Post by hannah on Oct 19, 2010 22:55:53 GMT
“Alright Taz let’s get this done.” Surel rubbed his hands together.
Taz just fluttered above squawking his dislike of the plan.
“Don’t worry this is a great idea!” Surel assured the blue and grabbed the handle of one of his knives. His uncle had started to teach him to throw knives and catch small animals to eat. If he was going to be a dragonrider he had to be able to provide for himself, especially in the new Western continent.
Taz grumbled and landed in the Candidate’s unruly curls and buried himself in them. Surel was used to his flit doing that so he balanced the blade in his hands and eyed the target set up 5 yards away. Natrually he’d set this up off the beaten path, so no one would find him and scold him for being irresponsible. With a flick of his wrist he threw the first knife. It went wide and clattered to the ground. Surel adjusted his position and threw again, this time catching the bottom right corner. Adjusting further he hit in the bottom middle. All he needed to do now is get some altitude.
The Candidate trotted over to get his knives and Taz hopped out of his hair long enough to try and get the knife on the ground for him. “Thanks Taz.” He scratched the flits chin.
Readying himself he threw again nearly missing the target again. “Shards, this is harder than I thought.” He drew his arm back ready to get a little more momentum. Instead the knife bottom caught on his sleeve and whipped back slicing his forearm open.
Taz crooned and climbed down onto Surel’s shoulder as he felt his partner’s pain. The Candidate lifted his arm to inspect the damage hissing as the torn flesh moved. He didn’t think it was deep, but blood was easily oozing out of it and running down the arm.
~~Infirmary?~~ Taz suggested his eyes whirling yellow-orange.
“Yeah I probably should.” Surel agreed gathering his knives and heading toward healers. The cut was a minor annoyance but the bleeding and pain were annoying and would make throwing anything else difficult.
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J’len smirked from his spot on the cot. He absently rubbed Liresk’s head as he watched Aethyr pace. Back and forth. Six paces one way, six paces back. “Why are you so worked up?”
Aethyr glared at the ex-rider and resumed pacing, this time wringing his hands as well. In truth J’len had no idea what had the healer so upset, but as long as he was stuck sitting for awhile (he’d tried to do take another walk on his own but had ended up tearing out a few stitches so Aethyr had all but chained him to a cot) he might as well and ask.
Aethyr paused and opened his mouth as if to reply, but shut it and continued to move. He had to move. They’d lost another patient in the night and he’d already been up 36 hours and he was just crawling out of his skin.
A blue flitt coasted into the room flying in tight circles near the door and warbling. It’s eyes were a worried yellow and not long after a shorter boy with curly hair came in. Nothing appeared obviously wrong, until his lifted his arm up and Aethyr could see the blood dripping off of it.
“Faranth what did you do?!” He stomped over grabbing the boy’s wrist and dragging him over to his work station.
Surel just went along and did as he was told. His cut stung as the healer prodded it and began to clean, but he was more focused on the odd looking dragonet sitting next to an older man on a nearby cot. Didn’t dragons Impress people younger? Come to think of it, the blue didn’t look like much of a dragon at all.
“What’re you looking at?” J’len growled, narrowing his eyes. The boy looked more curious than anything, but the staring was annoying.
“J’len be nice.” Aethyr corrected absently, “It looks like this is going to need stitches. What were you doing?” The healer threw a quick look at Ilex. The brown was asleep so hopefully he could do some stitching without problems.
“Throwing knives. What is that?” Surel asked curiously. Taz circled down slowly to get a better look himself. It wasn’t a dragon, but it seemed nice enough.
Liresk sniffed at the blue flit and jerked back when Taz climbed onto his face. Get off! Get off! I can’t see! Taz decided this thing was moving around too much and glided back to Surel. He burrowed into his’s hair chittering irritably.
“He’s a basilisk, and keep your flying irritation under control.” J’len growled.
“A basilisk? Like from the attack?” Surel brushed off J’len’s comment and didn’t seem to notice that Aethyr had begun to stitch his cut closed. “He sure is cute. I don’t see how he could be a vicious as they say.”
J’len patted Liresk’s shoulder. “He’s not.”
The Sapphire basilisk trotted over to sniff at Surel. You seem nice. I’m Liresk. Why is there a flitt on your head, he’s not going to take my J’len away is he? He added a growl onto the end of the last part.
“No, Taz seems to want to keep just me. I don’t know why he like’s my hair, maybe it’s soft?” Surel answered.
Oh, good. Why are you bleeding?
“I was throwing a knife and it got caught in my sleeve. I need to get it stitched up before I start throwing again.”
“You will be doing no such thing.” Aethyr snapped, tying off his neat row of stitches. “You’re going to relax and light chores for the next sevenday.” He added a glare.
Surel seemed to droop. “Really? Where’s the fun in that?”
Taz agreed and flared his wings.
“You’re going to take it easy.” Aethyr replied firmly, wrapping up the injury. “Keep it clean and hold it up like this,” He placed the injury above the heart, “To prevent major swelling.”
Surel nodded, nearly positive it wouldn’t stay like that for very long. “Are you done?”
“Yes…” Aethyr had hardly replied before the Candidate had hopped off the examination table and was walking toward the door.
“Oh,” Surel paused and turned around. “It was nice to meet you Liresk, J’len. I’ll see you at the hatching Aethyr.” And he walked out the door Taz sitting on his head like a king.
“He’s certainly rambunctious.” J’len muttered. I like him, he’s not afraid of me. The ex-rider sighed and patted Lireask. “At least that got your mind off whatever had you upset Aethyr.”
To late J’len realized his mistake as Aethyr cursed and began pacing again. Well he wasn’t touching the healer’s problems with a dragonlength stick.
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(I should already have 5 posts for my Candidates but I haven't written these guys in a week or two so I thought I'd flex my creative fingers and work on their personalities. Aethyr didn't get much screen time though. -sigh- The hatching is soon!! -squees-)
Taz just fluttered above squawking his dislike of the plan.
“Don’t worry this is a great idea!” Surel assured the blue and grabbed the handle of one of his knives. His uncle had started to teach him to throw knives and catch small animals to eat. If he was going to be a dragonrider he had to be able to provide for himself, especially in the new Western continent.
Taz grumbled and landed in the Candidate’s unruly curls and buried himself in them. Surel was used to his flit doing that so he balanced the blade in his hands and eyed the target set up 5 yards away. Natrually he’d set this up off the beaten path, so no one would find him and scold him for being irresponsible. With a flick of his wrist he threw the first knife. It went wide and clattered to the ground. Surel adjusted his position and threw again, this time catching the bottom right corner. Adjusting further he hit in the bottom middle. All he needed to do now is get some altitude.
The Candidate trotted over to get his knives and Taz hopped out of his hair long enough to try and get the knife on the ground for him. “Thanks Taz.” He scratched the flits chin.
Readying himself he threw again nearly missing the target again. “Shards, this is harder than I thought.” He drew his arm back ready to get a little more momentum. Instead the knife bottom caught on his sleeve and whipped back slicing his forearm open.
Taz crooned and climbed down onto Surel’s shoulder as he felt his partner’s pain. The Candidate lifted his arm to inspect the damage hissing as the torn flesh moved. He didn’t think it was deep, but blood was easily oozing out of it and running down the arm.
~~Infirmary?~~ Taz suggested his eyes whirling yellow-orange.
“Yeah I probably should.” Surel agreed gathering his knives and heading toward healers. The cut was a minor annoyance but the bleeding and pain were annoying and would make throwing anything else difficult.
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J’len smirked from his spot on the cot. He absently rubbed Liresk’s head as he watched Aethyr pace. Back and forth. Six paces one way, six paces back. “Why are you so worked up?”
Aethyr glared at the ex-rider and resumed pacing, this time wringing his hands as well. In truth J’len had no idea what had the healer so upset, but as long as he was stuck sitting for awhile (he’d tried to do take another walk on his own but had ended up tearing out a few stitches so Aethyr had all but chained him to a cot) he might as well and ask.
Aethyr paused and opened his mouth as if to reply, but shut it and continued to move. He had to move. They’d lost another patient in the night and he’d already been up 36 hours and he was just crawling out of his skin.
A blue flitt coasted into the room flying in tight circles near the door and warbling. It’s eyes were a worried yellow and not long after a shorter boy with curly hair came in. Nothing appeared obviously wrong, until his lifted his arm up and Aethyr could see the blood dripping off of it.
“Faranth what did you do?!” He stomped over grabbing the boy’s wrist and dragging him over to his work station.
Surel just went along and did as he was told. His cut stung as the healer prodded it and began to clean, but he was more focused on the odd looking dragonet sitting next to an older man on a nearby cot. Didn’t dragons Impress people younger? Come to think of it, the blue didn’t look like much of a dragon at all.
“What’re you looking at?” J’len growled, narrowing his eyes. The boy looked more curious than anything, but the staring was annoying.
“J’len be nice.” Aethyr corrected absently, “It looks like this is going to need stitches. What were you doing?” The healer threw a quick look at Ilex. The brown was asleep so hopefully he could do some stitching without problems.
“Throwing knives. What is that?” Surel asked curiously. Taz circled down slowly to get a better look himself. It wasn’t a dragon, but it seemed nice enough.
Liresk sniffed at the blue flit and jerked back when Taz climbed onto his face. Get off! Get off! I can’t see! Taz decided this thing was moving around too much and glided back to Surel. He burrowed into his’s hair chittering irritably.
“He’s a basilisk, and keep your flying irritation under control.” J’len growled.
“A basilisk? Like from the attack?” Surel brushed off J’len’s comment and didn’t seem to notice that Aethyr had begun to stitch his cut closed. “He sure is cute. I don’t see how he could be a vicious as they say.”
J’len patted Liresk’s shoulder. “He’s not.”
The Sapphire basilisk trotted over to sniff at Surel. You seem nice. I’m Liresk. Why is there a flitt on your head, he’s not going to take my J’len away is he? He added a growl onto the end of the last part.
“No, Taz seems to want to keep just me. I don’t know why he like’s my hair, maybe it’s soft?” Surel answered.
Oh, good. Why are you bleeding?
“I was throwing a knife and it got caught in my sleeve. I need to get it stitched up before I start throwing again.”
“You will be doing no such thing.” Aethyr snapped, tying off his neat row of stitches. “You’re going to relax and light chores for the next sevenday.” He added a glare.
Surel seemed to droop. “Really? Where’s the fun in that?”
Taz agreed and flared his wings.
“You’re going to take it easy.” Aethyr replied firmly, wrapping up the injury. “Keep it clean and hold it up like this,” He placed the injury above the heart, “To prevent major swelling.”
Surel nodded, nearly positive it wouldn’t stay like that for very long. “Are you done?”
“Yes…” Aethyr had hardly replied before the Candidate had hopped off the examination table and was walking toward the door.
“Oh,” Surel paused and turned around. “It was nice to meet you Liresk, J’len. I’ll see you at the hatching Aethyr.” And he walked out the door Taz sitting on his head like a king.
“He’s certainly rambunctious.” J’len muttered. I like him, he’s not afraid of me. The ex-rider sighed and patted Lireask. “At least that got your mind off whatever had you upset Aethyr.”
To late J’len realized his mistake as Aethyr cursed and began pacing again. Well he wasn’t touching the healer’s problems with a dragonlength stick.
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(I should already have 5 posts for my Candidates but I haven't written these guys in a week or two so I thought I'd flex my creative fingers and work on their personalities. Aethyr didn't get much screen time though. -sigh- The hatching is soon!! -squees-)