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Post by kayla on Jan 13, 2008 13:07:44 GMT -5
Sheluth was not trying to intimidate the Healer, she was just greatly concerned. Hers was very sick, and it scared Sheluth. She understood that these were here to help Hers, so the young Gold tried to stay out of their way, but that did not make her any less possessive or concerned about the young woman lying on the cot.
After a few moments of the soothing, Neory seemed to respond to Eisu's ministrations. The whimpering and thrashing slowed down, and eventually completely resided until the young woman was once again sleeping peacefully, allowing her body to rest and aid in its own healing.
When Neory stopped thrashing about, Sheluth also visibily relaxed. Her eyes still whirred with concern, but she held herself less tensely, even allowing herself to lay down rather than standing anxiously.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Jan 13, 2008 19:22:55 GMT -5
Thoth grumbled noisily, waking up fully to deal with the upstart brown. The Healers speak of Carriers, and while mind is partially trained, I have never asked. But I know it is true. As for being useless, your Rider could have requested something useful to do. Like making medicine.
M'ren nodded to Eisu's advise about willow bark, and added it the mixture without complaint. He wasn't an actual healer after all.
"My father wanted to make sure I'd never over, or under order Healing supplies." M'ren explained with a shrug. "He gave me enough training in whatever he could."
He shook his head. "She's not good, but with individual attention, and her Dragon, she's going to find more strength than most people can call on." So maybe M'ren believed in Queenriders being forces of Nature- but the ones he'd been around were.
When Neory started to thrash around, M'ren didn't move, allowing the Healer girl to deal with whatever was going on. He hoped she wasn't frightened by the adolescent Gold(who still looked very healthy, thank Faranth). Adding the finally finished tea to water, he let it steep, not bothering to remove the particles of plant- all of his were better if ingested anyway.
"If you can get her to drink this next time she wakes up, it should help." M'ren offered, moving to her side.
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Post by effluo on Jan 16, 2008 16:17:36 GMT -5
Eisu let out a relived sigh as Neory slowly gave in to her attempt to sooth the young woman. Continuing her administrations for a few minutes longer, even after the gold rider feel back into a peaceful sleep Eisu let her eyes wander back to the young queen. Watching the dragon lay down reassured Eisu and she found herself much more relaxed. It would take time for Eisu to be comfortable moving amongst the large creatures – it was one aspect she had not considered when accepting the post at the Weyr; not that the hall would have offered her a second choice.
Taking the cup offered to her from the ranking dragonrider, Eisu smiled and thanked him. Holding it carefully, the healer continued to hold Neory’s hand lightly before finally turning to the man completely. Moving both hands to the cup to warm them (her hands were always cold) she gave the man a better look.
“I don’t believe I remembered to introduce myself.” she said quietly so she wouldn’t disturb the sleeping rider. “My name is Eisu, Journeyman Eisu. And you are?” While Eisu had never been one to think upon the appearance of a man, she did notice the hardened look of his face complete with an imposing nose and steel-like eyes.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Jan 19, 2008 21:46:26 GMT -5
"Pleased to meet you, Journeywoman Eisu." The short man said, giving the illusion of a bow. He didn't look disturbed at her being an actual Healer- he might have been raised a Holder, but he'd also spent most of his life in a feminist Weyr.
"M'ren, Weyrling Master- for now at least." M'ren smiled slightly. He had no false thoughts of staying Weyrling Master- he was a(slightly reformed) drunk, and a Brownrider. Even if they couldn't have Lan'ae, they'd find another Bronzerider to take his place.
He jerked his head toward Neory. "What can we do to make sure she’s okay?" He asked, softly, so that the biggest eared canine couldn't hear him. They couldn't afford to loose her. Not with her Gold, and Elisha needing an assistant.
Sitting down, he looked at her seriously. They’d want to discuss everything now, while Neory was still sleeping. He didn’t want to leave Eisu alone with a fever crazed Dragonrider- they were a strong lot, and though the woman was a good two inches taller than himself, he didn’t know how strong she really was.
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Post by effluo on Jan 20, 2008 9:37:43 GMT -5
Eisu was surprised to find herself feeling an even greater confidence boost than the calming of the gold dragon when the man before her accepted her as a healer so easily. She had been right to push for a post and perhaps she was lucky it had been at a Weyr, even if it was a Weyr located a world away from her sister.
While Eisu was not completely knowledgeable of all the ranks in a Weyr, Weyrling Master was one she did know of. The added on ‘for now at least’ made the young woman give him a curious look, but before she found herself asking about it he jerked his head toward the young woman on the bed and asked about her.
“After watching many of the sick in the infirmary, I’m relieved to see the goldrider in a fever. At least in the youngest of children and the healthiest of adults, their health drastically improves afterwards. I believe if we can keep her through the fever she will be healthy again.”
Moving her hand feel the woman’s forehead with the back of her hand once again, she continued, “Its best not to try to break the fever too soon. If that is done there seems to be a greater risk in them having a second fever far more sever than the first. At the same time if she gets too warm or starts expressing a bad headache we need to break her quickly before the body starts to damage itself.”
“For now, its best to keep her drinking as much as she can stomach when she is awake. The tea would be best, as it would sooth her body, but if she expresses a wish for water that will be fine too. A damp cloth can be put on her head to help regulate her body temperature, but never make it too cold. I believe it’s important her body temperature does not drop too fast.”
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Post by thedreamerlady on Jan 20, 2008 19:24:12 GMT -5
M'ren listened to her instructions, and mentally tried to memorize them. He wouldn't remember them perfectly, but he could at least get them close. He narrowed his eyes, trying to think of any good questions, but couldn't think of any.
Then he fell upon one that was perfect.
"When was the last time you ate something?" M'ren asked, sounding serious. Healers, he knew, had a lovely habit of falling sick after overworking their bodies, and then dying. A perfect waste, if he did say so himself- Dragonriders had dragons who usually kept them from doing that.
"Or slept?"
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Post by effluo on Jan 20, 2008 19:50:13 GMT -5
Eisu blinked in obvious surprise at both his question and the seriousness of his tone as he asked if she had eaten or slept. Opening her mouth to tell him she was not silly enough to forget her own health it dawned on her that she really didn’t remember the last time she had eaten. Didn’t she have something this morning before going to the Infirmary? Ah, that’s right – she had been woken out of bed well before the sun rose by a frantic mother and her sick son.
Closing her mouth, she felt her face warm as she moved her eyes back to the young woman on the bed so she wouldn’t have to admit her own mistake while facing the stone faced man.
“I slept enough last night, but I must admit food would be welcome. I have not eaten yet today. There has been too much to do.”
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Post by thedreamerlady on Jan 20, 2008 21:59:40 GMT -5
M'ren shook his head, and chuckled. "Healers- all the same." He told her, mock serious- though, he probably looked completely serious.
He stood, in a quick short motion, and hunted around the room for a second, before find the sack the medicine had come in with- as he suspected, it had various types of room temperature food.
Pulling out the rolls, and several unsliced vegetables, M'ren passed them to her. "We need to keep your strength up. I'm not skilled enough to take care of two patients at the same time."
He himself snagged a orange vegetable. They tasted extra good when he was slightly wore out- right now would classify as slightly wore out.
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Post by effluo on Jan 20, 2008 22:14:37 GMT -5
Eisu, despite his chuckle, couldn’t help but turn back to M’ren surprised as he commented on healers. He didn’t look like it was a joke and for a moment she wondered if the man was always so serious. Then again with a sick gold rider, it was understandable that he would be so stern.
The Healer knew she needed to take care of herself even if she got distracted at times and took the offered food, putting the tea cup she had been holding down on the table drawn up near the bed. Taking one of the rolls, she broke off a small piece and chewed it completely before swallowing.
“We should save some for Neory. Its hard to tell when she might wake up with enough energy for food, it would be good to keep some on hand.” Even so, she broke off another small piece of the roll and ate it. “Thank you.” She added.
The roll tasted good and her stomach gave a small growl telling her it would take more than a roll before it would be satisfied. It was enough to jog her memory, however, of a small ball of fur she had not yet had the chance to check up on. Standing up rather suddenly she bumped her knee on the table.
“Oh no – oww.” Sucking in a bit of breath, she rubbed her knee.
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Post by kayla on Jan 21, 2008 16:17:21 GMT -5
The youngh Gold dragon started keening at the same time the rest of the dragons in the weyr began to mourn the loss of the older Queen dragon, and her Rider. Any who had been around the weyr would know that it was the mourning, nothing that would threaten the ones who were tending to Sheluth's Rider.
The keening woke the young, still fevered woman, and she whimpered. Her mouth was dry, but she managed to croak out "Marisol." She wasn't aware enough for more than that, to grieve the loss of the woman who had meant much to her, though only recently. Or the unfairness of having been allowed to tend to the woman and her grandson the first go around. A tear did escape down her cheek.
Then she realized she was thirsty. Very, very thirsty. "Water?" She was vaguely aware that there were people there. Someone had given her something to drink earlier. And someone had soothed her. She was not really aware of what was going on, but she knew that someone was taking care of her. She just hoped that they would notice she was awake and hear her request for water.
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Post by brimstone81 on Jan 21, 2008 17:14:54 GMT -5
Oberonth contacted Sheluth first after his keening for Beynath and Hers has stopped. He spoke softly, unsure if the growing gold would be too anxious to answer him, speaking not so well rehearsed lines fed to him by L'sander, Queen Sheluth? Mine wishes to cheer up yours. He comes now, not with the . . . intention . . . of harming hers, but to make her smile. He says it is of . . . utter. . . importance. Mine says, to please not be . . . upset with him. Unfortunatly it took him so long to spit out that, he did not have a chance to contact any one elses' dragon (Like M'ren's Thoth,) to warn them of his coming.
L'sander remembered once when his brother was sick, it was three turns before he left for the Weyr, and his brother was very young, well about seven turns old. He remembered spending visits with Bandre trying to make him laugh. His brother had been interested in music, and well, L'sander had no musical talent whatsoever. So, like any big brother would do, he embarassed himself. He took his brother's little guitar, and strummed random, and not to mention terrible, chords and sang whatever words popped into his head. It was certainly comical, and made Bandre laugh uncontrollably, even cheered. The boy had gotten better, and they had good times reminicing for turns afterwards. He missed his brother a little bit. Even his sisters, especially Nevadra.
To come to his point, he figured his new friend Neory would like a little cheering, so he borrowed a guitar from one of his rider friends (a bluerider, who had come from Harper Hall), and made his way up to where Neory was laid. He told Oberonth to warn Sheluth and the others he was coming, so not to upset anyone, especially a nervous queen. Oberonth, like many dragons, didn't remember every thing in detail what L'sander said, so the bronze asked him to help. L'sander had to feed him the words. Queen Sheluth, L'sander wishes to cheer up yours. Tell her I'm coming now, and that I have no intention of harming Neory. Intention. Yes. Intention. I just want to make her smile. Yes it help sick people, you silly creature. Tell her that it is in utter importance that I come. Ask her not to be upset. Okay? Okay, Mine, I told her. Great.
He walked in and saw that she was awake, and smiled softly. He saw the others a healer, and the brownrider M'ren. "If you please, I only mean to cheer m'lady here." As some one, probably a guard to make sure no one would further harm the goldrider, stepped towards hime, he put a hand out, "Woah, woah, big fella. I just wanna play," And he played a very sour note, "There we go."
He played quickly as the guard advanced up on him, and probably the other people would be mad too. Didn't you tell M'ren's dragon- Oops. No. I guess I might have forgotten. Shards! He smiled and sang to the tune of The Golden Egg of Faranth:
"By the golden egg of Adeloth
Was Impressed Neory, wise and true,
Bred was a flight of bronze and brown wings,
Adeloth clutched green and blue,
But soon as Sheluth was hatched,
Eyes would all fall to you.
Never was a woman and dragon so fully matched."
His last note went sour as someone grabbed him and started to dragon him out. He didn't hear the warnings issued to remove himself. L'sander was singing too loudly and obnoxiously to hear. He squirmed to see over the man's shoulder and winked at Neory. He shouted as he was being shoved out, "Get well soon, Queenie!"
(exit L'sander, stage left.)
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Post by kayla on Jan 21, 2008 17:30:26 GMT -5
Neory was not fully there, not enough to fully understand what it was that L'sander was singing. It had taken her a moment to even realize it was L'sander. In fact, it was only because of Sheluth that Neory realized it.
Oberonth's is coming to cheer you. He seems to think it will make you feel better. I hope his is right.
Even that did not fully register with the Gold Rider, but it was enough when she heard the horrid, but amusing, singing to at least realize that it was L'sander. She was too weak to laugh, but she did crack a small smile. The bit of amusement distracted her momentarily, but she was still thirsty.
After only a moment she asked again "Water?" This time, her voice was just the tiniest bit stronger.
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Post by jerith on Jan 22, 2008 22:58:29 GMT -5
Gliath sent a call to Sheluth;
Gold Sheluth, how is yours doing? Mine has been...worried.
It didn't seem like much, but it carried a great deal of concern and worry. J'ren had just seen Neory right before she had gotten sick. They had been up talking in the hall, and she had seemed fine.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Jan 26, 2008 2:01:09 GMT -5
M'ren, looked like he was about to murder something when L'sander traipsed through the sickroom. What an idiot- he'd have the man written up by the Weyrwoman, or the Weyrleader- or perhaps even his Wingleader. No one could expect to remain unscathed after doing something so idiotic.
Bronzeriders really shouldn't be such be idiots.
Hearing Neory's request for water, he stood, taking his tea with him. Sitting down next to the weak girl, he held up the glass to her lips. (I would imply that he was holding her up, but I'm not gonna power play).
"Eisu." M'ren said when Neory appeared to be finished, and he'd started to move away. "I hope you realize that our Riders are usually that foolish. He'll be dealt with later."
Why he felt obligated to say something wasn't clear, but he did. The Healer Lady shouldn't have to bad of a view of the Weyr.
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Post by prissy on Jan 27, 2008 4:36:57 GMT -5
Xanuth was flustered but that was beyond the point, he snorted and turned to comfort His who was also wondering what was going to happen to him now that he was in trouble. Sh'tan was also a good kid but he still felt as though he was useless but he would in time be punished as any who did something stupid.
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