It's just a scratch... (Ooma)

[twitchie]

Ooma made her way into the room, limping more than earlier.
The scratch was not all that deep, but the caring for Calibath and Ooma's neglect had made the wound quite painful.

Her skin was very tender, red and sore. Blackish purple bruising covered much of her leg, esspecially near the cut. The cut still was oozing blood, but was scabbed in most places. This scabbing was stiff and cracked when stressed by movements..

With a grimance and a silent sound of pain, Ooma sat on one of the unclaimed cots. A healer would appear soon, hopefully. The Calibath would leave her alone!

But Ooma's leg was in worse shape than it would be if she had listened to her dragon...

((Zizi, you can make Ooma's leg infected if you want. Then R'hard and Calibath could lecture her. But I don't want to over-exaggerate the accidental attack.. c:))

[Wish]

What is the point of coming here M'ka? You should wear your wounds with pride not try and cover them with potions. I never took you as vain little bird.

"I'm not Tennath, open scratches with sand in them can become infected though and that would be bad. I'm doing what I was sharding taught so leave off for a bit Bronzer." Her voice snapped as she narrowed her eyes, noticing that the movement made her muscles around her eyebrows sore which was a sign of how much she had been doing that lately. Sighing the healer turned candidate turned Weyrling shook her head to relieve the minor discomfort and walked in through the infirmary entrance. 

The polituce she had been working on before the hatching still lay on the table, and if she remembered right the numbweed and fellis used in it would be perfectly fine within the mixture to use as a healing salve, not her intention originally but beggers couldn't be choosers always. The grabbing up the small bowl she shrugged the shoulder of her robe off and began applying the green paste onto her skin. 

The fact that she was not alone other than her new lifemate went unnoticed for a time. It was simple for Miyaka to ignore others in the infirmary, she just out all her focus into the job she was doing. The feast was going to start soon, and it was late into the night meaning the candidates had been on their feet for candle marks on candle marks of time, something that Miyaka caught against in terms of exhaustion. 

Tennath would not allow His to show fatigue, and he poured whatever bit of strength he still had in his own tired mind through their link to his rider's. She needed it right now, she would face the weyrfolk not him. His clutchsister's whining however made the young King turn around, agitation clear in his swirling eyes, but also worry. What was it that was bothering his subject? This he would fix for he was a gracious ruler!

Come and hush now DearestSisterofMine. Tell your King and Majesty what bothers you, he shall listen to your hardships. Winding his body around the small green's, Tennath purred a sweet croon as he caressed the fighter's mind. 

[twitchie]

KingBrotherMine! [/color]
Calibath crooned, her brass voice happy. Her whip-like tail flicked her clutch brother's shoulder, her eyes swirling.
Hints of red appeared at his mention of her unhappiness.

OomaMine doesn't think her leg is badly hurt, but it smells hot and icky. I know something's wrong, but I had to drag her here! She won't listen! And I must get her a healer! She's... she's hurt... [/color]

The little green focused her gaze on her kind bronze brother. He could understand right? Ooma's wound was not a simple scratch, it was a dragon's claw cut, slightly deep and painful. It wasn't like a cut from a knife or a scrape on your knee... It was a possible danger to Hers!!

"Calibath-"
Ooma stared at Miyaka, wondering if she was a healer. Secretly, she hoped so, as her leg was beginning to bother her.
"Calibath, its ok. I'm going to see a healer now, see? I'll be good as new in no time."

Calibath snorted at Hers, still quite angry at how Ooma had been so ignorant of her leg.

"E-Excuse me...?"
Ooma tried to get Miyaka's attention, meaning to ask if she was a healer.

[Zirin]

Yufa couldn’t remember a time the infirmary had been so busy. So many cuts and scrapes to heal, bruises to check over and in a few occasions, bones to set. Hatchings were messy business, she had known that since her own impression a few Turns before, but this time there were so many injuries coming from the stands that it was just getting hard to keep up with. With a sigh a brief stretch, Yufa sent off her most recent patient, telling him to come back the next day to have his bandages changed. Then she turned to see who might need assistance.

Two women by the entrance caught her attention. One, a fellow healer she knew by name and nothing more, having usually been on different shifts. Of course, she was already gaining popularity in gossip because of her bronze. The other girl she vaguely recalled from the hatching, but she couldn’t remember if the girl had impressed or not.

“Pardon me,” Yufa spoke softly as she approached the two women, focusing mainly on Ooma as she knew Miyaka could probably deal with her injuries on her own. “Is there anything I may help you with?”

[twitchie]

Ooma's head turned to face Yufa.
"Yes...but it is really nothing majo--"

Calibath hissed and slithered from her brother's embrace.

Healerfriend, Mine is a fool. Her leg is harmed. She needs assistance quickly. [/color]

The green's eyes whirled red. Why was Hers so stupid?!

Remove the bandage. Now, Mine. [/color]

Ooma scowled and removed the crude wrapping. She grimaces and glanced at her swollen ugly leg.

"I was in the way of an Ebony who was after His... His claws got me..."