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 Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2018 10:17 pm
Alquemieth suffered from the same affliction many before him had: he was young, restless, and in want. Though barely two months old, and growing faster than Ar'din anticipated, the bronze was ready to kick off from the ground and flame Thread. More than that, he was willing to lead a wing--not quite ready, as Alque knew he and His needed more lessons still of course, but the need to command sat in his chest like a stone he couldn't dislodge. It was this and unfortunate luck that he managed to pull a leg muscle during lessons that day, and now he had to nurse it while Ar'din took a look.
Healer he might be, but dragonhealing wasn't his specialty. They had started giving them lessons past basic nutrition, and he did have basic human first aid down, but Ar'din's specialty was acupuncture, and he doubted Alquemieth would be much better for it if he mistranslated the geography of the human body to a dragon's and just poked him full of needles for no reason. Well, other than to be a p***k himself.
You should explain that to me one day, Alquemieth said, his jaw tightening as he stretched his back paw out. What are you injecting?
"Not injecting," Ar'din said as he pressed a bag of ice to the affected muscle. The bronze stifled a low growl, eyes colored with frustration, but kept still to let him work. "It's about a lot of things, depending on what style you're taught. But mostly pressure points. Everything's connected, in a way. Uses a lot of maps."
Like navigating the seas?
"Not that kind. I'll show you later."
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2018 10:52 pm
Sayuri had run out of the skin goop that her green preferred so she walked them over to the healers bay to aquire some more, Ileneth was really starting to sprout and Sayuri was fervently grateful she had not gotten one of the larger colors, the amount of oiling was staggering. There were a few other folks around the healers, casualties of the days lessons she presumed. A very well decorated bronze and his were using the compress method as they walked by. She waved at the rider and Ileneth, being Ileneth hummed sweetly at the bronze in passing. Sayuri could not remember the pair from the hatching they must have impressed after her during the mass chaos of that most celebrated day..with the one dull mark against it. The thought of the lost pair still made her want to cry if she thought about it so she didn't. It was part of weyr life and she would accept it. She would portray herself as a capable green rider.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2018 11:37 pm
Alquemieth, ever in need of seeming composed, stiffened and raised his head at the greenrider pair, almost forgetting not to move his injured leg. A quick swat from Ar’din stopped him, and he rumbled in displeasure. “Someone we know?” the weyrling asked without looking up. One of my sisters, the bronze replied. With a striking pattern and a delicate gait, she was...pleasant to look at, but much too soft, like so many others. Ileneth didn’t seem injured, however, so what were they there for, he wondered. Her call went unanswered, as many things did with him unless pressed, but Alque did ask her, In need of something?“Cool. Hey, hold this down for me,” Ar’din said to his fellow weyrling, indicating the bag of ice on his dragon’s upper thigh. “Hard as you can. Need to grab a thing.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2018 10:04 pm
Ileneth turned sweet eyes on her brother, We are here for the good smelling salve, not the stinky stuff. She hummed sweetly at the bronze's rider in greeting and peered sympathetically at the sprained muscle. Sayuri pressed her hand to the bronze's leg with the perfect pressure, it came to her naturally and was reinforced by years of training under healers. Healing was what lit her soul on fire. "Not to worry, he will be fine in no time." This was the only area where she had a firm and knowing voice, where a sailor would be most at home on the pitching deck of a ship caught in a squall, Sayuri was home during a healing. She could bring comfort and banish pain before the smooth strokes of her hands. Sayuri waited patiently for the other boy to come back.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2018 10:24 pm
Alquemieth looked at those sweet eyes, paused, and then snorted ever so softly as he closed his eyes, as if hiding the colors would mask his pain. And what would you need that for?
"Yeah, was real worried he'd die on me." Ar'din sounded the complete opposite of that. Retrieving a roll of bandages, he returned and began to wrap the bag of ice around his bronze's leg with Sayuri's help. He was mildly surprised to see someone that meek actually have a knowing hand, but his bland expression also hid any real emotion.
Between them, the correct amount of pressure was kept and the bandages neatly tied off. Ar'din gave Alquemieth's flank a mild swat. "Don't do that again, stupid."
I will not be sorry for putting my best effort into each class.
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