Bravery and burns -- Thread;Open

[twitchie]

Ka'mond swallowed his anger, letting it settle like a pebble in his stomach.
He walked toward Iro'ris, shaking his head at the stupid man.
"You may be the weyr's leader one day, but you sure are a crazy jack ass."
There was a tenseness to his tease, from the risk he took saying this down or perhaps pain from his and Abyrath's wounds.

He would have placed a hand on the Topazrider's shoulder if he wasn't worried the Topaz would eat him.
"But... you saved my life. And that of my Precious Abyrath. So... maybe a leader needs to be a dumbass once in a while."
He tried to smile, but the gesture hurt.
"Thank you. You... you have my gratitude."

Then he turned to J'degar, meeting his teacher's rage with emotionless eyes.
His teeth clicked as his jaw set firmly. He did not speak, could not. He felt sick with shame and frustration. They had only meant to prove themselves.. To for once be something. Be a hero.
Guess what J'degar? Ka'mond didn't give a shit about the sharding brownrider. He tried to understand, to be a good student... but.. no.
The amethystrider was quaking with anger, his eyes steely.
"I don't see why you were so keen to protect us when all we are is a pair of idiots. Ever stop and place yourself in my shoes? Doubt you'll ever try. Ever think, gee, maybe this boy and his dragon are just trying their best? Shardit! Of course you don't! You never do. And you never will. Maybe it would have been better to burn up there. It'd sure sure make your damn life easier."

He'd gone too far. Ka'mond knew it. But.. but this was the last straw. First J'degar gets mad while teaching. The pair was using learner skills yet they still are idiots. Who's the idiot now?? Huh???!!?

[Kitsuneko]

Iskra's biggest response to J'degar's punch was a rapid blinking of her eyes as she fought to keep a straight face. Probably not the way response to a pair who were possibly already injured from Threadfall, but effective all the same, she was sure. She nodded approvingly as the brownrider spoke. At least one of them had some sense.

"I think that would be a good idea, J'degar. I'll trust you to handle it. For now, let's make sure the healers are on their way to look at them." She turned to Maeleth and addressed the gold, "Call some of the healers, if they're not already on their way over."

Then she turned her attention to the topaz weyrling and her rider. "And the smartest thing you did was calling J'degar and Syphraelth to help. What you should have done was remained on the ground like you were told, and let him take care of bringing in the others."

Ka'mond and Abyrath, Maeleth supplied the names to her helpfully.

"I hope you realize just how close you came to not coming back at all. At least wait until you've been fully trained if you're going to do ridiculously dangerous heroic stunts."

Though we'd prefer if you refrained from them entirely, Maeleth added in her usual calm counterpoint to Iskra.

Of course, then Ka'mond had to speak up and prove just how much of a dimglow one could be even after graduating from weyrlinghood. "That's enough, Ka'mond," Iskra snapped. "You're lucky he was there to protect you." She almost wished someone would knock some sense into the amethystrider's head as well, but fortunately she restrained the thought. He was obviously injured already, they didn't need to be adding to the casualties.

He is young yet, they both are, Maeleth reminded her. They'll mature in time. Hopefully.

She gestured at Ka'mond, but she looked to J'edegar as she spoke. "You have my permission to see to his punishment as well." Considering the clear dislike the younger rider had for the brownrider, it was probably the worst thing she could do to him anyhow. "Make sure you include something about not talking back to or in front of his superiors."

[Wish]

Rikula had almost heard enough as soon as the brownrider started. The fact that Majoriith was becoming increasingly afraid of the situation was the last straw, and then the amethystrider simply sent her over the edge it seemed. "Correction J'degar. That rider you are offending is not a weyrling, and neither am I. It is not our fault, Iro'ris included that the Queens have been made to wait down on the ground for the first half of the fall when we can function properly enough. As for Ka'mond, his wing was close enough, and though what he did was indeed rash, it was instinct perhaps to fight the thing they've been taught to fight all their bonded life."

The rider straightened, eyes narrowed and hands in fists at her side. "As Iro'ris mentioned first handed, no one was there, and to be perfectly honest it was Majoriith and myself who saw what was happening first. However, I told her to stay on the ground and not assist. Iro'ris and Saekath did something I refused to until I realized that was a wherry-brained reasoning. I am sorry Iskra, but I will not allow those I'm supposed to one day guide to be injured or even killed while I sit back. As for you brownrider, you were called in by your student so do not try and put blame on them when they did what is only right. Never forget that, it was your job to be watching your weyrling. Talath's first clutch has graduated, Ka'mond was not your concern in that sense and can function on his own, Iro'ris and Saekath were even though they did a splendid job given their abilities."

I agree with Mine. If...if I had been not afraid to help....if I had acted.....this is no one's fault but Mine and my own.

Majoriith looked to the younger Topaz, dipping her head respectfully to the Sub-Queen and then nosed the Amethyst gently. We will get you both treatment, and Yours both as well. I have called some of the healers' dragons, as well as the unbonded ones. They have been alerted. Maelath, I do believe that perhaps Our and the 'Leaders should speak about placing a rescue wing in check for these sort of situations, don't you think? It could use some good and provide much aid to those who are injured and need help getting back to the Weyr. The last bit of her speech was for the older Queen, her mother, alone.

Rikula waited while the Weyrwoman spoke, knowing full well that she probably had gone too far and harsh in her own words. However, the other goldrider did not openly berate her, so that at least soothed her worries. Taking a deep breath to settle her emotions, Riku shook her head subtly after Iskra was done and then lifted her gaze to the riders and their dragons. It was over and done with, the lesson would be learned in time she supposed and she would take that punishment with them. "I'll share whatever you decide, this is partially my fault as well."

"Now....I think everyone has been yelled at enough, don't you? I'm sorry to have bothered you Iskra, we just wanted to make sure you know we were all okay. For now the most important thing is making sure everyone is checked over and gotten to the infirmary, the healers are on their way. There should be enough for everyone to be seen to that needs it, so don't worry Iro'ris, you and your dragon can be looked at together."

[Zirin]

It was Syphraelth who answered Saekath's question, knowing His was busy with his ranting, not to mention J'degar didn't feel like outright attempting to reprimand a queen, even a young one. Sure, he'd bitch and moan at the rider, but that was another story. What help would you be dead, Lady Saekath? The brown's voice was calm and had an almost soothing quality to it. His eyes alone showed the fear he had felt at losing his students. It takes a wise dragon to know when to step in and when to stay back. The brown eyed the wounds with worry, stepping out of the way only when the healers showed up and began going about their duties.

"Even idiots have potential." J'degar said curtly, completely unphased by the boy's breakdown. It wasn't the first time a student had spoken back at him, and it wouldn't be the last. Though it didn't always show, J'degar cared about his students, and he knew each one had the potential to be an asset to their wing. Abyrath and Ka'mond where no different, but the pair lacked maturity and experience. He was prepared to give a lecture to Ka'mond then and there, or at least tell the brat that they could discuss it during his punishment, but Iskra was quick to dominate the situation and J'degar respectfully kept his mouth shut.

He bowed to her, a brief show of acknowledgement in response to receiving permission to dish out the punishment. The bow was also a quick attempt to hide his face as a grin pulled at the corner of his lips. Here was a Weyrwoman he could respect; she would be a great improvement over those topaz riders. The other goldrider though... J'degar straightened, groaning to himself as she went into a childish rampage. There was a reason he hated youth in charge. He really shouldn't talk down to a Weyrwoman, but shard it all what did a goldrider know of the dangers of flying thread! They were down in the safe wing for a reason.

"Correction, Rikula." If she was going to show blatant disrespect then he would show it right back. "If you would prefer a wingrider to face the dangers of Thread alone, then by all means you're correct. I, for one, would prefer to have a wingrider remain in formation in the wing, as he or she was taught, to ensure that they and their wingmates are as safe as they can be, and that no thread is missed. I would think a goldrider would understand the importance of keeping as many dragons alive as possible. Was I mistaken?" There was no venom in his voice, though there was the faintest hint of condescension, as if he was speaking down to a child. Save for the barely noticeable infliction, his voice was solid, calm and collected. He paused to glance at Ka'mond before looking at the Junior once more.

"It appears Ka'mond is not the only one who could use a lesson on using logic over instinct. A vantage point from the ground would have been of great assistance to the wings if you had been willing to direct the riders in where help was needed, instead of being too afraid to act." Youthful heroics had no place in Threadfall. He knew first hand. He wasn't trying to berate now, he was simply trying to point out an alternate. Had Majorith called for assistance in the first place, this entire ordeal could have been avoided.

"If you'll excuse me I would like to oversee the treatment of my weyrling." He bowed again and moved back towards Iro.

[Elessar]

So much was going on! Iro'ris could barely follow the conversation that seemed more like an angry debate from one person to the next. Things were moving so quickly and for some reason his vision was blurry.

All he coud feel was a hot, sticky substance along his right side, and Saekath's worry in the back of his mind. When he looked down to his side, the Weyrling realized with a shock that it was blood, and that there was a lot of it.

More than he expected. He didn't think the thread had hit him so badly. J'degar was talking, but Iro wasn't listening to the words he spoke to Rikula, or... Was he talking to Rikula? Oh, things were so confusing! Standing awkwardly, clutching his precious topaz dragon for support, he tried to get J'degar's attention.

Saekath's head turned to Syphraelth to respond, but before she could her neck whipped back around to focus on her rider. A healer was already at her neck and side, but no one had come for Hers yet. Why was that? Someone should be seeing to Hers! The topaz's tail lashed angrily.

"J'degar..." Iro's voice was rather weak. "Gar..."

He tugged gently at the Weyrlingmaster's sleeve. Suddenly, Saekath reared, pawing at the air, screaming in confusion, fear, and rage as her rider fell in a dead faint. Syphraelth's Own! Catch CrazyMine! Her words were screamed into everyone's mind in her panic and fear, though she meant the message only for J'degar, obviously.

[Wish]

The goldrider had to bite her tongue to keep from sending off another remark. The hatred for the man however flashed in her eyes as she glared at him, her body tensed and ready to pounce like a feline on its prey. Easy Mine, this is not a fight, you have no need. Despite her dragon's words the young woman was still itching to have her daggers or better yet her bow and arrow in her hand. She wanted to hunt something, to feel in control. How could someone make her feel like such a....such a child?!? Seething quietly, the rider finally forced herself to let out the breath she had been holding, just in time for the Topazrider to faint.

Saekath's words were an unwelcome hit to her mind, Riku gasping as she felt the fear and worry within the message. It was too late to act though, and only the weyrlingmaster could really help him though Rikula still moved to try and help, her arms stretched out somewhat and eyes wide. Snapping her head around she gritted her teeth and shouted out. "Get a shardin' healer over here stat!" Majoriith reached out for one of the weyrlings who had been helping to treat the patients brought in, one J'degar no doubt knew as well as Iro'ris. Tennath'sOwn! We need someone over here please if you will.

Miyaka sighed and looked up from her job where she was patching up a threadscore on an older weyrling's face. The girl glanced back at her current patient to make sure he was alright before going on, jogging over to the group where the other healers had only started to finally react. "Move Goldie!" The bronze weyrling hissed the words to Rikula who simply narrowed her eyes but obliged. "Hey, don't let him stay away for long. Saekath I need you to call to him, wake him up. I need him awake to check for a concussion. You two healers get to that Amethystrider and deal with him, you over here and help me with Iro'ris. Goldie, go get those bandages I left over there."

She pointed behind her, white hair obscuring her face so Rikula couldn't see Miyaka's expression. The rider did as she was instructed though, hurrying back and skidding to a stop as she tossed the bandages over to Miyaka who was already starting to work on the wounds, the other healer helping to clean them with a gentle touch. "Come on Iro, wake up. Lessons will be a whole lot sharding more boring if you don't wake up, Faranth!" SisterMine... Tennath strode over to where the dragons were, the bronze sitting nearby but electing not to try and nudging and comforting movements. His sister would only see them as a sign of her own weakness he presumed, and that was the last thing she needed now.

Yours is strong, he will be fine.

[Zirin]

J'degar was glad he had gotten back to Iro's side, for not a moment later he found himself scrambling to catch the limp body and pull it close. He barely registered Saekath screaming in his mind, for he was focused solely on reacting to instinct to catch the shorter man. Kneeling carefully, he gently placed Iro on the ground, noticing only as he pulled his arm back how much blood the man seemed to be losing. Well shards and shells, the idiot had gotten himself more hurt than either of them had realized. J'degar felt like a fool now, to have tried to deal with everything else before checking for wounds.

Wasting no time at all, J'degar was quick to pull off first his riding jacket followed by his shirt. After repeating the process on Iro to allow access to the wound, he promptly pressed his shirt up against the wounds. While he, like most riders, carried some basic first aid supplies with him, he knew he didn't have enough to bandage the man up properly, so for now he would focus on stemming the bloodflow until a healer arrived. Sadly, the healer to arrive was yet another one of J'degar's least favourite people. The girl who thought she was a man... the bronze's rider. He couldn't hide the brief flicker of shock as she addressed a queen so bluntly, not a hint of respect! No matter, if there was one thing J'degar did improve of, it was that Miyaka stayed with the healers during Threadfall, rather than with the wing doing firestone runs like most bronzers would. A woman, save for the queenriders, belonged on the ground, simple as that.

"The man was scored by Thread, weyrling, he didn't hit his head." While checking for a concussion was all well and good, the wounds squirting blood at an alarming rate took priority over the vague chance that Iro had bumped his head. He yanked over a roll of bandages from the ones brought to the weyrling and set about assisting. Once the wounds look more or less patched up, he gave the weyrling a smack across the leg, hoping a jab of pain would help wake him up. "I'll take him up to rest." He said curtly as his brown informed the wing that he wouldn't be returning. He moved to scoop up the topazrider.

Syphraelth stayed by Saekath, watching her with worry. Mine will not let Yours fall, Lady Saekath. He paused, wanting to offer support, wanting her to know he was there, but he stopped himself. If Saekath noticed at all, she would see only the emotions in his eyes and posture. He turned away. You and Yours are in good hands now, my Lady. I must see to the others. He moved on then, nudging Abyrath lightly with a Abyrath, how are you feeling? Before looking up, dipping his head politely to the two golds and inquiring after Majorith's health as well. Did you sustain any injuries, Queen Majorith?