Post by phlysolo on Mar 3, 2009 13:54:55 GMT -5
Sleep had finally conquered the brownrider, it seemed. Jolyesos leaned down, inspecting his face for a moment and noting the rhythm of his breath. Yes, he was completely out. Digging as carefully as she could so not to slather her good clothes with numbweed, Jo pulled out a small rag from one of her pockets, cleaning off her sullied palms.
Her eyes flickered to the brown, most of his bulk hidden from her point of vision by the green. He was scored, too, was he? Well, if he hadn't complained about it 'til now, it probably wasn't serious. From somewhere next to her, the Weyrwoman moved to tend to the dragon. So should she. Jo knew the basics of dragonhealing, but never got any farther than journeyman status with her knowledge; she'd specialized in something too specific.
"Alright, with the brown being tended to, we need to move him," Jo said, straightening up abruptly. "I'll need that bronzerider who was lingering. He's got the muscle to move him."
Jo looked around for the young man, wanting to gesture him forward. She'd need the help of another strong person to get the man's dead weight into the Weyr's infirmary.
"No offense, dear, but you'll have a flaming time trying to hump his ruck all the way inside. There are no other men-folk around?" She asked, looking around but nonetheless positioning herself at S'aer's feet to haul him by his legs inside. If need be, she could heave some of his weight, though she'd rather prefer not to.
Her eyes flickered to the brown, most of his bulk hidden from her point of vision by the green. He was scored, too, was he? Well, if he hadn't complained about it 'til now, it probably wasn't serious. From somewhere next to her, the Weyrwoman moved to tend to the dragon. So should she. Jo knew the basics of dragonhealing, but never got any farther than journeyman status with her knowledge; she'd specialized in something too specific.
"Alright, with the brown being tended to, we need to move him," Jo said, straightening up abruptly. "I'll need that bronzerider who was lingering. He's got the muscle to move him."
Jo looked around for the young man, wanting to gesture him forward. She'd need the help of another strong person to get the man's dead weight into the Weyr's infirmary.
"No offense, dear, but you'll have a flaming time trying to hump his ruck all the way inside. There are no other men-folk around?" She asked, looking around but nonetheless positioning herself at S'aer's feet to haul him by his legs inside. If need be, she could heave some of his weight, though she'd rather prefer not to.
