Xanadu Weyr - Clearing
A wide clearing stretches from east to west, the ground packed hard although grass grows across most of it. Trees are strictly forbidden in this space, their danger to the constant draconic traffic reason enough to banish them to the forest that creates a this and sharp border to the north. Where the ground is less trampled, tiny flowers poke their delicate heads out from their shaded hiding places with upturned petals to wave to whoever may be looking.
The cliff looms imposingly on three sides, stretching upwards all the way up the side of the mountain where, high above, Xanadu's Star Stones and the ever present watchdragon sit on a lonely peak. Directly south is a massive tunnel, fully wide enough for even the largest dragon to fly down. Southeast are wide steps leading up to the Caverns and eastwards is the large entrance to the Infirmary. Somewhat north of the Infirmary is a human sized archway that has a frequent quantity of traffic — it leads to the Tavern. Southwest lies the low ledges currently belonging to Xanadu's queens while north and west a broad path cut by the side of the cliff leads to the Feeding Grounds and due north is the spacious trail that leads to the rest of the Weyr.
People: X'hil, Cenlia, and Medani
Dragons: Anlyth and Kinseth
X'hil is leaning against Kinseth, hiding under a wing you might say. Hiding under a wing and cursing. "No, we can't go to the beach, because /she's/ there. No. No, and that's final." he's muttering to Kinseth, or at Kinseth rather. Kinseth seems a little fidgety, not used to being held back, but he can't exactly go for a swim right now, not with his straps on. That's all part of X'hil's insidious plan to keep him away from /her/, no doubt.
Afternoon in the weyr is supposed to be a lazy, quiet time, right? Well, not for Cenlia. In fact, she's looking especially harried as she jogs out of the caverns muttering, "Rope, I need rope…" Anyone who'd been here a few minutes earlier would have seen her dart out from the gardens straight into the caverns- but apparently she didn't find what she was looking for. There's an old cloth belt in her hands, but the irritated expression on her face likely means it'll be inadequate. But inadequate for what?
Medani hums softly to herself as she fusses with the straps currently half-embracing Anlyth. She could probably do it faster than she is, but both dragon and rider seem content with the very casual pace. Naturally, slumped upon the ground nearby is the small bundle of utility gear that is typically afixed amidst the straps, a coil of rope peeking free of it. She doesn't hear the girl's muttering, but spares a glance in her direction as she continues her work.
Kinseth raises a head and his fine draconic hearing to peer over at Cenlia. Rope? The bronze swings his head around to regard his straps briefly, then resettles. X'hil frowns a little at Kinseth's curiousity, then scowls, the dragon deciding to stay quiet on this one. He looks both ways before he emerges from the safety of hiding under Kinseth's wing, jogging over to Cenlia. "Er, hey, what's got you darting all across the Weyr, then?" he asks of the young gardener. Medani's gear is almost tripped over, but he manages to side-step it at the last moment. If he knew what she was after, well, it's right there.
Coming to a stop, Cenlia looks a bit startled, apparently not having noticed X'hil hidden under Kinseth's wing. "You!" she says, as soon as he jogs over. And points at him, completely ignoring his question. And then, possibly realizing that's probably not quite the right answer, she mutters, "I mean, er, rope. There's a shardin' ovine stuck in the garden." And then, spying Medani's gear, she quickly speaks up, "Aha! Er, ma'am? Could I borrow your rope for a bit?" And adds a little softer, "I gotta get back before dragonhealer K'vin decides to wrestle it loose." Though the slight grin indicates she's joking about this last part. Hopefully.
With a final tug and a bit of magic (or leverage, if you like) Medani gets the straps released and stalks around to begin gathering them as Anlyth rises onto her feet so her rider can tromp around beneath her for a few moments. She comes out with an armful of leather, looking towards the girl, "Hmmm? Oh, sure. Just bring it back." She tosses the straps to the ground in a semi-neat pile, then hesitates, "Wait, wrestle it loose? What'd I miss while I was out?"
X'hil blinks at Cenlia's almost accusatory recognition, and instinctively looks behind himself for this 'you', but there's no-one there. Unless she meant Kinseth, maybe? But, no, probably not. "Er. Yes. Me." he finally responds, vaguely puzzled. "Rope, right, I," there's a pause, as Cenlia asks for Medani's rope, "er, never mind." Then there's another pause, longer, more perplexed. "Wrestle /what/ loose?" he finally asks.
Cenlia grins a bit, "An ovine got in the garden somehow. Now it's stuck in a shrub, an' I got sent for some rope." She does glance over towards the meadow, in the direction of the garden, a little worried frown working its way over her face. She certainly couldn't be worried about K'vin, could she? After all, it's only a sheep. No, she's worried about her plants, "Shardin' thing's gonna damage the roots, the way it was struggling." Well, at least she's not worried about the sheep.
Medani glances to X'hil, offering a smile but nothing more for the moment. "That sounds delic- er, troublesome. A shrub? Really? This should be worth seeing. Ovines are easy though." She stoops down to dig the rope free, using it to motion at Cenlia, "Go on ahead, it sounds more entertaining than tragic." The coil is then slung over her shoulder, Medani clearly intent upon following.
X'hil frowns a little at Cenlia, obviously not believing her at first. "A sheep. Stuck. In a shrub." he repeats flatly, shaking his head. "This, I've got to see." Kinseth even seems interested, stretching up and craning his neck, trying to peer into the gardens from here. "Heh. Kin, if a /sheep/ got stuck there, what chance do you have?"
It's late afternoon, and Cenlia, X'hil, and Medani are standing by the two dragons, talking. About a sheep. Stuck in a shrubbery. And there may have been something about K'vin possibly wrestling it? Wait what? And what's Medani intending to do with that rope? Cenlia can't help grinning at Medani and X'hil, and giggles at Kinseth, saying, "It's all yours, Sir Kinseth. As soon as it's outta the garden." And she immediately heads in the direction of the gardens.
Xanadu Weyr - Garden
An arch woven from the tendrils of a willow tree stretches overhead lightly creeping with ivy as one steps in from the meadow into this sanctuary of green. Cool gray flagstone carefully spaced enables a soft velvety moss to thrive within the cracks, and creates a single wide pathway that fluidly breaks off into two paths of stone once free of the natural arbor. It is a wonder this place, and meticulously tended from the way it seems not a single leaf is out of place. On either side of the main path expansive grassy patches are trimmed short and edged behind with natural tan colored stone selectively chosen to stack just right. Beyond these are a line of fine puffed shrubberies in vibrant green intermingled with flowering bushes of brilliant pinks varying in hue from the very light to the very dark, which causes the occasional snowy white blossoms of other scattered here and there without worry to simply pop out of the scenery.
Directly in the center of the garden is another wall of intricately stacked stone, this of muted grays, creating what from the air would prove to be a perfect circle. It's been set high for safety, but not so much as one would not be able to lean over it to admire what lies beyond, either standing or sitting at the smattering of benches whose backs are set every four feet along it. Flush to the ground inside it's protective stone outcropping, is an enormous twenty to the ground inside it's protective stone outcropping, is an enormous twenty foot wide fish pond. Within one can glean the metallic glint of playful goldfish, the unhurried cruise of fat koi, and even a frog or three among pale yellow and white flowering water lilies and their thick green pads.
The trees surrounding the entire garden were planted to give the impression that they had always been here, not only lending to a rustic look, but also eluding to the beauty that can be found among the wilds if only one might just look for it. Species vary from the ordinary Birch and Pine, but the flaming red capsules of the Indian Shot to the robust orange spokes of the Firewheel tree suggest the spice of the exotic. The two paths leading away from the entrance have come full circle, wrapping around to meet each other on the other side, yet still continue on to the far left and right. One path leads off deeper into the surrounding woods, while the other wider; cheerily decorated with brightly colored slabs of painted stones.
People: Medani, Cenlia, and X'hil
Firelizards: Trouble, Charmer, Mizzle, and Rogue
Other: Lost Ovine and Greenhouse
As soon as one enters the garden, the sounds of urgent 'baaa baaaa!' and more 'BAAing' assaults the ears. Four hatchling firelizards, two blues (one midnight dark, the other summer-sky bright), a brown, and a goldeny bronze are huddled on a bench. As soon as Cenlia comes within sight, they all creel at her, demanding attention and possibly scolding her for running off like that. "Not now," the gardener girl grumbles at her flock, jogging right past them and deeper into the garden, going off the path and pushing past rows of shrubbery.
X'hil follows Cenlia and Medani to the gardens, glancing backwards as Kinseth doesn't actually seem to be getting any further away. And, truth be told, he isn't. Every few steps X'hil takes, Kinseth takes one of his own, matching his rider's pace. As the garden approaches though, it becomes clear that Kinseth is just too large to fit, and his pace slows to a sulky crawl. He flops down at the edge of the meadow, glaring briefly at Anlyth. He can stick his head in, so he can at least /see/ what's going on, but that's not enough! Sulk sulk sulk. "Oy, stop it." X'hil snaps at the bronze, seemingly at random. The dragon does seem to back off a little, though.
Medani resists the urge to whistle as she sets off in the little convoy. Or at least for only whistles for a few moments before she stifles the sound, annoying, though at least in key. Her nose starts to twitch as the alarmed calls reach out to her. The sound makes for an easy target to zone in upon. For a moment she just studies the situation. Somewhere behind, hunkered down a little awkwardly, but looking terribly smug with herself is Anlyth, watching far enough back to remain out of the way, and diligently ignoring the other dragon.
Cenlia parts the branches finally, and reveals… a sheep! There is, indeed, a sheep. A big, wooly sheep. It 'baaa's loudly as people come within sight, and sets to thrashing about even more violently. The reason for its loudness quickly becomes apparent, as the animal appears to be wedged between the trunks of two thick shrubs. 'Baa!' it cries, and yet, despite being trapped, it's still munching away on the nearest leaves and branches. Cenlia glares at the ovine, her eyes drawn to where its feet are churning the ground and damaging the roots of the nearest plants. "Gonna let the dragons eat you," she grumbles at the sheep.
X'hil frowns a little at the sheep, and glances back towards Kinseth, finally admitting, "You know, maybe it's not such a good idea to have the dragons hanging around." with a wry quirk of his lips. He inches forward to get a better look at the sheep, and shakes his head. "What we need to do," he begins, instinctively taking charge, drawing on his search and rescue experience. "We need to … Get the rope under its belly, somehow. And then… Hmm. We could, er, thread the ropes through trees maybe, and use them for leverage?" He glances around, trying to gauge whether there are any suitable trees within reach of the rope.
Medani remarks absently, "It probably would cause less damage on the way out if it were dead, but thats something of an extreme measure." She draws the rope from her shoulder and begins loosing a portion of it loose down to her feet, "Did you have something specific in mind for this or are we just gonna yank her free?" She considers for a moment, "It'll do some damage, but she got in there on her own, with a bit of coaxing she'll be able to work her way out."
The nearest trees are just close enough. This part of the garden is full of lush greenery. The shrubs and the woods mingle. And there is a sheep. But… there is no K'vin. Where's the dragonhealer gotten to? Well, he's not here, that's for sure. "Sir-" Cenlia looks around, frowning. "I musta took too long," she mutters, and then glares at the sheep, as if it had ate K'vin. Cenlia doesn't look like she objects to Medani's idea to slay the sheep, but since X'hil has an idea to get it out, the farmer girl offers, "I could climb up and swing the rope over the branches there," she points to a couple of suitably thick branches near the trunks of some nearby trees.
X'hil nods slowly, eyeing the tree. He moves over to tap on the suggested branches, then gives Cenlia the thumbs up. "Alright. Um. The tricky part will be getting the ropes /under/ the sheep." he does note, with a frown. "If it were dead, that /would/ help a lot." he has to note, but it's reluctantly. "I'd rather prefer to get it out alive." Even if it is rather likely to end up Kinseth's lunch at the end of this. "I was a search and rescue rider for near eight turns, old habits are hard to break." the Weyrsecond explains.
Medani smiles, "The deciding factor would be whether she's just destined to be eaten soon anyway, or if one of the herders is expecting to get another cut of wool from her a turn or two down the line." She shrugs, continuing to unfurl the rope, "I'm not sure suspending a sheep into the air is the best idea, but it'll probably work fine, least until she starts in with the panic'd flailing." She hesitates for a moment, imagining that, "Should perhaps tie her legs if we're gonna hoist her."
Cenlia eyes the sheep's still-churning feet dubiously, "If you wanna try tyin' it up…" She stands by the tree, ready to take the rope up, but not seeming to care one way or another how the animal is removed. She looks more worried about the abused ahrubbery. The sheep, for its part, is still going 'baaa!' and and wriggling. The sight of the dragons is probably not helping much.
X'hil nods quickly at Medani's suggestion. "Yes. Yes, tie her legs." There's a pause, and he cautiously approaches the sheep, then reaches for one end of the rope. "If, if I harness this right… distribute the weight…" he mutters, looping the rope around the animal's legs, then criss-crossing it underneath the sheep's belly, getting kicked around a bit by the frantic sheep for his trouble. He pulls the rope tight once he's done, retraining the sheep's legs. He holds his breath a moment, and the rope netting seems to hold. "Right… Now, one end through that tree, one end through another, and, /lift/." he says, moving over to loop the other end through the other tree. "When you're ready? Er, could you, er…?" he glances to Medani, not knowing her name yet, "Um, could you pull the sheep forward as soon as she's clear of the shrubbery? Don't want her to fall back into it, after all."
Medani shakes her head, "I'm afraid you have the wrong kind of crafter for that." She motions with a hand to Cenlia, "Easier to climb then catch the rope, head on up," Soon enough X'hil is taking charge of the dirty work, and she seems to approve. Before she notices the weaving and binding of the animal's legs she'd started to unfasten her belt for a similar binding. Oh well… still, it's fun to watch. She simply tosses the rope where it might be needed. "I'll see what I can manage, sure…"
Cenlia stands well out of the way, making a face as X'hil gets kicked around a bit. Great, she's managed to get him drunk, weyrseconded, and now she's got him hogtying sheep? Well, at least the weyrseconding was his own fault… she hopes. Ah well, at least she can't get in trouble for /this/. The farmer girl has been climbing trees all her life, and it shows. Taking the other end of the rope, she scrambles up the trunk. In a moment, she's swung the rope over and scrambled back down, the rope end now hanging within easy reach as it snakes over the branch. She glances at X'hil for further instructions.
X'hil tilts his head around the tree at Cenlia, then nods at the sheep. "On the count of three, /pull/!" He calls out, adding to Medani, "Get ready to pull the sheep forward." And one final coordination, "When she pulls the sheep forward, we'll let the rope go slack, okay, Cenlia?" he just about orders, then begins the countdown. "One!" Kinseth pokes his head back in, freaking out the sheep, "TWO!" A glare shot Kinseth's way has the head withdrawing, and then there's nowhere to go but, "THREE! PULL!"
Medani stands nearby, a bit in the likekly swing path of the soon to be flying sheep. She leans a bit over the bush, and is conveniently tall enough that it should be a trivial enough task. She reaches out for the easy handle provided by thick wool and gives a pull, setting the sheep swinging clear of the shrubbery. Of course, a moment of mis-timing on one end of the task or the other sets her momentum going the opposite direction, and leaning as she is, she tumbles into the remains of the bush with a squealing cry.
On three, Cenlia tugs on the rope. Tugs hard. And, er, it doesn't seem to budge at first. She all but jumps up, grabbing higher and using her full weight… and ends up for one moment swinging slowly on the rope above the ground. Er. This is not how it's supposed to go. Either the sheep is really wedged in there, or the fourteen-turn-old girl is just not strong enough. And then suddenly the sheep is free! Er, well, hogtied. But free of her precious shrubbery. Cenlia lands back on her feet and lets the rope go as soon as the sheep has been pulled far enough forward- and the sheep that was swinging now isn't - it's heading back towards the ground! Whoops.
It all seems to be going relatively smoothly, frantically kicking sheep legs aside, but life doesn't always go quite to plan. X'hil had leapt right back into his old wing role, complete with assuming his companions were as well trained and cooperative as his old well-trained wing. Hilarity ensues! No, wait, just disaster. "Er, I, are you okay?" he asks, before Cenlia lets go of the rope. He lets his own side loose moments later, because otherwise the sheep would be right back in the shrubbery. He does run over then, and tries to lift the sheep and, well, move it. The rope is more of a hindrance now though, as it seems to be caught on something.
Medani has a bound but flailing sheep atop her, with scratchy but kinda springy bush beneath her. At first she simply groans, shuffling a bit but then going still for the moment, figuring it's probably better to give things a moment to work themselves out. She does at least have her hands in front of her to help push out of the shrub when the moment is right. Anlyth is rather more concerned, she stays out of the way, but emits an alarmed noise that sends the animal into a panic. Not helping, really.
And wow, is that sheep panicking! It's been stuck, hoisted into the air, and now dropped on someone! Flying sheep aside, there are also /dragons/ and some guy is trying to lift it back up? It might be hogtied, but it's squirming like crazy. And with the rope caught on something… that's a lot of friction. Is that the sound of breaking fibers? It might be. Hard to tell, though, over all that baaaing.
Cenlia opens her mouth, having been looking at the sheep, not the woman, and only now seems to realize that they've dropped a sheep on someone. She runs over, asking, "Are you okay?" But the gardener girl's gaze swings quickly to the plants, and that worried frown is back.
X'hil frowns at the sheep, then shakes his head. "You, dragon, come pull this sheep off!" he barks at Anlyth, his order reluctantly seconded by Kinseth, who still would much rather be there himself. "Dragon strength should get it off in no time." he adds, trying to be comforting, but really he's floundering. Where did things go wrong? How did they go /this/ bad? Training, he needs more training… But, he's a crafter now, but… But now is /not/ the time to be reconsidering career moves. "Um, um, Cenlia, see if the rope is caught on anything on that side, I'll, um, check this side."
Medani coughs softly, which is probably good, since that means she still has some air in her lungs, "I'm fine! Just get this sharding oversized mutton off me!" She makes no move to rise yet, grunting a bit as the animal flails and tries hard to do just that. "And you just shush," she calls out in an irritated voice, and the green lowers the level of her grumbling, though doesn't seem all that contented. It is better when she has something practical to do, and once she's cleared to come in and sure she's not going to hurt anyone in the tight quarters, which involves a look and maybe even a gentle nudging given to the nearby girl, the green sidles up close and quite daintily takes the animal in claw, relocating her, still alive too, nice as she is.
Cenlia reluctantly approaches the flailing sheep to check on the ropes, but stops as she gets a dragon-nudge. The girl quickly moves aside to watch as the sheep is safely relocated. She grins at the dragon, "Ya got dinner tonight," and then kneels down to check on the shrub- er, on Medani. "You okay, Ma'am?" But from over where the ovine is still struggling, there is aloud SNAP as the most frayed part of the rope suddenly breaks. Terrific. Good thing there's a dragon right there…right?
X'hil smiles briefly at the green, a stressed thin-lipped kind of smile, but still… "Thank you!" he tells the dragon, Kinseth echoing his rider's words again. The man feels kind of awkward after that, as if wondering who /he/ is, to be giving orders. He's the Weyrsecond, apparently, though he certainly doesn't act it, most of the time. "Er, is, everyone— Snap? Something went … The sheep!" he whirls around and eyes the sheep, Kinseth sticking his great big head in again to check up on things. X'hil doesn't make a move, waiting to see what the sheep is going to do first. It /might/ run harmlessly away? Yeah, he kind of doubts it.
Medani isn't thinking about the sheep right now, though Anlyth is keeping an eye upon it, standing ready to leave it alone if it just dashes off, but also set to slap it down in a rather severe fashion if it wants to be problematic (as in splat). Medani pushes herself up with another groan, settling back upon her knees and panting for a moment as she steadies herself, sore as hell, or at least she will be soon. For the most part she looks ok at least, her wherhide jacket taking the worst of the shrubby onslaught, though her face and hands look to be scratched up quite a bit, and oh, her hair is haphazardly adorned with a crown of leaves and twigs.
Cenlia is looking Medani over for any obviously serious injuries. Well, okay, the gardener girl is also examining the now quite flattened shrubbery. "We shoulda just cut the shrubs," she groans, adding a rather grumpy, "Gonna have to replant…" She looks up when X'hil mentions the sheep, and makes a face.
The sheep bawls in panic. Having been lifted by a dragon was too much. It flails wildly, finding its feet and, well, dashes off. And of course, it's stampeding /away/ from the dragons. Right back towards the people!
X'hil stares at the sheep, frozen in place for a long moment, surely about to be trampled. But, at the last minute, self preservation kicks in … and how! He jumps to the side and sets out in a run, heading towards Kinseth's big bronzen head. And tripping over a twig, or a root, or a rock, or his own feet - the latter most likely - about halfway there. Kinseth groans at his rider's clumsiness. Honestly! Still, it got him out of harms way. Or did it?
Medani misses all but the last moments of the new calamity, though Anlyth does not. Already getting out of reach of one of her forelegs, she instead lashes out with her mouth, a huff of breath ruffling the two left in the way, the now screaming animal firmly entrapped by a toothy maw. The dragon growls throatily as she twists the sheep and producing a gut-rending snapping noise, and the rest is just a moment of gore before she tosses it aside (towards Kensith, incidently). Medani starts to chuckle a bit, and in turn gets nudged by the dainty, but currently bloody maw.
Cenlia is still kneeling beside Medani and the poor shrubbery. The farmer girl's eyes go wide as the sheep stampedes… and as X'hil runs away. He seems to be good at that, doesn't he? What with the fleeing from the kitchens the other day. She'd be rolling her eyes if she didn't have a panicked sheep bearing down on her. Luckily, there is a dragon. And one gorey moment later the sheep is flying - again. Cenlia makes a face as she gets some blood-spatter on her, but eh, she's had to de-feather and gut enough chickens in her life to not mind too much. The sheep, however, is heading off towards Kinseth… and wasn't X'hil halfway there? The girl watches the now-dead flying ovine. Nothing she can do.
X'hil tries to get up, and winces, falling at the first try, then trying again, hobbling as quickly as he can to Kinseth's side. That's /before/ the sheep flies in that direction, obviously, and by the time it does go flying it's rather too late for him to get out of the way. "Aargh!" is his overly dramatic cry, as he's knocked to the ground, under a massive chunk of sheep. Well, so much for getting the sheep out /alive/, but at least it's not going to bother anyone else ever again. Except for X'hil, that is. Kinseth struggles to get closer, getting his large shoulders a little bit stuck between a pair of trees, but he reaches the sheep, and plucks it right off of his rider with a possessive growl. MINE! Whether he's possessive about the sheep or his rider is less clear.
Medani is still catching her breath, or at least she's resting, it's clear she has breath enough as she continues to chuckle, oblivious to the rest of the scene playing out as she reaches up with a hand to stroke Anlyth's muzzle. She finally quiets, then looks to Cenlia, "Are you ok, hon?" A glance towards X'hil and her eyes widen. It's clear that another laugh is stifled as she shakily scrambles to her feet with another groan, "Are you ok?"
Cenlia watches the flying sheep land on the weyrsecond, and from her almost-guilty expression, you'd think she was the one to blame. Guess she'll just have to add this to the list of things that are (indirectly) her fault. How does she manage to be around so much trouble? And there wasn't even booze involved this time! "Am fine," she gets to her feet and adds, with a somewhat lopsided grin, "He's not." She heads over to X'hil, giving Kinseth a frown, perhaps wondering if he's actually going to be stuck between the pair of trees… the sheep was trouble enough, but a bronze dragon?
X'hil remains on his back for a while, looking up at Kinseth as the bronze munches oh so happily away on /his/ sheep. After a moment, there's a quiet rumbling noise, slowly growing louder, until it becomes apparent that the man is … laughing? He must be in shock, or something. Over-stressed. Driven completely and utterly insane. But, it /was/ a fairly ludicrous event, the whole sheep thing. "I, I'm okay. I, hey, I am." He seems surprised at that. He's okay! Well, except for a probably sprained ankle, "Shards, but I needed that." The laugh, not the whole sheep debacle. "I, er, hang on. Kinseth?" he frowns up at his lifemate, who is just now finishing the last of his sheepy meal, the dragon obviously hasn't yet considered that he might be … stuck.
Medani takes just a moment or two to make sure she actually is able to keep standing, and she lets the laughter come. She walks towards X'hil rather slowly, a bit of her own blood (as opposed to the sheep's) trickling from her forehead to her nose, unnoticed or at least ignored. "Glad to hear it." She doesn't really consider the bronze and trees. Anlyth however, does start to notice, and offers up a remark that's casual, coy, teasing, with just a hint of ridicule, mentioning something about weight and the sheep not helping… and if he needs a nudge.
When Cenlia sees that Medani is upright and X'hil is laughing, the girl can't help but grin wider. She laughs too, if only because the situation was so absurd. Though when X'hil says his dragon's name, the girl turns look at the bronze. Maybe even snerks a bit… after all, she might find this whole situation hilarious, and she'd even have been laughing her head off… if she weren't suddenly concerned about the damage the bronze dragon might do to the trees. "I'm already gonna have to replant the shrubbery," Cenlia says loudly at Kinseth. "Don't you /dare/ move." And she even waggles a finger at him. And to think, the first time she saw the dragon, she was afraid he'd sniff at her! Well, the preservation of her plants takes precedence, apparently. Turning to X'hil she asks with some exasperation, "Please tell me he ain't stuck?"
Kinseth realises he's slightly stuck, yes. But he snorts and shakes off Anlyth's attempts to assist with a proud «I don't /need/ help.» sent to the green. He merely spreads his large wings and begins to flap them in such a manner as to push /away/ from the trees. It definitely seems to be working, as the bronze dragon slowly scoots backwards, leaving the mostly-eaten sheep carcass just sitting there, now out of his reach. X'hil sits up finally, and frowns at the carcass, then looks up at Kinseth, with a groan. "Great, now you'll be coughing up wool for days. Just … just great. You know how I hate the feel of wool in your throat!" the man complains, with a shudder. The complaint makes perfect sense, if you're a rider. Every weyrling knows the feeling of things, hunger, physical pain, emotion, and eventually lust, that are not your own. X'hil snickers a little at Cenlia's warning to Kinseth, and says, "Er, sorry?" after the bronze is well and truly back in the meadow. And then the man is laughing again. "You know what, I reckon there's /just/ enough of that tuber ale left for a single shot each." he suggests, adding, "Though someone might have to, er, help me to it. Or at least as far as Kinseth."
Medani shakes her head, briefly shielding her eyes from the mild windstorm kicked up by the bronze. "Now that everyone is safe, and we have a mess to clean up… hrm, or at least the weyrlings have some mess to clean up!" She sobers for a moment as she starts to notice the bleeding about the point it begins to slide across her lips, "Shards." She fetches out a cloth and wipes her face, frowning as it start to burn in response as the injuries begin to be noticed. She presses the cloth to her forehead, which is probably the worst of it. With that mention of liquor, "I think the infirmary would be a better first stop," And she moves close to offer an arm and shoulder to the man for support as she keeps her other hand bandaging herself awkwardly. Her motion and attitude would imply that she's not keen on accepting anything but a yes in this. "Drinks can wait."
Cenlia groans and gives the bronze dragon a glare, muttering at X'hil, "After this? Am gonna need it." And, looking from the flattened shrubbery to the broken tree branches, the girl almost whines, "And I just got done trimming!" Cenlia's four little firelizards, who've been sitting back and watching the absurdity, simultenously give cheerful little trills. They like being in the garden, after all. The girl glares at them, too. Finally, grumbling, "I ain't cleaning this up." And she scoops up her flits, the two blue hatchlings perching on her shoulders while the bronze and the brown growl at each other in her arms. She just follows the two riders - she's not really tall enough to help anyone along.
X'hil winces at Medani's suggestion of infirmary before booze. The healers might say no to booze! But he can't exactly hobble far under his own power, so he forces himself up, then leans gratefully on Medani for support. Just as far as Kinseth mind, everyone would probably prefer it if he used Kinseth for support. "Alright, Kinseth, alright already. Infirmary /first/." Grumble grumble grumble. Kinseth snorts, from the meadow of course, but X'hil feels no pressing need to hurry. "I'm moving as fast as I sharding can, give it a rest already." And then the bronze gives a whine. If the rider can feel the dragon's pain, the dragon can feel the rider's. This /does/ spur X'hil onwards.
Medani is ok with letting the dragon take over the man's weight, she might survive it, but her chest and back is really starting to protest everything from walking to breathing now. Anlyth is a bit more tolerant and calm as she takes up the rear of the little convoy. Anlyth is tasked with calling in the mentioned weyrlings, or at least candidates, passing the message to the weyrlingmaster. Medani glances back to Cenlia, "Checking yourself in too, or just hoping for a nip after we've been looked at?" She's grinning again.
In answer to Medani's question, Cenlia grins a bit, "Should just make off with the rest of the bottle myself," and as they pass the clearing, she does eye the entrance to the caverns. But she follows them into the infirmary anyways. After all, if X'hil's out of commission, who's she going to get to help her snatch more booze? Or maybe she's actually a bit concerned about the two riders that've just had sheep dropped on them. Yeah, maybe that's it.
Kinseth takes the man's weight just as soon as he gets out of the clearing, X'hil actually scrambling up onto the bronze's back to get the weight off of his foot. It would have been sooner, but Kinseth couldn't fit in the garden. "You make off with the bottle, and I won't help you get any more." he warns, threatens, rather. Whatever happened to hungover never-going-to-touch-another-drop X'hil? It's medicinal! He's in pain, booze dulls the pain. That's /totally/ different!
Xanadu Weyr - Infirmary
The infirmary here is intended for human care. It is spotless and smells of disinfectant, cots are lined up against one wall, a curtain can be pulled to give some privacy to the occupants of the cots if they so desire. A cabinet stands off against another wall, instruments and medications stored against when they will be needed. A couple of curtained off beds are used for examinations of patients and the treatment of minor injuries which won't require long term care. A desk with chair is just off of the doorway for the healer to sit and catch up on record keeping after a long days work.
People: X'hil, Cenlia, and Medani
Medani shakes her head a bit at the banter, in a mix of pain and amusement as she goes, conversing silently with Anlyth. Considering that she and X'hil are covered with blood (even if it's largely sheep's blood), the reaction from staff lingering in there is probably a little less excited than might be expected. Still, the place definitely explodes into action as riders are sent to take seats, and Cenlia is rounded upon for inspection as well if she's not careful and firm in maintaining her lack of actual injury. Being the elegent harper that she is, Medani calmly explains to the nurse, teeth briefly gritted with pain, "We were hit by a sheep. Yes, the same sheep."
Cenlia hasn't forgotten X'hil's vow, and promptly reminds him teasingly, "Weren't able handle your drink last time. Thought you weren't ever gonna have anymore?" And she gives him a lopsided grin, "Might end up doing something worse'n getting the weyrwoman drunk, this time." Whatever could she mean by that? And when they get to the infirmary, there are healers trying to poke and prod at her, just because of a little blood splatter. "No, THEY got hit by the ovine! I ain't hurt- what, this? It's sheep's blood…."
X'hil manages to be dragged in by Kinseth, though the bronze again has to wait outside, so the man has to hobble the rest of the way himself. Why? Pride. Or something silly like that. "I /won't/ ever drink any more. But. Shame to let that bottle go to waste, you know?" he tries to justify it, to himself as much as to anyone else. "Besides, there's not enough left to get drunk, not shared between three people." He grunts as he takes a seat, snorting as a healer peers at him. "'S not /my/ blood, I'm not bleeding." Wait, is he? No, no, the sheep landed on him, but he's wearing his jacket, so there were no cuts. He's probably bruised all over, and /might/ even have a cracked rib, though it's his ankle that's really bothering him.
Medani sheds her filthy and scarred jacket, a bit awkward about it as she does her best to keep pressure on her cut through the process. She turns to X'hil nearby and starts to offer a hand out, thinking better of it when she considers the burning sensation and the blood there, "My name is Medani, by the way, rider of Anlyth and harper in this area." She glances around a little more around the room and back to X'hil as she waits for attention, "Yourself?"
The healers, despite the claims of sheep's blood, check over the riders thoroughly, trying to remove clothing when neccessary. And a couple healers /try/ to check over Cenlia, but the girl's four firelizards hiss and growl and put up such a fuss that it gives them pause. That's certainly enough for the farmcrafter girl, who makes a run for it - straight out the door! Someone goes after her, but the rest of the infirmary staff are busy fussing over the two riders, bringing antiseptics and bandages. The most senior healer on duty at the moment gets rushed over, and the first thing he asks is, "Sheep?" But he's directing nurses to take saline-soaked clothes and clean off the sheep's blood. "If you've cuts, they'll get infected. Now, what happened, and where does it hurt?" The healer himself check's Medani's head wound, instructing her to lie down, saying "Do you feel any nausea?" as he checks for signs of concussion.
X'hil keeps the introduction simple, "X'hil, rider of Kinseth. I used to ride search and rescue here." He mentioned that earlier, though. Well, the search and rescue part, at least. "Been at Ierne Weyrhold, studying weaver craft the past few turns, though." He was born and bred here, impressed age 12, disappeared one day early in his 20s, turned up at Ierne. He frowns a little, and tugs on his ill-fitting jacket absently, pulling it off eventually. "I hate going to the infirmary. Hate." he mutters under his breath, but knowing that Kinseth feels his pain is enough incentive. He sits perfectly still as the healer takes Medani to a cot, pretending he's just fine. Just fine and coincidentally stained with something that looks an awful lot like blood… but it isn't, really. Nope, he's fine… He closes his eyes and winces, then hobbles over to a cot near Medani, to wait for a healer. Kinseth. Think of Kinseth. Do it for Kinseth.
Medani nods as the soaks in the introduction, then goes through the explanation of her injuries in brief, "I fell into a shrub," She indicates the scratches, "And then a sheep fell on my back, which actually rather hurts to lay on right now," Regardless, she's laying upon it as requested, "Not feeling sick at all, didn't get hit in the head I don't think." She offers up absently to X'hil as she endures the appraisal, "I guess you're young enough to be born while I was at the hall, and I'm out of the weyr doing things afield as often as I'm here in these last turns."
Somebody finally takes a look at X'hil's ankle, and binds it if neccessary - and if X'hil lets him, giving proper instructions to keep off of it. Another healer brings over a few cloths and sets about cleaning any cuts with stinging antiseptic. The healer tending Medani immediately checks her for broken ribs and spinal injury. Does she have any broken bones? Numbweed and more saline-dipped cloths are brought over, and nurses attempt to clean her cuts and apply numbweed to bruised areas as well. That head wound gets a closer look, with the healer saying something about headwounds bleeding a lot. Also, stitches? Well, someone's bringing over a needle…
X'hil winces as his ankle is looked at, and bandaged, then hobbles back out to Kinseth, smirking to himself. If Cenlia does make it to the store room without healer interference, she may find that someone has been there first. The bottle isn't there. And neither is X'hil, climbing aboard Kinseth and sending the bronze for a flight. Not between, just straight flight to some quiet part of the Weyr.