A Plea for Help (Rogue Rider Plot)

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A brown dragon appeared above Nyocia's Weyrbowl, popping from between. His chocolate brown hide was easy to see, even against the cloudy sky, where wisps of silvery Thread still lingered, though it had mostly ended by now. It was immediately apparent that this brown was not one of Nyocia's. The dragon bugled loudly, emanating distress. As he circled down towards the bowl, a slumped figure could be seen on top of him, held in place only by the riding straps.

Aeth landed in the Bowl, searching for someone who could help him. The last few moments were still blindingly fresh in his mind; he and his rider had been fighting Thread with the other rogues, far from Nyocia. It was cloudy, and Thread was not as thick as it would have been on a sunny day. Nobody was expecting much trouble.

But suddenly, a large clump of the silvery stuff had hit His on the back, pushing the man forward. Aeth had immediately felt the life ebbing from his Lifemate, and, thinking quickly, had betweened to Nyocia, the only place he could think of that had ready help. Never mind S'aer's reservations about the weyr; Aeth would not let his rider die.

He bugled again. Please, help! My rider is Threadscored! Please! he cried out to the weyr. There was a distressed noise from the brown's back, and a small Kagen appeared, leaping down. The brown snorted at the little creature. He supposed it was good luck that His had wanted to bring Scorch with them - otherwise, the Kagen would have been left behind, and Aeth had to admit - he liked the Flame. Almost at the same time, a screeching firelizard appeared in the air. She whirled around in the air, screaming with all her might, before settling down beside the half-conscious S'aer, crooning worriedly. Leaf pressed her face down to her owner's, and flared her green wings worriedly.

S'aer would have been unconscious by now - should have been, but the cold of between had jerked him awake. He felt agony pulsing through him, his back especially, and was only dimly aware of the world around him. He could feel Aeth below him, and heard a ferocious screeching that could only be Leaf; the noise sent a lance of pain through his head. He tried to life his head and failed; it hurt too much. He felt as if his entire back had been burned off. Delirious, he tried to speak, but couldn't get the words out. Aeth's soothing voice entered his head, for which S'aer was grateful. It was good to know that he was not alone, now. Be calm, S'aerMine. We are at Nyocia. Help comes. In truth the dragon was not at all sure help was coming, but in S'aer's state, he could not tell, and drifted towards unconsciousness as his brown's words soothed him.

Meanwhile, Aeth bugled again, desperate for help. He was normally the most calm of dragons, but...if his should die...he could not bear the thought of it. Please!

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Nayarath snorted, her head swinging upwards, as she noticed a frantic-looking Brown appear over the Wery Bowl, soon followed by a loud bugle. There was a queen on the Sands! What was he thinking, making all that noise and showing fright? Nothing was going on. That's not one of ours, Mine.

What? Kora looked up from scrubbing her great Gold's red-tinged shoulder. Not one of ours? Looking now, no, she didn't recognize that Brown. And who was that on its back? Whoever the rider was, he wasn't riding well, slumped over like that.

Not from Nyocia, obviously. Nayarath folded her legs, dropping into the water and rinsing herself off without a thought towards her rider, and then started out of the lake. Her eyes whirled briefly with a worried yellow as she heard the Brown's plea for help. Threadscored? No one is fighting Thread today. She spoke to the Brown. It wasn't falling anywhere important. After quickly relaying the message to Kora, Nayarath loped to near where the Brown was landing.

Shards! Wait up Nayarath! The dragon couldn't help anything! Call Nixsha!

Nayarath gave her head an irritated toss, but did as her rider commanded. MasterHealer? Come to the Weyr Bowl. Quickly. At least it wasn't any trouble speaking to her.

Kora, meanwhile, rushed to the Brown's side. "What happened?" Only a little behind, Kora's fire-lizards squealed at the Green, bothered by her screaming. Nayarath hushed the little pair with a glare. Squeak came up behind Kora's foot and peeked around it, immediately on guard because of the unknown Flame. The Granite was nervous enough already, a more dominant male wasn't going to do much to bring him out of his shell.

"Oh Faranth..." Kora's eyes widened as she looked over the rider. The horrendous scale of this score was immediately obvious, hopefully Nixsha would hurry. Kora knew some about healing, but she was nowhere near the MasterHealer's skill.

Nayarath, meanwhile, tried to calm the frantic Brown. Our MasterHealer is coming, she assured him. And Mine will help yours too. What happened?

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Aeth's head whipped around as another dragon spoke to him, and a moment later a Gold came into view. Mine was. And the others in our group, he told her bluntly. He wondered briefly what the others were doing. He'd disappeared between almost immediately, but they would know what happebed; at least one rider or dragon would have seen them. But now, S'aer was the most important thing.

The brown swung his head towards the rider who spoke, eyes whirling in shades of yellow and red. We were fighting Thread with the rest in our group - we have not lived in a weyr for five years; you would call us rogues. Mine got hit by Thread from behind, and I brought him right here. He needs help... he trailed off, silently begging them. He was relieved when the Gold assured them the MasterHealer was coming. Nothing so bad as this has ever happened he mewed, craning his neck to look at S'aer again.

On the brownrider's shoulder, Leaf hissed at the other firelizards, daring them to come any closer to their owner. Flame, for once, payed no attention to the Granite, merely nuzzling S'aer before glancing up at the Goldrider imploringly. His whole body was rigid with shock and fear, while he pulled back his orange ears in a frightened way.

S'aer heard voices. One of them was Aeth's...but the brown wasn't talking to him. Who was he talking to? The rogue heard...a woman's voice. Where was he? Aeth had said Nyocia - but they never came to Nyocia! What were they doing here? Confusion clouded his brian as pain lanced up his back when he tried to move. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn't - he had to know what was going on. He managed to pry his eyes open, and blinked in the light, even in the overcast day. There was a Gold here, and a rider - along with some firelizards and a Kagen. S'aer blinked, trying to get the world to stay still long enough for him to see her shoulder-knots. Weyrwoman.

He had to talk. He had to say something! He had to speak to...someone. Where were his friends, his fellow rogues? They should be here! S'aer opened his mouth, relieved that it did not hurt so much to move his head and such parts as to move any part of his body connected to his back - it felt like it was on fire. The brownrider managed to croak, "Aeth? What...happened?"

But that was too much for him. A wave of blackness washed over him, obliterating the pain, and he welcomed it.

[Jenth]

A pop dropped a green speck into the sky, hovering for only a second before plummeting into a streak straight down. The move was considered dangerous even by the most seasoned of riders, but the green showed no sign of pulling up till nearly the point of no return. The green dragon Bugled in distress, despite showing no signs of injury or other as she rushed to Aeth’s side.

Her rider struggled from the harness, dressed for Fall like the brownrider but clutched a woodern case in her hands. Empty firestone sacks still hung on the green’s neck and she started crooning. It wont hurt too, but you need help! It hit you too, and then you were gone, and then we- “Settle down Isaith! It’ll be okay!” A female voice spoke up, the rider trying to rip open her jacket to stop her from sweltering in the heat. The helmet went flying to reveal a face of beauty, even if her hair was dampened slightly in sweat.

“What is wrong with you! He’s obviously hurt and you leave him hanging here!” Knife in hand she sliced through the strapes, underestimating the weight of the now unconscious S’aer and they both nearly fell if Isaith hadn’t been there. “Where’s your healer? What’s taking so long?” Pulling off the brownrider’s gear she opened the case for a jar of numbweed and began smearing over the scoring.

We are helping, Aeth you needn’t come here.

Aeth did right, many have died from wounds like these. There is only so much numbweed can do. Jorindath spoke up, coming to inspect the newcomers with Inolyn not far behind having sent off her firelizards to hurry Nixsha.

Liona, she’s purple! What kind of place is this?!

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A green appeared in the sky, and Aeth sighed with relief upon seeing the pale green hide. Isiath! He'd always liked Isiath, if not her rider so much. He felt better when she settled down beside him.

Isiath's reassuring worried babble helped to calm Aeth, but only then did he realize that his side was aching, as if he had gotten a trace of Thread as well. He hadn't thought of it before, too concerned with S'aer.

S'aer. He felt that his rider was unconscious. Immediately, Aeth became distressed again, worrying for his rider. He watchd concernedly as Liona cut the straps keeping S'aer on the brown's back, and hissed as he almost fell. Leaf was screeching again, determined to fight off these intruders trying to take away her owner. She flew at Liona, not caring that she knew the person, until Aeth snatched her back with his teeth. The green snarled at the brown, but didn't struggle.

Aeth snarled as Isiath told him he needn't have come here. And let my rider die? You know full well that nothing this bad has happened before! Where else could I have gone?

Another voice spoke up and he was grateful for the strange purple dragon's rebuke to Isiath. His teeth were still set into a snarl, growling defiance at any who suggested that he should not have come here to help S'aer - he and Isiath both knew full well that the medicines back at the camp would not have helped the brownrider.

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T'lat and his bronze were following close behind as they wacthed the sence with interst. He wondered what the brown rider was doing here and what his motivations were. T'lat moved to stand next to the purple as Hensth moved behind T'lat. He did not say anything at the moment. He did not fell that he needed to. He wanted to see how this would all play out.

OOC: Sorry it is so short.

[Sparrow]

((Murf... what's happening? I still think we should wait for Ame, the more posts y'all make the more time S'aer has to get worse before Nixsha shows up and helps. *had totally seen Isiath coming in and being a terror after people were there to deal with S'aer* I don't want to kick people out of the thread, but it seems like there should be a plan of some sort... and a Healer. x.o If Ame doesn't show up soon I can always bring Tirasha, but I dunno if we should be posting so much without help there for the badly injured guy.))

[phlysolo]

Perhaps it was pure chance that on the overcast day, Jolyesos had left the sanctuary of the Infirmary for Nyocia's wide open Weyrbowl. The cloudiness of the day was actually quite refreshing compared to the terrible heat the summer had brought. Jo had lived closer to the Northern Continent growing up and in the Turns she spent at the Healer Hall and thus had grown up knowing a much milder summer time. Here at Nyocia, things were dismally hot and exceedingly humid. The summer was the only time she regretted shedding her rank of journeyman and accepting Master at Nyocia Weyr.

As she sat, enjoying the quiet day, she turned her head skyward just as a brown shape flickered literally out of nowhere. At first, she guessed t was a Sweeprider, coming back after a long day's work, but...something was off. The dragon was moving far too slowly, far too carefully to have returned from a simple sweep. Slowly, it descended, allowing Jo to see the position the rider was in. He was drooped over painfully and it was clear even to someone who had as minimal knowledge of dragonriding as Jolyesos that the rider was seriously injured and probably unconscious to be leaning like that.

Jo began her approach towards the landing beast just as the Weyrwoman's queen began to approach the brown. She noted that, getting closer, the dragon didn't look injured at all, but the rider...the rider didn't seem to have any clothing covering his back...Another dragon, a green, appeared out of /between/ moments later , just as the violet Jorindath and her rider hurried to the scene as well.

Shard it, too many people! Where's Nixsha? Jo thought, feeling annoyance bubble up inside of her. Were those riders really so foolish as to move the brownrider around? They could be compounding his injuries! Jo picked up her pace to a full sprint and none-too-carefully moved the rider of a bronze out of her way.

"Excuse me, let me see him," Jolyesos said in her most authoritative voice. "Stand back, everyone clear some space. Move your dragons, they won't be of much help."

Pointing to the greenrider, "Set him down on his stomach - and be careful about it! - so I can see his injuries."

With no time for introductions, she hoped that the ropes on her shoulder and the badge on her chest would be enough to signify her rank and status as a Master Healer herself. This was more of her specialty than Nixsha's in any case. Without barely looking at him, she could see his Threadscore.

[Jenth]

"She's right, T'lat. Lets try and keep everyone else back." Inolyn took the bronzerider's hand and lead him away. Jorindath had taken a step back and was using her large body to create a wall. With two queens on the scene they had no need to worry about inspecting the newcomers.

Liona wanted to glare at the latest person on the scene who was barking orders. In any case, she was not going to tell her dragon to move. It made Aeth feel comfortable, he was an injured dragon worried over his injured rider! Still, while she would make a stand for what was best, treating S'aer was the priority and this woman was a healer. The brown rider would live through this.

Doing as she had been instructed she lay S'aer over into his stomach but cushioned his head in her lap. The little numbweed she had spread around the edges of most the damage and over the shallower burns would help if he was to rouse. It was a mercy that he was unconscious, but Liona wasn't going to let him out of her sight!

Don't worry Aeth, we will get someone to look after you too! Mine will see Your's is well looked after Isaith continued to croon encouragingly

"Weyrwoman, or whoever you are! If your going to stand and gawk you might as well tend to Aeth. It is your job, is it not? Or are you going to leave him in pain?"

[Sparrow]

Nayarath snarled at the new Green and her rider. Yours will not speak to mine like that. Get back. The Gold didn't want so many dragons here in the first place. The Violet and the Bronze? What reason did they have to show up? Both were much too big, they were only in the way. She glowered at them too. All of you move back, actually. Her glare fell extra heavily on Jorindath for a moment- Nayarath wasn't liking Violets at all at the moment- and then she focused on the new Green again. What a nasty piece of work she was, no wonder she didn't live at the Weyr.

Kora was a bit unnerved by everything; she also thought that too many people were showing up and being yelled at by a Greenrider was definitely something new. One of the biggest advantages of being Weyrwoman was that, for the most part, people were too intimidated by Nayarath to dare insult her rider, incompetant as Kora often was. She didn't stop Nayarath from chasing everyone away though, it was probably a good idea to give the injured rider a lot of room from the many very large dragons that had decided to show up, and the frantic Green.

Much to Nayarath's chagrin, Kora made no move to argue with the Greenrider, instead just nodding and approaching Joleysos. It was better to not make things worse by fighting herself. "Do you want some help? Lilac and Soot could help get supplies..." And, of course, she was trained in Healing. But she wasn't going to do anything unless the MasterHealer asked, for the most part, Kora figured she would just be in the way.

Nayarath snorted, wishing that someday her rider would give herself some credit. But there really wasn't much the dragon could do except keep the other dragons back. Tell yours to hush or I'll make her myself, the Gold finally growled at the Green, finally figuring that if Hers wasn't going to do anything about the new pair, Nayarath would. Every word that came out of that woman's mouth had been an insult.

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Aeth's tail flicked agitatedly as more dragons came to watch. Was that all everyone did here - gawk like dimglows while his rider could be dying? He wanted to get all of them away! They were not some petty spectacle at a gather, to be gawked at! The normally calm brown pawed at the ground, feeling his injured rider growing dimmer every passing second.

He was, therefore, most grateful when a human with sense told everyone to get their dragons away. He hissed as Isiath's lay S'aer down on the ground, worried that she was not gentle enough. At elast everyone was backing up. Except Isiath. He was grateful for that, despite what he had hissed at her earlier. He drew comfort from her touch and her words, though he replied shortly, Mine first. I don't care about my injuries. They are not so bad. I want Mine healed first! His voice betrayed his tention, though the words were not completely true - the throbbing of his side had intensified, worse than he made them out to be. But he did not care. He could push the pain away. He just wanted them to help S'aer.

Aeth let out a hostile hiss as the pompous Gold snapped at Isiath, but quickly schooled himself. He was angry and distressed, yes, but to anger the queen would not be good. But still - Isiath's was right. Not about helping him, maybe - that wasn't important. But about doing something! At least the gold had had the sense to move everyone back.

As the Weyrwoman mentioned flitts helping, Leaf, who had been wheeling over S'aer anxiously, looked over, and chirped inquisitively. She wanted to help. She wanted to save her owner. And she didn't want to anger the big brown, because he'd caught her in his teeth once and she didn't want that again. She flew over near the other firelizards, chirping a question. Scorch hopped over too, towards where S'aer was lying on his stomach. The Threadscore was clearly visible, and the Flame Kagen did not like the look of it one bit. He reached down and nuzzled at his owner, mischievouce attitude for once quenched.

At the warmth, the brownrider stirred. There was pain. Hot, burning pain. Covered by a cold numbness - S'aer wasn't sure which was worse. He wanted to know what was going on, but his body just wouldn't respond to him. He could feel the ground under him, and hear voices around him, but distantly, as if he was floating inside a bubble. And gradually the senses faded again.

[phlysolo]

Oh, dragonriders. They were so easily excitable, Jolyesos noted dryly while trying very hard not to snort with disdain. For a culture rooted in combat, all the riders, injured or not, seemed to lack certain professionalism, even Kora. Jo didn't quite know the Weyrwoman on name basis, but even in her youth, Jo would have expected her to be much more forceful and direct with those around her, particularly the rather distraught greenrider. Well, it wouldn't do well to excite the patient anymore, as he was stirring - and probably quite painfully; his dragon wasn't helping matters in the slightest...

Jo knelt down beside the man, carefully reaching down to peel away some of the folds of his jacket. Wherhide was so cumbersome in situations like this, but, without it, he might have surely died. From her position on the ground, she glared up at the group of dragonmen.

"Riders. please, calm yourselves," She said, her gave turning to each of them, lingering on the greenrider. "The brownrider is awakening and, if he does so completely, he will not be a happy camper."

"Settle down or leave - and that is directed mostly to you, young woman," Jo's gaze fell sternly on the greenrider, hoping her rank and the gap in their ages would ease the greenrider enough to listen to her and trust that she was inevitably working for the brownrider's benefit.

"Quickly, now, with the help. I need water - lots of it, numbweed, fellis, and, Faranth, aren't we lucky? I've got some redwort on hand, but I'll need plenty more. Off with them! I need it immediately to try and get him stabilized before we move him. Nixsha will want a look at him as well once I've bandaged him up enough."

She spoke quickly, plainly, and clearly without any shadow of a doubt that her orders would be obeyed instantaneously. With her hands, she tore at the remainders of his wherhide jacket, using her belt knife in other places to saw it off enough to remove all the back from it. Gently, with the skill of a practiced Healer, she also sliced through the tops of his thick pants, needing to ensure that the Score hadn't reached his lower torso and midriff. It wasn't as bad as it looked, thank Faranth. He was going to be badly scarred, probably extremely stiff for the remainder of his days, but he'd live. Of course, she couldn't quite tell just how deeply he'd been Scored, but, time would tell...

[Sparrow]

Nayarath snarled at the Brown when he hissed; she didn't care that his rider was injured, these dragons could not show up at the Weyr begging for help and then be rude to Nayarath. She was plenty capable of putting a stop to any healing going on if she didn't feel this rider deserved it. And with these rude dragons, she was thinking they would all be much better off if the Brown did between.

Nayarath! Kora looked at her dragon with shock. "Don't you dare." She spoke softly, but with a command that she could rarely muster. Aloud, others would know she was warning her dragon about something, and Nayarath would be less likely to ignore it. Sharding dragon.

Nayarath snorted, her eyes whirling yellow, but didn't argue. Kora sighed and looked down at the injured rider, wondering what possibly could have happened to get him that badly injured and why he was fighting Thread in the first place. And he was waking? Shards, that must hurt. Soot chattered to the Green, happy she wanted to help too.

Although both flitters were a little unsettled by Kora's current mood, and the moods of everyone around them, Lilac and Soot listened obediantly as Jolyesos listed supplies and left at Theirs' order. Squeak couldn't between and was much more comfortable at Kora's side, so he continued to watch, nervous as ever.

Lilac appeared with a bucket clutched in her talons, even the little queen wasn't strong enough to carry a lot of water, but there was the lake right there. After Kora took it the Violet disappeared again, they had plenty more to get. Whatever Soot was doing, he was taking his time. Kora headed over to the lake, filled the bucket with water, and returned to Jolyesos' side, just as Soot and Lilac appeared, squabbling over some fellis juice. The Violet wanted to be more helpful, she had probably set Soot up as getting supplies for her to bring back... but then he changed his mind.

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Aeth watched anxiously, feeling His' consciousness stirring. He tried to soothe His, but winced at the pain in S'aer's mind. He wasn't really sure which was best for his rider - consciousness or unconsciousness. But since there was no pain in unconsciousness, Aeth gently turned his rider's mind that way, hoping it would help. If it turned out that this healer-woman needed S'aer to be responsive, then Aeth supposed he could wake him up again. But he wanted his rider to be as peaceful and painless as possible.

Aeth wanted to retaliate when the gold snarled, but he held himself back, despite hurt pride. If he returned her hostility, they might refuse to help S'aer. Instead, he coolly ignored her, electing instead to watch as the healer-woman got the hide off of His. He was glad the woman seemed to have some sense, at least, warning the riders to calm down. He didn't, however, like her attitude towards Isiath's. Liona was only trying to help, whether she was going about it the right way or not.

Leaf chattered back to the strange purple flitt for a moment, and then looked to the huan who was now taking the hide off of her owner. The human needed help. Help for her owner. Leaf chirped once, and then betweened. In a minute she was back, struggling with the weight of all the numbweed she could carry in a little basket dangling from her snout. Faranth only knew where she had gotten it. The little green flew haltingly over to the human, and dropped her load - gently - to the ground, before settling down beside her owner, eyes whirling with agitation.

Scorch flicked an ear at Leaf as if thanking her; the Kagen could not go between, but he could, at least, watch over his owner. He nuzzles S'aer again, gentler, trying to get his owner to move. There was a short warning hiss from the Brown One, and Scorch looked around, abashed. He was not to wake S'aer? Not sure what to do now, the Flame hopped backa pace, allowing the human room to tend to his owner, watching closely all the time.

[Jenth]

"Why aren't we trying to move him inside, instead of dragging everything out here? Wouldn't it be cleaner, more comfortable?" Liona asked the healer, trying to be calm about it for the first time. S'aer was getting the help he needed, it didn't feel like he was getting it properly but he was getting it. Gentle fingers brushed through his hair, if he was concious it might be comforting for him but for now it was comforting her. She just wanted him to be alright....

Isaith quietened her crooning to a slight rumble, nuzzling Aeth's neck. It was going too slow, or so Her's thought. Still no one was helping Aeth, so maybe she had to be a little forceful like Liona. Nosing the forgotten box that the greenrider had brought, she managed to push it to Kora. It was full of jars of basic medicines with a few bandages, but concidering the small quanities it was only a first aid kid for humans. please help him, please help Aeth

[Sparrow]

Kora glanced at Jolyesos at the Greenrider's comment, uncertain. In her opinion, they were likely to hurt the rider more trying to move him, but the MasterHealer would know better. If she thought it was better he was moved, she would help. But bad wounds were best treated without being moved around and made worse, right?

Apparently finishing their argument, Lilac and Soot disappeared again, then set up bringing a much smoother line of supplies. Soot chattered to the Green flitt when he could, praising her for bringing such a very large bucket of numbweed; he obviously liked her already. Lilac snorted at him, but was at least happy he wasn't bothering her.

Nayarath stiffened noticably when the Green dragon started nosing a box closer to Kora. The Gold didn't want any part of the smaller female anywhere near Hers. The Weyrwoman gave her dragon another glare, she really didn't think Nayarath needed to be so protective. And on recognizing the contents of the box, there was definitely no reason to be afraid of the dragon. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Although her rider was being polite, Nayarath felt no desire to pass on the Green's message to her rider. She could deal with it herself. Is Aeth injured too? The Brown looked worried, but not particularly injured. And the Green, since she knew him, would be much better for fixing that.

[phlysolo]

A small smile resided on the older woman's face as firelizards brought buckets for water and lots of numbweed. No redwort, but she could make do with what she had until they were able to move the brownrider indoors. Jo peeled back a bit more of obscuring jacket from the man's left shoulder before setting to work covering her hands in the cayenne mixture. This would keep her hands from numbing from the effects of the weed and sterilize them. Her make-shift station organized, Jolyesos prepared to get to work, sparing a glance for the greenrider.

"Don't be daft," She said, chuckling softly at the notion. "If we move him now without treating his wounds for infection and then stabilizing, we could hurt him far worse than he already is. Tell me, do you know what it feels like to have a nice sandy breeze whip over Threadscore? Believe me my dear, it is not pleasant. Plus, think of all the bacteria and germs in the air we breath in even now. Moving him directly would not do any good."

Her patience with the greenrider was rapidly running out, but she didn't exactly have a flaming year to dwell on her. Jo reached for the bucket that Kora had filled with water and gave the Weyrwoman an appreciative smile before pouring the water as gently as she could on the man's back. In several places, his skin hissed audibly, but Jo attributed that to any reminnents of Thread the trip /between/ had missed. With the bucket half empty, she set it down and reached for the basket of numbweed first, hoping to finish with that before moving on to the full bucket. Using her redwort protected hands, she slathered numweed onto him.

"Here now, he'll be just fine," She said, glancing into the basket the green had offered.

Ah-ha, more redwort actually! Jo smirked in triumph and used one of the thick, soft pads made for smearing liquids in the basket to spread the stuff over his back and lower torso.

"With this antiseptic, he won't be subjected to catching any sickness over the next few days," She explained to the crowd, hoping that the greenrider and the brown would calm it down some.

"And, of course, the numbweed, will make any pain he's feeling disappear. As soon as he slips into a nice little sleep, we'll move him," Jolyesos continued, leaning over to survey the man's face. The numbweed should have already taken affect and the protective over coating of redwort would keep him from losing any of it on the trip inside. They wouldn't bandage him up just yet, as numbweed tended to cling to the thick cloth rather than numbing the patient if it was applied too quickly.

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Though the rogue brownrider did not resurface to consciousness as Liona brushed her fingers through his hair, but a soft sigh did escape him at the touch, and his eyelids fluttered, though they did not open. All he was aware of was that someone soft and familiar was near him, and that was enough.

Aeth allowed Isiath to nuzzle him, grateful for the touch. He liked her there; he'd always liked the company of others more than His had...his heart ached to think of their happy moments as S'aer was lying badly injured on the ground in front of him. But not that they seemed to be helping him, now that the worst was over, his side was starting to ache where Thread had hit him, and he hissed involuntarily. For once he did not contradict Isiath as the green pleaded for the others to help him. At least there was help for S'aer...As the Gold asked if he was injured, the brown reluctantly admitted, My side.

Leaf trilled happily when she was praised by the other flitt for helping, but it didn't stop her from appearing worried as she fluttered over her owner, keeping near but out of the way. She watched the healer-woman carefully as she tended to the brownrider, chirping every so often, though is relief or disapproval it was impossible to tell. Even Scorch seemed to understand the need to let the woman do her work, though every so often he would reach out and nuzzle his owner nervously.

Aeth listened closely to the healer-woman;s answer to Liona's question about moving His. He didn't think moving S'aer would be good for the brownrider just now, but he wanted His to be comfortable, somewhere with a bed, and soft things and soothing lights and all the other things humans cared about so much. But he was satisfied enough with the healers answer; he understod tha moving him without treating him first could be...bad. Though the brown still didn't like the lack of patience these people were showing towards Isiath's. Maybe S'aer had been right; maybe they'd all been right. A weyr could be just...trouble.

But the brown relaxed more every time something was done for S'aer, and the healer seemed to be helping him. Maybe things would be okay, the brown thought, as he let out a gusty snort of relief. And maybe a Weyr wasn't so bad. They were ready to help people - even a stranger, a rogue. Maybe things would work out.

A sharp intake of breath could be hurt as S'aer gasped through his teeth when the water hit his burnt back. The icy cold on the unbearably hot was enough to jolt him nearly to consciousness. He was aware of pain, and a strange sizzling sound...someone was pouring water on him, on his back. His back that hurt. It felt as if - the brownrider's mind struggled to find a good simile - as if a thousand red-hot needles had pierced his skin. No, white-hot. But the water, though shocking at first, helped to cool the pain, just a bit. Using the little energy he had, S'aer opened his eyes. He was on his stomach, his head turned to the side, but he could make out two big shapes, one brown, one green, big and blurred in the background, and, much closer, a face he recognized. "Liona..." he breathed.

Something thick was being rubbed onto him. It stung at first, then merely tingled massively, an his brain identified it: numbweed. The tingling was intense, worse than a limb cut off from blood flow, but it muffled the pain. And with time, the buzzing tingle seemed to fade into nothingness.

He couldn't feel his back anymore. It was as if that part of him had just...disappeared. No, it felt as if he'd never had a back to begin with. And even though he hadn't felt the cold numbweed on any other part of him, he couldn't seem to feel anything else either. It confused him. He knew he was on the ground. Wasn't he? He wasn't sure anymore. The world had dissolved into trails of light, and he could no longer make out one shape from another. Everything was just fuzzy lights, pretty...and the brownrider's eyes closed again. His breathing was still rough, uneven, but after a few minutes, that, too, regulated.

Aeth let his head rest on the ground, feeling numb with relief. His would be okay. He was sleeping naturally now, Aeth could feel it. Thank Faranth...he felt the warmth of Isiath by him, and nuzzled her, not sure whether to feel giddy or just plain exhausted. He settled for both. He'll be okay... he murmured to the green beside him.

[Jenth]

Liona felt helpless now, being told what she would have done would have killed her friend. It was a rather sobering situation, becoming quietier and quietier. In truth, she concidered leaving and sending someone else in her place. A bluerider, even another brownrider maybe who might be able to get his voice heard. With a deep sigh, she hung her head and closed her eyes...

When she heard her name she snapped her eyes open in surprise. "S'saer? I'm here! Don't worry, we got you." Liona's voice was so soft and gentle, as if she was a completely different person that had jumped off her dragon snapping orders and demands. With softened features her full beauty was starting to show through as she gently caressed the brownrider's cheek.

Mine thinks so too, she is so relieved! Isaith was also relieved, at least enough to stop her worried ramblings. The green didn't plan on leaving the brown's side, as her rider planned with his though Nayarath's attitude to her was intimidating. She only found courage by sticking close to Aeth, who wasn't afraid of the gold dragon.

[Sparrow]

Although pleased when Jolyesos, in the Gold's translation, basically called the Greenrider stupid, Nayarath snorted and glanced uneasily at Kora when the Brown spoke to her. The Brown says his side is hurt too.

Shards. Everyone so far had been paying much more attention to the injured rider; the dragon had hardly been noticed. His injury couldn't be bad to have been missed for so long though, maybe Kora, or the Greenrider, could tend to it without having to interrupt Jolyesos.

Mine will tend to it if that's alright, Nayarath had to force herself to make her voice sound friendly; she still wasn't particularly eager to help, or have her rider do so. To Kora alone, Nayarath muttered, He'll turn you down. The Greenrider is perfectly capable.

She might want to help move S'aer... They knew each other anyways. Watching a more gentle side show in the Greenrider as she leaned over S'aer, Kora felt a vague pang in her chest. Things hadn't quite worked out with Y'xem, but little things still reminded her of when she thought the Bronzerider had actually liked her.

Lilac chirped and landed on Kora's shoulder, looking forward to a chance to finally take in the situation. Soot landed on Nayarath, not as concerned and more interested in finding out if perching on a Gold would make him look more attractive to females.