Karise rolls her eyes, foot stamping in exasperation. "I mean it, dragon. I'm holding you responsible if anyone gets hurt.... " Heck knows Karise has enough on her mind as it is. Cresnath snorts, muzzle reaching up to bump Karise in the torso. "Jays... what /am/ I going to do with you? Fine. Call Asarith too," she mentions, before looking back to Tam. "Have Timoth spread his wings for me."

Tam nearly jumps up in absolute surprise. "Wha- really?" she can hardly believe it, but she manages to inform Timoth of Karise's wish. Her brown, warbles excitedly and opens up his wings again, stretching creamy brown sails into the crisp evening air.

You sense, Cresnath rumbles softly, multilayers of brown and green coiling end over in, getting lost within a tangle of cowl and tail. <<My rider wishes to inform yours that a flying test will take place. Now.>> Someone sounds a bit smug.

Karise looks over Timoth's wings, expression suddenly vacant... of everything. "He seems to have the wing strength... but we'll have to make sure." She steps back, before leaning against Cresnath. "Have him flap his wings.... and hop. As high as he can. I want to see what sort of distance he can get."

C'zar puts a restraining hand on Asarith's muzzle as the bronze trumpets loudly and unfurls his broad wings.

Tam looks puzzled by the request, but informs Timoth of it. His jeweled eyes sparkle in the night, whirling quickly as he concentrates. Hind legs bunch behind him, muscles rippling with the effort, as his wings flap mightily. Then, in one unbridled roar, he leaps up into the air and sails across the training ground. Once there, legs extend out as wings back flap to soften his landing. Soon, he's Pern-bound once more.

Karise nods, as she looks over Asarith's wings, informing, "The reason I've got them hopping first is simple. That's how they're going to land. And the first time they do land after flying at the speed they do is going to jar you right through your link. Landing is going to hurt, the first time, until they get it right. Can Asarith hop too? Then we'll see about a /short/ glide."

Asarith crouches low, muscles bunching tightly in readiness, wings furl stirring the air and the instant Caz gives him the go ahead he leaps skyward with a triumphant bugle, Caz beams up at him and beckons him back down. Backwinging the bronze settles back down to the earth, powerful hindlegs landing first.

Karise watches, eyes hooded, face devoid of any emotion. Head slowly nods in the affirmative, as she leans back on her heels. "You two are very set on this. Here are my rules. They glide, to the center of the bowl, then back. If I see so much as a hint of strain, of discomfort... plan on doing chores." Mouth twitches to a rumble from Cresnath behind her. "They're to glide from there and back, nothing more."

C'zar runs to hug Asarith's head once it's low enough. "yes I know I know!", glowing at the bronzes exilaration.

C'zar steps the side of the bronze head and points to a particular landmark, "Now listen close dear heart", tone hardly containing the joy he feels for Asarith. "Yer t'get in the air first..an fly careful only t'there.. then come right back." He chuckles seeing Asarith's tail lashing with excitement, he steps back with a grin, "Go on love...", confident the bronze will be ok or he'd never tell him to go.

Timoth wuffles Tam's hair happily as she looks up at him. "Yes, you did a fine job, dearheart...." She scritches his nose and giggles at the whirling blue-gren eyes regarding her. "But now, you can glide over to the bowl. Make sure, don't strain." Timoth bugles softly to her in reply. She steps away from him. "Ready then?"

Asarith furls his freshly oiled wings, neck arching to bugle to his pal Timoth, and or course Cresnath who helped bring this momentous moment about. Carefully he judges the distance between him and the nearest fence or building and lunges forward, running a few lengths before gliding with ease skyward, Caz below cranes his neck to see and cheers loudly! "Yer flying!".

Karise nods slowly, finding herself wrapped within a jade green neck. "Cres..." She pauses in a retort, watching the first dragonet take off, eyes scanning.

Asarith ducks his neck down to peer at Caz then focuses joyfully whirling eyes carefully on the landmark, broad wings flap with ease, he dips the leading edge of the right a little lower to test what will happen. Caz begins to laugh loudly, "He says he can steer himself", he continues to gaze at the bronze against the sky, "Course ya can...", silently asking his lifemate if there's any pain while in flight.

Timoth bugles excitedly in reply. Wings extend in preparation as hind legs bunch powerfully. Then, he too launches skyward, bugle continuing to echo throughout the training area. Tam is jumping up and down in sheer excitment. "Oh Timoth! You're flying dearest!"

Timoth arches his wings up slightly to catch the wind right. His soft hide quivers in excitement as he glides over to where Asarith is flying. The central bowl in nearly below his body and he peers his head down, looking at the smaller looking dragons below. Tam giggles. "He says that the other dragons look like his size from up there."

Karise continues to watch, shaking her head at something or other and looking turns older than she is.  She simply nods to Tam's comment, as she continues to watch the dragons within the air.

Asarith angles his wings just a little to the right and glides along with a bugle of delight. Then slowly to the left, seeing the landmark he changes course gently coming around to head back towards where he came from. Wings catch the air in great pulling tugs...dragging his body higher and higher...Caz tenses a little, eyes bugging somewhat, "Asarith", he mutters and grabs his stomach, the bronze folds his wings and glides with ease till he resumes the height he was flying before. Calmly assuring Caz all is well...except his lifemate on the grounds stomach just dropped.

<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Uttering rich baritones mingled with musky scents of ancient incense, Asarith's thoughts are flooded with new found joy, <</This/ is what wings are for>>

Timoth is a bit more sedate in his flying, loving the sensations, but interested in the sights below. Wings dip in imitation of Asarith and Timoth fnids himself turning in the air. He bugles back at his clutchmate in delight.

<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Zivath thinks, <<Of course they are.>>

<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> As heady spices scent the air, a tantilizing homey-spicy odor of /something/ you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth thinks, <<I finally feel right!>>

Tam watches her lifemate with a mixture of excitement and concern, listening and feeling very carefully for any sign of strain as Karise had warned her. But Timoth's only feeling at the moment is pure unadulterated joy at flying for the first time. She smiles as she watches him, head nodding in agreement or something to Timoth's thoughts.

Karise continues to watch, Cresnath rumbling a soft chord as she continues her vigil about her rider. Oy... someone's going to be hitting the wine tonight.

Asarith glides with ease, studying the ground below for where to land. He tests his slow-down mechanism, backwinging gently..sails rippling with a swooshing rustle as the cut the air. Gliding easily he curves around, aiming to land near his lifemate. Caz gently reminds the dragon to slow down more before attempting to land. "Easy dearheart..yer going pretty fast".  The bronze backwings in greater flaps in response.

Karise manages to keep a quiet reserve, Cresnath however gives a bugle. Good show! Well done! seems to be the cry, as the green gives her congratulations on a job well done.

<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> As heady spices scent the air, a tantilizing homey-spicy odor of /something/ you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth's thoughts whirl in excitement and wonder. <<It was amazing! Oh thank you, Cresnath! And thank yours too!>>

Asarith drops his hindlimbs, anticipating the fast approaching ground. Reared back and wings still slowing his ascent he misjudges his mark, zooming just /over/ Caz's head, the bronze forked tail thwapping the 'ling and striking him to the ground. Several lengths beyond and after much touching down then hopping up..at /last/ the bronze comes to rest on the earth.

Tam remembers something Elisa had told her and she immediately instructs Timoth to extend his wings. Her fingers trail along the limbs to determine if they're too hot, which would indicate strain. Warmth seeping into her hands, but she determines that his wing was not strained too terribly. She turns to do his other wing, when she sees Asarith strike C'zar down inadvertantly with his tail. "Caz!" she shouts in astonishment.

Asarith whirls on his tail and lumbers with haste to his lifemate. Truly wondering why he's on the ground.

Tam wants to run over to him, but she's got to check Timoth's other wing. "Caz? she calls out, running to Timoth's other wing and fingering the limb there. "Are you alright?"

Karise sighs, as Cresnath gives a smug rejoiner. "They should be feeling a slight burn through them. That's normal," she comments softly, as she wanders away from the green. "You might want to bathe them to cool them down."

C'zar blinks feels winded, he lifts his head. "Shards, summat hit me". He peers at the bronze muzzle stuck in his face. "Ya flew well, ya sure did". He rolls to one side slowly and sits up, seems to be hugging one arm against him. "Are ya feeling alright dearheart?".

Tam sighs and shakes her head at C'zar. She finishes checking the wing, noting warmth, but not excessive heat. Tam then nods at Karise. "Oh, okay. Timoth's limbs are rather warm, but not too hot. I think a cool bath should do wonders."

<Asarith>  As heady spices scent the air, a tantilizing homey-spicy odor of /something/ you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth breathes heavily, but happily. <<Was a good first flight. Is yours alright?>>

Karise nods, as she grabs Cresnath's straps. "If there are any complications, have your dragon bespeak Cresnath." Something else is muttered under her breath, as the green croons.

Karise climbs onto Cresnath's back.

Tam waves at her happily. "Oh thank you so much Karise! Timoth thanks you too!"

C'zar grimaces as he holds his arm tightly to him, Asarith nudging him wishing to know what's wrong. "Don't nudge me love", he says quietly.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<He hurts, badly.>> to Timoth

From Cresnath's back Karise nods, as Cresnath bugles once more, before taking to the sky.

Cresnath hunches down, and then leaps into the air, wings flapping.

From above, Cresnath circles up from the ground.

C'zar staggers to his feet with quiet curses under his breath, "Go to the lake love..get yerself cool."

Tam yawns in utter exhaustion as Timoth's tiredness seeps into her bones too. "Oh my! This flight made me tired too!" She looks at Timoth and urges him, "Go join Asarith, dearest, You need to cool down before coming to sleep."

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith is distressed, <<Mine hurts, his arm looks funny. Please come? Bring yours??>> to Ryath

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath thinks, <<we come>>

From above, Ryath circles down to land near the lake.

Ryath scatters sand all around, backwinging into a landing.

From Ryath's back Rowena is off Ryath mere seconds after she lands and running to Caz.  "Ryath said, Asarith said...."  is all she can gasp out.

C'zar stands staring at his arm which is swelling, shirt dangling..half on half off, face pale. He did manage to get from the training area to here. He grimaces, almost a whimpering sound, "Row..it hurts."

Rowena climbs down off Ryath's back.

Asarith hovers protectively near...eyes whirling yellow in distress, he's careful not to jolt his lifemate..knowing that causes more pain. He croons to Ryath, wishing he knew how to help. Muzzle brushes Row as she comes near.

Rowena looks at the arm and nearly passes out.  "Caz. m'love yer hurt!  Where's t'shardlin healer?  What happened?  Siddown love an lemme look."

C'zar sags against Asarith's forelimb, pushing his face into the bronze hide as the pain hits him again. "I...didn't move...fast 'nuff", he /knows/ Asarith didn't mean to hit him with his tail.

Rowena reaches out for his shoulder her shaking hands offering to help him down on the sands.  "An Karise didn't notice ya got hurt?"  Tone is all shocked disbelief.  "Didn't they call fer a healer?"

C'zar hugs his arm to him..."Love...", with your help he makes it to the sand, Asarith still hovering close and so worried. "it hurts...", his head rests back against Asarith's leg.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith feels very helpless, <<His arm is getting bigger>> to Ryath

You say, "Just told Asarith t'get you..."

Rowena nods as she gently examines the arm.  "Where is t'worst pain love?  It sure is swellin.  Lemme wet m'shirt in t'lake an maybe the cool water will help."

C'zar points between the wrist and elbow as he bites down on his lip again, "Shardit...", he curses under his breath and pushes his face into the soft hide of his lifemate.

C'zar whispers.."I asked Asarith t'get..Ma...", apparently he asked awhile ago as there she appears.

Cara rushes in all a fluster carrying a bag with her, "Son...are you ok?". Relieved to see Rowena is here.

Rowena has pulled off her soft grey tunic and is soaking it in lake water.  Not even worrying that she is nearly totally bare to the waist she tries to wrap the shirt around the arm.  "Shells!  That wuz smart love I don't know nuthin about healer stuff."

C'zar groans under his breath not wanting you to know how bad the pain is. "Why didn't I move?". He moans.

Cara lays a gentle hand on Row's shoulder, wise girl to get the swelling down. "What's happening?", she moves closer to Caz to see what's happened. "I brought a bag of everything maybe would be needed." Her eyes show her concern.

Rowena looks up at Cara nearly frantic with worry.  "I dunno what he did?  Asarith hit him with his tail... an it's swelling summat awful."

Asarith crooons sadly, muzzles rubbing over Caz's head. "S'ok dearheart", tone laced with pain though. With his uninjured arm he reaches for Row's hand...

Ryath shifts to nuzzle the bronze offering comfort with each touch.  <<It will be all right little one.  Mine and she will take care of him.>>

Cara turns a pale shade, "Same arm he hurt when he was a little un", she scoops water from the lake to pour over the fabric, everything else getting wet but that's of no concern right now. "When the swelling goes down some I'll take a look son.."

Rowena slips her hand in his and holds on tight.  "Ain't we got nuthin ta help t'pain, Cara?  He said it hurts awful."  Voice shakes as she fights tears.

C'zar swallows hard and squeezes Row's hand terribly hard, poor wee hand. "I thought was nuthin..just hurtin awful lots." He realizes he's not even checked Asarith's wings for injury after his first flight, "Oh m'love...Asarith would tell me iffen he's hurting wouldn't he?". He curses again at the pain in his arm.  The bronze rumbles as reassuringly as he can that he's fine.

Cara digs through her bag quickly..."Shards, all I've got is...", only thing she can find is a bottle of old wine stashed in there. "Never could get my hands on any fellis juice". She shakes her head at Caz, "Oh son...", she reaches to touch Row's hand, "He'll be ok dear".

Rowena doesn't even notice her hand is near crushed.  "Don't worry about it love.  Ryath would know if Asarith wuz hurt."  Head shakes as she looks up at Cara both her hands full, one holding her shirt the other Caz's hand.  "Will t'wine help at all?"

C'zar pulls Row's hand towards his face with a loud groan, "It hurts...", Cara's eyes widen with concern and she pulls the top off the bottle and hands it to Row, "Best thing I have. Caz, I know you don't like wine but...drink some..please son".

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath thinks, <<Mine wants to know if you are hurt?>>

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith pulls his thoughts from Caz just a moment, <<I'm fine. >> to Ryath

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith is deeply concerned <<Mine hurts, please come>> to Odesa

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<I have called a healer mine knows.>> to Ryath

C'zar groans again, "Row...Asarith's asked Odesa to come...could Ryath go get her?...", he curses himself for not moving faster again...

Rowena nods as she tries to draw her hand away.  "Is she t'nervous type or do I hafta go with her?"

C'zar grabs Row's hand harder, "She aint nervous at all...".

Cara sits on the sand so relieved a healer is coming, her skills are limited. She touches her son's knee and her tone is a soft croon, "Hold on son..".

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<Please, will you go? I can't fly that far!>> to Ryath

Rowena hangs on and nods.  "Ok I'll send Ryath by herself."  Dangerous for a proddy green but the moment calls for some risk.  Orders are given and Ryath springs skyward.

Ryath launches skyward, fanning sand everywhere.

From above, Ryath lifts off from the beach.

From above, Ryath blinks into **between**

C'zar peers up at Asarith reassuring him then to Row. "Love...it'll be ok?". If only the sharding pain in his arm would stop he could think straight.

Asarith croons piteously and licks the side of Caz's face lovingly.

Cara gathers the odds and ends back into the bag and puts the bottle of wine back as well. She will let the healer check if the swelling is going down also. She sighs at the young bronze, "Worried for my son are you?", very touched by it.

From above, Ryath approaches from the north.

From above, Ryath circles down to land near the lake.

Ryath scatters sand all around, backwinging into a landing.

C'zar utters a few more choice words, much to the shock of his mother. "Ryath...hurry please", he sets his jaw pushing his head back into Asarith's hide and gripping dear Row's hand fiercely.

Odesa climbs down off Ryath's back.
Rowena bites on her lip. "She's comin love, just confused cause I ain't with her an... an this ain't t'best time fer her ya know."

Asarith crooons his worry and seems to feel the relief of his lifemate at the healers arrival, he warbles to
Ryath, <<Thankyou for bringing her>>

Odesa rushes over with a satchel in shock and bewilderment but steady in the center, "What's happened?  Caz?!  Rowena?"  she peers over at C'zar's obvious pain.  "If possible we need to get into the Weyr infirmary.."

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath is less than her usual rock calm self.  <<I was glad to.>>

Odesa turns to Ryath for one moment, closes her eyes and thanks Pern for Dragon transport...

C'zar sits with Row's beautiful tunic wrapped about his forearm, it was dampened in the cool water of the lake to hopefully help bring the swelling down. The 'lings shirt hangs half off, he sits on the sand against Asarith, "Oh love! M'sorry". He forgot Ryath was proddy. He blinks at Odesa, "Thanks fer comin' ", he grits his teeth at the pain and /really/ doesn't want to move.

Rowena shakes her head.  "I dunno, Ryath said he wuz hurt, An I came,  Is it safe ta fly him or kin we carry him somehow?"

Ryath bends and whuffles at Odesa glad for the healers quick wits and patience.  Proddy green then turns to settle down in the sand in case she is needed again.

Asarith leans forward, sharp talons digging down into the sand and with the cautiousness only one could have when linked to the others pain he scoops him in his forepaws, careful not to hurt any with his talons.

Odesa winces and goes over to the wounded bronze rider, she gestures for him to peel back the tunic so she can see the extent of the damage, "Is there /any/ bleeding?"

C'zar groans in pain as he's shifted, Asarith holding him just above the ground. Hand pulled out of Row's he pulls back the tunic to reveal a nasty red mark, but no bleeding. "Please, I don't wanna move", eyes turn pleading at Row as silently he reassures Asarith.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith whimpers. <<I can feel he's hurting.>> to Ryath

Cara moves back to let the healer do her work, she stands wringing her hands. "My son broke that arm when he was a young boy". Wondering if it's broke where it was weak.

Rowena tightens her hold on his hand and looks to Odesa.  This is not something Rowena is knowledgeable in.

Odesa nods and sighs suddenly falling into protocol... "I thought so... something gave me the feeling.  C'z,  I am going to need to find the point of break,  I am going to move my hand from your wrist upwards and when it gets too much to bear I need you to tell me so I can tell where to fashion the splint." she sighs and makes sure he knows what that means,  a pale adept hand reaches up and begins at the wrist moving slowly and gently with very little pressure up the bone.

C'zar grimaces wishing he could hide the pain, he grits his teeth and moans..he grabs for Row's hand again. A low growl from Asarith's throat makes the hair on his neck stand up, "No! She's tryin' t'help", the dragon thinks Odesa is hurting, which she is but it's needful.

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath moves up beside the younger bronze and tries to nudge him away.  <<She must help him, and it may hurt for a minute.  Come sit by me, small one.>>

Asarith turns his head back to peer at Ryath, slowly he pulls his talons away from his lifemate and settles by the glowing green, whirling troubled eyes still on Caz.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<Why must it hurt to help? I don't want mine to hurt.>> to Ryath

Ryath bends and runs her muzzle down and over his shoulder and side all the while a comforting croon vibrating in her throat.

Odesa takes her hand away and evaluates the position of the break, her mind in such a patterned mode the dragons rumble doesn't phase her (well mostly anyway!).  "Thankfully it's not that bad, " she murmers, "I need it isolated, of course I probobly needn't tell you that as it probobly hurts to move it anyway..."  She kneels down and opens her satchel,  grabbing out a few strong white strips, she looks up at the two women, "Is there anything around we could fashion a splint from?  Like for instance, two flat, small... boards....sticks...anything?  We need to put this in a splint before we move him."  she peers around the lakeshore for anything usefull.

Asarith takes comfort in the warm touch of Ryath combined with reassuring thoughts from his lifemate and the fast spinning of those jeweled eyes slows a little. <<My tail dragged>>, Caz doesn't blame him so he's not blamed himself, still he's puzzled though.

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath isn't quite sure why herself, but Rowena says the healer girl is helping Caz and to quiet Asarith.  <<Mine says he has damaged something and she has to find out what and how.  You mustn't upset him so you have to be very, very brave while she works.>>

Cara opens her bag quickly and takes out several splints...when at the orchard she had to be prepared for things. "Will these help Ma'am?". She offers them to the healer.

Rowena half rises hoping Caz will let her go long enough to look for something.  Face creases then lights up.  "I got some flat pieces over ta Southern t'day I meant ta use ta make summat.  They're 'bout 8-12 inches long an 1/2 an inch thick, will they do?  They're in m'saddle bags."

Rowena sighs with relief as Cara produces what is needed from her magic bag.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith draws all the courage he can muster, <<I will be brave>> yet beneath still he quivers. to Ryath

C'zar grabs Row's hand tighter, "Please, don't go no where love". He closes his eyes grimacing and cursing under his breath. "Shardit, shardit..why!". There's alot of frustration in his tone.

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath continues to croon and stroke pushing her own feelings aside.  Glowing or not this is an emergency.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith nestles close, needing very much the reassuring strokes. <<Mine asks if yours is ok?>> to Ryath

Odesa sighs in relief, the sticks are aplenty!  "Those'll do, and I thankyou!  In the field it's usually forage for what you can find..." she grins and approaches Cara and takes the offered sticks,  She turns back to C'z and grimaces at the bruised arm and /mind/.  "Rowena... I'll need your help, if you  could hold the splints in place while I wrap them up I'd appreciate it certainly."  She hands Row the splints and shows her where to hold them, on either side of the lower arm, then she bends down to reach into her satchel for a bandage roll.  She thinks to herself, momentarily, a glimmer of pain escapes of empathy but she shoves it back down...no time when you are healing... but she spares C'z a glance of *it could be really worse*.

C'zar oh no's at the thought of more touching where it's injured which means more pain. "Don't...don't...", the pain obviously clouding his judgement.

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath thinks, <<She is much better now the healer is here to help yours >>

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<Mine is glad. He saw how she looked scared. Oh why can't I stop him from hurting?>> to Ryath

Odesa's glance of sympathy turns narrow, "C'z..." she looks at Rowena... Maybe she can talk some sense into him... Oh /wait/.... "Don't you want some nice pain killer C'z?"

Rowena nods loosening her hands to take splints and hold them in place exactly as she was instructed.  "It'll be ok m'love."

Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath thinks, <<Mine says you /must/ lie still and let us help you.>>  Into the link she pours her own essence comforting and locking the four into full link.>>

C'zar nods with set jaw, "Sure..so long won't do nothing weird t'Asarith", he remembers how Timoth felt when Tam was drunk. However..Ryath could likely reassure the little bronze. He blinks at the gentle thoughts of Ryath and lays limp, face etched with pain, "Do whatcha gotta".

Rowena looks at Odesa.  "I think Ryath is keepin him quiet nuff now is she?"  Rowena looks from healer to Cara purple eyes dark pansy with fear.

Odesa smiles at Rowena in thanks, she is glad she has some support here... Adept hands roll the bandage from wrist, over and under, and so forth until she's gotten the splints in place, a loose- but not too loose knot is tied, She then kneels down into her bag and pulls out a triangular bandage, Her small hands deftly place the midpoint directly beneath the arm and she pushes the bandage up through the side of his chest then pulled up to the neck, other side comes up and goes around the other side of the neck and in this way, A sling is fashioned.  She pulls the tunic back up over the wound as it seems to comfort.  "Alright... How far is it to walk from here?"

Asarith twitches his tail restlessly then starts to drag himself towards Caz, crooning sadly. "Dear heart...", this said with a grimace, "s'ok..", not very convincing but he has to try.

Ryath reaches her long neck to try and contain the bronze.

Odesa grins at Row, "She's doing great...More than I could ask for." a thankful head is bowed in her direction... "We have to transport him and I don't know if Dragon back is such a good idea... but I don't know how far it is.."

C'zar gapes at Odesa, eyes bugging out in pain, "Are ya tryin' t'kill me?" his tone sharp and not pleasant at all.

Asarith roots his head against Ryath's neck in frustration, but his progress towards Caz does halt.

Odesa peers at C'zar, "Are you planning on /staying/ out here?  There is no Fellis here C'z and I've need to wrap that up in a cast." she speaks in low tones trying not to agitate.

Rowena sighs.  "Well just t'other side of the bowl.  Do ya think ya could walk Caz iffn I supported ya?"

C'zar lifts his head with eyes glaring while glazed in pain, "I aint takin' fellis. Asarith would think I'd died!". His expression softens at Row however and he rolls to his good side with a grunt of curses and gets to his feet.

Ryath croons softly sharing comfort between bronze and his rider.

Odesa feels like hugging Rowena, a voice of reason... "Well then Willow sallic then... if you feel like stiffing it out." She hates to see him in so much pain but she is just doing what she does... "I'll need to wrap it in a cast... I hope you don't try to kill me..." she looks down and then motions them towards the bowl... a splint is only so good and if there's healing to be done it's /now/.

Rowena sighs as she slides in under his good arm.  "If ya head into the south bowl then go centre of it t'infirmary is off ta one side of the main cavern an... we kin fix a bed there fer Asarith ta sleep too."

C'zar mutters angrily, also very frustrated at himself. "I ain't gonna hurt Asarith, even iffen I gotta hurt more", does that make sense? Likely not. He leans against Row, sweat forming on his brow as each step jolts his arm.

The Dragon Infirmary

Clearly the largest cavern in all of Bahrain Weyr, save the Hatching Cavern, its dimention and magnitude awe inspiring to the unfamiliar, this room was the obvious choice to house the dragon's Infirmary. Marked by the huge maw of archway, wide and high enough to allow the safe passage of an egg heavy queen, where roughly hewn stone refects hints of mica and quartz. Placed along the cold rock walls at pointed distances from each other are huge stone washbasins, their sides dripping redwort stains. Near to the basins, cabinets, filled to overflowing with jars of numbweed and redwort, as well as other herbal concoctions. Alongside to each cabinet, stacks of rolled silk and coursely woven cloth sit next to bundles of reed strips and planks, carefully placed within easy reach for the Healer's convienence, as no time can be spared when one is repairing tattered and threadscored wings. A series of ground level weyrs extends from the room, each seperated by natural stone pillars and heavy sisal curtains to afford the patients some semblance of privacy.

You see Asarith here.
Rowena is here.
Obvious exits:
Ground Weyr     Bowl     Infirmary

Rowena manages to keep some support on the injured arm as she helps Caz into the dragon area of the infirmary.  "I don't think fellis will hurt Asarith an, Ryath kin explain love."

Asarith lumbers after Caz and Row with loud, troubled croonings.

Ryath walks in from the bowl.

Ryath settles down near the door crooning comfort to the baby dragonet

Odesa ephemarally stalks this cavern, pushing aside the sisal drapes.

C'zar really would like to pass out right about now but tries to focus on Row's voice and reassuring his baby. "Are ya sure? Won't confuse im?". He sags against his sweetheart, thankful for her support.

Asarith licks his lifemates cheek with deep croonings before reluctantly settling down with Ryath, remembering what she told him before.

Rowena draws him towards the inner infirmary.  "I'll leave Ryath with him love an it shouldn't, ya'll only be asleep an he's usta that.  Yer pain is scarin him some tho."

Odesa comes out doing a precarious balancing act of bowls, bandages and a warm cup of tea, "C'z... " she pushes the tea towards Rowena, "I need him to drink this... it won't knock him out... just ease the pain a bit.."

Rowena finds an examining table used mostly for much larger patients and settles Caz down.  "If ya got ta give him fellis I think he might take it now."

C'zar winces and blinks sweat out of his face. Were anyone but Row he'd make an awful fuss but he slumps to the huge table, hugging his splinted arm to him.

Odesa sighs, "You are wonderful... I don't know how I'd wrap this up if he wasn't subdued a bit..."  She races back into the inner infirmary... To gather what she needs.

Odesa ephemarally stalks into the infirmary.

Odesa ephemarally stalks this cavern, pushing aside the sisal drapes.

C'zar moans and squeezes his eyes closed, "Just make t'pain go k?". Hit him over the head with a board if you want..he really wouldn't care right now. Asarith may though..;)

Cara moves timidly in from the bowl.

Odesa enters with another mug of something altogether /different/... "Fellis in citron juice,  I'll need you to drink this up before I continue..." she values her health.. too.

Rowena looks up as healer races back.  "I's awful glad ya came.  I didn't know what ta do."  Holding Caz's good hand she raises him up so he can sip whatever concoction the healer has.

Cara slips in quietly...

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath reaches out to nuzzle the bronze.  <<They are giving him something to sleep with.  Like in your furs at night.  So he will not hurt.  I will stay with you while he sleeps if you like, mine says it is ok.>>

C'zar sighs deeply as dark eyes shift towards Asarith, "M'sorry dearheart but I's hurtin' awful bad", squeezing Row's hand hard he takes the juice from Odesa and slugs it down.

Odesa grins at Cara, "Some blankets and soft... a pillow maybe... " she gestures wildly... she'll know what she means by all that wild movement right?  Oh nerves...

Cara is relieved to have something to occupy herself with and hurries away to gather the requested items. Oh the dangers of being a rider, her dear son.

Cara moves timidly into the infirmary.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith clings to your comfort, <<Yes, stay..please>> to Ryath

Rowena would get them but Caz doesn't want to let her go.  Chill shakes her as she realizes her tunic is still sitting on the beach where she yanked it off to wrap around Caz's arm.   "What kin I help with?"

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath nuzzles again.  <<I will stay.  /Mine/ will not leave either.>>

C'zar tries to focus his eyes as a whoozy feeling begins to settle. He rolls towards Row, "Love, stay...",it's very difficult to formulate his thoughts, nevermind words.

Odesa kneels down and puts a bowl of powder on the ground and mixes it with water..."This here is comfrey paste, We'll need to undo the splint after he's a little out of it and prop him up... try to keep the arm as steady as possible while wrapping it in bandages covered in Comfrey..It'll promote healing in the bone."  she rattles off phrases and takes a deep breath, yup that's what needs doing but first... "When Cara gets back... prop him up on a pillow."  there a simple command... she's got this down... /sure/!

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith feels the whoozies and moves to stabilize, <<Mine pleads for yours to stay, he can't get the words to her though. >> to Ryath

Cara moves timidly this cavern, pushing aside the sisal drapes.

Cara is dwarfed by the mound of pillows and blankets, she drops all at the end of the huge table and lifts the top blanket to wrap about Row's shoulders. "Dear, you'll catch your fright of a cold if you don't keep warm". She's seen how quickly fellis works before so knows her son is well on his way to lala land. Still concerned eyes rest on him as she unfolds a blanket to drape over his legs.

Odesa grins up at Cara thankfully then finds a likely bench to set her things on... sterile enough... no open cuts to deal with luckily....  "We'll need to keep him warm to keep away shock... and talking to him is good Row... " at least until he zonks that is.

Rowena nods putting all her faith in the healer.  Soft words of comfort pour from her lips.  "I ain't goin nowhere m'love.  I promise I'll stay right her an make sure ya an Asarith are ok."  Pillow is propped under his back as she tries to support the arm as Odesa commanded.  "Like this?"

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath's tone is smug.  <<She would not leave even if he commanded her to.>>

C'zar groggily struggles to stay conscious. "Good cuz...", what was the reason now? He shakes his head at the lightheaded feelin. "I love ya Row", he mumbles restlessly. "Asarith?", reaching through the fog to see if his lifemate is ok.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith rumbles in gratitude, <<I like yours, very much>> to Ryath
Asarith lifts his head to peer over, head swaying a little at the whooziness of his lifemate. <<They made him fuzzy>>

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath croons softly.  <<I like her too.  And she likes you, almost as much as she does me.>>

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath points out reasonably.  <<But he hurts less.>>

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<Then the fuzzy is good.>> to Ryath

Asarith croons softly from the corner where he's cradled with Ryath. He's trying his best to be brave.

Rowena tsks as face flames red.  "I love ya too, but now is a fine time ta talk about that, Caz.  An Asarith is fine, Ryath is with him."  Mutter is full of gratitude for Odesa.  "Need a dragonhealer round this place we do ta keep t'dragons from going nuts when a rider is hurt."  Turning to Odesa she offers a shaky smile.  "Yer awful brave ta come on Ryath alone, m'thanks fer that."

Just hope Caz doesn't share a few other things in his addled state. ;)

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath hummms in her most soothing manner.  <<Very good, he will not feel the pain.>>

Odesa nods with a sympathetic gaze, she's doing good... Bye the first egg, thankfully there aren't any wherry-pickin screaming ladies around... she murmers this under her breath... strong women... *heee*  All the while she's thinkin this stuff=she is readying her supplies on the bench, <yes it's clean...> Head looks up at Rowena and she looks at the lolling C'z, "Looks like he's out enough..."  She leaves her instruments and nods to Cara, "I'll need you to hand me the prepared bandages as soon as I get this splint off...Row, the arm needs to be kept straight while I do it so maybe if you could hold his hand up while I wrap the bandages."  words spew out but only cause she feels she is in adept company... She reaches up unties the splint after taking off the sling carefully.  After she is done she motions for Row to prop up his hand.

C'zar mumbles something incoherent and nearly goes cross-eyed attempting to keep his eyes open. "When Asarith's old...", he shifts restlestly, things are getting foggier.."older..".

Cara steps close to Odesa and nods, "Certainly Ma'am", just waiting for her to say when.

Rowena nods as she slips her hand from his and moves to a position to one side yet in place to hold the hand as instructed.  "Gotcha."  Blanket slips and her free hand tucks it in almost absently.  No time for modesty right now.

C'zar really should just succumb and stop fighting the fellis, but that is just not how he is. "Rrrrow?", his words are starting to slur. He seems oblivious to what is being done with his arm, this is a good thing.

Odesa nods to Cara, "Okay, then just hand em to me as you see I'm done wrapping, they are pretty long so it should only take about three... there are more if it's not enough."  She holds out a slender but strong hand to accept the first one...

Rowena bends as she waits for Odessa to start and whispers softly in his ear.  "When As is older everything will be allright love."

Cara passes the first one to Odesa, careful not to get the mixture on anything that it shouldn't be on. "Just wrap and I'll feed it to you", glad to help. Her smile is soft hearing Row.

C'zar feebly grabs at Row's arm which is near, "Ryath?", somehow in his addled state remembering she is to rise soon.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<He struggles to stay so I can hear him>> to Ryath

Rowena sighs softly.  "Ryath is fine love, an keepin Asarith company,."

Odesa takes a deep breath and lets it out in a measured flow before she begins.  Starting at the wrist, she wraps the bandage over and under at a good snug fit, glopping comfrey everywhere... but who cares! Comfrey Rules! She gets a quarter of the way done and then holds out hand for another, thankful eyes shooting back once again... either way... what luck!

C'zar falls into a fitful sleep, he remains so for about five minutes then pries his eyelids open..as though there's something he needs to remember or forgot to say. He just stares at Row, then Odesa then back at Row. Stunned? Yep..that might be it.

Cara reaches into the comfrey and takes another bandage, handing it to Odesa. "It's an honor to watch you work", she says quietly...thankfully such a good healer came to the aid of her son.

Rowena holds the arm steady trying to keep out of the way of the white gooey stuff.  Now that Caz is asleep she dares a question.  "Will he be ok?"

Asarith yawns, the ripples from his lifemate settling over him, he tucks his neck back against Ryath.

Ryath snakes that prehensile tail out using it to make sure the little bronze is tucked up safe and sound before her own lids start drifing shut, one, two three.

Odesa blushes a little, yeah... she does... a little young still to understand what she is becoming..."Thankyou...Cara." she turns to Row as she begins bandaging up from the quarter point up to the half, hands going easy at the midpoint... soft... no sudden movements... critical time.  "He'll be just fine... Luckily it's only a hairline fracture, you could tell by the fact that the arm didn't look deformed or strange... that the bone didn't entirely seperate...He ought to be back up on his feet in no time."

Rowena's face turns a tad paler than it already was.  "Only a hairline ya say?"  Gulp is audible.  "Sure seemed ta hurt lots."  She looks down at the sleeping face and is tempted to brush a stray hair from his brow only her hands are full.  "Will this interfere with his lessons or takin care of Asarith?"

Odesa holds out her greenish glop covered hand for yet another installment and probably the last, she winks at them both, "It's really lucky it wasn't worse... would have had to set the bone...." her nose scrunches up a little at the idea.. but she could have /done/ it... she's just glad she didn't have to.

The fellis, the pain...all combine to confuse the 'lings thoughts..mixing things from the past with the present and making it all very confusing. "M'love...", he mumbles trying to shift in his restlessness but he's held rather tightly. "no babies, no flight babies..", then that fellis pulls him under again.

Odesa squints her eyes a bit, "Oh he'll need some down time for sure.... no doubting that... the bone needs time to mend."  she doesn't commit to the exact time as...well... that's up to the health of the rider.

Cara passes another strip to Odesa then reaches for a towel, "Will that be enough healer?". Leaning to the side she strains to hear her sons words and blinks, staring at Row.

Rowena's rather mobile face is now the colour of an Ingen sunset.  Bending she whispers in his ear hoping, hoping he will hear and be comforted.  "No flight babies, m'love.  I can't promise but I'll try m'best."  Rising she looks at the healer.  I kin help oil an bath Asarith until he kin do it again himself."  To Cara only an apologetic shrug is offered.  Ryath /will/ rise, and there is nothing Rowena can do about it.

Odesa blushes a little and then just wipes that out of her head.... she figures it must be hard for them... odd and painful.  She takes the last bandage and from the midpoint wraps it gloppily from the break up to the elbow.  "That'll be all Cara, thanks for your help..." her voice quavers genuinely... "This'll need time to set... about a half hour and when it's dry we'll wrap it back up in the sling, to keep it steady." she sighs deeply and sets down on the bench to catch her breath and mind.

Rowena plunks down on a stool she hooked over with her foot.  "Shards!  We ain't never gonna get him moved.  Do ya think he'll be safe here for t'night.  An I guess we kin move a cot in tomorra.  I ain't willin ta move him too far from t'bronze, whatcha think?"  She looks at Odessa hopefully.

Cara touches the healers shoulder gently and smiles at Row. "The boys mind is addled with fellis, no accounting for what he's saying". She takes the bucket the bandages where in back to the infirmary and returns with a damp towel, offering this to Odesa, "To wipe that comfry off if you'd like."

Odesa grins, "Hey, I certainly am not going to argue with a bronze dragon... young he may be but.. as far as I'm concerned he needs warmth... first, someone to watch him, which'll be me I s'pose or I could stay here tonight" she takes the towel with a smiles and wipes her brow first off, then off comes that precious comfrey... wonderful stuff yup!... "In fact I think a cot'll be good for me and who ever else wishes to go the vigil..." her face goes thoughtful,  "I'd hate for him to wake up in screaming pain and no drugs to stave it off."

Asarith shifts restlessly, trying to roll towards Row..."love? ", just needing reassurance she's still here.

Rowena nods as her face creases in gratitude.  "I kin get some of t'fellas ta move in a pair of cots then.  I'll stay but I don't know what ta do other than comfort him so I'd be grateful it ya would stay too.

C'zar shifts restlessly, trying to roll towards Row..."love? ", just needing reassurance she's still here.

Rowena reaches up and runs fingers through his hair.  "I'm here, CAz an I ain't leavin ya."

Cara tidies up what she can. "Perhaps I shall go sleep and come later to relief anyone who needs to sleep", she steps towards Row and drapes a blanket about her, giving the dear girl's shoulders a squeeze. "My son is blessed", she whispers and leans to kiss her son's cheek.

Odesa smiles at Row and wonders if she even has any idea how much she is helping... The Healer is merely mechanical... scientific... but feelings and support and empathy... they pull a person through just as much..., eyes seem to convey all this to Row... words wouldn't suffice to explain aloud, "Cara you've been a big help!  I look forward to seeing you again sometime!"  she shoo's her off to get some sleep and wonders about those big men with cots.

C'zar sighs quietly and falls back asleep.

Rowena looks up at Cara and smiles.  "If ya'd just see that t'steward sends a couple of t'drudges ta fix them cots Cara, I'd be grateful."  She doesn't want to leave him see.  "Odesa kin I get ya summat sent?  Food, klah a fresh nightie an some toiletries.

Asarith is snoring lightly curled up against Ryath's warmth.

Cara nods quickly to Row, "Certainly. Anything else you might need?". She gathers her bag in preparation for going.

Odesa grins, "That would be wonderful... " she feels up to her ears in prespiration..

C'zar twitches, boots appearing from under the blanket and he tosses his head from side to side, "Can't make er go!", having a conversation with someone in his sleep it would seem.

Cara smiles at both ladies, "I will have cots brought as well as any other items I think you may need". Lucky you..get to sleep in a granny nightie. ;)

Rowena looks at Cara hopefully.  "If yer not too tired?"  The sighs as she settles in with this rather wonderful new friend who happens to be a  healer.  "I hope I ain't gonna be too much in t'way but leastwise I kin get Ryath ta talk ta Asarith an all.  She did see those eyes but Row knows little of healing and although she hides it well is in awe of those with the patience to do it.

Cara hurries away on a mission.