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Post by effluo on May 17, 2007 14:09:04 GMT -5
Glepgh jumped from the wagon he had ridden in for the majority of the day now, catching himself on it to steady his legs. After so many years at sea the solid earth felt strange beneath his feet – even after the rocking of the old wagon. Slinging the strap of his single bag over his shoulder, he gently woke the young boy with him and lifted him to his chest.
Hearing the cough rake the little body, Glepgh winced visibly as he wrapped his rather large arms around the little boy. Feeling the boy’s head rest on his shoulder, the sailor spun in a slow circle not at all sure of where he should begin his search for help. Several ideas popped into his head, but mostly what he knew he’d need to do; Find a place to stay, Find a healer, find a way to get food… He didn’t spare time to wonder if what he was doing would turn out only temporary or permanent.
Stepping out of the way of the older men moving to unload the goods from the wagon, the dark sailor decided to move toward the seemingly random people dispersed throughout the courtyard. He’d search out a healer first and worry about the rest later.
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Post by kayla on May 18, 2007 21:15:46 GMT -5
(This is an NPC)
Farla was hurrying through the courtyard. She was late and just knew that she was going to get in trouble for it! Like the children of most of the holders of Fort, her lessons in the traditions were at Harper Hall itself, and the Journeyman Harper currently teaching her age group did not appreciate tardiness. He didn't appreciate much of anything actually. And it was well known that that was because he resented his assignment.
Farla was about to turn 13 turns old, still too young for her parents to be arranging a marriage for her, though she also knew that they were already thinking about possibilities. However, she herself was too young to worry about it. She still enjoyed being a kid, though her mother was a member of Lady Sulia's ladies, and was intent on turning her oldest daughter into a proper lady.
As she was running through the crowded courtyard, she saw a young man carrying a very sick boy. She felt bad for him. Farla decided that she was already late, so it couldn't hurt too much to be later still.
"I bet you're looking for a Healer, aren't you? He looks pretty sick. Follow me, I'll lead you to the Master Healer. He probably won't be able to see you himself, he's busy and all. But he has lots of assistants. Other Masters and some Journeymen and Apprentices. I'm sure someone will be able to see you."
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Post by effluo on May 18, 2007 21:44:15 GMT -5
(((*giggles* thank you Kayla!)))
Glepgh was just frowning at another back turned to him as he approached when he heard a young voice below him. Looking down, the tanned young man found himself looking at a much younger girl. Taking a moment for the words to sink in, when they did the sailor had mixed feelings.
The softer side of him that loved the boy in his arms was happy that someone was willing to help – the harsher half regretting that he would be stuck finding help from a girl. He didn’t have time to let out a scowl, however, as more harsh coughs raked his half brother’s body once more.
“Ya miss. That’d be mighty good of you.” He said, trying his best now to sound either foreign or harsh – barely remembering how to be polite after so many years around sailors.
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Post by kayla on May 18, 2007 21:57:25 GMT -5
She smiled and then would start weaving through the crowds in a very different direction than the one she had been originally heading. She'd get in trouble, but not too much. And even if she did, oh well.
"This way!" She would try to chose a path that would run through the fewest number of people, as she was moving quickly and did not want to lose the man who was not as familiar with Fort as she was. She'd look back over her should from time to time to make sure that he was following her.
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Post by effluo on May 18, 2007 22:06:42 GMT -5
While Glepgh was tall, most of his height was in his torso, not the length of his legs so keeping up with the smaller girl as she weaved through the throng of people was proving to be slightly difficult, but somehow he managed. Bumping into a person, he forgot to apologize as he continued to follow the girl with the small boy in his arms.
“What’s yer name? Geez girl yer gunna get stepped on!” he said a little breathlessly as he sidestepped another person. His short tempter rising despite his attempts. People needed to learn to get out of the way when he was trying to get somewhere. Another fit of coughs worked its magic in cooling his temper enough to not kick a canine out of the way but step over it as he finally caught up to the girl once again.
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Post by kayla on May 18, 2007 22:20:08 GMT -5
"Farla" She called back to him as she deftly wove her way through the crowd. "What's yours? And don't worry about it, I'm used to having to weave through the crowds here. This is Fort after all! Its the biggest busiest hold in all of Pern!" At least that's what she thought. She'd never really been to any other major holds, so she didn't know.
"What's wrong with... your son? He seems to cough a lot. I'm sure the healers can fix him though." She turned back to give him a smile and then deftly dodged someone with a tray of hot rolls and kept going.
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Post by effluo on May 19, 2007 15:36:31 GMT -5
Farla, the darkly tanned man repeated silently in his head in case she’d ever prove worth remembering. He doubted it being a woman and all, but there might come a reason. He’d forget her again as soon as he left port – err the hold. That thought only made him wonder if he’d have a place back on his father’s ship.
“Name’s Glepgh. He’s Nogharn an’ I dunno what’s wrong with him… that’s why I’m here. We ain’t got a healer on our ship.” As he spoke, he followed her in a side step to avoid the hot rolls. He wasn’t sure when exactly they had entered a building – too busy watching the people he was dodging, but when he realized it he hesitated in his step.
“How much farther is the healer?”
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Post by kayla on May 21, 2007 8:07:16 GMT -5
She smiled at him and then dodged around a couple of more people, "Just a little bit further."
"Its nice to meet you Glepgh..." She stumbled over the name some, not sure how to get all the consonants at the end in correctly. "And Nogharn. Sorry that he's sick. I'm sure the healers will have him all better in no time though!"
She turned a corner, "Here it is! The Healers have all been real busy lately, but hopefully someone can help you!"
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Post by effluo on May 21, 2007 16:46:34 GMT -5
Glepgh couldn’t help but shake his head at her stumble over his name. If he actually talked to people more he’d grow use to it, but he rarely met new people leaving the stumble an unfamiliar thing. Even so, at her words, the girl redeemed herself as Glepgh found himself hoping she’d be correct. He didn’t want to think of what would happen to his half-brother if he didn’t get well.
Even as they turned the corner, Glepgh could tell they were at the healers section of the major hold from the smell alone. Finding his nose tickled by the strong smells, the dark sailor sneezed, only once but rather violently having to clutch at the small boy before he dropped him. Sniffing, he looked around before turning back to the younger girl.
“Thanks Farla. I appreciate your help.” Not sure what to do now, he looked around only to find everybody looking rather busy. Frowning he stood there trying to make heads or tails of the people moving about. For the life of him he couldn’t remember which knot signified a healer. Had he really been gone that long?
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Post by brimstone81 on May 23, 2007 23:53:30 GMT -5
Sh'ran had been on search. Adeloth had flown and had been won, and there would be hatching on the sands in no time. (So remember that when your character goes to the Weyr, it is after the flight) The bluerider had been going around to Search, and had permission to look for candidates at Fort. It wasn't every day that he got to go to a Hold beholden to other Weyrs. Aeroth liked to fly and they were soaring above Fort Hold when the blue stated that he felt a candidate below. We are landing, Mine, there is a good one below. Aeroth stated and landed with every grace a blue possessed. The pair wanted to make a good impression after all.
Sh'ran dismounted and looked around. He was not an imposing man, and that perhaps was good in a searchrider. The others with him searched the hold, Sh'ran approached a young man and a girl. Surely not the female. She looks much too young for a queen egg. And Elisha doesn't like young candidates for any hatching. No, the boy. The boy will do well for our purposes. The bluerider always trusted Aeroth, so he spoke, "You, boy, what is your name? I am Sh'ran of Telgar Weyr, rider of blue Aeroth. I was wondering if you were interested in taking a ride?"
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Post by effluo on May 24, 2007 7:26:39 GMT -5
Hearing a voice behind him, Glepgh turned to find himself facing a man in rather heavy looking leathers. Well he didn’t look like a healer… Shifting the sick boy in his arms with the only gentleness he ever gave being that of the boy, Glepgh glanced back at the people in the infirmary.
“A ride? I’m standing in a healers place holding a sick boy and you ask if I want to go for a ride?” Not at all aware at what a rider might be doing offering rides to selected people – or at least having that idea far from his mind, the young man’s voice was a little rough. He was, afterall, worried about Nogharn. It was the rough tone to his voice, however, that made the small boy shift into another series of rather violent coughs and the sailor winced as he held him gently through the storm of them.
Once over, Glepgh sighed and decided if he was going to find any help anywhere he should be civil with everyone. Still not at all thinking of what a rider from, what was it… Telgar Weyr might be doing here at Fort, Glepgh balanced the boy carefully and offered a hand.
“Sorry. Its Glepgh.”
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Post by brimstone81 on Jun 3, 2007 21:31:29 GMT -5
“A ride? I’m standing in a healers place holding a sick boy and you ask if I want to go for a ride?”
It was not exactly the reaction the searchrider was expecting. The bluerider shrugged, "Well if you don't want to come to Telgar, just say so. However my Aeroth tells me you would be a decent candidate." Sh'ran took his hand and shook it in greeting and then smiled in mild amusement, "Glepgh. Hmm, interesting. I wonder what that would shortened to. So, if you are willing to part with the boy- perhaps not immediately- I would take you to stand for a dragon's cluth. Our queen, Adeloth, has clutched and we are on Search. That is, if you would be interested in coming with me and the other Telgar Weyrs."
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Post by effluo on Jun 10, 2007 15:25:23 GMT -5
Even the dark sailor couldn’t help but freeze as the word ‘candidate’ slapped him in the face. Jaw falling slightly agape, Glepgh looked for a moment like all those fish he watched on a daily basis. Finally shaking his head, he dropped the man’s hand and replaced his own on the back of the boy.
“Y-your on search? I thought riders searched younger boys, like apprentices and the sorts. I’m halfway through my nineteenth year, are you sure your searching me?” The young man’s mind raced as his childhood dreams – shared by every boy – flitted through his head for the first time in years, a dream of riding a dragon. Soaring high over the waves of the sea… It was a dream cut short as the boy shifted slightly in his arms.
Nogharn… The man before him had said he was being searched – and what an opportunity it was! But what about Nogharn. He’d have to leave the boy… and with who… Glepgh knew nobody here in Fort and the ship was far to sea already.
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Post by brimstone81 on Jun 13, 2007 18:26:19 GMT -5
"Yes, I am, like I said." Sh'ran was always amused at the amazement on young holdbreds' faces. He supposed being raised in the Weyr he expected to be put on the sands, but these kids looked as if they would not breathe again! "And if you are in your ninteenth turn I suggest you stand now before your next birthday. Usually no one Impresses after twenty, there's a few though. But, as I was saying. If you want to leave the kid with family, or friends, or. . . even a healer? . . . We could get going. I think I might get something to drink and eat to give you time to do that and pack. So, is being a candidate to your tastes?"
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Post by effluo on Jun 15, 2007 16:12:00 GMT -5
Glepgh found himself lost among the two choices; a chance – just one – at becoming a dragon rider or doing the responsible thing of turning the man down and looking to finding help for Nogharn. To ride one of those beasts… even now, as he was practicly a grown man the temptation was still there and still beating strong. It was a dream that was bred into every boy on Pern, to soar free in the skies – a person above the rest of the world.
But he was practicly a grown man. He was a sailor and becoming a dragonrider would most likely cut his ties to the sea… the same sea that has raised him for eleven turns now. Not only that, he had promised to find Nogharn help. The boy had no chance of healing out on the sea. And yet… all he had promised was to take the boy to a healer…
Nogharn will be heartbroken.
“O-okay. I’ll go. But what if I don’t impress? Will I still be able to come back?” he asked, his accent a mix of places, heavy from the salty sea air. Glepgh held the currently sleeping boy a little closer wondering if he’d ever forgive him when he woke up to find the ship and Glepgh both gone… to wake up surrounded by strangers… But he could come back. Even if he did impress he’d be able to come back for Nogharn – with a dragon to take him anywhere, no one would argue…
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