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12.Nov.12, 01:28 AM
Talian didn't know the ins and outs of dragonrider life, but he knew enough to know that a flight with someone like S'kef was bad. When Talian heard the news, he cringed. People all over the healer hall were talking about it within minutes, leaving Talian was an overwhelming sense of pity and grief. He knew S'kef was a cruel man, a monster who took pleasure in lashings and kept that abberation J'ver latched to his hip. Of course, knowing B'jin's history with the man only made it worse. S'kef was B'jin's J'ver.
When Larrikith arrived, Talian has wordlessly gone outside to tend to her. He was no dragonhealer, but he could apply numbweed and do some light first aid to make her feel better. Tal knew flights could get rough, but he was appalled by the damage to the poor little green. He frowned in pity and reached out, greeting her soft nose with one trembling hand.
"Poor baby," he said with uncharacteristic softness as he ran his hand down her snout. He'd taken to the green over the past few months, even since the trio's tearful night under the stars. Talian understood both Bjin and Larrikith a good deal better after that day, and he imagined they understood him better as well. They certainly acted like it, and Talian no longer feared that the dragon harbored some sort of secret hatred for him and would attack him at any provocation. He no longer cringed when she spoke to him. He even stroked her fairly regularly, though he still hadn't consented to riding her again.
This broke his heart. The young man could only imagine how bad B'jin had it if the poor green was tattered this badly! "It'll be okay," Talian said soothingly as he went about the slow and meticulous task of tending to her. He didn't dare work carelessly or too quickly, as he'd never treated a dragon before, and he wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Time wore on as he diligently cleaned and closed the wounds, liberally applying numbweed to the wounds to ward the pain away. He would warn B'jin, of course, though ocne it was dried the threat of his allergy should be past.
"Poor girl," Talian said at length, looking over his word and sighing. It had been quite a while, hadn't it? The sun had gone down! And yet B'jin was not free?
He will call us
Tal nodded slowly. He didn't relate to B'jin's odd desire to be alone after a bad event, but he could respect it. The boy sat down in the grass beside Larrikith and leaned against her stomach. "I'm worried about him," he said, his stomach cramping in anxiety as he thought of the terrifying situation his father must have just suffered through.
It was easy to imagine. Talian simply replaced B'jin with himself and S'kef with J'ver before letting his mind run wild. It was gut-wrenching. Talian could feel his own spine tingling in remembrance, made worse by the knowledge that his poor father had just suffered the same. No, it wasn't even the same...it was worse! B'jin had gone through it twice before! Why was fate so cruel as to make him endure it a third time!? And by no fault of his own?
The healer wallowed in his misery for a while, idly stroking Larrikith's side with one hand and trying to tear his thoughts away from his father's situation and his own past. He was more worried about B'jin than himself, but having both on his mind made it even harder to get past, for it meant he related all too well to the pain that must have been inflicted.
He was roused suddenly when Larrikith became agitated. Talian sat up abruptly, eyes widening and chest tightening as he sensed the fear rolling off of the little dragon. "Larrikith?" he asked. He felt his blood run cold at her words. Drowning? He may drown? His heart dropped into his innards and his muscled tightened as he felt her fear coursing through him more readily. It was morbidly transfixing and utterly terrifying.
Before he knew what he was doing, he shot to his feet. "Larrikith!" he hissed through his teeth, tawny eyes widening with fear before being clouded by intensity and determination. He didn't notice the perfect stillness in his hands as he pressed them against her. "...Take me to him!" I'll save him. Don't worry! I trust you. The young man closed his eyes and held his breath, forcing all images out of his mind as Larrikith took them between.
It was a horrible sensation, and for a couple moments Talian had to ward away the fear that Larrikith had tossed him aside to perish in the cold. He gasped in relief as they reappeared, his lungs full of air and his feet safely on the ground. Without saying anything else, the healer took off inside, feet racing faster than he knew they could, even though his knees were like jelly.
Talian burst through the door. "Move!" he roared fiercely, colliding with R'nd's side and reaching out to grab the greenrider. Why hadn't this idiot pulled him out of the water?!
Talian heaved, summoning all of the strength in his thin little body to pull B'jin out of the water. Thankfully, R'nd helped. Talian's eyes flashed to the man, mistrust but a hint of thanks showing as he pulled the greenrider out onto his back. Talian sprang to B'jin's side and placed his fingers to the man's neck, searching for a pulse.
"No pulse," Talian breathed. Not on his his life! He scowled and lifted his hand, striking B'jin's chest one solid time before feeling again. "Shards!" he growled. No sharding pulse! He placed both hands on the man's chest this time and began a series of light compressions. He would worry about breathing in a moment; people could recover from a couple minutes without air, and there should be air in B'jin's blood..getting his heart going was more important.
Talian counted raggedly as he worked, his own heart racing. "5...6...7...8...9...10..." he panted lightly before feeling for the pulse again. He felt a faint flutter. He gasped in relief and continued, counting out two more sets of ten before he moved to B'jin's mouth. "Come on, Dad!" Tal whispered before placing his mouth over B'jin's. The healer breathed into the greenrider's body once before he felt a quiver. It was working! Talian gasped and went down to repeat the action, heart still pounding.
When Larrikith arrived, Talian has wordlessly gone outside to tend to her. He was no dragonhealer, but he could apply numbweed and do some light first aid to make her feel better. Tal knew flights could get rough, but he was appalled by the damage to the poor little green. He frowned in pity and reached out, greeting her soft nose with one trembling hand.
"Poor baby," he said with uncharacteristic softness as he ran his hand down her snout. He'd taken to the green over the past few months, even since the trio's tearful night under the stars. Talian understood both Bjin and Larrikith a good deal better after that day, and he imagined they understood him better as well. They certainly acted like it, and Talian no longer feared that the dragon harbored some sort of secret hatred for him and would attack him at any provocation. He no longer cringed when she spoke to him. He even stroked her fairly regularly, though he still hadn't consented to riding her again.
This broke his heart. The young man could only imagine how bad B'jin had it if the poor green was tattered this badly! "It'll be okay," Talian said soothingly as he went about the slow and meticulous task of tending to her. He didn't dare work carelessly or too quickly, as he'd never treated a dragon before, and he wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Time wore on as he diligently cleaned and closed the wounds, liberally applying numbweed to the wounds to ward the pain away. He would warn B'jin, of course, though ocne it was dried the threat of his allergy should be past.
"Poor girl," Talian said at length, looking over his word and sighing. It had been quite a while, hadn't it? The sun had gone down! And yet B'jin was not free?
He will call us
Tal nodded slowly. He didn't relate to B'jin's odd desire to be alone after a bad event, but he could respect it. The boy sat down in the grass beside Larrikith and leaned against her stomach. "I'm worried about him," he said, his stomach cramping in anxiety as he thought of the terrifying situation his father must have just suffered through.
It was easy to imagine. Talian simply replaced B'jin with himself and S'kef with J'ver before letting his mind run wild. It was gut-wrenching. Talian could feel his own spine tingling in remembrance, made worse by the knowledge that his poor father had just suffered the same. No, it wasn't even the same...it was worse! B'jin had gone through it twice before! Why was fate so cruel as to make him endure it a third time!? And by no fault of his own?
The healer wallowed in his misery for a while, idly stroking Larrikith's side with one hand and trying to tear his thoughts away from his father's situation and his own past. He was more worried about B'jin than himself, but having both on his mind made it even harder to get past, for it meant he related all too well to the pain that must have been inflicted.
He was roused suddenly when Larrikith became agitated. Talian sat up abruptly, eyes widening and chest tightening as he sensed the fear rolling off of the little dragon. "Larrikith?" he asked. He felt his blood run cold at her words. Drowning? He may drown? His heart dropped into his innards and his muscled tightened as he felt her fear coursing through him more readily. It was morbidly transfixing and utterly terrifying.
Before he knew what he was doing, he shot to his feet. "Larrikith!" he hissed through his teeth, tawny eyes widening with fear before being clouded by intensity and determination. He didn't notice the perfect stillness in his hands as he pressed them against her. "...Take me to him!" I'll save him. Don't worry! I trust you. The young man closed his eyes and held his breath, forcing all images out of his mind as Larrikith took them between.
It was a horrible sensation, and for a couple moments Talian had to ward away the fear that Larrikith had tossed him aside to perish in the cold. He gasped in relief as they reappeared, his lungs full of air and his feet safely on the ground. Without saying anything else, the healer took off inside, feet racing faster than he knew they could, even though his knees were like jelly.
Talian burst through the door. "Move!" he roared fiercely, colliding with R'nd's side and reaching out to grab the greenrider. Why hadn't this idiot pulled him out of the water?!
Talian heaved, summoning all of the strength in his thin little body to pull B'jin out of the water. Thankfully, R'nd helped. Talian's eyes flashed to the man, mistrust but a hint of thanks showing as he pulled the greenrider out onto his back. Talian sprang to B'jin's side and placed his fingers to the man's neck, searching for a pulse.
"No pulse," Talian breathed. Not on his his life! He scowled and lifted his hand, striking B'jin's chest one solid time before feeling again. "Shards!" he growled. No sharding pulse! He placed both hands on the man's chest this time and began a series of light compressions. He would worry about breathing in a moment; people could recover from a couple minutes without air, and there should be air in B'jin's blood..getting his heart going was more important.
Talian counted raggedly as he worked, his own heart racing. "5...6...7...8...9...10..." he panted lightly before feeling for the pulse again. He felt a faint flutter. He gasped in relief and continued, counting out two more sets of ten before he moved to B'jin's mouth. "Come on, Dad!" Tal whispered before placing his mouth over B'jin's. The healer breathed into the greenrider's body once before he felt a quiver. It was working! Talian gasped and went down to repeat the action, heart still pounding.
