... now they must watch their abundance of luxuries fall away, making room for the tools of survival, and witness this time of relative peace wither into the same fears that harper's ballads had warned them about for generations.
 
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PostSubject: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Wed Jul 02, 2014 7:15 am



It was the middle of the night when Galadrieth left her ledge. She would miss flying and hunting for herself. Generally the egg heavy Queen was much less pleasant when she had eggs on the Sands. She became overly aware of other people and tended to get little sleep while guarding her little treasures.

Karene only realized Galadrieth had left when she woke to nurse her son. She should have known. The Queen tended to have a flair for dramatics this time of her cycle. Of course it didn't matter if she was there or not, the Queen was well capable of laying her own eggs without her rider watching.

It was only after nursing her own son that she walked down to the Hatching Caverns. Again, there being little she could do, she sat down  in a chair in the Stands in order to avoid burning her feet. Within minutes she dozed off again, only to wake to a slumbering Gold.

When Galadrieth had finished candlemarks of laboring over her clutch, Karene had been asleep so the Queen rested as well. When she was awoken, she reached out mentally to Taroth, Come and see. You will be very proud. Now that the rider and dragon were awake people were permitted to come and congratulate them and their mates.

Although it seemed the first thing anyone took note of was the beautiful huge Golden shelled egg sitting nearest to Galadrieth herself. She made a habit of guarding it with her large head, eyes swirling red and orange when she felt people were getting a little too close.

The Popular Princess Egg easily draws every eye.  Its glittering golden shell is marked with flowing swirls of cream and pink.  It's clear the dragonet inside will be lovely, given such a shell.  But, of course, what daughter of Galadrieth wouldn't be?  The egg practically emanates confidence and bubbly happiness when one comes near it.  Upon touching the shell, the feeling is intensified and sprinkled with a healthy dose of vanity-- of course _everyone_ wants to touch it, for it is the prettiest by far.

The Chivalrous Cowboy Egg
seems to have stationed itself near the golden egg as if protecting it from the outside world.  The bright orange shell is meant to draw attention away from the glittering swirls.  The dragonet inside exudes confidence that it can stand against anything, as well as pride in its ability to do so.  It can and will do anything it sets its mind to, and nothing will be able to stand in its way.

Not far from the Chivalrous Cowboy Egg, there is group of about five eggs is in what would be seen as the center area of the clutch. Most the eggs are closer together so that they can share in the warmest part of the Sands. This also makes it easier for Galadrieth to turn them, as she does occasionally.

The very central egg is small, with a deep velvety looking blue shell and light blue and gold speckles all over it. The Vivacious Child Egg is nothing if not upbeat. The presence of the dragonet inside is strong with an almost magnetic giddiness. There is an endearing quality to the egg’s pull and one might be reminded of a very happy, energetic and charismatic child.

Within a few inches of the Vivacious Child Egg is a larger, average sized egg.  The Cheerful Casanova Egg seems to have made itself quite at home among the other eggs in the group. The tan egg with mottled browns and turquoise colors swirled around lends one a sense of indescribable freedom of any worry or care. Life is a thrilling game and the dragonet inside is going to see and do everything with this zest for life’s adventures.  

Just a a foot or so to the left of the Vivacious Child Egg is the Nicest Egg in the Weyr. The Nicest Egg in the Weyr emits calm confidence.  The shell is easy on the eye, layered shades of tan, brown, and cream, no one color dominant, and no particular patch catching the gaze over any other.  If one were to touch the shell, one would be able to feel the easy confidence coming from the dragonet inside.  It is clear it wants to speak with everyone who comes near, though it lacks the ability to do so through the shell.

The Good Morning Egg is on the other side of The Vivacious Child Egg, adding to the group of five eggs.  The Good Morning Egg greets everyone near the entrance to the Hatching Sands, its bright sky blue hue suggesting clear skies and happy days.  It emanates a lack of fear and a great deal of positive energy.  Come what may, the dragonet inside this egg is ready to face any obstacle and tackle it head-on.

Farthest from Galadrieth of the small group is The Forgetful Flirt Egg. The outside of the average sized egg is plain and perhaps just a little less eye catching than some of the others around it. The shell is mostly a khaki color with mottling of darker tans and browns. The dragonet inside makes up for it in a fun personality. Emitting a sense of gregarious charm and joy at being touched, the egg can come across as a bit of a tease, revealing something of itself and then withdrawing.

The Moral Innocent Egg
sits a little off from the main group but is still closer to the center of the clutch than many of the outliers. The shell is a light gray with swirls of blue, green and yellow throughout the shell. There is a search for something coming from within the egg, marked by a youthful and perhaps naive innocence. There is a trusting sweetness one feels when around the egg and one gets a sense that this one needs a strong rider to balance out the sensitive dragonet within.


Sitting near The Moral Innocent Egg, The Shooting Star Egg is perhaps one of the smallest of the clutch. The egg is a pearl white, with speckles of iridescent colors. The egg almost has an opalescent sheen, the colorful reflections of the light on the egg are sure to attract interest. However, as one draws nearer, there as a distinct sense of competitive drive and ambition mingled with indignant attitude.

A few feet to the Shooting Star Egg's right lay a larger egg.

The Stalker Geist Egg sits on the outside of a group of other eggs. Slightly above average in size, the egg seems to be close only to The Fearful Voice Egg, resting in its shadow. The shell of the egg is a light wispy gray and while many of the other eggs are mottled in different colors, this one more has a swirling of different grays on the bottom of the shell. As one comes closer, one feels almost as if they are being pulled. Something about the little one inside is alluring and yet frightening but this won't keep one from touching the shell.

Nestled closer to the comfort of Galadrieth's presence is The Fearful Voice Egg,  the light from the cavern casting a shadow from its average sized shell to the larger Stalker Geist. The off white colored egg is about average sized. Not standing out much in the crowd at first. The mottling on the egg is a modge-podge of different colors, mostly muted hues. When one comes closer to the egg, there is a sense of uneasiness, vulnerability and a need for something to hold on to. Or perhaps someone.

Not far from the Fearful Voice Egg sits the
The Practically Perfect Egg
. The egg appears to have no blemishes or spots of other color anywhere on its slate colored shell.  Stern and proper in appearance, the egg seems to be scolding the others who dare to exhibit brighter colors, even as it clearly emits pride in what it is.  Hidden in the sands, though, just waiting to be discovered, is a patch of bright orange, proving that the dragonet inside may indeed be more imaginative than first appearance would suggest.

Near Galadrieth's tail end but not far from the Queen sits The Cowardly Knight Egg. The Cowardly Knight Egg blends in with the sands it's been laid upon.  Speckled in a great attempt at camouflage, it also appears to be hiding amid its fellows.  The dragonet inside seems to fear standing out, and the egg might slightly shift away from anyone who gets too close-- or perhaps that will just be the dragonet inside hiding from the shadows it senses outside of its shell.  Hopefully it will choose a strong rider that will boost its confidence in itself and the world.

Farther from the Gold and closer to the group of five in the middle but still a bit towards the tail end side of the clutch lay The Tough Cookie Egg. The crimson exterior suggests more strength than the pink swirls of the Popular Princess Egg.  The shell exudes a lack of care for what others may think of it.  The dragonet inside knows it is tough, and anyone who touches the egg will get the clear sense that it is only waiting for the chance to prove itself.

The Self-absorbed Softie Egg seems to be loudly proclaiming its existence with its bright yellow and green exterior, as if it is trying to compete with the gold on the sands.  It can't, clearly, because it doesn't shine and glitter like its sister.  But that doesn't mean it can't attempt to draw its own piece of the attention.  Whether by design or of its own volition, the egg seems to be tilted slightly towards the Tough Cookie Egg which sits not two feet from the softie, though whether this means anything or not remains to be seen.

Towards the outskirts of the clutch are some of the stragglers or perhaps more independent eggs. They might also just have ended up there because that was where they happened to be placed.

The Lonely Street Rat Egg sits off towards the right side of the large Caver, several feet from the nearest egg. The shell is a dark gray with mottled silvery blue and gray colors throughout, reminiscent of rain falling. The shell of the slightly smaller than average egg does draw some attention to itself. Though it seems never the attention it wants. The egg seems comfortable, even happy on its own.

Nearest the entrance are three distinctively different eggs.

The one closest to the right, and thereby closest to the Lonely Street Rat is The Revolutionary Dreamer Egg. The larger egg is a bastion of confident and perhaps naive belief that what is right shall be upheld. The dragonet inside is almost belligerent in its desire to be free and to make others free. There is a sense of idealistic hope mingled with this belligerence. The large egg's shell is red and black in alternating strips.

Not far to the left, closer to center is The Eager Dreamer Egg. The Eager Dreamer Egg's shell is an iridescent cream that will catch the little sunlight that comes into the Hatching Cavern and reflect it back.  Faintly swirling with every color in the rainbow, its potential is limitless.  The dragonet inside is clearly dreaming happy thoughts, emanating contentedness and a general sense of all being right with the world.

The Thieving Rogue Egg sits even further to the right and is accompanied closely by the Trusty Sidekick.

The Thieving Rogue Egg
is an average sized egg with a color reminiscent of the sands it sits on. The Egg seems to be trying to blend in to its surroundings but this disquise is marred by the black speckles sprinkled onto the shell. There's something dishonest about the dragonet inside the egg, like it is trying to pull one over on you. The sense of mischief and fun is unavoidable and also a feeling that you are welcome to stay as long as you like.

The Trusty Sidekick Egg
easily fades into the background with its mottled gray and brown coloration.  It's no larger or smaller than the others, nor is it particularly noticeable due to its placement.  But it's there, and will draw the right attention when it's necessary.  It does not need to take away from its clutchmates, and the dragonet inside may not try.  Simple contentment emanates from within the shell when anyone gets close.

Not far beyond the pair is The Intellectual Snob Egg. The egg is slightly above average in size and an ordinary enough looking egg. Not too plain, not too flashy, just a normal off white shell with darker mottling. There is a sense of superiority and coming from with in, mingled with misunderstanding. The hubris of the dragonet within is unmistakable while it may insist on being otherwise, ordinary.

Another lone egg, The Verdant Prodigy Egg is as far from the Gold Egg as possible without making Galadrieth uncomfortable.  The Verdant Prodigy Egg is such a deep green it appears almost black.  Faint patches of a lighter color appear scattered across the shell's surface as if someone had splattered it with paint.  Anyone who touches it will feel its potential and know it is destined for greatness.  The dragonet inside must be something special, though only time will tell just what destiny awaits it.

The last egg has  been put at a bit of a distance for physical reasons rather than personality. The Filthy Funlover Egg appears to have dirt smudges scattered across its paler gray surface.  The smudges won't rub off if anyone tries to smooth them out, though, as they are part of the shell.  It's clear the dragonet inside will not be afraid to get down and dirty, and may even enjoy doing such things.  A great sense of curiosity will exude through the shell if anyone touches it.

The eggs number in 23 when one stands to count them. With a Gold Egg on the Sands, word will have gotten around the Weyr quickly. People may enter to congratulate the Queen but they may not stay overly long. Please respect Galadrieth's space as she is a highly aggressive Gold when she has a clutch, no matter how tired she may be.
((Thank you to sylverangel for helping with the egg descriptions!))




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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:18 pm

Teylarrin



    Teylarrin had been scouting the Weyr Bowl. Naturally, she had shied away from the lake. She knew the horrors that awaited unsuspecting folk that wandered too close. She had spent a few nights under her bed for just that reason. She had stayed there during each rest period until she was certain that she had shaken the water’s scent. Now she was seeking out other mysteries that were waiting to be uncovered.

   A wide opening caught her eye. It was on the North-Eastern section of the bowl, opposite the lake. She carefully approached it, coming at it from the side. The entrance was notably larger than the other cave mouths that she had come across. She peered inside. It was dark. That was more due to the hour than anything else. With a gap that wide, it was likely to be brightly lit during the day. There were mounds. She was not able to make out any of the details from her vantage point, though.

    Teylarrin decided to get a closer look. She tiptoed inside. The ground was grainy and hot. It was like the desert sands back home, quite comfortable on her bare feet. She was only a few steps in when she spotted a dragon deeper in the cave. She ducked behind the first mound that she came to. It was creamy in color. It was the Eager Dreamer Egg, not that she knew that. She did not even know that it was an egg; it just felt like a smooth, if somewhat soft, rock to her. There was another weird feeling that came to it when she leaned against it. That was probably just her imagination, though.

     The Igen girl crawled from the creamy rock to a nearby black striped one. She paused there for a handful of breaths. Then she slowly wrapped her fingers along its right side. Her head popped out between them a moment later. The dragon was still relatively far away. She slipped back behind the egg. She nodded to herself once, twice, thrice and then she scampered further inside. She bypassed the first two mounds that she came to choosing instead to hide behind the crimson one. She sat down in the sand. Resting her back against the Tough Cookie Egg, she waited for a bit see if the dragon had spotted her yet. She tilted just far enough to peer sidelong around the egg...



OOC:  Since no one else wanted to join this Open Thread, I guess that I will.  Also, what makes the Revolutionary Dreamer Eggs so rad?
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Tue Jul 08, 2014 5:31 pm

Teylarrin




There was still no movement from the dragon. The dragon, it was a Gold she could now tell, was fast asleep. Teylarrin nudged her head a bit further out. There was a gap between the crimson rock that she was behind and the next cluster. She looked back up at the dragon. She eyed the closest mound. She lowered herself back on to all fours and darted from her cover. She scampered as quickly as she could without making noise. She was not entirely silent as the sand still shushed beneath her.

Teylarrin stopped to rest behind the Good Morning Egg. It was a blue mound of some kind, she noted, but it was still too dark to be able tell what shade. She waited there for some sign that she had been spotted. None came. Without taking a preemptive peek, she crawled further in. This bunch of mounds was packed together. She used them collectively as a wall to shield her from the sleeping dragon’s sight.

She stopped behind a speckledy tan rock. She peered through the gap between the Cheerful Casanova Egg and the Vivacious Child Egg. She did not have much further to go now. Soon she would reach her goal. Then she could tag the Queen. That would prove to all of the other kids that she was not a coward. She may have hauled booty when faced with the rotting dead, but she was totally brave enough to poke a sleeping Gold.

Teylarrin drew in a calming breath. She may tell all of the children that she was super cool, but this was actually pretty intimidating. If she got found out then she would get in trouble. That could be bad. She took one more lungful to muster her courage and off she went. She crawled across the sands to the next mound. She ducked behind the Chivalrous Cowboy Egg when she reached it. She leaned back against its still-soft shell. Just one more stretch to go. She slowly leaned out from around the orange rock to see if her approach had been noticed...





WILL she make it? WILL she get caught?! Find out next time on The Misadventures Of Tey-Tey McSneakykins!



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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Wed Jul 09, 2014 3:42 am

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Teylarrin watched in silence for any sign that the dragon was rousing. Her heart was racing. She was so close. She could feel large dragon's breath on her skin. If she had been of average height then she might have been able to touch Galadrieth from where she sat. Unfortunately, she was quite small for her age. That meant that she had get even closer.

The girl crawled the short distance between the Chivalrous Cowboy egg to the gold one. She stopped there. She could not get any closer to her goal. The dragon was right in front of her. Now she only had to touch it. Teylarrin slowly reached out a hand toward the massive snout. Her fingers stopped less than a hand's breadth from Galadrieth. Wait. If she did this now, who would be able to verify her account? The kids would just call her liar.

Tey-Tey withdrew her hand. She needed proof that she had made it this far. She reached in to the waist pocket of her frock. She had some sticky, colored beads from her arts and crafts class. It was not really a class, but that was unimportant. She took out a handful. She inched back a pace on her knees. The gold mound would serve her need. It was right by the dragon, after all. She took her sticky beads and pressed their gluey side one by one against the egg shell. First she added the large two. Then came a series of smaller ones in the shape of a V.

There. she admired her work. A smilie face. Now no one could question that she had actually made it this far. Teylarrin returned the remainder of her beads to her pocket. She inched her way forward again. She stretched out to lightly touch Galadrieth's snout. As soon as she did so her bravery faltered. She backed quickly but quietly away from the Queen and the Bedazzled Princess Egg. She hurriedly made for the exit of the cave.


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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Wed Jul 09, 2014 2:53 pm

Due to the extreme exhaustion incurred by laying the eggs, Galadrieth had fallen back to sleep when the Candidate had entered the Sands. Karene was also distracted by the number of people there to congratulate the pair. No one would have thought anyone would venture out on the hot sands. No one with any sense would go near Galadrieth when she was on a Clutch. Not after the explicit warnings of Karene and previous experiences.

She was more tired than usual due to the Gold Egg.

One large eye did open at the smell of a human so close by, followed by another. Quickly noting the damage done to her egg, she practically snarled. Her eyes catching the movement of the one she smelled.

Galadrieth, sprung to her feet with surprising speed, a loud bellow of alarm. She caught up to the one who DARED to touch her and her egg. The human stood very little chance as her rider was just now catching on to what was happening. Galadrieth took one giant claw and intentionally slashed the girl with it, before, bending her neck to kill her.

Karene stopped her but only barely. Everything had happened so quickly, Karene hadn't even noticed the Gold was up until she was already on the young woman. What the fuck?! Dim glow Candidates, walking on the Sands around the Eggs without permission. She heard Galadrieth's alarm and what was behind it. The woman had touched an Egg. With their shells so soft, the Egg could have been damaged seriously.

I will KILL her.
You have done enough. She will not be conscious for some time. To that effect, they would be needing a healer. The girl was no doubt losing enough blood that Galadrieth may have already sentenced her to death.

Speaking outloud, "Someone fetch a healer here fast and a dragon healer. I want that young woman taken to the infirmary and the Egg looked at too." When no one moved right away, she took on a tone that reminded her of her father, stern, cold, unwavering. "NOW."

When people began running, she watched, the Sands, urging Galadrieth to come back and sit near her little ones again. She didn't want to move form the entrance but eventually, Karene's coaxing worked.


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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Wed Jul 09, 2014 3:47 pm

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   Having covered nearly a third of the way from Galadrieth to the entrance of the hatching grounds, Teylarrin had growing sense of accomplishment. She might just make it and what a tale she would have. Seirsha was going to be so impressed with display of bravery. Not just anyone would risk poking a sleeping dragon. It took someone very special to attempt such a feat.

  Then came the bellow.

   Teylarrin did not bother to look behind her. She had a pretty definitive idea of where that roar had come from. She was beginning to question the wisdom of her actions when she was pretty sure that she felt the cave shake as the dragon leaped up.

Teylarrin leaned forward and doubled up on her speed. It did not make any difference; Galadrieth was on her before she covered another meter. She did not get the chance to register the gold's arrival though as Galadrieth's claw hit her with enough force to knock her out cold. The claw left a large gash that ran from her shoulder to her hip. The candidate slammed in to the sand, blood spilling out as the dragon went in for the kill only to be stopped by her rider. Whether than actually kept Teylarrin from dying was yet to be seen.


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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Tue Jul 22, 2014 10:01 am

The day had not been overly full of the usual tasks that might normally have taken up every minute of his day, so weyrleader D'nier had gone to spend that previous evening in one of the lounges with his wing mates to play some dragon poker. There were two reasons that he hadn't invited the weyrwoman to join them that day; one being that he knew that she still needed to get as much rest as she was able, considering the baby shed recently given birth to, not to mention what stresses could be caused by a new clutch going down on the sands at any moment ...did he mention they were planning on staying up late? The obvious second reason being that Karene tended to beat him at dragon poker half of the time they played together. And she and everyone else knew just how much the D'nier loved to lose even the tiniest sliver of a fraction mark to anyone.


It was after midnight when Taroth alerted him to the fact that Galadrieth was starting to lay her clutch. The weyrleader smiled at his wing mates present, letting them know the glad news with a raise of his glass in toast. While the weyrleader gambled more energetically, putting his marks in greater risk because of his high spirits, his draconian counterpart watched over the queen as she lay her eggs under a soft bath of moonlight.

When Galadrieth finally indicated that she was prepared to accept at least one visitor, Taroth let D'nier know that he was on his way to the sands to view the clutch up close. The bronze landed near Galadrieth, eyes whirling with excitement, while at the same time he appeared to be glowing proudly, just as she'd anticipated. As he landed, Taroth stopped to walk up to his golden mate, greeting with a happy croon, "you have done so well. They all look healthy. " the tone was adoring, obviously marveled by the clutch they had produced together.

The bronzes eyes looked out over the damp eggs that rested in the sands, admiring them each individually until he came to the glistening golden one. There, the movement of his gaze paused.

Soon, D'nier appeared, having used the announcement that Galadrieth was ready for visitors as an excuse to throw put an early stop to the present game. The cards in this round hadn't been dealt in his favor and he'd rather fold early over an unfinished game than lose his marks in the end. So, the weyrleader got up from the table to go to the hatching sands to meet Karene and their happy, albeit guarded dragons.

Having followed the excited early-comers who now congratulated the weyrwoman, D'nier smiled when he reached her, beginning to reflect the extreme pride his dragon felt. "I hope you don't mind, there's already been one toast and a drink to the good health of galadrieths eggs." A little sheepishly, the man added, "I've been getting so many images of the eggs from Taroth, I'm not sure there's a need for me to look at them myself, anymore. Though I guess that counts. But," with a pause, the weyrleader ran his fingers back through his hair as one of his earlier poker partners came up beside them to congratulate Karene. Before he could though, D'nier finished the thought for his wing mates benefit. "If I'd only been able to concentrate, I may have been able to win that last round of dragon poker,"

And there may have been some eyes to be rolled at that, or some such, but instead there were only chuckles as attention returned to their weyrlady.




(I'm leaving this post where it's at for now, and gonna charge the iPad some more. I'll reply with the healer tonight hopefully, for teytey. I wasn't sure if Kate would want to respond to any of diners and taroths stuff first. I figured they'll have left the sands by the time teytey arrives and everyone's asleep and such. )






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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Sat Jul 26, 2014 5:21 pm

D'NIER

When Galadrieth finally decided to lay herself down to rest, Taroth went to a ledge nearby, where he could remain near she, the clutch and his rider, at least until D'nier decided that it was time to retire. Taroth too, was growing weary, the feeling two-fold since, as D'nier grew more tired, his sense of control over shared feelings became less, the extent of his tiredness spread.

The night staff had come at some point to offer klah to those who still mulled about, though most of those who'd still been awake to know that the clutch was laid and thus come to congratulate the weyrleaders, had already left them to get some sleep. D'nier however, turned down the offer of the caffeinated drink, figuring that it wouldn't be long before he and Karene also turned in for the night. After being assured of that, his Bronze counterpart closed his eyes for a nap while waiting, seeing as the weyrleaders had been caught up in another conversation.


It was already in the wee hours of the morning when the Bronzerider was about to excuse them, seeing as it would likely be a hectic day to follow, given the number of people who would want to come by to congratulate them once the news had spread, not to mention the anxious, over-protective state that Galadrieth was bound to be in, but his words dissipated incomplete in midst of being spoken, when the Gold's great bellow erupted from the sands behind them.

At once having spun around, his mind reaching out to touch that of Taroth's own, he sense that at the same time, that his own bonded was awakening.

Eyes whirling in agitation at the Queen's alarm, they instantly turned into pools of deepening orange-red. The Bronze reared back in that moment, barking twice before he sprung forward onto the sands with wings half-spread in a manner that made him appear more threatening. As he neared the clutch, Galadrieth ahead of him, and already in pursuit of the cause of her distress, he issued a great and challenging roar, doing nothing to contain the telepathic wave of fear and anger that surely assaulted his Rider.

His eyes fixed on the target that Galadrieth now swiped at with a great paw, Taroth paused a dragon's length from her, where he could protectively post himself alongside their clutch.


Every Dragon in the Weyr would have heard their bellows, and so it was likely that soon, every Rider would know something had happened. It took all of D'nier's mental strength to break through the emotional height of his bonded, trying to ascertain just what had happened. Through Taroth's eyes first, he saw the form of a girl laid low on the sands, and he felt as though he could even smell the scent of her blood through Taroth's own nose.

The Weyrleader tried to calm the Bronze, though suddenly that became second to the task of rushing to where they could aid the girl who'd been injured. He couldn't tell if she was still alive.

Taroth, call the healers! But the dragon's mind was still infused with heightened bestial emotion, making it hard for him to convey the urgency of the command in a way that would alter the dragon's focus just then. Taroth! The girl might be dead! Alert the healers!!

Of course, before he felt Taroth's consciousness turn to the healers that he was most likely to bespeak, the Weyrleader sensed a certain fear in the Bronze; and then he understood that the girl laying still on the sands hadn't only come too near the eggs, but she'd actually touched them. The fear that bled through his own mind just then, made him wonder if they were about to lose one.



JANG

Senior Healer Jang was already in bed and fast asleep, but after alerting other infirmary crew who were already awake to help them, Taroth reached out to touch his consciousness, too. Jang was one of Fort Weyr's senior healers, and though he was not a Master, his skill in the field of internal medicine would be invaluable at a time like this.

After waking to the deep and intruding voice of the Bronze, Jang didn't have to think twice or begin to question the dragon's command before twisting himself into an upright position so that he could stand from bed and throw a wrap-around tunic on. Having slept in some loose fitted pants, all he had to do was slip his feet into shoes that easily accepted them without the hassle of ties and buckles, and he was headed to the hatching sands.

The man's long hair, having not been tied back yet, whipped in front of his face as he sped into a run that, were it not for corners he'd have to slow down to turn, would have been a sprint. When he'd made it to the hatching arena however, he passed near the weyrleaders, beginning to look to them for direction before his eyes came to rest on the reason he'd been called here. There were already a few of the infirmary staff present, who'd begun to make their way to the girl's body to help her; it seemed as though the alarmed Galadrieth may have been making the approach a little difficult, seeing as how the Weyrwoman's eyes appeared to hold a certain strain behind them; which made him think that she was working diligently to control the Gold so that they could take the young girl to the infirmary.

Either way, emotions were still very high. Had he not chosen the path of a healer like his father, he would probably have made a fine dragonrider. He was empathetic and insightful enough to read emotions with great clarity, much of the time, and had even proven to be clairvoyant on certain occasions. Of course, this nature, and his gentle but strong and steady way with people, generally made him an even better Healer. He was someone that people could trust and feel comfortable around.



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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Wed Aug 06, 2014 2:30 pm

D'nier's arrival was not a surprise nor were his habits. At this point Karene really wasn't going to admonish him for having some fun. As long as things were being done well and correctly with the Wings, what he did with his free time was completely up to him.

As time passed and the events of the early morning unveiled themselves, Karene was occupied keeping her great Queen from causing more harm. The ultimate goal would be to get the young woman off the sands as quickly as possible and have all people who were not D'nier of herself out of the Hatching Cavern.

Karene was in control of Galadrieth but the struggle was just that. She and the Gold were having a match of wills and since part of her sympathized with the Queen's predicament it made it hard to pit herself against her life mate. She did however begin to coax, slowly the Queen to back up. As she did so, Karene saw something odd.

Was that? No. It couldn't be? Could it? I mean she had only seen past the tail enough to know there was something Golden hued behind it. Faranth, that explained why she was so on edge. Karene had no desire to reveal to anyone else the second Gold Egg. If they had not noticed it then she wasn't going to mention it.

When Galadrieth was back in her place, the one Gold Egg near her head, the other hiding behind her great tail. The Charismatic Puppeteer Egg was the same dark honey gold of Galadrieth's hide and would be almost impossible to see where it was hidden behind the large Queen. It was only when the Queen left to attack the girl that anyone might have noticed and then the attention of all was on what was going on with the Gold dragon.

As she kept the Queen calm and back in her spot, she asked Jang, "Is she stable enough to be moved to the Infirmary?" For their sakes she hoped that the girl would be able to be moved and soon. Karene was tired of protecting them from a Gold who had every right to be upset. Galadrieth's tail twitched in apparent agitation and her eyes still whirled in the red and orange of anger and alarm she had experienced.


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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Wed Aug 06, 2014 2:48 pm

Teylarrin


Teylarrin lay face down, half suck in the Sands. She was still save for the occasional spasmodic twitch. The gash was large and deep. Two of her ribs had been severed by the dragon’s claw. Her right lung had been punctured by one of the broken bone tips. Blood poured from her wound, staining the sands in deep red.




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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Sun Aug 10, 2014 1:04 pm





Jang


Pushing any bystanders back, the Senior Journeyman Healer made way for a stretcher to be brought in, so that they could take Teylarrin to the infirmary. 

Trying to keep the worry from his expression, there was simply no denying, either way, that her injuries were severe; not to mention that if they hadn't stemmed the blood loss in a matter of a few minutes, her life would be lost, regardless of what other terrible wounds she had suffered. 

Stabilizing the girl's head and neck, he went to check her breathing and her pulse first, as the pulse alone could speak volumes about her internal condition. It was with steady and ever gentle hands then, that the Healer helped move the girl's body so that she could be carried away. And though there came that deeply troubled feeling in his heart that perhaps she would not live through the day, he of all people had to keep hope. So, when he raised his voice to the other healers who'd arrived at the scene, it came calmly, and without a hint of the anxiety that now surrounded them. "Make preparations for surgery. We may be up all night, if we're to save her."



Taken by way of her stretcher, when Teylarrin had reached the infirmary, Jang following at her side, others were already busy sterilizing his tools and making other preparations for her treatment. 

As the crew laid her out on her stomach, on the surgery table, the Senior Healer dipped his hands into just boiled water, leaving them submerged for several seconds. Once his hands were clean, he dried them on a fresh hand towel, having one of his assistants help him into a clean operation robe. 

A partition was extended along the side of the room where the young girl had been placed, so that there were no prying eyes, nor distractions for him as he took his place beside her there, with hopes of being able to preserve her life. Indeed, the room became quiet after that, though his assistants and other Journeymen Healers shuffled in and out of view to go about the tasks he'd set for them. 

Diffusers put off their medicated steam into the room, and the scent of numbweed salve and other pungent medicinal plants could also be smelled, as they were prepared for application.


After cutting the clothes from her back, a linen sheet was folded and draped over Teylarrin's lower body. Cleaning the blood and sand as best they could from the gash that had been flayed across her back, a single assistant applied generous amounts of the numbweed while Jang had continued his inspection of her. He would have to do so while stemming the blood flow.

Though someone had come to him with a drink of fellis, they would have to rely on Numbweed or other anesthesia for now. "No liquids or food, until I know the extent of her injuries." He communicated with his team of assistants aloud, so that later, proper notes of her condition and treatment could be written down for his records, and so that they could all see to her proper care. "She's having difficulty breathing. It sounds like there may be some fluid in her lungs. There are a number of ribs fractured or broken. I'm afraid the disposition of the ribs may have punctured her lungs. By looking at the depth of the cut left by Galadrieth's claw, it doesn't appear as though the claw was able to pierce her there. That is a great mercy."



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D'nier


While they were all pushed back by the Weyr's Senior Healer, D'nier's eyes left the girl on the sands to focus on the place that Galadrieth had returned to. Taroth's anger had passed, and he was now offering some consolation to the Queen, that he was also present to guard them. Though, it also appeared as though Karene had already been able to calm her quite a bit. 

Glancing back to the Weyrwoman, the Bronzerider found her staring a bit incredulously, though he assumed she could just be intently drawn into conversation with the Gold to keep her calm, but... there was something else. 

As his eyes followed her own, back onto the sands where Galadrieth had curled her tail about one egg and beside her head, there was another, D'nier too, realized just what they were looking at. It was with similar disbelief that he mouthed the words, 'two gold eggs?'.

Shooting Karene that same incredulous stare, his eyes held the question to her, with mouth left half agape.


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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Sun Aug 10, 2014 2:46 pm

Karene watched the Healers take the girl from the Sands. She would check in with them about her recovery later. For now there would be nothing she could do to help except what she was already doing, staying out of the Healer's way.

Turning to D'nier to see his surprise and amazement. "Mmmhmm." She didn't say that Galadrieth had never had two Golds in a single clutch before but most people would know that. Galadrieth had however produced a number of the younger Golds on Pern at the moment. It was incredible enough to have the track record she did for breeding Queens.

"I think we should keep this between us and have a drink..." She said with a wry smile. They might as well celebrate the good things and take some of the strain off of themselves at the events of that evening err morning at this point. She needed a drink and a nap...


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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Mon Aug 11, 2014 8:33 pm

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Teylarrin squirmed on the bed. Her body instinctively jerked away from the healer's touches. The pain hidden somewhere in the dark on the far side of her mind sank in to her nightmares. She moaned, quietly, deeply.



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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Sat Aug 16, 2014 10:36 pm

D'nier wasn't sure if now was time for a drink, even given the fact that there were two Golden eggs to be celebrated, but there was now a candidate at terrible risk, and he wanted to be around to make sure that she would be alright. Still, knowing she was in the talented and caring hands of the Weyr's senior healer, there had to be some comfort found; there was little he or the Weyrwoman could do for the girl Teylarrin just yet. And knowing Healer Jang, he wouldn't even let them into the room where he was operating on her, until it was all over. 

With that in mind, D'nier turned back to Karene, meeting the woman's eyes with some concern shared there, between them. "You know I hate to turn down the offer of a drink, or the occasion to do so; and seeing your darling Galadrieth with two spectacular Gold daughters in the same clutch, is certainly worth a toast or two.." But there was still some hesitance, due to worry. 

Interrupting their conversation for a moment long enough to direct any lingering onlookers back to their work, or to their weyrs, D'nier made sure that Taroth had bespoken any dragon and rider pair that still poked their nose about, ensuring everyone that updates on events would be addressed the next day, once news of Candidate Teylarrin's condition had been determined by the Healer. 

Which reminded him that he would need to make sure that the Candidate Master addressed what had happened, within the rest of the Candidate class, to ensure that such an occurrence didn't happen again. It wasn't just the Candidates at risk, but the eggs that were still not yet hardened.


Attention having returned to Karene, D'nier passed off a smile that suggested he wouldn't mind that drink, "My dear Weyrlady, if you would lead the way, I will gladly share in a toast with you." 

Before he slept that night however, he wanted to make a trip to the infirmary to check up on the injured candidate's status.






Healer Jang and his assistants, as well as other Journeymen Healers in residence at the Weyr, had gathered into the room, each playing their own part in how things were shaping up for the girl. For the most part, as far as Jang could tell, they'd been able to put a stop to most of the bleeding, though it seemed as though there may still be some fluid draining into the girl's lungs. Her condition was still uncertain, so Jang wouldn't let anyone outside of healers themselves, into the infirmary, unless there was dire need. Until Teylarrin was stable again, there needn't be any interruptions in the team's concentration. 





[sorry, wasn't sure what else to post 0.0 May have to do another with just Karene and D'nier since there's not much for Tey tey to do other than lay there for now :/  In the next post though, I'll fast forward time a bit for them in the infirmary a bit.]


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PostSubject: Re: Poetry of the Air Clutching (OPEN)   Sat Aug 30, 2014 3:14 pm

While Jang and his team worked on ensuring the young girl's longevity -at least through the night- D'nier left with the Weyrwoman to share in a celebratory drink. When Karene retired to sleep, it already being well after midnight, the Bronzerider made his way back to the lower levels of the Weyr, where the infirmary was located.

There, the Weyrleader checked up on Taylarrin's condition himself, since he'd told Taroth not to bespeak the healers since they may need to preserve their concentration for what they were doing. The infirmary seemed full of anticipation, or perhaps some anxiety, but relaxing aromatic oils burned in diffusers throughout the room to help soothe the nerves and cleanse the air. When he arrived, D'nier was able to capture the attention of one of the healer's assistants so that he could find out all that was going on.

Upon hearing that the surgery would take some time longer to complete, and that the girl had been put to sleep with the use of sedatives, D'nier nodded and thanked the woman, excusing himself to get some rest.

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