30.Mar.12, 07:05 PM
Chaos.
Dragons were screaming all of the Weyr in a manner Talian had only seen once. He shuddered a bit as he thought back on that night, the night Larrikith set the whole Weyr to keening over his impending death. This was similar, but not quite the same. The dragons weren't keening yet. They were screaming in terror. Jada would live.
She had to live.
Tal still didn't give a damn about dragons, but losing patients made him sick. 'Jada the goldrider' was all that mattered to the sick bastards that populated this Weyr, but 'Jada the sweet young lady who protected her wounded classmates' was worth fighting for. The short flight gave Tal time to think and focus while he continually shook and prodded the girl gently, trying to keep her conscious. He gripped her tightly, afraid he might lose her over the side...and his own stomach bucked and roiled in protest simply at the height.
They arrived shortly. Tal thanked the dragonrider that had carried them to the healer hall as they landed and dismounted, again with the rider's help. The rider agreed to carry Jada while Talian ran ahead to make preparations. What did he need?! Immediately, he needed something for her fever.
He burst into the hall and shouted for help. "Emergency! I need a cold bath and first aid for infection!" he called out loudly, not caring who he woke up. His normally weak voice was uncharacteristically powerful as he shifted into his work-minded state, thinking nothing of his own fears and insecurities and only about Jada. He pulled his headband into place and stormed into the first available infirmary room, motioning hastily for the rider to place Jada on the table.
Talian quickly opened the glowbaskets lining the room and pulled a pair of sheepskin gloves on. This was about to turn into a real mess.
Like I said above, more healers and curious onlookers would be amazing. Someone is also welcome to be the helpful dragonrider if they like
Dragons were screaming all of the Weyr in a manner Talian had only seen once. He shuddered a bit as he thought back on that night, the night Larrikith set the whole Weyr to keening over his impending death. This was similar, but not quite the same. The dragons weren't keening yet. They were screaming in terror. Jada would live.
She had to live.
Tal still didn't give a damn about dragons, but losing patients made him sick. 'Jada the goldrider' was all that mattered to the sick bastards that populated this Weyr, but 'Jada the sweet young lady who protected her wounded classmates' was worth fighting for. The short flight gave Tal time to think and focus while he continually shook and prodded the girl gently, trying to keep her conscious. He gripped her tightly, afraid he might lose her over the side...and his own stomach bucked and roiled in protest simply at the height.
They arrived shortly. Tal thanked the dragonrider that had carried them to the healer hall as they landed and dismounted, again with the rider's help. The rider agreed to carry Jada while Talian ran ahead to make preparations. What did he need?! Immediately, he needed something for her fever.
He burst into the hall and shouted for help. "Emergency! I need a cold bath and first aid for infection!" he called out loudly, not caring who he woke up. His normally weak voice was uncharacteristically powerful as he shifted into his work-minded state, thinking nothing of his own fears and insecurities and only about Jada. He pulled his headband into place and stormed into the first available infirmary room, motioning hastily for the rider to place Jada on the table.
Talian quickly opened the glowbaskets lining the room and pulled a pair of sheepskin gloves on. This was about to turn into a real mess.
Like I said above, more healers and curious onlookers would be amazing. Someone is also welcome to be the helpful dragonrider if they like