Arrivals -- Igen Weyr

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Date Posted: 21:52:57 03/23/02 Sat
Author: Tanikli~Euroth * R'kese~Hakath
Subject: Arrivals

The wounded green blinks painfully into the weyr, a barely supressed grunt of pain landing her and her rider. Swiftly jumping down, Tanikli applies another coat of numbweed to Euroth's wounds, flinching as she feels the torn flesh. "No flying for quite some time, young 'un. I'll catch your wherries for you, so you can heal."

Yes, mother. Euroth intones with some of her old sarcasm. Grinning, Tani gives the green a playful swat on the neck before tending to her own self. Brushing out her long swath of black hair, she twists it into a loose bun after removing her riding gear. Now we sleep. Euroth comments as she dozes on hr couch. A golden flit pops onto Tani's shoulder, whistling in bars of immense relief.

"Dippy! I'm glad you're okay. Threadfall tough on ya?" Tani inquires, treating the little queen to a deluxe itching session as she crawls onto the couch beside Euroth. "Lucky there's room for all three of us here. I'm not leaving you wounded, Euroth, so get used to it." The warmth of her green making her drowsy, Tani slips into sleep, vaguely feeling Serendipity run her muzzle through her hair.

R'kese blinks in moments later, rubbing the long 'score that twists down his cheek. Hakath trundles to his own couch, pretty much unafflicted by the events. He watches his rider carefully, scrutinizing the young man's discomfort. "That's going to scar." R'kese mutters, reaching for the numbweed. "Shards and Shells! I'm out!" He grumbles, digging into the packs under his bed. On the couch near him, Hakath tsks.

A Healer will have plenty. I'll take you to a Healer, I'm not tired.

"Hak, I don't need a Healer. There's plenty more hurt than me, and I wouldn't want to trouble one. I'll get some numbweed after I rest. You may not be tired, but I sure as heck am." With that, the bronzerider crawls resolutely into bed, pulling the covers up in protest. Grumbling, Hakath twines his neck around his body and slips tiredly into a doze.

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