01.Feb.21, 12:15 AM
L’gan had been with Erebuth, checking on the blue’s pain and trying to get him through some simple exercises when Semath relayed an alarming request from Aradissicath. Apparently there were several injuries on the Sands during the Touching, and he excused himself hurriedly. Semath flew him to a closer weyr instead of directly to the Sands, wisely keeping her distance from the commotion.
Sprinting down the hall he caught sight of the frantic Candidates already starting to rush out from the cavern, and quickly checked in with the Weyrlingmaster’s assistant for an idea of the situation. The Weyrlingmaster was still inside apparently, working on carefully getting the others out while Cazan and Aradissicath tried to calm Malvayth down. Composing himself carefully, he slipped inside, taking careful note of where Malvayth was and giving her and her eggs a wide berth. He thought he saw a cracked shell near the gold, but clearly she wasn’t going to allow anyone near, so instead he focused his attention on any human injuries.
Someone was already taking care of a candidate who had been raked by her claws, but they had it well in hand, so L’gan looked for someone else to help. He saw one of the young men--Fediletch?--off to the side with Mylorah, his robes soaked in something and clutching at his arm. Judging by the state of his robes, he’d probably been the unlucky fool who’d crushed the egg that set the queen off, but there would be time to figure out what happened later. Moving quickly but deliberately toward the pair, he focused on projecting a calm and non-threatening presence to the upset gold, till he was by their side.
L’gan crouched next to him, giving him a very brief once-over--the shoulder was clearly dislocated, but he wasn’t bleeding and didn’t seem to have any other major injuries. “It’s Fediletch, right? Are you able to stand up? We need to get off the Sands; Mylorah and I can help you. All right?”
Sprinting down the hall he caught sight of the frantic Candidates already starting to rush out from the cavern, and quickly checked in with the Weyrlingmaster’s assistant for an idea of the situation. The Weyrlingmaster was still inside apparently, working on carefully getting the others out while Cazan and Aradissicath tried to calm Malvayth down. Composing himself carefully, he slipped inside, taking careful note of where Malvayth was and giving her and her eggs a wide berth. He thought he saw a cracked shell near the gold, but clearly she wasn’t going to allow anyone near, so instead he focused his attention on any human injuries.
Someone was already taking care of a candidate who had been raked by her claws, but they had it well in hand, so L’gan looked for someone else to help. He saw one of the young men--Fediletch?--off to the side with Mylorah, his robes soaked in something and clutching at his arm. Judging by the state of his robes, he’d probably been the unlucky fool who’d crushed the egg that set the queen off, but there would be time to figure out what happened later. Moving quickly but deliberately toward the pair, he focused on projecting a calm and non-threatening presence to the upset gold, till he was by their side.
L’gan crouched next to him, giving him a very brief once-over--the shoulder was clearly dislocated, but he wasn’t bleeding and didn’t seem to have any other major injuries. “It’s Fediletch, right? Are you able to stand up? We need to get off the Sands; Mylorah and I can help you. All right?”