This follows the beach party, which hasn't yet been posted. Feel free to tack it on to the beginning of this log if you've got it.
Eastern Weyr - Beach
To either side, as far as the eyes can see, sand stretches out with darkling black fingers towards the caress of the brightly blue ocean that encroaches and retreats from the shore in gentle lapping waves. The jungle is dense, although it relents and thins along the border between sand and forest, and there is a clear pathway leading back towards the weyr. Animals and birds can often be heard rustling amid the bright foliage of the jungle.
A winding pathway from the sandy beach to the clearing is lit by paper lanterns enclosing electric lights, softly glowing and illuminating the pure black sand walk way. Summer has struck this coast paradise hard, the heat of the day neary unbareable without the shade and breezes, but the evenings made sweet with the smell of the coast.
It's foggy and warm.
J'yn has been downed on the sand, bleeding nicely from a variety of claw gashes and possibly some teeth marks, a dead feline nearby with the bronzerider's sword still through its side. Mihoyan is kneeled in front of the Iernian as is the (hopelessly green around the gills) Ur'yu.
Ur'yu looks at the bloodied towel, his face flushing, ew blood! "Oh..shards." A lot of help Ur'yu is going to be as he attempts to check the gashes on his brother's chest. "Shards..Miho…Miho where's that Chisoo fellow?" Cause the greenrider's stomach isn't feeling so hot right this moment.
And did we mention, J'yn has lost a lot of blood and is looking pretty woozy himself. The bronzerider winces as pressure is applied to his chest. "Shardit, lemme…lemme up!" Stubborn darned bronzie anyway, he'd probably pass out if he tried to get up.
Jannen comes out onto the sands and runs over. "Shards thats a lot o' blood!" he frowns. "That guy what took his shirt off earlier is a healer. I could go get him!" he looks ready to run off and search for Theron with all haste.
"Jannen." It's rare Fi uses the master voice, but this is one of those moments, "Run directly to the infirmary and fetch the first person in a healer's knot you see. Do it now and quickly as you can."
Once Ur'yu's gotten a look at the cuts, Miho scoots back over, pressing the towel against the wounds and letting out a stream of language that even she didn't know she had. "Chisoo! Where the hell are you? You are NOT getting up!" Yelling now, the candidate looks down at the bronze rider, shaking her head and keeping the pressure steady. At the sound of footsteps, she finally lifts her tear stained face. "He's bleeding…."
Jannen gulps a bit, not having heard that voice before, but he nods and goes to obey. "Yes ma'am," he says nervously."Sorreh," and he turns to go run and do just that.
Orionth paces back and forth, the big bronze clearly in distress over his rider's condition, he's been through this before, he may not remember specifics but he remembers this feeling. J'yn, at least, isn't fighting neither Miho or Ury as they try to keep pressure on his chest. "Jus' someone help me to th'infirmary." But he doesn't move, nope, especially since the boy goes to find a healer.
Ur'yu doesn't feel so well, but he keeps on, trying to put some sort of astringent on the cuts without really looking at the blood. "I hope he hurries."
Fiona crouches beside the other two, adding her hands to the mix applying pressure while they wait on the healer, "He's fleet of foot, my apprentice. He'll have a healer out here in no time at all." She looks past the men to Miho, "Take a deep breath, he'll be fine… when in Faranth's name did you get knotted?"
Human-healers they might not be, but it seems that some of the cavalry has arrived: Arolaeth knifes through the air, strapless but with Syra on her back. Her demand is loud, black and blue and insistent, as she backwings sharply to land besides Orionth. « What does on here?! » Syra slides down, her movements awkward with the dragon-sized healing kit that was with her on the sands clutched to her chest. Aloud, she echoes Arolaeth, "What happened here?!"
"We're coming!" A familiar voice carries across the beach, Jannen apparently having found Chisoo. Arriving a few steps ahead of few healers carrying a stretcher, Chisoo skids to a stop beside the Weyrwoman, immediately kneeling down and shooing the glasscrafter out of the way. Taking the towel from her hands, he begins applying the pressure himself and motioning the stretcher carriers over. "You might have some pretty amazing battle scars by the time this is over. Very manly of you. Bet the girls will think they're sexy." And despite it all, there's a smile on the healer's face and his voice is reassuring, a right contrast to the rest of the faces around. Sliding the stretcher closer, one of the healers moves to J'yn's head and another to his feet while Chisoo stays ready to support the middle. "We're moving him on the count of three, alright?" This said to the group in general.
Miho just stares at Fiona, taking a deep breathe, but shaking her head at the question and biting her lip.
Ur'yu needs to back away from the blood to take a breather. And then Syra and Arolaeth's arrival has him feeling perhaps a little better. "Feline attack, my brother is hurt." And he points to the Iernian bronzerider on the ground. "We've called for healers, he's lost a lot of blood. And Kojakuth can't calm Orionth." Which is why Aro is here, right?
Orionth rumbles, and moves closer to his rider, though Kojakuth tries to keep him back. « He will be alright, Orionth. » The green looks to Arolaeth for perhaps some assistance? J'yn has managed to pass out by the time the healers get to him, looking pale, but at least he's still breathing, right?
« Be still, » Arolaeth commands Orionth, the force of nearly fifty turns behind it. « He is being well-tended. » Syra shifts her healing bag, lugging it with some difficulty to back up the healers. "A feline attack? This close to the Weyr?" She glances over the work, but seems content to leave Chisoo to it. Instead, she rounds on Mihoyan and Fiona, her manner as insistent as Arolaeth's. "Tell me what happened."
Fiona backs off as Chisoo approaches, hastily wiping her now bloody hands on her trousers. Eeeeew. ewewewewew. Circuits don't bleed. After a moment she processes that she's being asked a question and shakes her head, "I don't know. I was down in the clearing." She indicates the path towards the main clearing, "With Jannen and Ur'yu when Kojakuth started panicking."
Orionth peers at Arolaeth, but the commanding tone gets through to him and he stops his pacing and trying to get to his rider, though his eyes continue to swirl with worry even as his rider is put upon the stretcher.
Once J'yn safely on the stretcher, Chisoo returns to putting pressure on the wounds. After a moment, he shakes his head though, turning to Ur'yu. "Look through the medical kits for something that'll help stop the bleeding. Soon as we get that, we're moving him to the infirmary."
When Syra turns to them, Miho shrinks back slightly, dashing the tears from her face before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "We were swimming. And he was going to put on his clothes and then…and then I heard something and I look around Orionth and the feline was attacking him….and then…And then I threw my shoe at it to distract it. But it got mad at me and he distracted it away from me…Now it's dead and he's /hurt/!"
Kojakuth is relieved as Arolaeth gets the bronze to calm down. And now she heads over to her rider who is still looking a little green around the gills so to speak, wiping his bloodied hands on his trousers for lack of anything else to use. Kojakuth croons worriedly, but she nuzzles her rider, looking over the group. « It will all be alright. » She's letting her tone touch any mind open and listening.
Arolaeth settles herself down on her too-narrow haunches, yellow-green gaze fixed firmly on Orionth as she leans heavily against the bronze. « Good, good. All will be well. Be calm. Death does not yet call for him. » Syra drops her bag in the sand, then bends down to pull out two dragon-sized squares of gauze. One is handed to each of the girls, "Clean yourselves up," while she silently sizes the girls up. Offhandedly, to Chisoo, "I've ichor coagulent in my kit, if it'll help." Then, "You've done well. Sending for the healers is the right thing to do."
Fiona takes the gauze hesitantly and scrubs at her hands with it. She's too stunned to snark, her eyes locked on Chisoo doing his healer thing. There's a reason she doesn't go to the infirmary ever if she can avoid it. Scrub scrub scrub. Out damn spot. Out! "He's going to live, right?" She's not really feeling much better than Miho herself, but she's finally noticed the tearstained face and inches that way across the sand, "He's going to be alright, Miho." She makes one more fitful scrub at her hands, then tries to offer the girl a hug.
Orionth is silent, watching quietly as his rider is worked on. J'yn is obviously silent too, ayup.
Ur'yu moves towards Syra, Miho, and Fiona. "He'll..he'll be fine, you'll see. Orionth is still here so that means he's still alive." Greenrider shudders briefly. Kojakuth has come up behind him as well, lowering her head towards the group and crooning softly. Ury does look to the weyrwoman, though, perhaps for confirmations.
Chisoo looks quite relieved at the Weyrwoman's words and quickly makes his way over to the kit. "Mind if I get it?" The healer doesn't wait for an answer though, digging through until he finds it and rushes back to the bronzerider's side. Once he's applied to coagulent, he tucks the rest into his pocket and gives a nod to the other healers. In one swift motion, they bring the stretcher up and begin to head off.
With trembling fingers, Miho takes the square of gauze, wiping at her skin with little conviction. There's a silent nod to the Weyrwoman, but the glasscrafter doesn't say anything. When Fi offers a hug though, eyes close and Miho rests her head against the older woman's shoulder.
J'yn is carried off to the infrmary, J'yn's not gonna be happy about that when he wakes up ;)
Ur'yu moves to the water to rinse his hands, sighing quietly, his family is trying to drive him to drinking. First his father, now his brother, sheesh! Kojakuth remains by the girls as she offer both a soft nuzzle.
Arolaeth breaks her gaze with Orionth to momentarily watch his rider's progress. Then, firmly, « You may follow from the air. Do not attempt to enter the infirmary. All will be well. » She doesn't release him from her compulsion, but she does considerably lighten her grip on his mind. "He's in very good hands, now. Don't worry. You've done all you can." As Ur'yu approaches, Syra's lips purse together, and she reminds him gently, "You should have called for Fenrith or Arolaeth as soon as the attack started. You should know better by now."
Fiona wraps her arm around Miho and gives her a tight squeeze, "He's going to be alright. If Syra says it, it must be true." Because… Weyrwomen can't lie? That must be it! "Sshhhh, it'll be alright. All alright."
Ur'yu nods to the weyrwoman after rinsing his hands. "I wasn't here when it started, I only came when Orionth called worriedly for Kojakuth. I came as quick as I could after, ma'am. I thought I could handle it." He looks down briefly. Obviously he didn't handle it very well huh?
Orionth shifts slightly as the queen's grip is loosened, head turning to follow the group's progress. He gives it a few moments before he takes wing, and heads towards the infirmary, to hover worriedly outside of it.
Mihoyan nods mutely against Fiona's shoulder, though by the tenseness in her muscles she still isn't quite sure. "Y-yeah…." There's further stiffening then as she hears Ur'yu getting in trouble and the candidate bites on her lip nervously.
Ur'yu looks at the dead feline, and moves to pull his brother's sword out of its side. "Kojakuth, will you please get rid of this thing?" He stares at the dead animal a moment longer before Kojakuth is moving to it, ready to dispose of the creature's body.
Now that the excitement is over, Arolaeth sags down briefly in the sand, gusting grains all over the place as she lets out a heavy sigh. "Let's get you all back to the Weyr and properly cleaned up. Nobody else is hiding hurts, right? Think you're up to the walk, you two?"
Kojakuth returns, having done something with the feline's corpse. Ur'yu has cleaned his brother's sword and is now gathering what's left of J'yn's clothes and Orionth's straps. He'll just keep an eye on this stuff for his brother..besides, J'yn can't leave without Orion's straps, right? So he'll have to stay in the infirmary untilt he healers release him.
Mihoyan shakes her head quietly. "It's all his blood…" The candidate takes a deep breathe in then, letting it out slowly with eyes closed. When she lifts her lashes again, the candidate nods and begins to get to her feet. She stretches out her legs slightly then. "I can walk. Just…a little shaken."
Fiona stands with Miho, supporting the candidate carefully, "Do you want me to walk you back to the barracks, Miho? Make sure you get there and get rested alright?"
"Arolaeth can— woops!" Whatever Syra might have been willing to offer is lost as Arolaeth abruptly pushes off the ground, straining to gain altitude as she wings back towards the hatching cavern. "Well, I suppose it was too much to expect her to leave them with Fenrith for long. Come, if aren't up to the walk, I'm sure Kojakuth will oblige?"
Kojakuth is at the girls' sides, offering green neck in support, crooning softly to both Miho and Fiona. "You two want a ride? I'm sure Kojak will take you." Kojakuth croons, eyes whirling softly as she puffs warm air over both young women. "She insists you both accept her help to the barracks." He peers at his green, "Wait, what? Fiona doesn't sleep in the barracks with the canddates." The green begs to differ, thank you very much.
Mihoyan leans on the the older woman shaily. "P-please?" She bites her lips slightly, watching as Arolaeth takes off before nodding at the Weyrwoman. When the greenrider and Kojakuth confirm the offer, the glasscrafter gives a tiny nod. "Than—oh…." Brown eyes go large as she looks between the the pair and Fio, and despite it all, one corner twists upwards in a hint of a smile.
Kojakuth's lucky Fiona's not in any position to argue. She blinks owlishly at Ur'yu, then Kojakuth, then back, "Uhm, yeah, sure. Thanks, Kojakuth." She gives Miho a gentle squeeze and a smile, then blinks again, "Wait, what?"
Syra watches, silent, but with a growing smile as Fiona seems to realize what's going on. "Ah, well then. I'd heard about you, Mihoyan, but… it appears congratulations are in order for you too, journeyman. Arolaeth will be pleased." Her smile encompasses Ur'yu as well, but then she ushers them forward. "Ur'yu, if you'd be a dear and take my bag, let's see them both back to the barracks?"
Ur'yu has already unloaded J'yn stuff onto Kojakuth, and so he gives a chuckle. "Apparently she does, Kojak, you were right." Green snorts, of course she was right! And then there's Syra's request of him taking her bag, so he moves forward to snag it. "Welcome to Candidacy Fiona." Ha! Wasn't that tricky? And she already said yeah so no takebacksies.
Miho's little lip twist turns into a full blown smile at Ur'yu's words and she gives the techcrafter's arm a little squeeze. "Congrats Fi! I'm so happy for you!"
Fiona stares wide-eyed at Ur'yu for a moment, then sighs, "Fine, thanks. At least I can say I tried, then. I'll need to arrange new mentors for my apprentices." She looks up at the green, "How do I do this?"
"No harm in trying," Syra agrees amiably. "I'll leave you to it. Congratulations again, to both of you. Ur'yu, if you'd be so kind as to drop my bag on the sands when you get a chance? I need to speak with the Weyrhealer." And Syra will precede them back to the Weyr proper, to go and check on the poor, wounded bronzerider.
Ur'yu grins, Kojakuth looks mighty proud of herself. "Well, she'll lower down and help you up, then she'll dump you off when you get to the main clearing." He winks.
Mihoyan shoots a quick smile over at Syra, calling a thank you before she departs. Once the Weyrwoman's out of view, the glasscrafter looks at Kojakuth. "Thanks for the ride…umm, don't dump us down too hard okay? It'd be bad if you broke the girls you Searched, right?"
Fiona inclines her head to Syra, forgoing the traditional salute due to her arm around Miho, "Thank you, Weyrwoman." Her gaze goes up to Kojakuth with a slight nod, "I'm ready if you are, Miho." She looks down at her hand, noting the blood in the crevasses, "I think I need a bath."
Mihoyan looks down at her own blood covered hands and clothes. "Me too. I'm ready. Definitely ready." There's a final glance given to the red stained sands, and then the glasscrafter is making her way to Kojakuth. Hopefully she'd be in bed resting soon.
Eastern Weyr - Candidate/Weyrling Cavern
Huge in its own right, this series of interlinked caverns is the complex that houses both candidates and weyrlings. Fashioned out of a multitude of hollows, it serves as a central gathering area as well as classroom. A number of deep pockets have been laborously smoothed to provide comfortable dwellings for the young dragons and their riders away from the weather of the central area, and affording them some privacy but not much. Above, the cavern opens to the sky, holding out the worst of the island's weather but allowing an aerial exit and providing natural lighting to the area. Branching off from this cavern is an opening that leads to the exercise yard, and another carved passage that leads onto the hatching sands - though this entrance is typically closed tight to prevent mischief.
Protected from the worst of the island weather, this cavern is a haven in day and night. Darkness has settled over the large expanse of the complex, paper lanterns light the pathways towards the sands and the carved passage leading into the commons. All around are the speckling of lights that accompany the occupied hollows, allowing the dragons vision for those midnight snacks and such. Summer has struck this coast paradise hard, the heat of the day neary unbareable without the shade and breezes, but the evenings made sweet with the smell of the coast.
Through the open roof of the exercise cavern, high above you can see glimpses of the weather outside, though are safe from it. Everything is half-hidden, nothing clearly seen in the dark fog. It's warm and still.
Ur'yu leads the way into the barracks, supporting Mihoyan as he goes. A frown on his face as he gets Miho on her cot. "You think she'll be alright?" He moves to fish in a pocket for something, fingers coming out with a candidate's knot which he offers to the wingsecond. "At least you can keep an eye on her, right?"
Fiona looks concerned as she helps get Miho situated on her cot, "I hope so. She's such a sweet girl, she just had a big shock." She glances at the knot when he pulls it out, one brow arching up, "You were serious?" She eyes the knot incredulously, "And I already said yes, didn't I?" She reaches for her shoulder and carefully unloops the nested wingsecond's knot, disentangling it from the journeyman's knot and offering it to him in return.
Ur'yu nods, "Of course I was serious. Kojakuth insisted, and Kojakuth usually gets what Kojakuth wants." He watches her unloop the wingseconds knot, but he doesn't reach for it. "You should keep it for now, you know, just in case you'll need it again." Hey, Kojakuth has never searched a candidate, and now she's searched two so far, he has no idea how accurate her picks are.
Fiona nods, then turns to the unclaimed cot beside Mihoyan's and puts her old knots in the press before reaching for the white candidate's knot, "Kojakuth is very insistent when she sets her mind to something. I… will you thank her for me? I'm not entirely sure I'm thankful yet, but I know that's the polite thing to do. I'm going to need to get a few things from my hut and close it up and arrange other teachers for my apprentices tomorrow." She worries at her lip with her teeth, "Is there anything else I need to be aware of?"
Ur'yu nods, "Of course." Then he goes through some things in his head. "Okay, let's see. No alcohol while a candidate, no sex." Which should't be a problem for her right? "Chores six days a week, one rest day per week. And no leaving the weyr without a rider escort." He thinks that's all, can you tell he's not very practiced at this? "And if you've any questions or concerns, let me or one of the other weyrlingmasters know."
Fiona nods a couple of times in the 'yeah, yeah, not a problem' way he likely expects and then one final nod to offer a quiet, "Thank you, I will. I think I'm going to go," she stares at her hand for a moment, then back up, "wash and try to sleep. Thank you again, sir."