The Dragonbond Program discussion

The best medicine the 14th century has. Which isn't that good.

((Facts from Sigma; Well depends on where you are. Sure yeah, it would be bad to be in Europe where they still believed the body was comprised of four humors at the time. But in many Muslim and Asian civilizations medicine wouldn't be all that bad))

((They're European dragons, I believe.))

((Eesh, I'll try not to get injured, I don't want to have a bunch of leeches sucking my humors))

((:D Or have a healing dragon in charge of sick people.))

((Or...))

(( ohmygoshcanimajehealingdragon))

((Or?))

((I didn't exactly use that word correctly.

(( pleaseletmeohmygoshthatsoundssoepic))

((Lol, okay, go. XD))

Basically I was trying to repeat what you said in a way that may mock in a playful manner, but that is almost impossible to detect over reading so I don't know why I did it))

((lol, okay. :) oh, your post on the Lake?))

(( yesssssss, after I shower, WE SHALL HAVE HEALING!))

((Gotchya))

Eliryn pushed open the wooden door to the infirmary with her back, arm cradled against her chest. The rough fight hadn't done anything good for the old scars on her arms, and one of her newer stitches had torn open. Her sleeve was coated with blood, the makeshift bandage formed from her torn-off shirt sleeve not doing much good, but it didn't hurt that much. She was used to worse. But she really didn't want an infection, so here she was, hoping one of the better healers was in.

Shou'ari sighed as she looked over at the one walking in. "Now what happened to you?" she growled as she walked over. The dragon was a good 66 meters so it didn't take her long to reach the other side, taking note to carefully step over and not hurt anyone anymore. "So what happened?" she asked, her breath blowing onto her felt almost invigorating. It was said that when she breathed out some sort of healing essence came out, helping to mend bones and wounds of the like.

Eliryn stopped as the door slammed behind her and rocked back onto her heels. It had been a while since she had had a wound bad enough to come to the infirmary, and it seemed there was new management. "Fight. Tore open some old scars pretty badly and I might have a broken arm," she explained.

"Well you should try to get into less fights," she growled, opening her mouth and breathing in. She let out a long breath that her her scares and went into her nose. Eliryn could probably feel her bones growing inside her as her skin started to get covered up.

Drake slammed open the door, an unnaturally frail girl shaking in his arms. Her breath came in desperate gasps, sweat dripping down the sides of her face. "Is there a healer, anyone? I need help over here!" he called out into the room, striding over to one of the beds and gently laying her out upon it.

As Shou'ari finished up with the other girl, she stomped over in anger. "Calm down," the dragon growled aggressively.

"You work here?" Drake asked in slight alarm. Anyone this aggressive should be on a battle field chopping people to bits, not pouring over the infirm. "I'm not quite sur-"

"yeah yeah yeah whatever," she snapped. "Just set the girl down," she said.

Adara passed by into the room. "Dragons talk?" she asked, taking a tentative step back.

"She's already on the bed..." Drake said, now really unsure of this. He barley knew the girl, but this seemed a very bad option for medical help. She coughed, a splutter of blood leaking from her mouth.
"I-mf-ine," she groaned, the words slurring together until they were nearly in understandable.

"yth tepoha re kurjh ooble fanol, yth filki renthisj english ihk wux," The dragon growled, at Adara.

"What?" Her dragon had only been able to screech and cry.

Adara went to the girl. "Internal bleeding, likely the lining of the throat or the lungs. Has anyone got honey?"

The dragon just rolled her eyes. She said that naturally because she was used to idiots in here. She turned to the sick frail girl, and took a deep breath. Blowing out her healing breath onto the sick girl. Whether this worked or not would be up to the actual person.

"I-mfin-e," Aleyne tried again, her sides splitting. Tears leaked from her eyes, spilling into her silver hair. "I-ts normal." she managed, before gasping as a well of pain split across her arms.

"You, dragon, I think I'm gonna have this girl take care of this, you're good for now." He said, trying to come off friendly to the rather huge and fowl tempered dragon.

"I am mostly good for broken bones and scars, if you think she has some illness then I agree and think you should find someone who wouldn't crush her bones for poking her," she said.

"Yeah, um, not sure if that's a good idea, I'm kind of a hobo."

((Sorry, posting is off again))

Coolness surged across Aleyne's veins, and her tensed body fell back onto the mattress. Blinking the haze away from her eyes, she let out a pent up breath.

((great, now I am confused.))

"That's the second time I've had a dragon tend to me today," Aleyne tried through a mouth full of blood.

((Posting, Ilsa, you, me?))

((oky))

((:D))

"Oh, good," she said, embarrassed at the 'hobo' confession, but glad she didn't need to try to use honey to stop the bleeding, if it was a throat injury.

"Do not try to talk and choke on your blood," she growled. Turning back to the man who had not wanted her help, and glared at him.

((Uh-oh... Where is Eliryn throughout all this?))

((My dragon used her breath to grow the bone back and cover her scars, but her bone is probably still dislocated))

((Bring her in?))

Aleyne rolled over, grabbing the nearest bowl and spat out into it. "Sorry about that, I'm usually alone when it happens so no one needs to freak out... It happens when I undertake a lot of physical activity. Nothing to worry about," she tried, making it sound like it wasn't a big deal. Coughing up blood and breaking your own ribs in seizures.

Drake waved his hands in innocence, "sorry about that. I didn't realize you had healing abilities!"

((Want to join our post order Andra? Just post whenever and we'll fit you in ^_^))

"So," Adara said, "What do you do if you're already, like, I dunno, if you have a baby dragon? Do I still need to pay entry or something? And what's this bond ceremony? Also, my first dragon didn't talk, but it was injured, are there mute dragons? Sorry, I don't mean to be insensitive," she shot at Aleyne, "But, well, I'm out of my league here."

((Okie dokie, I'll try to ease her in non-awkwardly...))

Eliryn winced as she felt the bone grow and reform beneath her skin, the cuts knitting themselves back together and the flow of blood trickling to a stop. She had no idea how long it took for her bones to knit back together, but when the blast of cool air was over and she could feel her arm in one peace, there were more people in the room, a lot more people than there had been seconds ago. There was still a throbbing pain in her shoulder, however, and in twisting around to examine it, tuned out of the conversation, their words becoming a hum around her ears.

Turning back, she broke in quietly, nonchalantly, "Can someone pop my shoulder back into place?"

º°ℓүη∂sεү°º wrote: "((Want to join our post order Andra? Just post whenever and we'll fit you in ^_^))"

((Thanks! :) ))

((my turn!))

"Jhonny!" she yelled. "Fix her shoulder!" she snapped at the cowering boy. "As for you girl, I want you coming in more regularly, I don't need you dying in the middle of the night, and you," she said to the other girl. "Yes dragons can be mute, and the entry payment is the bonding ceremony, and you would be responsible for the baby dragon at all times," she said before turning to the boy. "Yes I work here! I care for the dragons, and heal the humans who aren't in need of something outside my healing breath, otherwise I would crush them," she growled.