Numbweed -- The Foothills

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Date Posted: 21:25:03 03/02/02 Sat
Author: A'rak~Kadoth
Subject: Numbweed
In reply to: S'sha and Kylith || R'nos and Leth || Evelene and Palirth || T'yin and Viouth 's message, "The fight continues..." on 18:27:50 03/02/02 Sat

Outside the Great Hall, Kadoth catches Shrineth's call. He bugles for A'rak and the boy comes running out, his arms full with two pots of numbweed. Clambering aboard the shifting young bronze, he looks forward resolutely. "Go, Kadoth." Heaving himself into the air, Kadoth zooms along toward the Foothills, the roars and shouts of Threadfall drawing nearer in the hearing of both. Seeing his sister beside a fallen green, he urges his dragon faster. "It looks like...oh no! Come on!" Halting before Viouth, Kadoth allows his rider to scramble down. The boy strides over to the green, his blue eyes dark with concern. "Let me help you Viouth, it looks bad. Trust me, I've put numbweed on herdbeasts, you can't be too much different." He murmurs, extracting a soothing clump of numbweed and getting to work. "'Sae, don't forget near his shoulder! It's bad scored!" He calls to his sister as he works.

Bad, looks like. I'm sorry for you both. A'rak can help, much as he looks otherwise. And his sister is with your rider. Kadoth tells the green gently. I'm sorry this happened. He adds, watching the proceedings with a muted air of alertness. A'rak signals Wessae and they each hold onto T'yin. Gently helping his sister, they manage to get him onto the ground between them and lean him into a half sitting position against Viouth.

"Tell me if we can move him, I'm not through with your numbweed yet." A'rak explains, returning to his doctoring. "She'll take care of him."

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