Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jan 16, 2014 0:49:23 GMT -8
Instinct remains. The trained responses of muscle are almost impossible to get rid of. The Healers said not to push things, said that full recovery would take time. However, there were things they didn’t know. Things Kel could not tell them. He was here, at this Weyr, because someone had asked it of him, someone to whom he owed an enormous debt, and that someone didn’t want him talking about it. Oh, and his head was throbbing and hurt. A lot.
Someone groaned. It wasn’t until Kel heard footsteps — Faranth, had these people never heard of walking quietly — that he realized he was the one groaning.
“K’rad, K’rad, you need to get up.”
Touch. Response was immediate and without thought. Fortunately for the Healer, Kel really wasn’t feeling good, so the blow lacked any real force. Instinct and muscle memory were, after all, unimpaired. A pause, then Kel was standing. He was tired — exhausted — his head hurt, and he wanted, no, needed, to walk. Unfortunately, he managed to bump into someone on entering the hall.
“You should be coming to the Aerie more often.” Cr’wean stared suspiciously down at Cyanee who frowned before breaking into a fit of coughing. They were walking down some of the many halls in the Aerie, and they both knew them pretty well.
“I come about as often as they can do anything for. Coming any more often would just waste everyone’s time.” The Bluerider stifled another cough as she looked up at the curly haired man. Cr’wean just looked even less pleased and Cyan sighed. “Come on, I am here now, you can’t possibly complain about that.”
But he could try.
“Was that a challenge?” He spoke humorlessly but Cyanee laughed quick as anything. Cr’wean turned red at that, and was about to open his mouth when suddenly someone zipped out of a room and ran into him.
“Are you okay?” Cyan spoke first, which was merciful, because her brother wasn’t in the mood to play nice. However, as it was, he shut up and inspected the person who had bumped him. He didn’t look entirely coherent. It was going to take more than a quick look to figure out if it was just a sleepy patient or something more. Cyan observed her brother and put on a smile. She was about to speak again when she went into a fit of coughing, which Cr’wean used to check the room behind him and observed the Lifewing rider reeling.
“What happened here?” Cyan jumped at the serious tone he used at that. What happened where?
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jan 16, 2014 22:12:20 GMT -8
Kel stepped backward, settling his weight on the balls of his feet and glancing up at the face and brown eyes of the man he’d just bumped into. The motion sent a stabbing ache through his head, an ache which sharply intensified when he turned his head slightly at the sound of a woman’s voice.
“Are you okay?”
The woman’s dark eyes were concerned. The man… the man was watching, analyzing. There was something else, but Kel’s head hurt. It had been too long; he needed to answer the woman. “I’m alright,” he said.
The woman glanced at the man and smiled. Kel’s lips twitched in response. The woman opened her mouth, and started coughing. Kel started to step forward, perhaps to pat her back, but was drawn up short when the man spoke.
“What happened here?”
Kel flinched inwardly at the tone. This was not a happy person.
“He said I needed to get up, I decided to go for a walk,” Kel scarcely recognized his own voice, it was so slow and soft.
Kel? Like Kel’s, the voice was slow, tired and carrying a heaviness.
“Belegurth? He’s okay?” Kel hated having to ask, but all he got from Belegurth was a sense of numbness. He thought someone might have told him, but…
“I touched him and he tried to throw me into the wall. Again.” The Lifewing rider did not sound amused by that. “Oh, and he hit me in the back of the head again too.”
Cr’wean’s eyes narrowed and was about to open his mouth when Cyan grabbed his arm and looked at him critically. He made a small huff but took in one deep breath before talking. Meddling siblings.
“You, kid. Punching out healers isn’t going to get you any friends here, just as a warning.” He stopped at that, for now and spoke to the other healer. “What’s his status? And yours for that matter.” A quick glance had him suspect no permanent injury, but he got hit in the head so he leaned closer to inspect the other healer, checking for concussion.
Cyan leaned over to the strange patient and spoke quietly to him. “My brother should be okay with taking us to where the dragon healing goes on. We can check up on Belegurth there. It’s better than just getting a heads up for how he is doing.” The Bluerider certainly didn’t like being apart from her dragon at all, so she assumed this boy would be too.
“Oi, did you just make me a babysitter?” Cr’wean scowled at Cyanee, who flashed a smile. They looked at each other before Cr’wean mumbled under his breath, “Shard it.” He had to stop spoiling Cyan sometime. However, both he and Cyanee both knew that was not going to happen today.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jan 19, 2014 17:23:36 GMT -8
Kel didn’t react at all to the man’s warning/threat. He didn’t want to be any more memorable than he had to be. Besides, the only thing he could say was that it had been an accident and that he hadn’t known the other man was a Healer at the time he’d struck.
The Healer shrugged. “The boy’s got some concussion going on still. His memory’s not completely back, which is probably how come he tried throwing me, and landed that head blow. I forgot how fast he tends to wake up, and that coupled with him not remembering immediately where he was…” the man sighed. “I’m fine, not but what he probably couldn’t have done more damage save for being tired and still weakened from the LifeWing’s work.”
Despite the pain in his head, and a slight nervousness about the man, if not the woman, Kel was unable to keep a mixture of relief and hope from painting itself across his face at the woman’s offer. He smoothed it away quickly, but it had still been there. Of course the offer didn’t seem to please the man too much.
Kel concentrated on looking small, harmless, and pathetic. It wasn’t hard, shards, even when he was in perfect condition and armed he was small and thin enough to pull it off. Now, thin from inability to eat, his head throbbing like a drum, he could pull it off to perfection — he hoped.
“Please sir,” he said, speaking quietly and slowly in an attempt to appease his head. “I… would really… like to see him.” Another time, the hesitations might have been for effect, now, they were simply a by-product of his head.
“Hmm.” Cr’wean looked at the patient and the other rider for a moment and gave an exasperated sigh. “I can take him off your hands for a bit.” Cyan flashed a smile at Kel and then at her brother. Cr’wean didn’t look that pleased about it, but it wasn’t a bad idea to let a rider at their dragon, if it would calm them down. It also would give less grumpy Lifewing riders a break from exasperating patients. He was always grumpy, so no hope for him anyway. Cyan turned to the boy and motioned.
“Come on, I know the way. Cr’wean will follow.” She started off, somewhat slowly to where they treated the dragons. The Aerie also had spots for non-injured Dragons to stay while their riders underwent treatment. Of course, it wasn’t like Zigbrieth would be there, since she was just going in for something quick. “By the way, I’m Cyanee, of Blue Zigbrieth. Nice to meet you.”
Cr’wean gave a scowl and turned to the Lifewing rider. “I’ll bring him back when he’s done. I’ll alert you if anything changes.” With that he trotted after them, looking every inch the grumpy babysitter. Cyan notice and smiled.
“That’s Cr’wean, he’s my brother. Don’t mind his mood, he’s a really good healer.” Cr’wean scoffed, which just made her smile more. Cyan knew it was true, all sorts of people liked his skill with healing, even if his bedside manner could be a bit lame. Cr’wean thought she didn’t know the first thing about healing (which she didn’t) but she could tell from how others talked to him. Cr’wean was just too pessimist to see it. “You should meet Kiyosh, that’s his Lifewing. She loves people, you’d like her. She is always like ‘Aw, what an adorable human!’ and the like.” Cyan’s imitation had Kiyosh’s voice lower in pitch then her own, with a dramatic swing to it. Cr’wean didn’t think it was quite right, though Kiyosh’s mindvoice did seem to match her low and reedy song. However, Cyanee just continued. “So what color is Belegurth?”
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jan 21, 2014 16:30:10 GMT -8
At first, Kel tried to push the pace, but after a couple strides he was just as glad that the woman chose to walk slower. His balance felt off, and he knew he wasn't walking in a perfectly straight line, though he wasn't able to do anything about it.
Cautious of his head, Kel assayed a nod in response to the woman's introduction. "Kel- K'rad." He let out his breath in an unobtrusive sigh. At least he'd caught himself this time.
He kept about half his attention on what the woman, Cyanee, was saying as they walked. The other half was divided between noting the route and general observation.
"Midnight," he answered, slowing as they neared another cross-corridor. As far as his head was concerned, he'd been walking for miles, though he knew it to have been scarce more than a double handfull of yards.
Another turn, another few feet, and then he could feel Belegurth in front of him. He staggered forward, trying to run, and would have fallen had the Midnight not swung his massive head around to catch him.
Kel clung to his dragon's nose, oblivious, for once, to everything around him. He didn't even notice the scarring that marred the right side of Belegurth's face, neck, chest and shoulder. Even the underside of the Midnight's right wing was scared, though not as badly. The dragon didn't seen to notice, crooning to his rider in obvious relief and joy.
The light conversation didn’t seem to matter so much when they arrived. Cyanee stopped and broke into a wide smile, taking in the warming scene. His dragon, and the rider, both together, she had to say that it warmed her up from the inside out. She quietly watched, not wanting to mar the scene with words. Cr’wean watched, not having quite as grumpy a scowl. He examined their states, the pair of them and left it be. They were okay for the moment. Cr’wean moved to speak with another Lifewing rider, the one who was caring for the Midnight dragon. Just a brief conversation, it seems that they were doing well on this end. Lucky them.
“I’m glad.” Cyanee’s voice was little more than a whisper. She was seriously emotionally dependent on her dragon. Add that with some of her more…unfortunate tendencies she would probably be a wreck if she wasn’t allowed to go to him whenever she wanted to. Lucky the area she was in wasn’t small, just the thought of it would have triggered a panic. With a deep breath she moved a little to the side and watch the pair quietly. She was glad she had come. And then she broke into a coughing fit. Yeah, even with that. She got a stare from Cr’wean at that. She giggled. He wouldn’t want to be around Kel without her, she could just tell. She wasn’t going anywhere yet.