In Safe Hands

Fort Weyr - Fort's Forest - Western Forest
The forests here grow all the more pressing, soon choking out the gravel- and sand-formed path that splits from the fork. While it continues to wind further into the darkness and coolness that only such thickly grown foliage can create, other smells hint at places yet to be fully explored. Blueberries and the calls of birds, lush blackberry thickets just out of sight, and deep undergrowth that holds promise of mysterious fungi and other such plants.
Traveling through the woods alone is always a dangerous affair … and all the moreso with whisperings of renegades and feral beasts running rampant throughout. The whoop and call of avians and firelizards penetrate the strange not-quite-silence of the forest, while deeper rumblings of creatures yet unseen might be heard in other places. Great beasts crash through the forest from time to time and set the avians into unexpected flight.


There's the noise of movement all around which perhaps, is why Kainaesyth's flute-like greeting is lost at first. He's just another dragon coming to coordinate with Dtirae in the fight against the flames, right? Except, Kainaesyth is hurt, and badly. It looks almost like the bronze dragon had settled himself right in the middle of the flames, as there are burn marks along much of his sides, legs, back and tail. Only his neck seems unburned, as does his rider upon it. The landing is… less than smooth. It's more a crashing-to-the-ground then a landing, and the unsecured Ha'ze upon his back doesn't make it through that landing still on his back. Missing the burns that Kai sports Ha'ze instead is simply covered in ash, oh, and he's covered in blood. Have a gift Abigail and Dtirae.

The healers have told her to leave, a few riders have had the thought of saying the same and yet Abigail is still there. She's not leaving, not even Th'ero could make her leave at the moment. She is coughing all the while, too much smoke it seems and the healers have warned her time and time that since she was sick time ago that this would be possible, especially with the fires. Ha'ze is out there, and she refuses to leave. That flute greeting is caught, the dragon seen and she is watching him land in shock for a moment before she seems to snap out of it and is running over to the down bronze. "Ha'ze!" Is yelled out, though it's more of a horse call from her thanks to the cough. Once she has spotted him she is over kneeling next to him, a hand moving to press against his face. The blood is seen and her gaze flicks over him. Niumdreoth isn't far behind him, deep worried croons escaping the brown as he is moving to Kainaesyth's side to try and offer comfort the only way he can.

Zuvaleyuth spots Kainaseyth and Dtirae's freezing from whatever she's doing to look over at the bronze. The goldrider is staring with concern? More like a bit of terror, for the sight of those burns. There's a swear from the goldrider and she calls for the healers, the ones who are tending to the more minor injuries. "Hurry!" There's a silent demand to her lifemate for further assistance from the Weyr, despite their already dwindling numbers. Dtirae is running after Abigail, to Ha'ze's side. "Is he hurt? I'm having Zuvaleyuth call for additional assistance. And dragon healers…"

Kainaesyth, having delivered his charge to those who love him, can finally allow some understanding of his own injuries to fade in. Because… he hurts. Wordless is his mental cry, it's worse than anything he's ever experienced. He manages to pull his wing out from the awkward angle and settle it, flat onto the ground, his cry the sound of a two hundred year old saguaro slowly toppling on itself. The fall from Kai's side shakes Ha'ze out of his stupor as he looks upwards to Abigail and the goldrider. Though the blood seems to be everwhere, the only hole is that in Ha'ze's upper left hand shoulder, the sign of a knife. "Ustrr…" the word comes out breathlessly.

Niumdreoth lets out a deep rumble, the message is sent out loud and clear to the dragon's of dragon healers to come quickly to Kainaesyth's aid. Abigail sends a slight glance to Dtirae before she is looking back to Ha'ze. "Some is.." Her voice harsh like as she speaks. The whisper is caught from Ha'ze and she leans her head down slightly. "Ustrr?" Is what.. alive still? She'll be more then happy to deal with him if that is the case. She shifts a bit, her arm moving to curl around Ha'ze a bit and let him lean against her while they wait for the healers.

Zuvaleyuth does not move from her post, but she croons softly in attempt to soothe the injured Kainaesyth until the dragon healers arrive to look at him. Dtirae looks to Ha'ze with a frown, especially as he speaks. Then, she turns to the healers who make their way over towards the trio. They set to work immediately, assessing the injuries on both rider and dragon.

"He's dead." The whisper comes again, finally, as Ha'ze pushes back against the pain. There is something here that needs to be translated. To Abigail. To Dtirae. To the weyr. He reaches out a hand, pushing away the healers to see if he can catch a grip on the goldrider's shirt to pulll her closer. "Tell them it's done. I did it. He's gone." He's slightly delirious now. Kai though, gives in to the healers willingly, his wordless cry enough to break hearts.

Abigail looks up to Dtirae once Ha'ze says that Ustrr is indeed dead. It is rather important that the others know of this, seeing how it is important to Ha'ze. Though honestly it should be good fact for everyone to know. "There know." Is soon said to Ha'ze while she looks back to him, worry clearly seen across her face. They need to get Ha'ze and Kai back to the weyr, somehow and soon. A harsh cough escapes her and she turns her head slightly during it. Niumdreoth lowers his head and stays put watching, and perhaps one might say guarding over Kainaesyth, though not keeping the healers from their work.

The healers are pushed away and Dtirae's shirt is in Ha'ze's grasp. And she's drawn closer. Grey eyes focus on him, blinking. "Of course. You need to let the healers look at you." She carefully extracts herself and looks to Abigail. "You need to be looked at as well. Being in the fire couldn't have been good for you." She places a hand, briefly, on the brownrider's shoulder. "I'll see about transportation for Kainaesyth. We'll need dragons for a lift…" With that, the goldrider goes to organize the efforts and arrange transport with the Weyr.

"Kainaesyth's hurt, isn't he?" Ha'ze knows this, deep down, that his bronze lifemate isn't in good shape. His cries echo in Ha'ze's mind, the peace of the canyon utterly shattered. The healers have cut off Ha'ze's shirt, and it really does seem like the only injury is that deep knife wound in his shoulder. While they work on cleanings and giving it a hurried sewing shut, Ha'ze passes out in Abigail's arms.

Abigail looks up to Dtirae once more, a slight nod is seen, though honestly more so with the fact of getting Kainaesyth back home when dealing with herself. "Thank ye Dtirae." Is said softly as her shoulder slump a bit while she looks to the hurt bronze and soon back to Ha'ze. "Aye.." She can't lie to him, he should know already. As he passes out she just hugs him to her once the healers have dealt with his shoulder. "I got ye Ha'ze." Is murmured faintly while she waits for the healers to give the ok in moving him, and that Kai has a ride home so to speak.


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