Post by K'ivan on May 14, 2009 1:16:20 GMT -8
(Warning long-ish post)
He listened to the report and nodded grimly, lifting his eyes only briefly as he saw Zhaymaius coming from afar. It would take a few moments for Zhay to reach them. The fact he brought supplies was important and K’ivan made a note to thank the boy later. Certainly under other circumstances it would be a comical site, the boy was practically buried under a pile of the stuff he brought, some of which K’ivan was sure was totally useless at the moment, but the effort was really what mattered.
The fact he could be father to either one of these two made him a bit sad, only because the last time he had a lengthy conversation with X’cer, they had been comparing ages…. And he felt rather old. “Good. Thank you. Miranda’s got the rider. If we need a Healer we’ll call…” Oriekanth lashed out and K’ivan ducked rather than moved anywhere. The dragon’s scream was almost a palpable thing. K’ivan’s was too close to the brown’s wing to get out of the way even if he side stepped. Keeping low with one hand touching the ground for support, he waited for Oriekanth to settle down again. Once the brown was settled, K’ivan straightened up and placed his hand on the patient’s heaving side. “Easy… it’s all right. You’re safe.” Aridron disappeared with a surprised cry as the empathic wave hit the fire-lizard and he got flustered.
Baizynth, find out how Neridath is doing. Help her out if you need to. If Miranda hasn’t already, have her contact the brown to help his rider focus on keeping this dragon calm. It won’t do to have anyone killed, but this is going to be a huge procedure getting all that sutured up. Then contact er… Ja’ryns, rather Zayreth of White Sands, you know him – you met at the dragonhealers’ conference earlier this Turn – and tell him Oriekanth lives. Baizynth did not respond to his rider in any verbal way, he did not need to, such the bond between rider and dragon, K’ivan knew his beloved bronze would take care of it. Although usually he helped keep the dragon patients calm, with other dragons on the scene, and their HAD right here, it seemed better to have Baizynth back off for the time being. Oriekanth would have enough people trying to get his attention.
“All right, keep away from his head. You stay with the legs, and watch out for his claws, they can gut you as easily as you can gut a fish.” He stood up but kept low, hoping to avoid being hit by the wing as it folded again. Then he snagged the bag from Kelynes, and kneeling down, fumbled through it for a specific bottle. “Every limb on a dragon is a potential threat, so just stay as close to his body as possible. It’s harder to hit you there.” He pulled out the bottle and shouldered the relatively heavy satchel. Since he could see Zhay making his way laden with supplies, the small stash in his med-kit would serve him better than Kelynes. Unscrewing the jar, he began to slather the potent smelling ointment on his gloves. Gradually his gloves began red. In a few days the red would fade, but some of it inevitably seeped through to his hands, and some healers’ didn’t even wear gloves. Any healer worth his salt was easy to recognize by the tell-tale stain of redwort on their fingers and palms.
He tossed the jar to Kelynes. “Get some gloves on. The water from the ‘lake is clean enough, get it and wash out the wound as much as possible… we want the ichor to flow. Looks like it already is but he collected some dirt and grit when he crawled on to the shore. Get rid of that, and then use the redwort around the injury to help stave off infection. I’ve got numbweed in my bag, use it all, and just slather it around the non-broken areas of the wound. Try not to get it in the wound, applying it in the wound can be dangerous and…” Zhaymaius arrived just then. For once K’ivan had help, not more than he could handle, but just enough for the job and K’ivan was glad he had not one but two dedicated apprentices who both responded to the situation with solid heads on their shoulders and their wits about them. All that ichor must have been a shock for them both, well perhaps not Kelynes – healers’ son that he was.
“Wow, nice job Zhaymaius. Looks like you brought the whole cavern.” K’ivan grinned, suppressing a chuckle because it wasn’t appropriate but his gratitude was obvious enough in the tone of his voice. “Drop that stuff over there…” He gestured toward some of the nearby boulders. “We’ll get it sorted out when we have a bit more time.” K’ivan turned back to Kelynes to finish his instructions. “Use what’s in my jar, then find whatever strips of cloth, bandages or whatever else Zhay brought and gather them up. We should be back by then. Just have to make sure there’s no other injuries.” Once he found the numbweed jar, he tossed it to Kelynes.
“Right, Kelynes you know what to do. Zhay, you’re with me… First thing is to check to make sure our patient doesn’t have any head injuries.” Trusting the more senior of the apprentices to do what he was tasked, and know what he was doing, he turned and headed back toward Oriekanth’s head, expecting Zhaymaius to follow him.
Baizynth left off speaking to Oriekanth and bespoke Neridath. He is not speaking to me, does he speak to you and yours? He paused a moment to refocus his mind and reached out across the vastness of the globe that was Pern to find the other bronze who he remembered as the slender one with freckles. They had met, and talked and Baizynth knew the younger dragon’s mind well enough to contact him. After all, he had been there when Zayreth-not-his had been made a Master in their Craft. Zayreth? This is Baizynth of Great Cliffs. We have Oriekanth here. He is injured but alive. I do not know how he came to be here, but he is here and K’iv-mine is treating him. Within heartbeats the soft tones of Zayreth replied to him, and Baizynth rumbled. All is well. K’ivan nodded. Thank you, Bai. Apprise Dysmeth of the situation now please.
Brought on by a mental command, Aridron appeared, chittering and fluttering around K’ivan’s head. He landed tentatively on a rock. Without turning toward him, K’ivan said aloud. “Ari, go get us some drudges. We need hot water and plenty of cloth, more than we have now… see if you can get two at least. This is going to be a big job, the more grunt workers the three of us have, the better.” The yellowish fire-lizard launched himself off his rock and disappeared.
Seeking out his Weyrwoman, Baizynth sought the young gold's mind and told her the details of what was transpiring. Though it was impossible for her to have missed the loud screams of a stranger at the Weyr, she did not yet know who it was that was visiting and why. Dysmeth? The dragon that crashed at the Weyrlakes is Oriekanth of White Sands. His rider is here but injured, he too is injured but alive. K'iv-mine does not think him in any danger but there may be internal damage he has not found yet. As he had before, Baizynth informed K'ivan that the task was complete and K'ivan sent him a simple thanks. The dragon knew how important he was and how much he was appreciated.
"Zhay you have fire-lizards right? Think one of them would be up for delivering a message? Get some hide and I'll scribble a message to the healers' and our drudges." By 'our drudges' he meant the two he had managed to get assigned to the healers' cavern. After Zhaymaius had officially become his apprentice, K'ivan missed having a drudge 'on-call' as it were. So after some discussion they wound up with two! "We're going to need the injured dragons' weyr cleaned up and made ready for a guest... Oriekanth isn't going anywhere for a while, and if he can be moved - or walk - after we're done, then he'll need a place to sleep."
He listened to the report and nodded grimly, lifting his eyes only briefly as he saw Zhaymaius coming from afar. It would take a few moments for Zhay to reach them. The fact he brought supplies was important and K’ivan made a note to thank the boy later. Certainly under other circumstances it would be a comical site, the boy was practically buried under a pile of the stuff he brought, some of which K’ivan was sure was totally useless at the moment, but the effort was really what mattered.
The fact he could be father to either one of these two made him a bit sad, only because the last time he had a lengthy conversation with X’cer, they had been comparing ages…. And he felt rather old. “Good. Thank you. Miranda’s got the rider. If we need a Healer we’ll call…” Oriekanth lashed out and K’ivan ducked rather than moved anywhere. The dragon’s scream was almost a palpable thing. K’ivan’s was too close to the brown’s wing to get out of the way even if he side stepped. Keeping low with one hand touching the ground for support, he waited for Oriekanth to settle down again. Once the brown was settled, K’ivan straightened up and placed his hand on the patient’s heaving side. “Easy… it’s all right. You’re safe.” Aridron disappeared with a surprised cry as the empathic wave hit the fire-lizard and he got flustered.
Baizynth, find out how Neridath is doing. Help her out if you need to. If Miranda hasn’t already, have her contact the brown to help his rider focus on keeping this dragon calm. It won’t do to have anyone killed, but this is going to be a huge procedure getting all that sutured up. Then contact er… Ja’ryns, rather Zayreth of White Sands, you know him – you met at the dragonhealers’ conference earlier this Turn – and tell him Oriekanth lives. Baizynth did not respond to his rider in any verbal way, he did not need to, such the bond between rider and dragon, K’ivan knew his beloved bronze would take care of it. Although usually he helped keep the dragon patients calm, with other dragons on the scene, and their HAD right here, it seemed better to have Baizynth back off for the time being. Oriekanth would have enough people trying to get his attention.
“All right, keep away from his head. You stay with the legs, and watch out for his claws, they can gut you as easily as you can gut a fish.” He stood up but kept low, hoping to avoid being hit by the wing as it folded again. Then he snagged the bag from Kelynes, and kneeling down, fumbled through it for a specific bottle. “Every limb on a dragon is a potential threat, so just stay as close to his body as possible. It’s harder to hit you there.” He pulled out the bottle and shouldered the relatively heavy satchel. Since he could see Zhay making his way laden with supplies, the small stash in his med-kit would serve him better than Kelynes. Unscrewing the jar, he began to slather the potent smelling ointment on his gloves. Gradually his gloves began red. In a few days the red would fade, but some of it inevitably seeped through to his hands, and some healers’ didn’t even wear gloves. Any healer worth his salt was easy to recognize by the tell-tale stain of redwort on their fingers and palms.
He tossed the jar to Kelynes. “Get some gloves on. The water from the ‘lake is clean enough, get it and wash out the wound as much as possible… we want the ichor to flow. Looks like it already is but he collected some dirt and grit when he crawled on to the shore. Get rid of that, and then use the redwort around the injury to help stave off infection. I’ve got numbweed in my bag, use it all, and just slather it around the non-broken areas of the wound. Try not to get it in the wound, applying it in the wound can be dangerous and…” Zhaymaius arrived just then. For once K’ivan had help, not more than he could handle, but just enough for the job and K’ivan was glad he had not one but two dedicated apprentices who both responded to the situation with solid heads on their shoulders and their wits about them. All that ichor must have been a shock for them both, well perhaps not Kelynes – healers’ son that he was.
“Wow, nice job Zhaymaius. Looks like you brought the whole cavern.” K’ivan grinned, suppressing a chuckle because it wasn’t appropriate but his gratitude was obvious enough in the tone of his voice. “Drop that stuff over there…” He gestured toward some of the nearby boulders. “We’ll get it sorted out when we have a bit more time.” K’ivan turned back to Kelynes to finish his instructions. “Use what’s in my jar, then find whatever strips of cloth, bandages or whatever else Zhay brought and gather them up. We should be back by then. Just have to make sure there’s no other injuries.” Once he found the numbweed jar, he tossed it to Kelynes.
“Right, Kelynes you know what to do. Zhay, you’re with me… First thing is to check to make sure our patient doesn’t have any head injuries.” Trusting the more senior of the apprentices to do what he was tasked, and know what he was doing, he turned and headed back toward Oriekanth’s head, expecting Zhaymaius to follow him.
Baizynth left off speaking to Oriekanth and bespoke Neridath. He is not speaking to me, does he speak to you and yours? He paused a moment to refocus his mind and reached out across the vastness of the globe that was Pern to find the other bronze who he remembered as the slender one with freckles. They had met, and talked and Baizynth knew the younger dragon’s mind well enough to contact him. After all, he had been there when Zayreth-not-his had been made a Master in their Craft. Zayreth? This is Baizynth of Great Cliffs. We have Oriekanth here. He is injured but alive. I do not know how he came to be here, but he is here and K’iv-mine is treating him. Within heartbeats the soft tones of Zayreth replied to him, and Baizynth rumbled. All is well. K’ivan nodded. Thank you, Bai. Apprise Dysmeth of the situation now please.
Brought on by a mental command, Aridron appeared, chittering and fluttering around K’ivan’s head. He landed tentatively on a rock. Without turning toward him, K’ivan said aloud. “Ari, go get us some drudges. We need hot water and plenty of cloth, more than we have now… see if you can get two at least. This is going to be a big job, the more grunt workers the three of us have, the better.” The yellowish fire-lizard launched himself off his rock and disappeared.
Seeking out his Weyrwoman, Baizynth sought the young gold's mind and told her the details of what was transpiring. Though it was impossible for her to have missed the loud screams of a stranger at the Weyr, she did not yet know who it was that was visiting and why. Dysmeth? The dragon that crashed at the Weyrlakes is Oriekanth of White Sands. His rider is here but injured, he too is injured but alive. K'iv-mine does not think him in any danger but there may be internal damage he has not found yet. As he had before, Baizynth informed K'ivan that the task was complete and K'ivan sent him a simple thanks. The dragon knew how important he was and how much he was appreciated.
"Zhay you have fire-lizards right? Think one of them would be up for delivering a message? Get some hide and I'll scribble a message to the healers' and our drudges." By 'our drudges' he meant the two he had managed to get assigned to the healers' cavern. After Zhaymaius had officially become his apprentice, K'ivan missed having a drudge 'on-call' as it were. So after some discussion they wound up with two! "We're going to need the injured dragons' weyr cleaned up and made ready for a guest... Oriekanth isn't going anywhere for a while, and if he can be moved - or walk - after we're done, then he'll need a place to sleep."
