Alara is Searched

Xanadu Weyr - Beach


The unerring range of subdued white rises and falls in a multitude of sandy dunes, creating an endless amount of tiny valleys constantly demolished and rebuilt by the frequent arrival or departure of a dragon. Smoothing out as it slopes gently to the edge of the deep blue water, the sand darkens and a shell here and there stands out for children to collect. The beach itself is set along a low cliff - the height lessoning as one heads eastwards, blocking a portion of the beach from direct access.
The wide wide stretch of water opens up to the east, the far distant shore way beyond the horizon and the beach curves ever so slowly round to east and west, distant arms of land embracing the wind-ruffled Caspian Lake. East leads up to the mouth of the Rubicon River, where the protecting cliff is merely an arms length higher then the sand, and beyond that, a winding road leading out of Xanadu's territory. Westwards, the beach narrows as the cliff swings out, leaving a path wide enough for dragons in single file before cutting in to the sheltered cove designated the Weyrling Beach. However, cut in the cliff face to the north are a variety of rough, wide staircases, providing access to the clearing and to the meadow.

Lorena is up late by sailor time, early by others. In truth, the girl couldn't sleep most the night, but it's no real wonder why to nearly half the weyr. They all saw her bring in the vintner. Bah. Will not think about it… It's a lovely morning and ooh look! Dolphins crest the waters not far off. Perhaps she wasn't as late a sleeper as she thought. Loyauth wanders after her in her wake, settling down in the dark sand and enjoying the morning sun. But Lorena is not so easily satisfied and she moves towards the water, wanding in the cold shallows in her barefeet. Cold? It's not cold. Not anymore.

Alara is a Healer, she's used to being up this early. What she's doing on the beach though, no one really knows. Even herself. However, she's silently trailing along the beach, watching the dolphins, her focus on them. She snuggles her sweater close to her as she walks, not paying attention, Nope.

Lorena ignores the apparent goosebumps on her skin as she steps further into the water. Loyauth takes note of the healer girl, just a little older than his Lory when she impressed. He shifts on the sand, resting on his side but with a head still pointed curiously at her. Lorena, however, is watching the flickering of light on the dolphin backs as they survace and probably so lost in thought at this point, that sense really doesn't do her much. And so it's surprising, but not shocking, when she gives a yelp in alarm and falls over in the water. Loyauth is suddently attentive, wuffing and standing in one sweeping movement. He stares for a long time intently at where Lorena just disappeared, clearly trying to find her with mind. She surfaces and the dragon bounds forward, nearly running Alara over as he plunges into the water. The sudden sound of gunshot echos in Alara's mind, coupled with the odd sent of powder and tobacco as the rough mindvoice of Loyauth intrudes. « You! Help! » The dragon is now to his mid forearms in the water, lifting his girl gently by her shirt. There's a small stream of blood leaking down her leg as she's suspended in mid air. "Lo! Lo I'm fine! It's just a packtail sting." But the site of the injury is already turning a color.

Alara squeaks in surprise as she falls over, barely hit by a random dragon limb. But the Healer heard that, and even though she's in shock from having a voice IN her head, she stands and pulls her pack from her shoulder, already headed to the scene of the sting. Haha. "If you could bring her to the sand, I can help better…" she quietly, but professionally, responds to the dragon as she pulls a towel from her satchel and spreads it on the Sands. "The injury should be over the towel to prvent the sand from getting in…" And yes, she is only an apprentice. But this, she can work with. Its simple.

Lorena grumbles as her dragon drags her dutifully over to the towel Alara has placed down and gently sets her so her foot settles on the towel. How embarassing. She gives Loyauth a glare then turns her moody eyes on Alara. "It's just… it's fine it's.." Rather purple and swollen. "…ew." Yep. "I've not gotten one that bad before." She murmurs, reaches out to poke at it. But that hurts quite a bit and she gives a muffled squeak.

Alara shakes her head, "It'll be fine, I just need to be sure there's no packtail left in the sting and then put salve on it," she murmurs, her gentle hands moving to gently check the foot. Then she sees the blood oozing from it and she turns white, not pale… but WHITE. Her hands start to shake and she drops the small bottle of salve from her pack onto the towel. She seems to be okay for a few seconds, and then she deftly faints. falling backwards on the sand of the beach and simply laying there, eyes closed. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the dead faint.

Lorena just… blinks. "Wait a second!" She says alloud, very confused and man does her foot hurt. Rumble. "What?" Rumble. "You're kidding! S'good I'm no stranger to this. Hm… But need a drink afterwards, you hear me?" Croon. "And what about my foot?" Croon? Sigh. She eyes the girl. Good thing she landed on sand. She reaches for the pack and rumages through it looking for… aha! Tweezers. The girl can sleep for now lest she wake and pass out again. Crooon? "Well? If I wake her up and aks her now she'll be dead gone before I can walk. Unless you want to carry me to the infirmary first?" The dragon settles down in the sand with a heavy sigh and snuffles at the girl's hair. Meanwhile, Lorena, through no enjoyment of her own, attacks the sting. "Geeeyah!" Followed by a slew of colorful insults as she manages to pull the stinger out. Crooon. "Okay… and with the towel." She mops up the blood, swearing every thrid word in pain and then eyes the girl. To wake or not to wake. She rumages some more and finds those wonderfully aweful smelling sticks, and carefully places them before the girl's nose, while the other hand holds as much pressure as she'll bare on the wound.

Alara lays quite still throgh Lorena's pain and blood before the smellies are placed before her nose. She slowly comes around and then makes a face and pushes the smellies away from her before sitting up. "Ugg, what… Oooh! Are you alright? I'm so sorry!" The girl looks quite embarrassed and incensed about her episode and looks around to attempt to see the woman's foot, and frowns a bit. "I'm really, so so SO sorry!, Ma`am." she ducks her head then, embarrassed and a little ashamed.

Lorena glares at the girl with a look that might sting just as much as a packtail. "Just tell me what to do and I'll do it." Nope… she doesn't tell her right then what Loyauth requested. And it's pointless making an issue out of what just happened. She wants her foot back. She's already done without an arm for months on end. Now the foot? And just when she's met someone she likes? How can she be all graceful and whatnot with a giant heel.

Alara ponders for a moment and gulps, She points to the salve. "If you put that on the wound, then I can just wrap it in a bandage and you'll be all good to go." she comments, her cheeks coloring. No, she's not the best Healer, but you know…It happens. She turns to her satchel and starts to dig out a bndage.

Lorena does this, checking the wound and grumbling under her breath as she dabs a blob of the salve upon the puncture. Hm… feels better. Maybe she won't kill the girl. As she awaits the bandage Loyauth croons deeply, eyes whirrling from Lorena to Alara and back. "Are you serious??" Wuff. "I don't know where he gets these ideas, girl… what -is- your name?" She shakes her head. Whatever… doesn't matter right now. "But my giant brown lump apparently thinks you'd be a good candidate for our current clutch. Needless to say you've not much of a shot at being a healer at this point." Cold, Lorey… cold. "So maybe it'd actually save you." She reaches out a hand for the bandage.

Alara holds the bandage there and whimpers a little, ducking her head as Lorena starts to take a chunk out of her hide. "Alara, ma‘am. And I’m sorry, I never knew I was afraid of blood." She cringes a bit, not even looking at Lorena a moment, even then she bites her lips. And then Lore starts to 'yell' at her and she hands over the bandage, tears in her eyes as she glances up to be sure she gets it in the woman's hands. Aww, poor Alara. Teehee! "I'm a horrible Healer, I know it. Only good for coughs and sniffles." she didn't even hear the part about 'candidate' or 'clutch' but… "Saved? Huh?"

Lorena sighs at the girl, looking at the tears in here eyes and the look on her face. Croooon. Comes Loyauth's sympathies. "Lo!" But the comforting scent of whiskey and cologne with a touch of trail dust reaches into Alara's mind as well as Lorena's. « Now Lorey, dahlin'… she can' help what she don' know! » Glare. "That… ugh… is the stupidest argument I have ever heard you make for anything." « Don' getcher knickers in a knot. Thisn'll do just fine in the proper atmosphere. » Come a smack of pinstriped pride. "The proper atmosphere… you're so full of it." She takes the bandage and starts wrapping while Loyauth continues his drawling croon to the girl. « Nah' don'chu cry there, lil' dahlin'. We'll get you all fixed up righ'. Lorey's jus' a bit uptight these days what with that ol' boy she dun brought in. She's really not this bad. Much more sympathetic… » Grumble. Lorena tears the bandage off and returns the unused portion. "Well? Do you want to be a candidate or not? And frankly girl, I'd be taking every opportunity provided in -you- situation." Burn, baby, burn.

Alara stops her crying as Loyauth comes to her rescue. She manages a watery smile and then nods her head. "I ….I'll be a candidate." her voice is ultra shy now, and she glances up at the dragon and offers his the same, watery smile. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help you better. Just…the thing with the blood its… bad." she notes and then nods her head again. "I'll stand, if you think I should." Thats directed to the brown, of course.

Lorena watches this with a less than amused look on her face. "Well then… Alara." She uses the name in a sort of pointed way as she makes to stand. Loyauth reaches forward a forarm for her to support on. "If you'll collect your things and… I'll show you where you can move your stuff." Gimp step. Gimp step. Insert less than ladylike stream of mental swears. Loyauth wuffs in an almost proud manner. « Lory I didn' know that word coul' be used that way. » He's still projecting out to Alara but the poor girl probably doesn't know what he's talking about. « Lil dahlin', woul'ju be so kind as ta help my Miss Lorey get up on mah back. » Growl. "I can do it, Lo!" And she does, grabbing the forearm and then shoulder ridge, she climbs him like a wall… with only one foot, before she's sitting up topside between his ridges. « Now ain' she somethin'? » He croons proudly to Alara. "Follow us, girl." Yup, may take a bit before Lorena lets this go.

Alara packs up her Healer stuff and then promptly follows after Lorena. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your names…." she directs to rider and dragon, being polite about it all of course. She hides a rather faint smile as Lorena climbs her dragon's side and she simply smiles and then trots along beside the dragon, attempting to keep up. Little feet, you know.

Loyauth slows his steps some as the girl hurries along after. « I amd Loyauth… and mine is the lovely miss Lorena. » Yup. Cause Lor sure wasn't going to answer much more. The dragon leads her off back to the clearing, glancing back now and then to make sure she's still there. When they reach the clearing is when Lor looks a bit less certain of her skills. But she swings down sloooowly to land on the one foot, then gimp steps towards the hatching arena. « Follow her, there, dahlin'. She'll set you up righ'. »

Xanadu Weyr - Candidate Barracks
A long, low ceiling room opens off the entrance hall to the arena, one wall slightly curved as it is set against the outer wall of the arena itself. Cots are set evenly the length of the room, in two rows, each with its own small press at the foot, for personal belongings. Wide windows are spaced along the outside wall, letting sunlight in, while other lights are available for the night time hours.

Lorena gimps to the enterance of the Candidate barracks, but goes no further. Instead she gestures towards the room, peeking in to see if 'he' is in there. "Right, well, here you are. Pick a bunk… bring your stuff. The usual. Oh… and here." She reaches in her rather soaking pouch for a dripping candidate knot. After all, she submerged. "Wear that. You'll get further instructions later on… Good luck." And with another peek, Lorena gimps off.

Alara blinks a few times and waves to the Lorena, and, holding the knot in front of her, proceeds to eye the barracks and look for a lonely bunk for herself, yes. Ahem.

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