Weyr 1, Ekirim 0
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Sia, Suzee
Date Posted: 28th February 2024
Characters: E'kirim, Tavia
Description: Ekirim meets his match (a cupboard)
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 4, day 5 of Turn 11
It didn't take Ekirim long to get himself into trouble.
Not _bad_ trouble, per se, but the Weyr was big and bustling compared to Amber Hills. It wasn't looking for extra farmhands, and his time in the fields didn't quite equate over to breeding and maintaining the beasts for the dragons. So he opted to join the rest of his family in the kitchens. Was he particularly good at cooking? No, but he was sure he could chop vegetables or do the dishes without too much trouble. He did it at home all the time.
It wasn't the knives or the dishes that did him in. It was someone leaving a cabinet open over his head, so when he straightened up he clocked his temple clean into the corner. He barely processed it at first, though someone had helped him sit and guided his hand to put
pressure on the wound. That same someone had helped him to the Infirmary and deposited him in an empty chair.
"Surely it's not too bad." He protested as the healer entered. He didn't dare remove the bandage from his head just in case he was wrong. He didn't do good with the blood. "I got worse out in the field. Bit of numbweed is all I need, right?"
"Well, let's take a look and see," Tavia bent over the young man and gently pulled his hand away. "There's a bit of blood but that happens with all head wounds." Removing the bandage showed quite a tear in the scalp. "Sorry," she looked into his eyes. "Looks like you may need a few stitches. What hit you?" She needed to know what kind of debris either visible or invisible infecting agents she might be dealing with.
"A cupboard door. I put up a good fight, but it got me with the corner." Ekirim answered good-naturedly. "Wait, what do you mean, _stitches_? Like a needle and thread?"
Tavia hid her smile "Yes," she said. "But we use numbweed so you don't feel it." She turned to the basin nearby and washed her hands with redwort. Then she began cleaning the wound carefully. Head wounds always seem to bleed more than just about anything. "Just hold still and we'll get you all fixed up."
He did his best to sit still, but that was never his strong suit. He fiddled idly with his thumbs as he waited, but he jerked his head to look every time everyone walked past just outside. "Sorry." He said then straightened as if he was at attention. "So. Uh. Do I have to
come back to get the stitches taken out?"
"Yes," she said, chuckling. "If you can hold still I can stitch it so it won't leave a scar. Or not much of one. Okay, just one more"
"A scar might be pretty cool though." Ekirim said. "Manly. _Rugged_." He did, nonetheless, sit still for the final stitch. "How long do they have to stay in?"
"Between one and two sevendays," she said and created a gauze pad to put over the wound then she wound a rakish bandage around his head to keep it in place and protect it from further injury. She handed him a mirror. "How does that look?"
"It looks like I was _mortally wounded_." Ekirim said with a dramatic sigh. "Which I was, truly. I fought valiantly, but alas. Thank you, ma'am. Is there anything else I should worry about in the next few sevendays? Should I clean it or anything? Or just keep the bandage on?"
“If it starts getting hot or red and sore, come back and we’ll clean it up with more redwort and a bit of numb weed.” She sat down in front of him. “Where do you work?”
"In the kitchens, for now." Ekirim said. "Though I heard there's a garden up on the plateau? Thinking maybe they might want some help up there instead. Less cupboards for me to run into. I used to work on a farm."
"You'll get there," she nodded. "Your talents will be taken in by those around you and communicated to the appropriate people. Talk to people. Have you met any of the dragons yet?" She touched her knots which showed the green thread of her lifemate. "Would you like to meet mine?"
"Yeah, I hope so." Ekirim said, albeit begrudgingly. A short lifetime of experiences made him more than a little skeptical of that.
"Not besides my brother's dragon. All the others have been at a distance." He squinted a little at the mostly-unfamiliar knot, but recognized the green piece well enough. "Well. If they don't mind? Or you can point them out. They're awful big."
"Oh no, she won't mind. Besides, she's small and really fast." Tavia grinned. "for a dragon," she added hastily. "Come meet her. Her name is Sawauth."
Last updated on the March 5th 2024