over to talk to you and Lord Garant."

K'laarn strides over from the Northern Weyrs.

Nareisa ahs, blushes a little and steps forward. "It'll have to be kept as clean as possible to prevent infection, and she'll need regular applications of numbweed until the pain improves. Probably for at least a day." Hey, maybe she DID do her own homework! She peers closer "If we can keep the edges together, it will heal more smoothly. I'm not sure what sort of dressing would work here though."

Berenice corrects offhandedly, "Lord Warder Garant, yes."

Albanth gives a whuffled sigh of relief, despite a flinch or two that is surely psychological - his hide is too deadened to feel a thing. The more vivid shades are beginning to fade from his eyes already, tinging them with gray. The scores, seen now more clearly, are perhaps 30 centimeters long, and look to have fallen directly across the straps and likely where his rider's body blocked the thread. The edges are ragged and burnt, ichor still welling despite the thick coating of numbweed.

K'laarn casually remarks as he peels off his ash smeared goggles "Did soemone mention a Weyrleader?" As he approaches the Weyrwoman

Poiala shakes her head, "None needed, at least I wouldn't. I'd just make sure she doesn't stretch her belly too much. No overeating and no flying for a day or two, let the tissue start to heal, then flying for another day or two, then we'll have her back to full capacity once more."

Nareisa nods. "So she should rest, and we should try and keep it clean?" after a while she suggests "Perhaps send her to the infirmary, and make sure she keeps up her fluid intake and have her food brought into her so she doesn't have to hunt?" the appeal for approval in her eyes is almost tangible.

Poiala shakes her head, but smiles, "Not quite. She can take the guest weyr for a day or two since Shadara and Saith are in an ocean weyr. But yes on the fluid and yes on the food."

Shadara watches as the healer moves over to tend to K'tor after spying the blood on him, "Bronzerider, let me have a look at that injury while the healer looks after your lifemate." the female journeyman says softly once she gets K'tor's attention.

T'rrin moves quickly to catch Kat as he begins to fall, setting him on the ground and looking around for healers not sure what to do now..

Imara walks over from the lush Lakeside Meadow.

Aeriel frowms. "The numbweed isn't stopping that bleeding." She looks around and then calls out. "I need a pad of bandaging!" Someone rushes over with the needed supply and Aeriel snatches it quickly, without even a look at who brought it. She applies the pad to the injury and presses down, trying to stem the wound. When the ichor seems to go through the pad, she adds a second and waits, looking intent, with all her concentration fixed on Albanth.

K'laarn looks weary, his face seamed with dust and streaks of bronze skin. He wipes his hand across his brow and glances around. "Did I need to answer something?" He wonders.

K'tor somehow manages not to smear T'rrin with blood or ichor. The wine, however, gets dropped in the confusion. He doesn't, however, attempt to get up. Instead he looks up at the healer in a bit of confusion. "You're not Dyani." His shoulder is a bloody mess, though the score seems to be mostly cauterized. Thread has that nasty habit.

Nareisa hops down off Niaeth and tells Shadara, when she gets her attention. "She's going to be fine. Move into a guest weyr for a couple of days and we'll organise getting her regular food and fluid. She shouldn't try to fly for three or four days, then take it easy. She should be back to full capacity in a sevenday."

Imara runs into the field and stops abruptly, taking in the scene. "What can I do?" she asks the nearest person.

Berenice surveys the scene and gestures to her drudges, calling their attention promptly back to her.

T'rrin kneels next to K'tor pinning him to the ground getting blood allover himself anyways as he says softly, "Just stay still sir, relax..." he looks over to the hear..

Suddendly a scream rips through the air, an injured dragon late *betweening* pops out above and nose dives for the landing field, his wings failing badly, one not working properly by his lopside d flight. Tiarnath launches herself into the air, scattering dust around, followed closely by Feilynth and Hannenth. Above, the queens position themselves, aiding the injured blue. Telinda, hand shielding eyes, swears loudly, her attention now on the scene above, "K'laarn, deal with the hold please?!" she shouts out, following Tiarnath closely.

Aeriel removes the pads and looks again, reaching for the oil and recoating her hands, then taking the bucket of numbweed and slathering more on the wound. Taking a deep breath, she calls over to the dragonhealer who was helping Nareisa. "Can you check this please?" Then she stops, caught by the scene of the falling dragon. She waits for the dragonhealer to come over and check her work.

The healer shakes her head, "No, Dyani is at Honshu now, standiung as a candidate there." she says as she works on getting the jacket and shirt out of the way so she can get numbweed on the injury, "Let's get some numbweed on that and then I'll look it over, alright? Just sit down here and relax."

Albanth croons pitifully, head stretching towards his rider. There are a few more pumps of ichor as he moves - shells, he bleeds like a stuck ovine - and then the next pad placed is finally only spotting. As the ichor is cleaned out, the ragged edges of the wounds are revealed. Not terribly deep, but in an area that is going to make putting on straps uncomfortable to say the least.

Tiarnath, Feilynth and Hannenth manage to get themselves in such a flight structure that they slow the blue's flight, the gold wing's doing the work, letting him glide slowly towards the floor, his pain now whimpers, subsided by the queens.

K'laarn nods and says "Right, Gotcha. Now, who is in this morrass, in charge of the Hold?" He glances around and searches out that person, muttering "Who looks important?"

Poiala heads over to Aeriel, nodding as she looks up. "Alright, what have we here?" she asks.

K'tor blinks up at the healer. "I *am* sitting. Ow! Shells, woman! That sharding hurts!"

Berenice hears what sounds like a description of her and lifts her head proudly, pinning K'laarn with a responsive stare.

Nareisa looks up at the golds with the blue anxiously and whispers to the closest dragonhealer she can find "Should I go and help? Or stay back?"

Shadara blinks a bit as she looks at Nareisa now, apparently having followed the conversation with the other dragonhealer, "We'll be flying again in a few days? Alright then, I'll have her head over to the guest weyr in a bit."

Shadara hmms a bit, "Go and help, Tel will need all the hands she can get."

With gentle persuasion and much work on the gold's behalf, the blue lands, his wing flopping uselessly to the ground. Telinda sprints over, her eyes going up to the rider on his back. "Niena, it's alright, Ikenth will be fine. Get yourself off on the other side, then come round here!" she calls out, then eyes scan, "I need supplies!" she shouts above the noise, "and a bloody large table!"

Imara looks as if she wants to do something but has no idea what to do or where to go.

T'rrin keeps K'tor pinned down as the healer works..

K'laarn stares at Berenice as she plops up right in front of him. HE looks her over curiously then announces, "I'm supposed to take care of you." In that oh, so blunt manner he loves to practice.

Aeriel turns to Poiala, relief flooding her face, despite her attempts to look confident. "Okay, there are two scorings it looks like, both about the same length of thiry centimeters." She pauses for a moment. "Or maybe one scoring and the straps took the middle part. Not sure. It's not deep enough for stitching I don't think, but I'd say bandage it for two days, then remove the bandages, but keep it clean. And I'd say it'll take a sevenday to heal." She looks up, hopeful that she's ascertained the injury properly.

Nareisa smiles nervously at Shadara, now the important things have been done and says "I hope she feels better soon," and then she scoots over to Telinda "Sup..." she runs for the nearest tray of instruments. OK, so she trips over a tree stump, but the thought's there.

Berenice says with equal bluntness to K'laarn. "Then do so. I need a place to sit." She states.

Shadara points at Imara now that Saith's been tended to, "Imara, help move a large table over to Telinda, then help get wine for the rider."

Poiala nods, considering, "Alright. I'll agree about the injury, looks like it's doing fine, though I think Albanth's a little large for a bandage just there, big chest!" she adds with a chuckle. "I'd be tempted to leave the pads on there for today, take them off tomorrow, that'll help, and yes, around a sevenday, no straps can go on until it's healed."

K'tor looks almost ornery enough to toss a punch at T'rrin, but as the weyrling has his good arm pinned and that healer is working on his other one, he's rather well squashed. Baleful, stormy gray eyes look for *someone* to take all this out on. And fall on... Berenice. He mutters something under his breath.

K'laarn starts looking around and then frowns. Then he looks up at Berenice and replies as he scratches his chin with a finger. "I appologize. There's no where to sit out here." He drops his hand, then spreads both of them around and gestures. "Its just too crowded out here right now. I'm afraid you'll have to stand. " A short pause occurs before he adds, bemusedly, "Like everyone else. Unless you perfer the ground?"

The journeyman healer has yet to introduce herself as she scrubs her hands clean again, oils them and then applies the nubweed to K'tor's shoulder. Once it takes effect she cleans off the numbweed and washes the score with redwort, then applies more numbweed, "It's not too bad, you'll need a few stitches, but not too many. You'll not be flying much, and I'm going to have to place your arn in a sling so you don't use it for at least a sevenday."

Berenice looks at K'laarn. "Your hospitality is inadequate today. If you cannot, my drudges will see to my needs." She says briskly.

Imara nods at Shadara and dashes out of the field, returning with several people, a wineskin, and a large table. After she and the others set the table down by Telinda, she takes the wineskin and hands it to the rider.

K'tor apparently prefers the ground just fine, as his rear is planted on it rather effectively by T'rrin and the healer attending him. The healer's words quite obviously go in one ear and out the other. At the Holder's words he calls out, "Plop her arse on a table fulla ichor, K'laarn. That's about suitin' her station right now!"

Nareisa picks herself up, rubs her knees and then goes to wash her hands again. Wash, redwort oil. She must've done this before. Either that or she's watching someone out of the corner of her eye while she does it so she doesn't forget anything.

Berenice looks down her nose fixedly at K'tor. "Rider, mind your manners." Her voice is hard-edged.

Aeriel nods prompty to Poiala and turns to finish up. She adds two fresh pads to the wound, pressing down until they stay on their own. She she hops down off the table and washes her hands in redwort solution again, drying them on a towel and washing again to make sure all the oil and numbweed are off her hands. She looks over at K'tor and grimaces while the healer works. Nevertheless, she steps in front of him and says harshly. "Be quiet, K'tor! Now, There are pads of bandanging on Albanth's injury and I'll take them off tomorrow. He's going to take a sevenday to heal and no straps on him until he does. Do you hear what I am saying, K'tor?"

Telinda gentles squeezes Niena's shoulder, "There, there dear, wine's coming. Now, can I look at Ikenth?" As a nod is received, Telinda smiles a little, gesturing to the wine that Imara's holding, "Take a good drink of that!" she adds, climbing up onto the table. "Tia?" she calls out, watching the gold lumber closer, "hold up that wing sweetheart, give him a little support. Ikenth you can lean against Tiarnath if you want to. I'm just going to slather numbweed all over him." She bends down, washes her hands a couple of times in redwort, then lathers them throughly in oil. Next, paddles and paddles of numbweed go onto the injury. As the numbweed settles through the germenative layer, she looks up, "Shadara, Nareisa, Aeriel? If you have a moment, I could do with the help!"

K'laarn gives Berenice a very tired and exhasperated expression. "Look, holder, or whatever you are." He begins in that 'I'm getting annoyed with you' voice. "Things are just a little bit hetic here right now. If you expect to be waited upon, like a Lady at a Gather, well, you're mistaken. THIS is a Fall, and the after effects of a Fall. We don't have time to care or cater to someone who expects her hand held and to be babied. What we could use however is some hands helping out. Taking water to the riders who are injured or have injured dragons. I don't suppose you know how to salve numbweed on a wound? If you can do that, we could use the help. Otherwise, just move on out of the way and stop causing problems with your ridiculous commands. We have lives to rescue, people to heal, and problems to solve. We're what is protecting yorur fields, and to do that, we sometimes get hurt. Its unavoidable. Try back another time when we have time to lead you around."

K'tor is prevented from responding to the Holder by Aeriel demanding his attention. "No straps for a sevenday. What about flying?" And the knot that is a scorched mess on the remains of his riding jacket is that of a Wingleader.

The healer frowns a bit at Berenice, "Ma'am, please don't aggitate my patient, I've enough to do without you causing anymore difficulties to him." she says before scowling at K'tor, "And you, behave before I consider dosing you with Fellis." she says as she dips a needlethorn and thread into redwort so she can use them to stitch up K'tor's shoulder.

Nareisa scoots over to Telinda and does her double-Rimmer salute. "Right here weyrw...dragonheal...weyrwom... Telinda."

Berenice answers K'laarn flatly. "I would have offered help but you told me you were offering hospitality. I answered to what I was offered."

Telinda grabs a pad, soaking it throughly in redwort, and gently clearing away some of the numbweed on Ikenth's wing. "It's alright Ikenth" she keeps saying, telling the dragon exactly what she's doing, "you'll be fine. Nareisa, get up on the table, and take a look at this injury. We're all going to be busy with this one."

T'rrin glances over to the healer and says soflty, 'Do you need me to do anything?"

K'laarn looks incredelous, 'I said I was supposed to take care of you, as in, find out what it is you're wanting and respond, not, pamper you." He gives the holder an expression of disgust. "Do you honestly think we have time to treat you like glass at the moment? I'm wasting time just arguing with you. Now, are you going to help, or get out of the way?" He asks.

K'tor doesn't twitch as the stitching is neatly done, his scowl going back impartially to Aeriel and beyond her to Berenice.

Nareisa gets up on the table as asked. She looks a lot more nervous. "What should I do?"

Aeriel nods to K'tor. "Yes, Albanth can fly, but no straps for a sevenday." Looking over at the injury that has claimed Nareisa and the Weyrwoman, she sighs softly. "I'm sorry, K'tor. I've got to go help them. He'll be fine. If you have any more questions, Poiala is here." Then she hurries off to Telinda and Nareisa to help.

The healer quickly stiches up K'tor's shoulder, fingers quick and sure as she does what neeads to be done and then bandages the wound, "I'll look at that in a sevenday, to pull the stiches out, You'll leave your arm in this sling until then, or I'll have to restich the injury. If I have to do that, I'll tie your arm to your side, is that clear?"

Telinda gestures to the length of the injury. Right now, numbweed is covering up most of it, but a good swathe oblirates the secondary mainsail. "We need cloth cut to the size of leading to trailing edge, so we can mend his wing. Also, we have" and this time she clears off some numbweed, "a vein that's been damaged and needs repairing here. If you could start with the cloth, I'd appreciate it."

Berenice responds curtly. "Next time, don't ask me what I need if you're not offering it. I can help you as long as I have a seat to sit on." (Although she will not acknowledge it, she's clearly an /extremely/ old woman and chances are her bones can't handle sitting. But then again, that kind of observation may or may not come to mind to those with whom she's talking)

Berenice | sitting on the ground, that is.

K'tor looks from Aeriel to the healer and back again. Apparently, that instruction all but overloaded what mental capacity he has left. "Clear as glass." He nudges T'rrin lightly. "We weyrmating, lad, or are you just glad t'see me?"

Aeriel is just reaching the injury to help, when she is called over to help with another injured dragon. Rushing over, she quickly converses with the rider and begins to assess the wound.

Telinda peers down and sees Imara, "Imara, can you get me the sewing kit and clamps please? They should be on the table by the infirmary."

Nareisa nods. Apparently someone with more presence of mind than she has, which would be, oh....anyone... has brought the cloth, so she takes a good look at the size of the injury and starts cutting, since the aforementioned someone also brought scissors. She's perhaps a little too quick with it, as the resulting piece of cloth is a little too large.

Aeriel has disconnected.

Imara nods to Telinda and rushes off to the infirmary. She returns quickly with the sewing kit and clamps, holding them out.

T'rrin chuckles soflty and looks over to the healer to see if it is ok to let K'tor up now..

Telinda smiles her thanks to Imara, dropping everything into the redwort bowl. She watches Nareisa for a moment, "When you've done that, get some help getting it lying under Ikenth's wing, we have to stitch it in place. In the meantime I need to clamp this vein" she adds, picking up the clamps, and with a pad soaked in redwort clears away the numbweed, exposing the tissue, partially obscured by the layers of fascia, she gently pulls it back, using one clamp to pull back adipose tissue and the hide. Another clamp gets placed under the severed vein, stopping the gushing of ichor, though Telinda is already covered in it.

Nareisa nods, looks up, sighs and cuts off the excess. Fortunately another dragonhealer isn't far behind in helping, and somehow they manage to get it in the correct position. She tries to watch Telinda working without being noticed.

Grabbing a pre-threaded needle, Telinda starts to work on the vein. Tiny stitches pulling the vessel back together, one after another. Tiny knots accompany the sutures, securing each one in place, the thread cut off after each careful stitch. When the vessel is whole once more, she releases the clamps, watching it carefully for some moments, watching for tell tale signs of ichor seepage from the once damaged vein. A shrug, seems ok, better to wait though. Another application of numbweed goes onto the area surrounding the vein, and she turns to Nareisa, "Nareisa, you're the lucky star tonight, you get to learn how to stitch. Now, watch carefully." One, then the other, stitches go into the leading edge, securing the cloth to the wing. "See how I'm doing this?"

K'laarn groans exhasperatedly then waves over a wingrider and whispers something. The lad runs off as K'laarn says diffidently, "I'm having a chair fetched for you," To Berenice.

Berenice nods off-handedly to K'laarn. "Then tell me what needs doing." in a business-like fashion.

Kayjay strides over from the lush Lakeside Meadow.

K'laarn replies "Well for that, we need to ask Telinda where best your skills can be utilized." Thats when he starts tromping over to Telinda.

T'rrin nods to the healer as she indicate that he can let K'tor up and grins, "Sorry sir, you aren't my type." he winks and stands to look and see where he may be needed now..

The healer that had taken care of K'tor has already moved off to someone else, and gives an absent wave at T'rrin to let the wingleader up.

Kayjay looks over at the crowd on the other side of the field.

Nareisa looks positively frightened "Me stitch?"

Berenice accompanies K'laarn at a much more sedate pace. Indeed, it's conceivable that the relevant conversation may have taken place before she makes it there.

Telinda is showing Nareisa what to do, but looks down at K'laarn, "I can't stop" she calls out, "I need to know about the burrows? Where's Joslyn?" questions, no real answers. "Yes, Nareisa, help me stitch. Now, are you watching. Here, try it!" she adds, thrusting the needle at the bluerider.

K'laarn interuppts Telinda ant an oppertune moment, "Berenice wants to help with the healing effort. Where do you want her?"

Kayjay walks over a bit closer, peering over a dragonrider's shoulder.

Nareisa takes the needle and eyes it like it were a tunnelsnake and about to bite her. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" her hand shakes as she approaches the wing, looking very nervous. "What if I hurt him?"

K'tor gets to his feet, and starts making his way over to Berenice. He hasn't forgotten her. Albanth settles, favoring his injured neck and chest. Unfortunately, the woman is drawn along with K'laarn. So he detours around, ending up beside Kayjay. "Heya squirt."

Kayjay wrinkles her nose at the nickname but looks over at Albanth now she has a better view. She gasps softly. "What happened?"

Telinda ignores K'laarn for the moment, and nods to Nareisa, "I need the help. The wing is numb, he won't feel it, now stitch, I have to do other things if we're to save this wing!" Attention flickers, momentarily to K'laarn, "Anything, thread needles? We're going to need alot of them!" she adds,

Berenice does hear Telinda's answer and nods to K'laarn. "My belt knife is sharpened." she says by way of an answer.

T'rrin moves over to where telinda is quickly and says softly trying not to distract her, "Do you need anything else ma'am?"

K'tor sighs. "Updraft. We got caught, couldn't blink between fast enough." He indicates his arm, well wrapped in a sling. "And I couldn't get all the way tween him and the thread. First scoring too." He herds folks out of the way as drudges come rushing up with water, treated thread, redwort, and just about everything the dragonhealers might need, except needlethorn.

Telinda nods to T'rrin, "Gather the weyrlings, we need help holding this cloth up under his wing until it's completely attached. The -opposite- end to where Nareisa's going to stitch. Keep it clear of the dirt."

T'rrin nods and moves quickly to gather the weyrling, "Kayjay we need our help over here now.." moving back to telinda quickly to help hold a protion of the cloth.....

Nareisa nervously starts stitching. The first few look a little odd, but she gains confidence, and while they might not win a beauty contest, they'll hold. After a while she seems to get into the swing of things and notes "This is easier than stitching a tuber."

Kayjay blinks and looks up at K'tor. "I am so sorry you were caught off guard like that." She dashes beside T'rrin and grabs the cloth carefully, wincing as she gets a better view of the wound.

Telinda watches Nareisa for a moment or two, flashing Berenice a smile of appreciation at the offer. "Alright, Kayjay, T'rrin, just hold it for now, Nareisa has a lot to stitch up there." Telinda herself heads back to the vein wound, nodding to herself as she observes that there is no leakage in the wound. Needle is grabbed, hands recoated in oil, and then she starts stitching back layers -- silvery muscle and then blue hide.

Kayjay winces again as she watches the needle go through the layers. She pales under her tan, but holds the cloth steady.

Nareisa keeps poking the needle in and out of the dragon hide and fabric. In one side, out the other, do a rather fancy little move that knots the thread, and then on to the next stitch. It's the stitch-mambo. Cha-cha cha-cha cha CHA!

T'rrin holds the cloth steady as well wincinging and trying not to look dirrectly at the wound...

K'tor grimaces, edging back from the really nasty part of Fall - the injuries. Instead, he attempts to get K'laarn's attention. Which will put him back near Berenice again. Convenient, that. "Sir? I stayed aloft to make sure our area was clear. We'd one of the burrows that got through - the one the grubs took care of. That was the tangle that scored Albanth and I actually." He gives the Holder a frown.

Berenice serenely ignores the frown and commends the action. To the Weyrleader, "Good to know your riders are so diligent."

Telinda slathers more numbweed over the vein injury, it all stitched back together now, and turns her attention to the wing. "Keep going Nareisa, keep going." She peers down to Kayjay and T'rrin, "Alright, we're going to have a little bit of complicated work here once Nareisa's finished. You're going to stretch the fabric, then release it, as you do that we'll be stitching it back to the wing. You got that?" A look goes to Imara, "Imara can you make sure the needles that Berenice is threading get put into the redwort bowl, please?"

K'laarn nods and turns toward K'tor, and says "Good. Thats one report in. I'm waiting for a few more." Then to Berenice he says sternly, "I demand excellence."

Imara nods at Telinda and steps over to where Berenice is, watching the needles.

Kayjay nods, paying attention to Telinda and watching Nareisa at the same time.

K'tor says a trifle acidly to Berenice, "Sorry Albanth and I couldn't have blocked the rest of the tangle with our bodies to spare your precious ground, Holder."

T'rrin nods and says softly, 'Yes ma'am ust tell us when.."

Nareisa nods, seemingly enjoying the stitch-mambo. Still it's hard work, concentrating on the small movements, and there's a lot of wing. She's just flown fall too. Although she wouldn't admit it, the little bluerider is starting to droop.

Berenice nods approvingly to the Weyrleader at his reply and, as soon as her chair has arrived, takes her seat to begin quick, tidy work. Her drudge pulls out a length of thread. She snips it with her belt knife and, plucking a needle, pulls it through fairly adeptly before handing the finished needle to Imara.

Berenice shakes her head to K'tor, "There is no jungle at Southern Hold, it's woodlands." she corrects, threading another needle. "

Imara takes the needle that Berenice hands her and puts it into the redwort bowl.

K'tor looks ready to utterly explode at the Holder. Stormy gray eyes snap and he snarks at her, "Well, don't ruin your tender hands actually helping out the riders that bloody themselves in your defence."

Telinda starts stitching from the other end to Nareisa, her stitching more practiced and therefore quicker, though it looks as if the bluerider is slowly getting the hang of it. She offers a small smile, wiping her forearm across her face to blot out the perspiration dropping down into her eyes. Just as Imara grabs the needle, she grabs it, needed that! Soon, Nareisa and Telinda have the cloth attached to the leading edge. "Now, we have to stitch it to the wingbone. This one here, and here" she points to the inner and mid bone. "Think you can manage one, if I do the other?" she asks, then leans under the wing, "Ready?" she asks the others holding the cloth. "Imara, keep those needles coming please!"

Berenice replies to K'tor with infuriating (probably) patience as she hands another threaded needle to Imara. "No, I wouldn't think I could when I'm only threading needles."

Kayjay nods. "Ready!"

Nareisa nods to Telinda, and grabs another needle, waiting for the time to start. She smiles tiredly and mutters "Hang in there, Ikenth."

Imara dips each needle into the redwort bowl and quickly hands it to Telinda.

K'tor scowls at Berenice. "Too bad. Maybe some of your own blood shed would make you less noxious about the burrows." He moves off, arm carried carefully in his sling, as he weaves his way among his wingriders, checking on injuries and receiving reports.

Telinda shouts down to the cloth holders, "Alright, relax, wait for us to do a stitch, then tighten, then relax for the next and so on." She glances over to Nareisa, "Here we go. -Relax-" she calls out, and starts a stitch.

Alianne walks over from the Western Courtyard.

Alianne steps in silently, taking a good look at the surroundings. Wow! Dragons, people..everywhere! A soft smile and wave are sent to everyone and everydragon.

Berenice shakes her head, a hint of a smile as she comments to Imara, once K'tor is safely out of hearing range, "I didn't think that was the time to mention my threadfall scars from turns past on groundcrew." And more needles are passed along.

Kayjay calls back. "Yes Ma'am!" She relaxes the cloth, watching Telinda and Nariesa carefully, waiting to stretch the cloth once again.

Nareisa watches Telinda for a moment and then tries to time her stitches with the relaxing and tightening of the fabric.

K'laarn announces, "I am off to check on the remaining wings." And with that said, he leaves Berenice to her own devices and heads off to where he left Rnayth.

"No, probably not a good time," Imara replies as she continues to put the needles in redwort and pass them to the people who need them.

Berenice nods quite properly to K'laarn as he leaves, implicitly excusing him as she bends herself to her work.

T'rrin moves quickly to follow telindas orders as she calls for them watching them work on the wing closely now.

Berenice asks Imara, "What was that young man's name?" as her belt knife severs another thread.

Alianne watches closely, without being in the way of the working people. She hovers around the edges, as always.

K'tor circles among the Stormfall riders, commandeering a fosterling to help take notes, as his writing hand is done up in the sling.

Dragon> Suriath bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << rumbles softly. << Kayjay says this is a good lesson for her to pay attention to lessons and drills. >> >>

Imara hands over more needles as quick as she can get them and dip them in redwort. "The bronzerider? That was K'tor."

Nareisa's stitching is neater now, thank Faranth, otherwise this could have ended up looking very odd. "Tight!" she yells after completing her stitch.

K'laarn walks toward the Western Courtyard.

Dragon> Yishenth bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << It is too bad that dragons and humans had to get hurt for this lesson. >>

Berenice nods and raises her voice, sharply demanding. "K'tor!" she calls and should he notice, she gestures imperiously for the rider to return to the needle-threading crew.

Kayjay pulls tight against the cloth waiting for the stitches to be done.

Dragon> Suriath bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << Kayjay says I will forget, but she needs to remember for me. >>

Telinda keeps calling out instructions to the cloth holders -- T'rrin and Kayjay -- as Nareisa and Telinda finish off securing the cloth to the two wingbones. "Okay, T'rrin, Kayjay, you should be able to release the cloth now? Please try, then someone get the thinner numbweed pail? We have to float back one or two of these sections."

Kayjay blinks over at the holder with a shocked look on her face. She drops the cloth and druns for the numbweed pail.

Kayjay brings back the pail and sets it near Telinda.

Nareisa sighs, leans back, wipes her forehead, says "Done," and seems to decide that now would be as good a time as any to faint. Which she does. K'tor-wards.

K'tor thumps the shoulder of the wingrider he was speaking with, and then, hearing his name, heads back in the direction of the dragonhealers and crew. He obviously has no idea who called his name and asks, as he comes up, "Who needed me?"

Dragon> Yishenth bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << I will be glad to forget. I would not want to remember this. >>

K'tor gulps. Apparently Nariesa did. For as soon as he gets there, he has an awkward armful of bluerider to manage. She's a little thing, but he does only have one arm.

Berenice finishes threading the needle and looks up again, pursing her lips. "Then again, he may be busy." she comments, eyeing the toppling Nareisa in lieu of responding to K'tor's question.

Kayjay spots Nareisa drop, and goes to help K'tor lower her gently to the ground if needed.

Telinda grabs it with a thanks, frowning at Nareisa, oh well. One down. She's not much left to do though, a couple of stitches left. She layers the numbweed onto the cloth, floating the wing sections there. Using a finger she rearrages them delicately, then begins stitching them to the cloth, using them as a support. That done, she slathers the whole wing in numbweed, and directs the golds to helping Ikenth back to his hollow, calling for a couple of residents to make sure he has enough water. Ikenth's rider is carried back to her weyr, she having fainted into the arms of a healer some time ago. Telinda sighs heavily, then jumps down from the table, catching herself against the side. She heads over to Ginevrath looking up at the green, "I'm sorry I took so long" she adds to the dragon and the rider, "Where's does it hurt?"

Nareisa manages to faint impressively onto the good arm. SHe must've been practicing. At the moment, she's way too busy being unconscious to do much else of interest.

Berenice hands one more needle to Imara and asks, "Young woman, could you find us more needles? We've naught to do without them."

K'tor shakes his head at Kayjay. "Here. She doesn't weigh much." He half crouches, "There's ichor all over the ground. Sling her over my shoulder - the good one," he adds, in case there was any doubt. "And I'll take her to her weyr. She'll need to write up the report for me when she comes to. I sure can't do it."

Imara nods at Berenice and hurries off.

Kayjay heaves Nareisa over K'tor's shoulder, with a little difficulty. "She can write?"

Nareisa is heaved. And she doesn't even kick or punch anyone for their pains. What a polite little bluerider.

Imara walks toward the Lakeside Meadow.

Kayjay notices Nariesa is about to slip off, so she shoves her further up on K'tor's shoulder.

K'tor grunts faintly as he takes the adjustment and heads for Nareisa's weyr.

Kayjay winces as K'tor carries Nariesa. "Be careful with that other arm!"

Berenice folds her hands tidily in her lap as she waits for Imara to return with the needles. When she does, Berenice smiles at the girl, "Thank you." she accepts the prickly handful into the needle basket and sets to work once again.

K'tor strides over to the Western Weyrs.

Nareisa walks toward the Western Weyrs.

Kayjay wanders over to Ginevrath and Cassie. "Is my help needed?

Cassie snaps at Kayjay, "Yes! What is it with you people?? A green isn't important enough to be taken care of!!" She's obviously had her last nerve worn away, having been trying to be patient, and keep her lifemate from being too loud about the injury.

Berenice rubs at her back and comments to Imara, "I'll return in a moment." She promises, making her way carefully around the mess of dragons and healers towards the main hall.

Kayjay quietly says. "I am here to help now.. if there is anything I can do."

Telinda is covered, head to toe in ichor, but manages a smile for Cassie, "We'll get her all sorted out. Now, can we look?" she asks

Berenice walks toward the Western Courtyard.

Ginevrath finally lets it be known that she's indeed hurt, letting out a painfed keen.

Cassie nods. "Yes, please! Can't you see she's hurting?!"

Telinda nods, "I can see, but sometimes, well, never mind that now." She gestures to a couple of residents, getting them to drag the table over, adn then, washing her hands and oiling them once more, jumps up onto the table, "Kayjay, pass me the numbweed pail please?"

Kayjay runs back to the pail, being careful not to slip in the goo and hands the bucket to Telinda. She stands by watching and waiting for further orders.

Cassie fidgits, watching Ginevrath worriedly. It may only be a minor score, but to green and rider, who have unusually, and amazingly gone unscored for nearly 16 turns... it's a milemarker. They're getting old!

Telinda slathers plenty of numbweed on to Ginevrath's injury, reaching well over her haunch to ensure that it's entirely covered. Carefully, she inspects the injury, nodding to herself, "It'll take a few moments for the pain to die, but let me know when that happens. It's thankfully a cleanslice, so you'll be riding again in about 3-4 days. There's a little ichor welling up, but that should stop now, there's no veins injured in there."

Kayjay sighs in relief,glancing over at Cassie and Telinda. "It must have been a very unusual fall?"

Cassie sighs. "Very windy."

Kayjay grimaces. "With all that experience behind you and K'tor... " She softly whistles. "I am glad we are being drilled to the point of exhaustion."

Ginevrath seems to relax, letting out a deep sigh. Oh the wonderful abilities of numbweed.

Kayjay smiles up at Ginevrath. "Makes all that numbweed boiling worth it, just to see that expression." She looks from dragonrider to dragonrider and excuses herself. "Suriath is itchy.

Kayjay walks toward the Lakeside Meadow.

Telinda smiles, "Good, alright, so I need you two to rest up, you hear me?" she adds, her voice barely audible after all the hollering and shouting, that and she's exhausted. "I think I'm going for a bath!"

Cassie says "See you... Thanks."

Telinda smiles, heading that way, "welcome"